Yogapath. Patamystic. Writer of Words. Boogie Invocator. I’m all, like, a Male Survivor and shit.
I once came up onan eagle on a sandbarlooking over his shoulderbloody beak drippingfrom the dead cormorant
For a while I was adding pictures to the top of most of my posts because it’s become de rigeur if you want to attract more attention to your words. My new attitude is, “Fuck that.”
I don’t dream of sleepNor do I consider theSonorous regretsOf things we’ve said — My lack of empathyNotably absentIs not cause nor effectAgainst the night’s promise