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force fed “free” ..full, fried, & fickle, finally. finding family first.

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howdy folks & friends

hardposting on the personal feels as dramatic as starting a new journal these days, so I’ll keep the same energy

been cliché to insist as much for years now, but 2024 felt impossibly long. the omnipresent pain of genocide. the continued, exhausting rightward sliding of the empire. the late stage despair everywhere I find community.

I’ve barely even begun processing last January’s heartbreak. I put all my emotional eggs into a moving basket before being denied Home. The venues I cared for most prematurely sent me out into the wilderness.

But the GOODNESS. The terrifying & accessible Truth. The immense, overwhelming Beauty. Nine out of every ten projects I undertook this year failed and I’ve never learned more. I have community within communities, so much Love around me and all throughout my family of Poets. 

so, here’s a few images of people & scenes that bring me joy.

I have ONE resolution…to be better about responding & reaching out. I owe so many of you literal MONTHS of messages. I want to demonstrate, to put to action all the care in my head & heart when I THINK of messaging You, you, and/or YOU every single day. Open to suggestions & accountability.

Hope everyone has whatever kind of new year they most need. 🥂 to class consciousness & more community in 2025.

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only tagging @farmer_patcle as @farmer_patcle is _prepcore person of the year.

this year we’re posting pals, run now if you need to preserve your precious feed. I’ll write 💫

force fed “free” ..full, fried, & fickle, finally. finding family first.

- - -

howdy folks & friends

hardposting on the personal feels as dramatic as starting a new journal these days, so I’ll keep the same energy

been cliché to insist as much for years now, but 2024 felt impossibly long. the omnipresent pain of genocide. the continued, exhausting rightward sliding of the empire. the late stage despair everywhere I find community.

I’ve barely even begun processing last January’s heartbreak. I put all my emotional eggs into a moving basket before being denied Home. The venues I cared for most prematurely sent me out into the wilderness.

But the GOODNESS. The terrifying & accessible Truth. The immense, overwhelming Beauty. Nine out of every ten projects I undertook this year failed and I’ve never learned more. I have community within communities, so much Love around me and all throughout my family of Poets. 

so, here’s a few images of people & scenes that bring me joy.

I have ONE resolution…to be better about responding & reaching out. I owe so many of you literal MONTHS of messages. I want to demonstrate, to put to action all the care in my head & heart when I THINK of messaging You, you, and/or YOU every single day. Open to suggestions & accountability.

Hope everyone has whatever kind of new year they most need. 🥂 to class consciousness & more community in 2025.

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only tagging @farmer_patcle as @farmer_patcle is _prepcore person of the year.

this year we’re posting pals, run now if you need to preserve your precious feed. I’ll write 💫

force fed “free” ..full, fried, & fickle, finally. finding family first.

- - -

howdy folks & friends

hardposting on the personal feels as dramatic as starting a new journal these days, so I’ll keep the same energy

been cliché to insist as much for years now, but 2024 felt impossibly long. the omnipresent pain of genocide. the continued, exhausting rightward sliding of the empire. the late stage despair everywhere I find community.

I’ve barely even begun processing last January’s heartbreak. I put all my emotional eggs into a moving basket before being denied Home. The venues I cared for most prematurely sent me out into the wilderness.

But the GOODNESS. The terrifying & accessible Truth. The immense, overwhelming Beauty. Nine out of every ten projects I undertook this year failed and I’ve never learned more. I have community within communities, so much Love around me and all throughout my family of Poets. 

so, here’s a few images of people & scenes that bring me joy.

I have ONE resolution…to be better about responding & reaching out. I owe so many of you literal MONTHS of messages. I want to demonstrate, to put to action all the care in my head & heart when I THINK of messaging You, you, and/or YOU every single day. Open to suggestions & accountability.

Hope everyone has whatever kind of new year they most need. 🥂 to class consciousness & more community in 2025.

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only tagging @farmer_patcle as @farmer_patcle is _prepcore person of the year.

this year we’re posting pals, run now if you need to preserve your precious feed. I’ll write 💫

force fed “free” ..full, fried, & fickle, finally. finding family first.

- - -

howdy folks & friends

hardposting on the personal feels as dramatic as starting a new journal these days, so I’ll keep the same energy

been cliché to insist as much for years now, but 2024 felt impossibly long. the omnipresent pain of genocide. the continued, exhausting rightward sliding of the empire. the late stage despair everywhere I find community.

