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we ballin this week guys
earth 2 you . . .
thanks for being here with me. my world is better because of you. how lucky are we to spend another week in this universe
here’s a poem:
"soil" by Irene P Mathieu the way you say soil sounds like soul, as in after we walked through the woods my feet were covered in soul when it rains the soul turns to mud the soul is made of decomposed plant and animal matter; edaphology is the study of the soul's influence on living things while pedology is the study of how soul is formed, its particular granularity. you are rooted in a certain red patch of soul that bled you and your hundred cousins to life, a slow warm river you call home. maybe there is soul under everything, even when we strike rock first. the way you say soil you make a poem out of every speck of dirt.
here’s a thought:
Being in love has reminded me of all the silly things about the world I forgot I loved. And also… things I have never loved before. About the world and myself. One of them is solitude. Being apart from Keeler for the weekend gave me the opportunity to be alone with my thoughts, in my perfect little apartment, and bask in the love and appreciation that he shows me. Love is like a light that never goes out. He makes me feel like my own company is some of the best in the world. He hangs up all the beautiful art in the gallery of my mind. Straightens the crooked frames and cleans up my bad thoughts without ever really having to do or say anything.
Good love feels like never being tired. Like swimming in a dream on a smooth, waveless sea. There is no more ache. The body can hardly remember any pain at all.
new releases this week
Freddie Gibbs - $oul $old $eparately
Kid Cudi - Entergalactic
Weezer - SZNZ: Fall EP
Billy Idol - The Cage EP
Brandi Carlisle - In the Canyon Haze
Nikki Lane - Denim & Diamonds
Magdalena Bay - Mercurial World Deluxe
Bjork - Fossora
Klara and the Sun - a novel by Kazuo Ishiguro
“Finding a New Way to Hear Lou Reed” - Justin Curto for Vulture
“Los Angeles Notebook” - an essay by Joan Didion
thanks again for being here. you mean the world to me. I want us to all figure everything out together. a rising tide, etc etc. you, me, all our lil boats.
look out for a work-in-progress wednesday with some of my own writing - (it’s called holding urself accountable babes look it up)
and maybe a friday wrap-up.
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