Everybody Wants Something — Journal Entries 2023
Imagine if the world wanted your attention. Imagine nine billion people knowing your people, places, and things. Yeah, the fucked-up part— remember, hated by many and loved by very few? The circle you need has to be small. The circle also needs to be…
How would you design the city of the future? — Journal Entries 2023
[Here the original quotes the opening of John Denver’s “Take Me Home, Country Roads,” the West Virginia song.] We are moving too fast, creating imagery that has to be done or we’re shunned out by groups, labels—you name it, I guess. To answer with…
Boy Oh Boy — Journal Entries 2023
Don’t call me a narcissist if you know my self-worth. I am not the mirror to your insecurities. It’s your judgment, based on your ignorance, that brings up the evil eye for nonsense scenarios that don’t have to happen.
Tell us about the last thing you got excited about. — Journal Entries 2023
This— moments ago. The backstory: there’s a bar across the street that’s always loud.
What’s your favorite recipe? — Journal Entries 2023
To answer in Poetic Vincent language: they can’t claim they held your hand through the struggles when the only hand being held was your left, as you put your right and left together. You then begin asking for help, guidance, and some truth during these…
I Guess the World Hasn’t Had Different Days — Journal Entries 2023
Easy isn’t how I want you to portray your stigma when you first meet me. Create an unknown stigma. He likes to understand the unknown; it creates a new stigma for his people, places, and things. Pour your heart out without even speaking. Cry him a melody…
Subtle Deceptions — Journal Entries 2023
Sometimes telling yourself to be subtle will attract the opposite of what you are wanting. The key word is “wanting.” Wanting is the unknown. (Are the people, places, and things thriving off the evil eye portrayed by both sides?) Yes, both sides. Imagine…
Dear My Company I Kept — Journal Entries 2023
As the restful hours come to an end, I expelled my colleagues from the burning office, as if the price they gave me to pay hourly was even worth it. Some walked back in, looked back with such disgust. Ha. As the restful hours come to an end, I tried to…
I’m Sorry I Didn’t Relapse, I’m Just Mentally Ill—It’s Called Attacks — Journal Entries 2023
I believe my pacing has to do with my anxiety. I’m sorry. It’s not a relapse. Ask my old people, places, and things. Again, another questionable decision by the new people, places, and things. But you checked on my privacy, and now you’re turning it back…
Damn — Journal Entries 2023
I have so much going for me, and the evil eye still surrounds me with their daily urges, which are becoming so routine.