I’ve barely even begun processing last January’s heartbreak. I put all my emotional eggs into a moving basket before being denied Home. The venues I cared for most prematurely sent me out into the wilderness.

But the GOODNESS. The terrifying & accessible Truth. The immense, overwhelming Beauty. Nine out of every ten projects I undertook this year failed and I’ve never learned more. I have community within communities, so much Love around me and all throughout my family of Poets. 

so, here’s a few images of people & scenes that bring me joy.

I have ONE resolution…to be better about responding & reaching out. I owe so many of you literal MONTHS of messages. I want to demonstrate, to put to action all the care in my head & heart when I THINK of messaging You, you, and/or YOU every single day. Open to suggestions & accountability.

Hope everyone has whatever kind of new year they most need. 🥂 to class consciousness & more community in 2025.

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only tagging @farmer_patcle as @farmer_patcle is _prepcore person of the year.

this year we’re posting pals, run now if you need to preserve your precious feed. I’ll write 💫

force fed “free” ..full, fried, & fickle, finally. finding family first.

- - -

howdy folks & friends

hardposting on the personal feels as dramatic as starting a new journal these days, so I’ll keep the same energy

been cliché to insist as much for years now, but 2024 felt impossibly long. the omnipresent pain of genocide. the continued, exhausting rightward sliding of the empire. the late stage despair everywhere I find community.

I’ve barely even begun processing last January’s heartbreak. I put all my emotional eggs into a moving basket before being denied Home. The venues I cared for most prematurely sent me out into the wilderness.

But the GOODNESS. The terrifying & accessible Truth. The immense, overwhelming Beauty. Nine out of every ten projects I undertook this year failed and I’ve never learned more. I have community within communities, so much Love around me and all throughout my family of Poets. 

so, here’s a few images of people & scenes that bring me joy.

I have ONE resolution…to be better about responding & reaching out. I owe so many of you literal MONTHS of messages. I want to demonstrate, to put to action all the care in my head & heart when I THINK of messaging You, you, and/or YOU every single day. Open to suggestions & accountability.

Hope everyone has whatever kind of new year they most need. 🥂 to class consciousness & more community in 2025.

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only tagging @farmer_patcle as @farmer_patcle is _prepcore person of the year.

this year we’re posting pals, run now if you need to preserve your precious feed. I’ll write 💫

force fed “free” ..full, fried, & fickle, finally. finding family first.

- - -

howdy folks & friends

hardposting on the personal feels as dramatic as starting a new journal these days, so I’ll keep the same energy

been cliché to insist as much for years now, but 2024 felt impossibly long. the omnipresent pain of genocide. the continued, exhausting rightward sliding of the empire. the late stage despair everywhere I find community.

I’ve barely even begun processing last January’s heartbreak. I put all my emotional eggs into a moving basket before being denied Home. The venues I cared for most prematurely sent me out into the wilderness.

But the GOODNESS. The terrifying & accessible Truth. The immense, overwhelming Beauty. Nine out of every ten projects I undertook this year failed and I’ve never learned more. I have community within communities, so much Love around me and all throughout my family of Poets. 

so, here’s a few images of people & scenes that bring me joy.

I have ONE resolution…to be better about responding & reaching out. I owe so many of you literal MONTHS of messages. I want to demonstrate, to put to action all the care in my head & heart when I THINK of messaging You, you, and/or YOU every single day. Open to suggestions & accountability.

Hope everyone has whatever kind of new year they most need. 🥂 to class consciousness & more community in 2025.

- - -

only tagging @farmer_patcle as @farmer_patcle is _prepcore person of the year.

this year we’re posting pals, run now if you need to preserve your precious feed. I’ll write 💫

force fed “free” ..full, fried, & fickle, finally. finding family first.

- - -

howdy folks & friends

hardposting on the personal feels as dramatic as starting a new journal these days, so I’ll keep the same energy

been cliché to insist as much for years now, but 2024 felt impossibly long. the omnipresent pain of genocide. the continued, exhausting rightward sliding of the empire. the late stage despair everywhere I find community.

I’ve barely even begun processing last January’s heartbreak. I put all my emotional eggs into a moving basket before being denied Home. The venues I cared for most prematurely sent me out into the wilderness.

