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Like the Kami: A one year anniversary tangent.

Believing in the kami makes the kami exist. I will not quote Neruda because he’s to you what Coelho is to me; tautology and wishful thinking, and I think it’s one hell of a deplorable thought. I mustn’t serenade because everything I sing may or may not become the next earworm. I would prefer not to quote Virgil or Horace’s convoluted Latin sentiments of the sublime like Amore omnia vincit or In aeternum te amabo; because you once told me that I like big words to which I respond; babes! you’re definitely witnessing the downfall of a posh grandiloquent. I refuse to go batshit unhinged on interesting trivia, like who died and decided that a group of bats should be called a cauldron? I also think that it’s frowned upon to write this in a sans-serif font and not have my conscience eating at me.  However, I am writing a tangent because that’s how we like each other, rhizomatic and fluid a not-so-gay amount (no offense to arborescent plants). I would like to regard all that I pen to you as

I prefer carcinogens to endorphins: the birth of the radical nerd cult.

at the burlesque of moulin rouge. part II

re: the pilgrim

at the burlesque of moulin rouge.

Beatrice Portinari: Desert Rose and the Unrequited Lover. #Confession P. 1

Cogs in the Wheel.

We Are All Rhizomes.

Chasing Liberty: Rethinking Beauty Standards

I Wish I Didn’t Know.

Rain and Sex Workers.

Women in Quote: Moms, Sisters, Daughters...

Forgiving: The Art of Being a Pacifist