Old Old Notes

From igniting The angry one.

Little known fact....I used to go by Una Francesca. :P

I hated writing essays in school, they always came out sounding like prose instead. This is an actual line from an essay I wrote in high school...lol. (I’ll try to find it and post it.)

An idea I once had that never came to fruition. 

End Credits For A Class Project. (man i wish i could find the footage).

prove to me that dreams will no longer be kept dormant as the original voices we were born with. and this city’s chromatic stances along with her liquid antics are mightier than the sword & your endless reign of glimmering wor(l)ds

Reverberating From the inside out I remember His voice. Rattling against My bones Are his bones That shake When they are cold or Very Very sad.

she waits, she calls doll yoko's name when silence falls and grips the walls of her uterine lining. plucking syllables from flesh, she transforms women into alphabets, spelling out words her counterparts forget like... femicide. rape, domestic violence, and whole other list of shit they told you to just get comfortable with cause there is no hope in changing them, the world, or the fact that you were born to be woman and yet will die a girl.

I thought I saw you in a dream of mine. I guess that is why I sleep all the time. I am tired of this world Being without you

Old flyer I made. Original photography credit goes to me, but only because I truly cherish that guy’s face.

He mistakes Mesquite Leaves For rosary beads, Kisses her Gently On the eyes.

An old flyer I must have made for movie night at the coffee shop I worked in.

Crushing sorrowthick like garlic Between board and knife. Hovering (e)motionless Over furniture wrapped in plastic, People wrapped in grief. & This love is a house With all rooms void of comfort,milk, and bread.

Viole(n)t.

The light from the kitchen bouncing of linoleum tiles. And me Crawling back to bed, out of my skin, & Into silence.

Lessons from my early twenties.

And baby fire, fat from sipping oils Cooed, crackled, and he glowed.