But the GOODNESS. The terrifying & accessible Truth. The immense, overwhelming Beauty. Nine out of every ten projects I undertook this year failed and I’ve never learned more. I have community within communities, so much Love around me and all throughout my family of Poets. 

so, here’s a few images of people & scenes that bring me joy.

I have ONE resolution…to be better about responding & reaching out. I owe so many of you literal MONTHS of messages. I want to demonstrate, to put to action all the care in my head & heart when I THINK of messaging You, you, and/or YOU every single day. Open to suggestions & accountability.

Hope everyone has whatever kind of new year they most need. 🥂 to class consciousness & more community in 2025.

- - -

only tagging @farmer_patcle as @farmer_patcle is _prepcore person of the year.

this year we’re posting pals, run now if you need to preserve your precious feed. I’ll write 💫

force fed “free” ..full, fried, & fickle, finally. finding family first.

- - -

howdy folks & friends

hardposting on the personal feels as dramatic as starting a new journal these days, so I’ll keep the same energy

been cliché to insist as much for years now, but 2024 felt impossibly long. the omnipresent pain of genocide. the continued, exhausting rightward sliding of the empire. the late stage despair everywhere I find community.

I’ve barely even begun processing last January’s heartbreak. I put all my emotional eggs into a moving basket before being denied Home. The venues I cared for most prematurely sent me out into the wilderness.

But the GOODNESS. The terrifying & accessible Truth. The immense, overwhelming Beauty. Nine out of every ten projects I undertook this year failed and I’ve never learned more. I have community within communities, so much Love around me and all throughout my family of Poets. 

so, here’s a few images of people & scenes that bring me joy.

I have ONE resolution…to be better about responding & reaching out. I owe so many of you literal MONTHS of messages. I want to demonstrate, to put to action all the care in my head & heart when I THINK of messaging You, you, and/or YOU every single day. Open to suggestions & accountability.

Hope everyone has whatever kind of new year they most need. 🥂 to class consciousness & more community in 2025.

- - -

only tagging @farmer_patcle as @farmer_patcle is _prepcore person of the year.

this year we’re posting pals, run now if you need to preserve your precious feed. I’ll write 💫

force fed “free” ..full, fried, & fickle, finally. finding family first.

- - -

howdy folks & friends

hardposting on the personal feels as dramatic as starting a new journal these days, so I’ll keep the same energy

been cliché to insist as much for years now, but 2024 felt impossibly long. the omnipresent pain of genocide. the continued, exhausting rightward sliding of the empire. the late stage despair everywhere I find community.

I’ve barely even begun processing last January’s heartbreak. I put all my emotional eggs into a moving basket before being denied Home. The venues I cared for most prematurely sent me out into the wilderness.

But the GOODNESS. The terrifying & accessible Truth. The immense, overwhelming Beauty. Nine out of every ten projects I undertook this year failed and I’ve never learned more. I have community within communities, so much Love around me and all throughout my family of Poets. 

so, here’s a few images of people & scenes that bring me joy.

I have ONE resolution…to be better about responding & reaching out. I owe so many of you literal MONTHS of messages. I want to demonstrate, to put to action all the care in my head & heart when I THINK of messaging You, you, and/or YOU every single day. Open to suggestions & accountability.

Hope everyone has whatever kind of new year they most need. 🥂 to class consciousness & more community in 2025.

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only tagging @farmer_patcle as @farmer_patcle is _prepcore person of the year.

this year we’re posting pals, run now if you need to preserve your precious feed. I’ll write 💫

force fed “free” ..full, fried, & fickle, finally. finding family first.

- - -

howdy folks & friends

hardposting on the personal feels as dramatic as starting a new journal these days, so I’ll keep the same energy

been cliché to insist as much for years now, but 2024 felt impossibly long. the omnipresent pain of genocide. the continued, exhausting rightward sliding of the empire. the late stage despair everywhere I find community.

I’ve barely even begun processing last January’s heartbreak. I put all my emotional eggs into a moving basket before being denied Home. The venues I cared for most prematurely sent me out into the wilderness.

But the GOODNESS. The terrifying & accessible Truth. The immense, overwhelming Beauty. Nine out of every ten projects I undertook this year failed and I’ve never learned more. I have community within communities, so much Love around me and all throughout my family of Poets. 

so, here’s a few images of people & scenes that bring me joy.

