Scribbled dreams square pegs and scrambled tags. Such fun and great weather! Things that we lost. Bitten by the rainy city. Dancing in the dark she feels. The strings of her heart.

I Talk About The Most Important Ideas From The Books I Read. This Is My 200th Blog Post. This is my 200th blog post About 6 months ago, I wrote my 100th blog post, which was a big deal for me, and for any aspiring writer who is just starting out. When I had written my 100th blog post, it was like, Wow. This Is My 200th Blog Post.

An online magazine for and by people of colour. A written and visual journal entry on God, lessons learned in 2016, and relationships. 8220;I take candid photos of the folks that share the same spaces as me. Beautiful images by a queer, black photographer.

Sometimes I refer to myself as Baphomet. Baffling kids with perfect prose or adagies. Flow so smooth you could call it golden liquid. Or maybe mercury when these words are hurting me. Hieroglyphics written with spliff ends as if when. You understand my oratory, call if dark sorcery. Thrown with devil hand signs with gang minds. So find my sigil between alphanumerics and. Call me heretic when my breath ends.

Where it felt more at home. But i dont know the last time ive written.