DECEMBER 2025

DAY 1
I don't want to be swept off my feet I want to be nailed to the ground I'm tired of moving and I'm tired of pacing around like a hound praying on the thoughts of my mind that can be so unkind so I'll drink from this wellspring of fire to my health and conspire to watch the horizon drink from the sea you know that Beck is more ghetto than Beyonce?

DAY 2
Mornings gonna last all day today I opened up my eyes today and fell down today don't know how I'm gonna make it through the day there's nothing more I can say that hasn't already fallen on your deaf ears and I can't stop this avalanche of tears from slipping through my fingers oh I just wish I had something to hold on to I'm sorry it couldn't be you

DAY 3
Dreams are portents of change letting us know that our lives are being rearranged and cats are portals to the spirit world and other dimensions I woke up this morning catching and releasing all my thoughts of self-destruction and manic self deduction just to catch a glimpse of sunshine on the waves