I have ONE resolution…to be better about responding & reaching out. I owe so many of you literal MONTHS of messages. I want to demonstrate, to put to action all the care in my head & heart when I THINK of messaging You, you, and/or YOU every single day. Open to suggestions & accountability.

Hope everyone has whatever kind of new year they most need. 🥂 to class consciousness & more community in 2025.

- - -

only tagging @farmer_patcle as @farmer_patcle is _prepcore person of the year.

this year we’re posting pals, run now if you need to preserve your precious feed. I’ll write 💫

force fed “free” ..full, fried, & fickle, finally. finding family first.

- - -

howdy folks & friends

hardposting on the personal feels as dramatic as starting a new journal these days, so I’ll keep the same energy

been cliché to insist as much for years now, but 2024 felt impossibly long. the omnipresent pain of genocide. the continued, exhausting rightward sliding of the empire. the late stage despair everywhere I find community.

I’ve barely even begun processing last January’s heartbreak. I put all my emotional eggs into a moving basket before being denied Home. The venues I cared for most prematurely sent me out into the wilderness.

But the GOODNESS. The terrifying & accessible Truth. The immense, overwhelming Beauty. Nine out of every ten projects I undertook this year failed and I’ve never learned more. I have community within communities, so much Love around me and all throughout my family of Poets. 

so, here’s a few images of people & scenes that bring me joy.

I have ONE resolution…to be better about responding & reaching out. I owe so many of you literal MONTHS of messages. I want to demonstrate, to put to action all the care in my head & heart when I THINK of messaging You, you, and/or YOU every single day. Open to suggestions & accountability.

Hope everyone has whatever kind of new year they most need. 🥂 to class consciousness & more community in 2025.

- - -

only tagging @farmer_patcle as @farmer_patcle is _prepcore person of the year.

this year we’re posting pals, run now if you need to preserve your precious feed. I’ll write 💫

force fed “free” ..full, fried, & fickle, finally. finding family first.

- - -

howdy folks & friends

hardposting on the personal feels as dramatic as starting a new journal these days, so I’ll keep the same energy

been cliché to insist as much for years now, but 2024 felt impossibly long. the omnipresent pain of genocide. the continued, exhausting rightward sliding of the empire. the late stage despair everywhere I find community.

I’ve barely even begun processing last January’s heartbreak. I put all my emotional eggs into a moving basket before being denied Home. The venues I cared for most prematurely sent me out into the wilderness.

But the GOODNESS. The terrifying & accessible Truth. The immense, overwhelming Beauty. Nine out of every ten projects I undertook this year failed and I’ve never learned more. I have community within communities, so much Love around me and all throughout my family of Poets. 

so, here’s a few images of people & scenes that bring me joy.

I have ONE resolution…to be better about responding & reaching out. I owe so many of you literal MONTHS of messages. I want to demonstrate, to put to action all the care in my head & heart when I THINK of messaging You, you, and/or YOU every single day. Open to suggestions & accountability.

Hope everyone has whatever kind of new year they most need. 🥂 to class consciousness & more community in 2025.

- - -

only tagging @farmer_patcle as @farmer_patcle is _prepcore person of the year.

this year we’re posting pals, run now if you need to preserve your precious feed. I’ll write 💫

force fed “free” ..full, fried, & fickle, finally. finding family first.

- - -

howdy folks & friends

hardposting on the personal feels as dramatic as starting a new journal these days, so I’ll keep the same energy

been cliché to insist as much for years now, but 2024 felt impossibly long. the omnipresent pain of genocide. the continued, exhausting rightward sliding of the empire. the late stage despair everywhere I find community.

I’ve barely even begun processing last January’s heartbreak. I put all my emotional eggs into a moving basket before being denied Home. The venues I cared for most prematurely sent me out into the wilderness.

But the GOODNESS. The terrifying & accessible Truth. The immense, overwhelming Beauty. Nine out of every ten projects I undertook this year failed and I’ve never learned more. I have community within communities, so much Love around me and all throughout my family of Poets. 

so, here’s a few images of people & scenes that bring me joy.

I have ONE resolution…to be better about responding & reaching out. I owe so many of you literal MONTHS of messages. I want to demonstrate, to put to action all the care in my head & heart when I THINK of messaging You, you, and/or YOU every single day. Open to suggestions & accountability.

Hope everyone has whatever kind of new year they most need. 🥂 to class consciousness & more community in 2025.

