KILLING THE FLOWERS WILL NOT DELAY SPRING

It’s all too much and not enough at the same time

THERE IS A WHOLE UNIVERSE INSIDE OF ME TO SHARE

My day on Adderall—

12:18 pm 30mg popped
12:20 pm got out of bed and into shower
12:40 pm bed made, fully clothed, and out the door
1:30 pm leaving Buffalo Exchange on 7th Street n Osborn, two shirts acquired
1:41 pm leaving Goodwill on 16th Street n Indian school, ain’t shit there. On the hunt for a lamp
1:53 pm leaving Lux (my place of work (gay)) medium-hot mocha, cinnamon roll, and croissant in hand
2:22 pm leaving Goodwill on 7th Avenue n Indian school, ain’t shit but a signed photo of 98 Degrees
2:58 pm leaving Goodwill on 3rd Avenue n Van Buren, nice linen shirt acquired
3:26 pm just got to Camelback Antiques (on Indian School btw) and they’re playing Lana Del Rey
3:55 pm leaving Camelback Antiques, ain’t shit
4:18 pm leaving White Dove on 26th Street n Indian School, ain’t shit
4:58 pm leaving Book Gallery, found 3 books with one being more expensive than I anticipated but we persist through the adversity
5:44 pm just got home, traffic was fucked, laptop open at the kitchen table vibe
5:47 pm writing, writing, writing
6:55 pm picked up my lover and headed to Valentine for a spontaneous dinner
7:09 pm Valentine looked packed so we called an audible to another restaurant
7:24 pm sat down for dinner at Tesota with my lover, Camelback and Central
11:36 pm tucked in for bed, work at 8 am

TRAGEDY, ECSTASY, DOOM, AND SO ON

Come spring I shall be reborn. May the sunshine wash over me and bring me back to life.

THE MOUTH IS A CASTLE FOR DEFENDING AN IDEA

It’s hard to find Phoenix. Many live and visit but few truly uncover its truth. It’s hard to deny that a city founded on Valentine’s Day isn’t one of the most romantic in the world. Whether you agree or not, I couldn’t care less. Drive south down Central, starting at Camelback around sunset, and then get back to me but if your eyes are closed, open your ears. And if your ears are closed, open your heart. Cicadas and coyotes sing songs of longing. The sun shines with unabashed ferocity, and the rain crashes with forgiveness. See the city for what it is, and it will show you its truth. The city will absolve you, and it will remain long after you’re gone.

WHEN I LOOK IN YOUR EYES

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