yeah so i made a zine of doodles and writings from 2013, some of them have been posted here but not all of them and you can buy a hard copy or i will take trades or if you wanna look at it online for free just message me and i will send you the link.
oh, also there are possible triggers so um i don’t know how to say that but any anxiety/depression/ED/body image/alcohol/mild violence and abuse/gender stuff/sex/knives i think that is all, but i mean, yeah, be careful, there are lots of feelings involved and i’m sort of vulnerable and unsure and don’t know how to present them nicely but i don’t think there is anything too unsettling and it’s all pretty vague but i don’t know how to judge my own feelings and presentation of them and i want you to feel safe
Too pretentious Fade me I’m fucking hungry Degrade me I want my comply Life’s a fuckin’ resume Experience, credentials Experienced, imposter People preaching everyday White lies Sitting inside (???) Blasphemy.
Mommy, has a vendetta against daddy Walls are set up Baby, is sad to find that daddy (???)
Life’s a fuckin’ resume Experience, credentials Experienced, imposter People preaching everyday White lies Sitting inside (???)
Hold me, there’s too much tension Degrade me I’m fuckin’ hungry Feed me, I want some comfort Consume me, I want my complex back
Cold naked man Picked off his scabs And fed them To the pigeons Help him, he’s cornered Kill him, you mercy mourner! Life’s a fuckin’ resume Experienced, credentials Experienced, imposter People preaching everyday White lies, running inside (???)
Hold me, no fucking rules Just help me I’m too pretentious Please me, I’m really hungry Degrade me, I want my complex back
I know what I want to do to you, the possibly disgraceful paces that furnace form is taken to.
Often there seems a distance invading atoms between the closest embrace, but then a thousand miles apart there will be nothing to displace, this all-pervading Love.
No government, institution,no water pollution within reach to sever.
The only thing corrupt enough, being us in the tailwind of what others want without seeing our promise and lending their blessings and trust.
If I do to you what I think I want to, then I might found out what I really don’t.
How much can I stake each time I wake in the morning?
How much on each of our breakfast and dinner plates?
What is the weight, pounds per square inch, of the hugs I can take without breaking a thing within you?
I know you can’t tell, and I cannot either.
But that doesn’t mean never together is what will do.
If peace and prayer can bring us, trial and error, to fertile fields and flocks of a home even just in the works, i will go to sleep on the last tapping beat of my guardian angel’s foot, ride a chord toward Paradise or reincarnate with fewer vices.
Either way I’ll look for you and we will do all we can to recall the lessons of the life we adventured through before.
Cussing about a new kind of covenant that doesn’t damn and degrade everyone under it.
Atheism’s awesome if you’re floating in the air, but for my busted disgusted world I must invent prayers, I know, and a God that’s going to let things go when people won’t.
I don’t see it at all, just churches overflowing with the letters of the law.
If Jesus rode his donkey, in his robes and with his hair down the hollows and the roads of home, all the churches would be frightened, biting nails and getting new blood pressure, cholesterol-lessening, antidepressing pills, keeping pharmacies alive and him in his obscurity.
I will no more be me in this way, with a pounded heart and a cotton mouth snake way of relaying- Let these words heal me to a contract for a mind of no materialistic ease, only harmony.
Lay all my weapons and profoundness down, this day in age out.
Every page to be filled with thrilling, post brain-cell-killing phenomenology of a quality so fit and bare that everyone realizes there is no getting near to being that good at abiding by the mediocre mannerisms, meaningless methods, and maddening mandates of a flat, fictitious existence.
Really proud of this local young person who went through the same media program I did in Whitesburg, Ky called AMI (Appalachian Media Institute.) This movie shows his dedication to film making and I just wanted to share.