- - -

only tagging @farmer_patcle as @farmer_patcle is _prepcore person of the year.

this year we’re posting pals, run now if you need to preserve your precious feed. I’ll write 💫

force fed “free” ..full, fried, & fickle, finally. finding family first.

- - -

howdy folks & friends

hardposting on the personal feels as dramatic as starting a new journal these days, so I’ll keep the same energy

been cliché to insist as much for years now, but 2024 felt impossibly long. the omnipresent pain of genocide. the continued, exhausting rightward sliding of the empire. the late stage despair everywhere I find community.

I’ve barely even begun processing last January’s heartbreak. I put all my emotional eggs into a moving basket before being denied Home. The venues I cared for most prematurely sent me out into the wilderness.

But the GOODNESS. The terrifying & accessible Truth. The immense, overwhelming Beauty. Nine out of every ten projects I undertook this year failed and I’ve never learned more. I have community within communities, so much Love around me and all throughout my family of Poets. 

so, here’s a few images of people & scenes that bring me joy.

I have ONE resolution…to be better about responding & reaching out. I owe so many of you literal MONTHS of messages. I want to demonstrate, to put to action all the care in my head & heart when I THINK of messaging You, you, and/or YOU every single day. Open to suggestions & accountability.

Hope everyone has whatever kind of new year they most need. 🥂 to class consciousness & more community in 2025.

- - -

only tagging @farmer_patcle as @farmer_patcle is _prepcore person of the year.

this year we’re posting pals, run now if you need to preserve your precious feed. I’ll write 💫

force fed “free” ..full, fried, & fickle, finally. finding family first.

- - -

howdy folks & friends

hardposting on the personal feels as dramatic as starting a new journal these days, so I’ll keep the same energy

been cliché to insist as much for years now, but 2024 felt impossibly long. the omnipresent pain of genocide. the continued, exhausting rightward sliding of the empire. the late stage despair everywhere I find community.

I’ve barely even begun processing last January’s heartbreak. I put all my emotional eggs into a moving basket before being denied Home. The venues I cared for most prematurely sent me out into the wilderness.

But the GOODNESS. The terrifying & accessible Truth. The immense, overwhelming Beauty. Nine out of every ten projects I undertook this year failed and I’ve never learned more. I have community within communities, so much Love around me and all throughout my family of Poets. 

so, here’s a few images of people & scenes that bring me joy.

I have ONE resolution…to be better about responding & reaching out. I owe so many of you literal MONTHS of messages. I want to demonstrate, to put to action all the care in my head & heart when I THINK of messaging You, you, and/or YOU every single day. Open to suggestions & accountability.

Hope everyone has whatever kind of new year they most need. 🥂 to class consciousness & more community in 2025.

- - -

only tagging @farmer_patcle as @farmer_patcle is _prepcore person of the year.

this year we’re posting pals, run now if you need to preserve your precious feed. I’ll write 💫

force fed “free” ..full, fried, & fickle, finally. finding family first.

- - -

howdy folks & friends

hardposting on the personal feels as dramatic as starting a new journal these days, so I’ll keep the same energy

been cliché to insist as much for years now, but 2024 felt impossibly long. the omnipresent pain of genocide. the continued, exhausting rightward sliding of the empire. the late stage despair everywhere I find community.

I’ve barely even begun processing last January’s heartbreak. I put all my emotional eggs into a moving basket before being denied Home. The venues I cared for most prematurely sent me out into the wilderness.

But the GOODNESS. The terrifying & accessible Truth. The immense, overwhelming Beauty. Nine out of every ten projects I undertook this year failed and I’ve never learned more. I have community within communities, so much Love around me and all throughout my family of Poets. 

so, here’s a few images of people & scenes that bring me joy.

I have ONE resolution…to be better about responding & reaching out. I owe so many of you literal MONTHS of messages. I want to demonstrate, to put to action all the care in my head & heart when I THINK of messaging You, you, and/or YOU every single day. Open to suggestions & accountability.

Hope everyone has whatever kind of new year they most need. 🥂 to class consciousness & more community in 2025.

- - -

only tagging @farmer_patcle as @farmer_patcle is _prepcore person of the year.

this year we’re posting pals, run now if you need to preserve your precious feed. I’ll write 💫

force fed “free” ..full, fried, & fickle, finally. finding family first.

