I swear... chiggers are the devil.

A cool quaking jagged monster is bubbling to my dermis. It threatens to transform me into the bitch that I never allow myself to be. It scares me because when I close my eyes, I can see what it's capable of doing. What I'm capable of doing. What I want to do and could never admit to wanting needing desiring feeding feeling. Judgments, you see. They're everywhere. And I fear that I can't contain it any longer. It's not thoughtful. It's certainly not pretty. I wish I could quell this god damned...

David Lynch crawled into my head to feast and left me his dessert crumbs. They were delicious.

David Lynch crawled into my head to feast and left me his dessert crumbs. They were delicious.

_"Unfortunately, when it comes to matters of the heart, I never think with my head."_

_"David Lynch crawled into my head to feast and left me his dessert crumbs. They were delicious."_

*A walk on the sidewalk* *I quicken the pace to warm the blood* *The wind beats at me* *I dish it right back* *My intuition pulls and tugs my eyes to behind me* *A vaguely familiar face* *From a recent distant history* *Sad* *Disappointed* *A weary smile greets me and okays a return* _How are you?_ _Not so good. I've fallen off the wagon._ _You should stop by sometime. Come and see us._ _I can't let y'all see me like this._ _We're not judging you. Please come by._ _I'm really down. I was doin...

*A walk on the sidewalk I quicken the pace to warm the blood The wind beats at me I dish it right back My intuition pulls and tugs my eyes to behind me A vaguely familiar face From a recent distant history Sad Disappointed A weary smile greets me and okays a return* _How are you?_ _Not so good. I've fallen off the wagon._ _You should stop by sometime. Come and see us._ _I can't let y'all see me like this._ _We're not judging you. Please come by._ _I'm really down. I was doing so good, but I'm...

Motormouth, or as colloquialized by the natives(a.k.a. Mom, Pops, MawMaw, & the rest of the fam), _“Mohtahmout”_ - that was my nickname when I was a kid. Apparently it was well-earned according to the anecdotes that my mom likes to share when she’s trying hard to embarrass me (never works). My tendency to be a (for lack of a better word) motormouth was probably one of the earliest displays of my O.M.I.F. (open mouth, insert foot) syndrome. There’s one story in particular that I’ve heard so ma...

round and slippery, heaven scent i woke up last night and snuck out of the tent i'm surprised the bears didn't find you before i did but i peeled away and brought you back to bed i start at the red casing and slowly work inward all the time trying to ignore that you're icky innards oscar meyer jingle stuck in my sleepy little head next thing i know, i was craving some bread! my goal was a piece of you sandwiched between slice one and slice two but finding the car keys was just too much troubl...