journal.

zig in a basket.


    mister jones mentions all the time what a good life we have. and it's true. so true. i don't think about it a whole lot, although i do talk to my higher power about it all, every morning upon waking, and often throughout any given day. i am humbled. grateful. lately, i…

getting back on.


i will never let anyone tell me it's easy to get back on that bicycle. i mean, hell, it's a tricycle, meant to provide more stability, and i cannot even pedal it in a straight line. i was so excited to go pick her up from the shop where i purchased her. she's…

liberated lines : emerge. day 7.


years ago i wrote my manifesto, and to read it now, it feels like horseshit and reads like lines from a new-age self-help feel-good publication. i don't really know who the fuck i am anymore. it's like i just traveled a birth canal, spit forth from a raving feral coyote…

touchstones and such.


after reading this morning's prompt for liberated lines i was all prepared to post something perfect and pious about what guides me and my touchstones and all that, and then i realized by 1:00 p.m. [1] i hadn't slept very much and was fading quickly as the day drew on, and, [2] i met…