- - -

howdy folks & friends

hardposting on the personal feels as dramatic as starting a new journal these days, so I’ll keep the same energy

been cliché to insist as much for years now, but 2024 felt impossibly long. the omnipresent pain of genocide. the continued, exhausting rightward sliding of the empire. the late stage despair everywhere I find community.

I’ve barely even begun processing last January’s heartbreak. I put all my emotional eggs into a moving basket before being denied Home. The venues I cared for most prematurely sent me out into the wilderness.

But the GOODNESS. The terrifying & accessible Truth. The immense, overwhelming Beauty. Nine out of every ten projects I undertook this year failed and I’ve never learned more. I have community within communities, so much Love around me and all throughout my family of Poets. 

so, here’s a few images of people & scenes that bring me joy.

I have ONE resolution…to be better about responding & reaching out. I owe so many of you literal MONTHS of messages. I want to demonstrate, to put to action all the care in my head & heart when I THINK of messaging You, you, and/or YOU every single day. Open to suggestions & accountability.

Hope everyone has whatever kind of new year they most need. 🥂 to class consciousness & more community in 2025.

- - -

only tagging @farmer_patcle as @farmer_patcle is _prepcore person of the year.

this year we’re posting pals, run now if you need to preserve your precious feed. I’ll write 💫

force fed “free” ..full, fried, & fickle, finally. finding family first.

- - -

howdy folks & friends

hardposting on the personal feels as dramatic as starting a new journal these days, so I’ll keep the same energy

been cliché to insist as much for years now, but 2024 felt impossibly long. the omnipresent pain of genocide. the continued, exhausting rightward sliding of the empire. the late stage despair everywhere I find community.

I’ve barely even begun processing last January’s heartbreak. I put all my emotional eggs into a moving basket before being denied Home. The venues I cared for most prematurely sent me out into the wilderness.

But the GOODNESS. The terrifying & accessible Truth. The immense, overwhelming Beauty. Nine out of every ten projects I undertook this year failed and I’ve never learned more. I have community within communities, so much Love around me and all throughout my family of Poets. 

so, here’s a few images of people & scenes that bring me joy.

I have ONE resolution…to be better about responding & reaching out. I owe so many of you literal MONTHS of messages. I want to demonstrate, to put to action all the care in my head & heart when I THINK of messaging You, you, and/or YOU every single day. Open to suggestions & accountability.

Hope everyone has whatever kind of new year they most need. 🥂 to class consciousness & more community in 2025.

- - -

only tagging @farmer_patcle as @farmer_patcle is _prepcore person of the year.

this year we’re posting pals, run now if you need to preserve your precious feed. I’ll write 💫

force fed “free” ..full, fried, & fickle, finally. finding family first.

- - -

howdy folks & friends

hardposting on the personal feels as dramatic as starting a new journal these days, so I’ll keep the same energy

been cliché to insist as much for years now, but 2024 felt impossibly long. the omnipresent pain of genocide. the continued, exhausting rightward sliding of the empire. the late stage despair everywhere I find community.

I’ve barely even begun processing last January’s heartbreak. I put all my emotional eggs into a moving basket before being denied Home. The venues I cared for most prematurely sent me out into the wilderness.

But the GOODNESS. The terrifying & accessible Truth. The immense, overwhelming Beauty. Nine out of every ten projects I undertook this year failed and I’ve never learned more. I have community within communities, so much Love around me and all throughout my family of Poets. 

so, here’s a few images of people & scenes that bring me joy.

I have ONE resolution…to be better about responding & reaching out. I owe so many of you literal MONTHS of messages. I want to demonstrate, to put to action all the care in my head & heart when I THINK of messaging You, you, and/or YOU every single day. Open to suggestions & accountability.

Hope everyone has whatever kind of new year they most need. 🥂 to class consciousness & more community in 2025.

- - -

only tagging @farmer_patcle as @farmer_patcle is _prepcore person of the year.

this year we’re posting pals, run now if you need to preserve your precious feed. I’ll write 💫

force fed “free” ..full, fried, & fickle, finally. finding family first.

- - -

howdy folks & friends

hardposting on the personal feels as dramatic as starting a new journal these days, so I’ll keep the same energy

been cliché to insist as much for years now, but 2024 felt impossibly long. the omnipresent pain of genocide. the continued, exhausting rightward sliding of the empire. the late stage despair everywhere I find community.

I’ve barely even begun processing last January’s heartbreak. I put all my emotional eggs into a moving basket before being denied Home. The venues I cared for most prematurely sent me out into the wilderness.

