At a certain point the prison has got to wonder how much black mold is too much

light reflects bright on the surface
an infinite abyss just beneath
fathomless dark and cold
even the sea believes it's bright
sometimes

our clothes
cloying against our skin as we
hand the book back and forth
feeding each other rain soaked poetry
inky circlets, globules, dripping
through our fingers

(2/2) Would you decide you'll never be happy,
or would you realize NOTHING can MAKE you happy. That you can be happy with nothing. Anywhere. With anyone. Doing anything. Happiness is inside. Happiness is not sold. Happiness can not be given. Happiness can not be taken away.

(1/2) What if you stopped watching TV for a week
and discovered TV didn't make you happy? What if you stopped drinking
and discovered drinking didn't make you happy, either? What if you got everything you ever wanted
and discovered you still weren't happy?

Fuck that noise. I don't accept defeat. Take something away, make my mission harder, I'll shift my fucking mission with the new paradigm. I will not be stopped. I am peerless.

Your glass might be half full, but for years I've just been saying "I think there's a drop left". Maybe there's a point when you just wipe out the glass.

Ross Correctional Institution's crackdown on lawful printed material is complete, I just received noticed that my Wall Street Journal is contraband and I'll no longer be allowed to receive it.

How can you be so evil to threaten an entire civilization? That's genocide, if you care. It's also why we apparently didn't like Hitler. I don't even pray, and I'm praying for the Iranian people and for the hegemonic MAGA nationalist movement to crumble.

I pledge allegiance, to the profits, of the corporations and puppets of America. And to the stakeholders, who all demand, one monopoly, under cis white male God, divisible unevenly among the empowered, for injustice and slavery for all.

Warcrime: a serious violation of the laws of armed conflict (unless you're the United States)

So, are we going to call ourselves an empire at some point? Or...

I would have just about the best artist life I could ask for if they had conjugal visits

You're not an option,
you're a choice.
-DD

I find wild clarity from the simple act of not eating for three days.

for B
he told me
my eyes are awesome
standing
arms akimbo
whispering his wind into my leaves
it's what he tells all the trees
i flirt with the lumberjacks
you have
awesome lines
i tell some.

MAGA MAGA
you're the worst
you make rich whites
come in first
MAGA MAGA
go away
bring back the migrants
empower gays

Wakashudō
your hands are warm.
worn, tucked beneath the sheets
between our thighs
my eyes take this in
in the dark
your breath falters
you're dreaming now
but you won't remember
never
old buckets
can't keep
the moon

MAGA MAGA
you're the worst
you make rich whites
come in first
MAGA MAGA
go away
bring back the migrants
empower gays

for B
he told me
my eyes are awesome
standing
arms akimbo
whispering his wind into my leaves
it's what he tells all the trees
i flirt with the lumberjacks
you have
awesome lines
i tell some.

I find wild clarity from the simple act of not eating for three days.

You're not an option,
you're a choice.
-DD

One of my favorite people gave me this quote:
You SHOULD give a fuck.
You really should. But
only about the things that
set your soul on fire.
Save your fucks
for magical shit.

(6/6) And now, eating cheesecake and feeling my legs lockup I think back to the months of work, the hours of running, the diet, the sacrifices, the support from all my loved ones. I most of all thank my coach, my Dad, who's running tomorrow.

(5/6) Three miles in, they called outside rec and we went out together. He paces and we pushed hard for the better part of an hour. After once last good push we had made a brilliant 10 miles. 35 miles for the day.

(4/6) Climbing onto the treadmill I started off at my trot, stopping and starting as my battered legs failed to activate under inadequate fuel. Just when I thought hope is lost Viking came in and gave me the motivation and distraction to keep going.

(3/6) I fought him and tried to run but couldn't. When he was done my legs felt great, but my energy was still an issue. I took about ten minutes to lace my shoes and get prepared to run. Slowly I made my way to the workout room. I took a knee and said my benediction once more.

(2/6) After all, 25 miles in I'd ran further than I'd ever ran before. And I had to go FARTHER? My Qi Gong and Kungfu partner, we'll call him Viking, got off work while I was recovering and helped me roll out my muscles. He locked his leg around mine so I couldn't escape and dug deep into my quads.

(1/6) 8:54
After the second stage my legs didn't want to recover. Worse, my energy was wildly depleted and I couldn't eat any food to replenish what I'd lost. For most of the second rest I tried to drink water and wrap my mind around running.