let jesus fuck you

I've been looking for a savior in these dirty streets
looking for a savior beneath these dirty sheets
i've been raising up my hands
drive another nail in
just what god needs
one more victim
tori amos

journey well

forgiveness is giving up the hope that the past
could have been any different.

shedding

momma i can see

after waking from a coma, without opening her eyes, my sister rose in the bed
and uttered those last words. she was 22.

oh the humanity...

the moment there is imagination, there is myth

All art is a kind of confession, more or less oblique. All artists, if they are to survive, are forced, at last, to tell the whole story; to vomit the anguish up.
james baldwin

the efficacy of vision

There is a vitality, a life force, an energy, a quickening, that is translated through you into action, and because there is only one of you in all time, this expression is unique...
martha graham

it covets

old polaroid

untitled

manhood coerced into sensitivity is no manhood at all.

camille paglia

scouting

looking for that perfect location for a project.

board2