alongside the birds

once there was a giraffe named harold who was so tall his head was in the clouds, in more way than one. he would dream of being able to fly alongside the birds instead of just being able to walk along with them. then one bright afternoon, a strong breeze brushed by and nearly blew him over! then came another breeze. and another. when this last breeze blew by it picked harold up and carried him high into the sky- with the birds!! he was flying!! like he always dreamed he would. But breezes come and go as we all know and just as quickly and the breeze came in and picked harold up .. it let him go.. harold was plummeting towards earth faster and faster until he felt his innards beging to move and all the blood in his body rushing towards his tiny head - now frantic harold tried to go to his happy place... but right before he found it... SPLAT. he fell to earth and became a puddle of blood and broken bones. THE END
ging.maude.
better ending?

cancer.

caustic. catalyst. what have you done?

there is lots more where that came from

<3

bird hands

Images from The Bird Hand Book by Victor Schrager

sensitivity and lynchings

prisoner of my own mind. screaming my lungs out, trapped noise in my closed mouth. i wake up and my legs are bleeding. god, someone please help me. you keep trying to get in but i won’t let you. i wont let you in.

you say that she cries when she hears the bird’s song.

I will learn to cook for you It's one thing that I plan[ned] to learn to do.

did the ironing in a cowboy hat felt as fresh as the paint in this new flat i will never tell you what to do. have ambition simply to see things through did you know i could be a lot of fun i’m aware that friendship can die young as the glow from the street light bled down the langlands road we set off, the best of friends i know where i stand i don’t need you to hold my hand well i’ve tried to get along with you and i asked myself what i’m gonna do i’m coming ’round to take a stand gonna to put us together with glue or an elastic band i know where i stand i don’t need you to hold my hand well i’m softer than my face would suggest and at times like these i’m at my lowest ebb but i know i can confide in you if i cry to set the mood oh please could you cry too? happy new year. you’re my only vice. what if we compromised? i am open.

dig a hole that goes down deep in the ground.

im fallin into this hole and im not sure when ill land. the ground isnt even in sight. you said jump, i closed my eyes and dove in. i feel around in the dark. small pieces of revealed to me bit by bit. anticipation excites and scares me. this landscape is familar and treacherous but this time things are different. explosive. passionate. driven. is this a hole or a tunnel? whiskey on our breaths; kissing in the dark. lethargic bliss.

lady bird

"I love you very much + always have since I first saw + held you. You have made me more proud than you'll ever know."