car stops at a red light two limping coyotes cross the street to embarcadero

rather than stand on its own two feet the journey would rather crawl on four legs trampling over me, before i catch the saddle

stretch up as high as i can each morning back vertical arms long fingers reaching each way, eyes skyward, but heels solidly planted. what does it feel like to photosynthesize? maybe one morning roots will web from my toes twigs sprout from wrists chlorophyl in finger nails broa...

after i look through your tumblr again i am a fallen tree prostrating to you mountain

you may feel like a conformist, but the conformist is happy, the conformist is true, when he conforms to his own desires, his own plan of act. found in my 2018 notebook.

basking in between the radio towers, how much you’ve got and how long you’ve gone.

i can not express how it feels to see so many leaves raised up by shadows; standing in the tower like a bird’s first flight

hours before i shaved my head i walked into the market, the man said, “you are a girl? you are a boy? you are a boy with the face of a girl!” then i went back to the monastery and asked luca to film me cutting off my braids then i went to sitaram, and paid him to cut it all off, ...

I do something wonderful to you 君なにか素敵する 僕なにか素敵する You do something wonderful to me I do something wonderful to you To me To you To me To you You do something wonderful to me I do something wonderful to you 君なにか素敵する 僕なにか素敵する You do something wonderful to me I do something wonderfu...

yesterday I talked to trees tall and contemplative warm between bark wide grey mist-eating shadowy moss cloaked twins smooth red and smiling