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deer

Dead and bleeding - meat for now and then for later. Sweet life release into the air and consumed to survive. A sacrifice of one creation only to allow another to prosper. A fight to the finish which results in one carcase and one more day to live.

lucky

what is luck? is it when something happens that you wanted to experience? so we are only lucky when our desires come through. theres no such thing as luck. just awareness.

what is seen and heard may not be the OBVIOUS. it can be hidden and held hostage from our minds make you think and dig until what you want to know turns itself in. obvioulsy its not what you wanted. you wanted the obvious answer.

coffee and crepes only to taste lips of lust hear my noises and feel my press upon the keys of an old communicator. eyes make contact and talk on there own theres no need for such things as typewriters.

weeks

going by counted days numbers add up to weeks and months then years turn into generations. and life is going faster and faster but really were just getting older to the weeks. and days, hours, minutes, and seconds.

This face I present to you all is no costume. I am me and here I am. Never hiding or ashamed to be what I am. Never will i, this woman, be anything but the truth.

table

i am content. for here i sit at a desk, made table, swaying and drifting away to musical thoughts that fulfill my empty slots of adored ones home. i know that when i arrive back warmth filled hugs await me in between stares filled with loving drops greeting me as well. but i am here, and that is fine because i have become the next generation. the adult that was always going to make an appearance in her mothers vintage dress, a little off beat, but none the less present in the living world that awaits me.

conquer, divide initiate and achieve

pouch

pouch of flesh, blood, life and love.. a colaboration of genes welded; formulating a life-filled creature inside the shell of a womans womb. warm, safe, secure and calm nine months of flesh growing around and within until finally expelled through pain and the ultimate bond of complete and utter devotion.

tilt

tilt and glid, swirl and move. momentum takes hold and you cant help but feel the pull of gravity. inevitable existence and nothing can stop you from being grounded.

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writing since 2010 · 23 entries · 23 days shown up

each square is a day—lit means Stephanie showed up.

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on this day 16 years ago

Stephanie wrote about rustling
“Leaves turn and stretch, gorggy from their autumn slumber when a gentle motherly breeze wakes them from the ground.”

the words Stephanie reaches for

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