critical animal studies | melody | art
I’ve been fighting with my algorithmDeclining sponsors in my headNot sure if I should get up or just go back to bed I’m Overbooked yet UnderwhelmedThat existential dread is all the rageI might be 882But (I swear) I’ve got no age I was born into the 90s But they don’t quite seem to fit Vague…
What does it look like to speak honestly To nobody But still choose To post it? I could write notes, I could paint on my walls (with proper approval from someone who thinks they “own” “the” land, of course), I could open the journals I’m afraid mark time or ruin the perfect way to start…
when we say ‘child, i love you’
we nuzzle necks so softly
that the graze of our own cheeks
may well have a fluff or a fur
numbers I’ve never touched
hard to land in a space too defined
To wait for evidence to change has come at too great of a cost for some of us.
so therefore, I am concerned by an ever crusading pursuit of universal knowledge,
instant seafoam what are you for?
i’ve been thinking about throwing caution to the windsaying here, catchi saw your face in a photographi wanted it to be perfect but i’ve started to thinkthat if i wait for what would be ideali may not sing loud for 40 yearsthe time might never comeand wouldn’t it be a shameif all the suffering that…