But the GOODNESS. The terrifying & accessible Truth. The immense, overwhelming Beauty. Nine out of every ten projects I undertook this year failed and I’ve never learned more. I have community within communities, so much Love around me and all throughout my family of Poets. 

so, here’s a few images of people & scenes that bring me joy.

I have ONE resolution…to be better about responding & reaching out. I owe so many of you literal MONTHS of messages. I want to demonstrate, to put to action all the care in my head & heart when I THINK of messaging You, you, and/or YOU every single day. Open to suggestions & accountability.

Hope everyone has whatever kind of new year they most need. 🥂 to class consciousness & more community in 2025.

- - -

only tagging @farmer_patcle as @farmer_patcle is _prepcore person of the year.

this year we’re posting pals, run now if you need to preserve your precious feed. I’ll write 💫

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need someone to repair and teach me how to use my brakes

howdy

jokes & junk

need someone to repair and teach me how to use my brakes

howdy

heads in a haze | five more days baybuhdaybz

heads in a haze | five more days baybuhdaybz

heads in a haze | five more days baybuhdaybz

jaws turned jelly & throats made raw, eternally grateful for the all the bands we saw. #riotfest

paranoia paradise

paranoia paradise

paranoia paradise

paranoia paradise

paranoia paradise

paranoia paradise

paranoia paradise

paranoia paradise

I recommend you triple your dose of bona fide badass Sweet Peas today, Instagram.

I love you little duck. Thank you for sharing another year of life with me. ❤️ I look forward to our eternity.

I recommend you triple your dose of bona fide badass Sweet Peas today, Instagram.

I love you little duck. Thank you for sharing another year of life with me. ❤️ I look forward to our eternity.

I recommend you triple your dose of bona fide badass Sweet Peas today, Instagram.

I love you little duck. Thank you for sharing another year of life with me. ❤️ I look forward to our eternity.

today. a small window has been built. any vaguely curious parties may view me and several other incredibly talented, passionate humans through our art.

with humility & infinite gratitude, I pour out my love for the family of friends who’ve compelled me to pursue this adventure.

read my first piece, “A Year in Motionless Silence”, and listen to a curated vibe playlist now on @musiplugg .

today. a small window has been built. any vaguely curious parties may view me and several other incredibly talented, passionate humans through our art.

with humility & infinite gratitude, I pour out my love for the family of friends who’ve compelled me to pursue this adventure.

read my first piece, “A Year in Motionless Silence”, and listen to a curated vibe playlist now on @musiplugg .

today. a small window has been built. any vaguely curious parties may view me and several other incredibly talented, passionate humans through our art.

with humility & infinite gratitude, I pour out my love for the family of friends who’ve compelled me to pursue this adventure.

read my first piece, “A Year in Motionless Silence”, and listen to a curated vibe playlist now on @musiplugg .

the sunsets in the east.

the sunsets in the east.

the sunsets in the east.

the sunsets in the east.

the sunsets in the east.

the sunsets in the east.

the sunsets in the east.

the sunsets in the east.

the sunsets in the east.

the sunsets in the east.

a me and Magister Elliot

#futurebalance #presentcontentment

illumination is tripping, a cheat code for enlightenment. use sparingly, if you must at all, and sanctify the practice when you do.

illumination is tripping, a cheat code for enlightenment. use sparingly, if you must at all, and sanctify the practice when you do.

illumination is tripping, a cheat code for enlightenment. use sparingly, if you must at all, and sanctify the practice when you do.

illumination is tripping, a cheat code for enlightenment. use sparingly, if you must at all, and sanctify the practice when you do.

illumination is tripping, a cheat code for enlightenment. use sparingly, if you must at all, and sanctify the practice when you do.

illumination is tripping, a cheat code for enlightenment. use sparingly, if you must at all, and sanctify the practice when you do.

illumination is tripping, a cheat code for enlightenment. use sparingly, if you must at all, and sanctify the practice when you do.

illumination is tripping, a cheat code for enlightenment. use sparingly, if you must at all, and sanctify the practice when you do.

illumination is tripping, a cheat code for enlightenment. use sparingly, if you must at all, and sanctify the practice when you do.

illumination is tripping, a cheat code for enlightenment. use sparingly, if you must at all, and sanctify the practice when you do.

aging

aging

aging