The weekend ritual (or regular programming here)

The weekend ritual (or regular programming here)

gray and brown building on body of water under cloudy sky during daytime
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I post some less complicated thoughts or poems on the weekend, it’s my trend, my thing, my jam, my (insert overused cliche of your choice here), so without further bent…

ancient antique archaeology architecture
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5/31/18

I walk among the ruins

broken columns

empty tombs

consumed

I search for you

traces of my heart

broken strewn about

piles of rock rubble

I can no longer gather

to put us back together


close up of woman holding condom
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rush lust” 6.20.18

I want to turn you on

turn you over

turn you out

I want to bend you over

stretch you still

and make you

scream my name

out loud


animal bay beach bubbles
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7.6.18

singular jellyfish

adrift

in the unending ocean

tentacles,

reaching

longing

tied to the binds of the currents

trade-winds and tides-whims

unable to swim

drifting

casting nets

in hopes of catching life,

swept up onto the shore

drifting, no more.My Site


music? hmmm…  for some reason I just have been getting back into the byrds… and this song is totally timeless imo…

The Byrds – Turn! Turn! Turn!

edit 1:33am, just noticed that if you look at the content I went from love, to sex, to jelly… that is all I am going to say… figure out the rest yourself if you get my drift. It was totally not on purpose, that is the crazy thing, maybe it was sub-conscious?

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