11/7/2023

I stagger my way through life coniferously. Bump, stub, drop, smash, break, fumble, lose. Clutz, goofball, nincompoop… knucklehead mcspazatron. The accuracy of the accusations charged grants them even less power. Power is in determination over methodology, action over intention, follow-through over initiation. When a solopsistic mood flares up the remedy is to muddle in your mortar-and-pestle every moment, tenacious and less so, committing all of them to your mixture. The world measures you, the measured. Your consummation commensurate with the potion: sip it down and be transformed. Emergent out of the depths we find myself, earnest as I ever was.