I don’t have much of an idea what I’m doing here, but here I am. I’ll probably write things. I hope people aren’t assholes about it.
Blowing cool across my jaw, Infiltrating the heavy-handed humidity, Clouds and waves of words birth from white tufts of vibration,
The Secrets of Sound
What is sound? Science words: A disturbance or variation that transfers energy progressively from point to point in a medium.
I used to be fake. Not in the layered cosmetics, profess to be something I’m not, “on Wednesdays we wear pink” kind of fake. I was that stealthy kind of fake; stealthy enough to slip under the radar and obscure the dramatic implications. The blank stares, eye rolling and general sideways squints from the general population made it easy to hide the parts of myself that catalyzed the aforementioned actions. If you’re inclined to provide a pass for this deceptively benign fakery, allow me to streamline: I was hiding who I was. The motivation wasn’t maleficent. The action was relatable and potentially, just … human. I wish that voided the fake, but it doesn’t. So, what does it mean to be fake or inauthentic? Why do we do it? What are the bi-products? And my favorite, what can happen when we fight the fake?
I have compiled a list of five things that happen when you figure out who tf you actually are. Please read the list. Thank you.
The Quietest Revolution
We travel hard like cosmonauts, Diving into galactic slots and Star system spots through Self-induced, expansive thought.
I’m fluent in the flow of beams and vibration, My philosophical ideations prompting you to Question your station As a constituent of the nation of dependency and
The milky way is a cell Within an embryo Within the all That we all Are becoming And have been And are not being And are
Pursuing Gravitational escape, Uncoupling from carbon and Density disengagement I take a spin Into the nonlocal, non-prescriptive