i fink ur freaky

online profile, in song lyrics, draft

lookin' for a lover that's gonna last,

i can't believe life's so complex when i just want to sit here and watch you undress, this is love, this is love that i'm feelin.'

ask me what i did with my life, i spent it with you. 

i love it, so do it.

i need a gangsta bitch.

i'm just a sweet transvestite.

kill my landlord, kill my landlord, kill my landlord. 

every man has a woman who loves him, if he finds her in this lifetime, he will know.

it's called love, and it belongs to us. 

i am human and i need to be loved just like everybody else does. 

would you let the system make you kill your brother man? no, dread, no.

ooh you make me live.

i hate the rich. 

i love jah. 

and the men who hold high places must be the ones to start, to forge a new mentality, closer to the heart.

before you cross the street, take my hand; life is what happens to you while you're busy making ofher plans.

all those beautiful boyz, kings and queens and criminal queers.

be my fucking be my fucking be my fucking boyfriend.

slave to love. 

99 problems and a bitch ain't one. 

i wanna be the sunshine when you're down, i wanna be the one you run to late at night. 

when i'm fucked up that's the real me.

le soleil est pres du moi. 

all i want is a photo in my wallet.

a man who loves beauty, a man who loves art, respects the spirit world and thinks with his heart.

sexy boy.

i cover you in roses. 

i believe in miracles, where u from?

'cause he is the truth, and he is so real

and I love the way that he makes me feel, and if I am a reflection of him then I must be fly.

is this desire? 

the last time i saw you we had just split in two; you were looking at me and i was looking at you. 

well it would be nice, if i could touch your body, you know not everybody has a body like you. 

i wanna dance, do it all night.

i wanna take you higher than you've ever felt before..

wild is the wind. 

and if i am not prominently featured in your next light show...

oh lord, please don't let me be misunderstood.

we can fuck forever but you will never get my soul.

did i tell you you're divine? when you were alive? 

these hoes ain't loyal.

if you want a lover, i'll do anything you ask me to.

no makeup on, that's my sugar; won't you come and lay it down on me?

hello hello hey hello hello.

fiction tends to illuminate truth

lay flowers at the feet of your muse.

tell yourself how you feel about love.

stand up straight, do your art.

fucking, an elaboration, or, dribble into hopelessness don't even bother reading this unless you're in a really godly place

no one will ever know what you mean and what does that mean and why does anything have to mean anything? living is for the living. what is so fucking difficult about finding a sexy faithful intelligent cool partner? too weird too rigid too selfish too married too christian too scared too stiff too self conscious too scientific too boring too head in the sand.

shut it down or keep going. i keep trying. keep on moving. that's my fucking family motto. science vs. faith. the ecosystem is fucked. basically, we're all fucked. rent is fucked. the banks are fuckers, racist haters are fuckers. trump is a fucker and every fucking stupid fuck who votes for him. work is ridiculous. 

strategies and boundaries and lines - the universal symbol for do not pass.

the only human i care about losing about knowing about being known by is lying in my bed uneasily resting and i'm uninspired.

how to stay tits up in this world.

how to even believe what you say to yourself. marianne williamson is pretty fucking sure of herself.

you are right where you need to be. you don't need to try so hard. just be a nice fucking person most of the time, clean the body regularly and try not to take more than you need, and pack your trash.

you are the creator of your reality. shit happens and you deal with it. i don't know if we attract the shit that happens. even the dog in family guy and bill maher made fun of manifestation today as harmful self help propaganda.

is it weakness to call the dreamlife your permanent home?

it's for me only. this. i'd rather be having fun.

i'd rather be in love. making art. laughing, so you know it's time to yoga the fuck out of this.

heard on the street

creative people don't live here anymore really

#badastrologyforcreepin lol

but the sky! the blossoms! springtime. 

... letter to the once lover

once lover, i don't want to be creepin. but i was curious. nostalgic. y no puedo dice todo en espanol. i didn't mean to be in visible mode. you said so many things about us, i don't need to memorialize it but it is a famous love story. and i still love you. i know it wasn't going to work, and you had more to lose than i had, you only had to cut off a toe or two to keep your body. i am still patti smith wing, i am free. it is beautiful. 

everything s still beautiful.

my friends didn't like you. you may not have liked my friends. but that didn't matter. when i looked in your eyes, at your hands, when i dreamed about you in little shorts looking irresistable and gay, when i asked if could lick you, that was pure innocence. i trusted you. hence, the art, the double fuck you, the stickers, i made stickers. dark dark dark day dreaming, oh if you knew what it meant to me. down with OPP. thinking thong. your laugh. and those occasional times when you were rooted in earth, clear, knowing. 

purple rain. i wish you well.

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the syncopation was off; one more pack of blues

white soul:

the best worst car alarm. horn style, cracked, strained. laughable. 

left coast represents was mindblown when boss' wife said no r & b no hip hop AND no disco. and new devil music. mindblown. 

florida always seemed faux from over here somehow. beyond belief. indeed.

you used to

you are everywhere!

we are creatures of light.
born badass. heart and eyes open.

once we get to be about two, like today by witness, you might find us licking a glass door, and later, around age forty, we tend to become entirely less likable, especially while driving motor vehicles.

what is your why? who are you? who do you want to be? do you want to be that guy?

shout outs to oingo boingo, erykah badu, aries, leo, gemini, taurus, virgo, and KPFA 94.1, and to all loving arms, college radio, and baby feet.