YOU WILL NOT FIND THIS AT FAMILY DOLLAR

I found an ancient photograph of a collage I created in 2010.
I fucked with it.
Here is the result.

TOMAHAWK FOR BREAKFAST

SWAG BAG

MeSsaGeS from The Person on Your Mind ✨❣️💌❣️✨ ALL SIGNS ✨❣️💌❣️✨

(((send me the basslines of the future)))

BLACK FRIDAY DIARY

My husband is blasting his favorite kind of music from his room. Sounds like KISS. It's really lusty and emphatic. We're both Gen X but he was born in 1965 and I was born in 1973. There is a difference. He started laughing when I played this song for him. Not his jam. It is my latest favorite song. I'm so obsessed I looked up Cameron Winter's natal chart. Yes. He is in fact a Pisces with a Scorpio moon. I don't love that Geese will be playing Coachella next year with the usual suspects but such is the nature of the beast. There's a lot of shit to this world but sometimes you will find glints of gold. Cherish those. 

I've been going down the newsletter rabbit hole. Fuck it. All this noise gets in the way of actual writing. I don't have time to figure out a goddamn template and then invite people to subscribe. I'm not on Facebook or Instagram. Thus. I do not exist. I have eight subscribers at X. I pretty much live at YouTube. Someone, something...God, Jesus, Santa Muerte, Joan of Arc, Lester Bangs, my late Sagittarius grandfather...keeps suggesting that I write. I was writing again but now I've lost the spiral notebook. I have stacks of books and magazines and tarot cards and crystals and clothes and makeup and wigs and records. But where is the spiral notebook that will become my next nonlinear novel? I need a year or at least a month alone in a cabin. But here in this house there is a xmas tree and cornbread I made from scratch and dishes always laundry always and love comments and hate comments on my tarot videos and goddamn a bitch gets tired and just wants to disappear. 

I still don't know how to play guitar but I keep playing, anyway. I really loathe the smell of palo santo. Maybe I'll simmer some cinnamon on the stove. 

xmascore