double torture

opposing the old upset that comes with life not going according to plan, deep into a saturday we forged. we joined up with natural order and made winging it fun. we shared a double torture from Dutch Bros and got our guidance from highway signs. 9 years to the day of our last major meltdown. a voyage to Alameda to see our friends. there are treasures awaiting if you can hold out to the end.


getting real

semiconsciously you recreate

painful incidents of the

past. like an obsession 

then one day you witness your life

it’s like some sappy

forgotten big hollywood 

movie… and decide to get real



all life. nothing escapes the pattern.

patterns by k


Her spirit survived her
and spoke to the ones she loved
in patterns


half out my mind
i fall
down again
into my own – imprint – in