it is not delirium, it is "deep play".
whirl myself, spin. and i become a dervish. and in that play i come to know something sweet about my own core.
these texts are an archive of my life in the San Francisco Bay Area from march 2007 - march 2015. it stands as a record of close to a decade of my life, charting the struggles i faced as an artist, daughter, and lover. messy and chaotic at times, eloquent and poetic at others, these texts are an index i am proud of. it was here in this electric box that i learned how to be honest about my experiences and the person i needed to become. it was here that i first learned the truism that words make the world and how to trust such a beautiful, rife, hard fact.
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Ahhh.
<3
wv: hydcal
For fevers!
:)
fevers! hahahaha!
but i am starting to think i have the swine flu. no fun.
So I was wrong, not delirium, not hallucination, but play. Long may it last then.
well, for the sake of honesty, i will say you are half right. ;) the combination of a thick and powerful flu with all sorts of art and poems and essays and hot politics was definitely a recipe for a state of strange elation. ha! but the play is deep and good and forward moving. rolling around like a dog in the grass.
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