the walls, i bet,
will turn one another on with stories

and i’ll wager
the cowhides are wetted
as faint remnants of our collective breath
throb between the window panes.

Sal’s in heat again. Her lady-parts are alive. #pussypussy (at The Pussy Palace)

We eat. (at Problem Library)

All of my loves be puttin the makeups on! (at N Judah Inbound)

These are the Pinnacles on which we stand. The air is warm, the birds are watching. Caves, damp, low, the innards of this earth; the birth canals of forgotten cultures. Imagine finding this beauty in the quiet of forgotten eras, when the laymen had an intimate relationship with the land. These are the Pinnacles on which we stand. The air is warm, the birds are watching. Caves, damp, low, the innards of this earth; the birth canals of forgotten cultures. Imagine finding this beauty in the quiet of forgotten eras, when the laymen had an intimate relationship with the land. These are the Pinnacles on which we stand. The air is warm, the birds are watching. Caves, damp, low, the innards of this earth; the birth canals of forgotten cultures. Imagine finding this beauty in the quiet of forgotten eras, when the laymen had an intimate relationship with the land. These are the Pinnacles on which we stand. The air is warm, the birds are watching. Caves, damp, low, the innards of this earth; the birth canals of forgotten cultures. Imagine finding this beauty in the quiet of forgotten eras, when the laymen had an intimate relationship with the land. These are the Pinnacles on which we stand. The air is warm, the birds are watching. Caves, damp, low, the innards of this earth; the birth canals of forgotten cultures. Imagine finding this beauty in the quiet of forgotten eras, when the laymen had an intimate relationship with the land. These are the Pinnacles on which we stand. The air is warm, the birds are watching. Caves, damp, low, the innards of this earth; the birth canals of forgotten cultures. Imagine finding this beauty in the quiet of forgotten eras, when the laymen had an intimate relationship with the land. These are the Pinnacles on which we stand. The air is warm, the birds are watching. Caves, damp, low, the innards of this earth; the birth canals of forgotten cultures. Imagine finding this beauty in the quiet of forgotten eras, when the laymen had an intimate relationship with the land. These are the Pinnacles on which we stand. The air is warm, the birds are watching. Caves, damp, low, the innards of this earth; the birth canals of forgotten cultures. Imagine finding this beauty in the quiet of forgotten eras, when the laymen had an intimate relationship with the land. These are the Pinnacles on which we stand. The air is warm, the birds are watching. Caves, damp, low, the innards of this earth; the birth canals of forgotten cultures. Imagine finding this beauty in the quiet of forgotten eras, when the laymen had an intimate relationship with the land.

These are the Pinnacles on which we stand. The air is warm, the birds are watching. Caves, damp, low, the innards of this earth; the birth canals of forgotten cultures. Imagine finding this beauty in the quiet of forgotten eras, when the laymen had an intimate relationship with the land.

Your life is a garden

Each undertaking is first a seed. The goal of a yoga practice is a seed.

The goal of making breakfast every morning is a seed.
the goal of running every week or telling your lover she is beautiful every day, these are seeds too.

Within this analogy fit an infinity of other ideas we have about
what we might do with our time.

When you take the first step in doing one of those things, whether a yoga class or a hearty breakfast, you’ve planted the seed.

As you continue, you are nourishing that seed. eventually it sprouts and grows, and the more that practice is nurtured, the more resilient it becomes.

Practices that are nurtured for years are strong, resilient; they have a sense of self, of purpose. They happen of their own; their nurturing requires no stress, no thought, no mind.

Your life is a garden.

Toasted sesame oil
Low heat, always low heat
Add chopped broccoli
Add diced garlic
Cover
Add a big sliced shiitake mushroom
Chop up some spring onions (closer to the root end) and throw them in
Cover (ideally enameled cast iron or steel)
Add more toasted sesame oil
Make a comfortable bed for the eggs with chopped spring onions
Crack them shits atop the bed
Cover; be attentive
Plate
Season with bragg amino acids and bragg apple cider vinegar
Garnish (apple or whatever) if ya like
Salt a tiny bit
Enjoy

Goodnight, kitchen. (at Problem Library)