From December, 2025

12.31.2025 2/2

and then there be no days left inside of me for what has been except as re-calling(sweetness) and what can and is to become

12.29.2025 1/2

and to sail oncleaved open anew, sprawling as stars sprouting or blooming, see:mother new year, rising

12.21.2025

  daddy dead in a ditch. fatty black baby stifle you. breasts as slow mercury oceans. flow to nipples of owl eyes. love is.