unflinching, unafraid

you should go to there!! not here anymore! ! there!!

also if anyone knows where i can find that theme again that would be cool? the link embedded in the theme doesn’t lead me back to it and i really like that theme.

when i am eighty i want you to have had a hand in making every wrinkle of my skin-: every smile you ever made me make etched into the corners of my eyes, my palms curved to how i held you, my lips stretched from kisses. love, i want to carry you on my skin one day. cunt

you made her a goddess you made her a woman i cried the day you realized what you'd done

// are you in love with her dot jay peg

// Tonight I Am In Sneakers dot jay peg

// wolf blood dot jay peg

you were never underwhelming when we talk i roll around in bed like i am at a slumber party let's have drinks and touch each other's shoulders, grinning it is dangerous to feel how childwild i feel with you that's okay let's be dangerous together hide under the table cloth and listen carefully now shhh don't giggle soft girl i love you

// family and freinds   [self-portrait] dot jay peg

my city crumbles and won't return my phone calls fine then be that way whatever

// flarf #1 [cuddlefish]

// this is the most vulnerable i have ever been dot jay peg

Emily wants to be a Prince when she grows up. Emily knows that wind comes from trees waving their branches when they dance to sunsongs, stirring the air up, and when Emily looks at the beach she knows that seals are just narwhals without horns and narwhals are just unicorns that forgot to get on the Ark when God drowned the world in His tears (so He gave them tails instead of hooves and let them swim in all His misery forever). Emily parts her hair on the side so she can be a Prince when she grows up. She parts her hair on the side and wears leggings and a little green hat and runs bare-chested through the forest catching fairies and on clear nights Emily can see her moonshadow and they dance together, four and forty feet tall. Prince Emily has a cardboard castle. It used to be a house but Emily took some crayons and drew herself crown moulding and flower boxes because she wants to be a Prince when she grows up and she took that box and brought it under the electric fence and past the cow field to the (rapidly disappearing on account of those mysterious trucks that drive by at night) forest and to her very favourite spot by the stream. Maybe she's there right now, looking at the water and wishing it would ever even in the summer grow warm enough to swim. Maybe she's there right now, with her chest bare and her hair blonde and her eyes huge and blue and her face messy with berry juice because there's no-one to tell her to wipe her chin and no-one to tell her to grow her hair long like the other girls. So Prince Emily parts her hair on the side and talks to Peter Pan and Robin Hood and her own shadow and sometimes God.

morning came like someone spilled a crate of mangos though my window that was my first thought this morning the rest of today i am nearly unable to speak because everything out of my mouth is grammaradical somewhat-poetry and when people ask what's up all i can say is that "i am quivering with emotion" haha.... okay izzy when i look at the sky i'm thinking of like, idk, shattered shotglasses and robin hood arrows in a sack on my back to pin down whimsy and hope quivers full of emotion i don't want to talk and that never happens but i can't remember what words look like because i'm too busy tasting them this part of the world feels too small please i'm ready to leave or let poets sleep in my bed haha... okay izzy

// violent poem dot jay peg

// reading of freewrite #1 (one is silver and the other's gold)

don't get in my way i have people to save i have voices to hear sing to me friends because i love you sing to me in german and polish and russian and french sing to me in tagalog so i can speak with the glamorous ladyboys and the dirty old white men in their cargo pants who want them sing to me girl guide camping songs and yiddish lullabies the hebrew songs of zionist war i will listen it's in my blood to listen it's in my blood to listen haha shriebticsh schreibtisch mein Schreibtisch ist sehr groB holy shit ich bin un fucking stoppable holy shit ich bin ein ubermensch hahahahah schreibtisch spell it it with me now and earn me air miles passport tickets across the internet and everything else i have hearts to fill with pride in me and i have songs i have not yet learned to sing and i am unstoppable i have it on a t-shirt even so sing to me i'll sing to you in whatever language i feel like speaking when sleepy-eyed my alarm clock squawks pop music and i remember that i am in amurrka! home of the brave! land of the free! eagles and private banks everywhere! i have an earth to wrap in strings cross crossing and i don't know where i will land or who i will return to but i know that however far i may tumble i will be loved haha i am giddy i am speaking french haha i am german you can see it written across my tiny ski-jump nose and my angled bones haha i am so loved i am so loved i have a million loves and i they have one me to give myself to i will give myself to all my loves because how and forever i will go i have them when i need them it's in my blood to listen it's in my blood to listen every day i think i am happier than i have ever been and then i remember that i have felt that every day for as long as i can remember i have always been this haha giddy man i don't know i'm not even hiGH I JUST REALLY LIKE my liFE!!!