washed up

i would mindfully gentrify. i would create a blueprint for how to fuse community and commodity.

infinity dies in the closet—come out!

a letter: an olive branch to my estranged daddio; an invitation…

what the hell is this, anyhow?

when contemplating the exact moment each of us shot out of our mother’s love canal & into this shared…

the goo you’re in

it’s fashionable in some circles to talk of collective consciousness and universal connectedness.

what if you never experience death?

the subjective experience of non-existence is an illusion

bath time

vote for me.

Ricky — Olive_ Sandcastle-Little-Bird-Lampshade Muh-gill-u-cut-ee

DRAG QUEEN IN THE WHITE HOUSE

i’m 35 today, i think i’ll run for president.

dreams of my father on his 70th birthday

happy 70th birthday to my dad rick who does not know how to use modern voodoo, i.e. the internet, and would be in perpetual prayer if he were to ever see my facebook.