having an art career in the margins of my life leftover from a fairly demanding 9-5, community commitments, and trying to be jacked. 🫣

lunar calendar? buddy, we're on earth

i wish i was writing poems but i’m mostly just making myself dinner, consuming a worrying amount of media.

i used to go a full work day without eating and now i need a protein breakfast, fun snacks, three beverages, and lunch to survive. i can’t expect to be smart and organized while hungry once so ever.

it’s hard not to get into an ultimate doom cycle thinking about american invasion and how our treaties will cease to exist. i’m feeling very 🥴 these days.

remember stuff like this when they tell you that diversity means a lowering of standards