The Death of Self-Consciousness

The mirror has not been kind to me Reflecting back what I don't want to see. Where I am trapped when I feel free, Locked inside the cage, when I see the key. I leave my body.┬áI go away. Sometimes for an hour, perhaps a day. Where┬ánothingness is everything. Where my heart can't talk, but... Continue Reading →

How Cool Is Cool? Thoughts from a Recovered Betty

You wouldn't know it now, but I had a thing for skater boys. When I really think about it, I have to admit it was probably because I liked the way they turned their feet in on their boards. All those foot positions made them look a little awkward and I found it ridiculously charming.... Continue Reading →

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