fall into a concept:
drag kid
for the gender you’ve always wanted to be
but couldn’t — the exaggerated child actor
[here it’s safe from sexualization, at least not
without it being weird]
[maybe]
[hopefully]
could i make the mix i want?
could i use my little kid voice acting skills
for this
silly
silly
ridiculous
possibly exactly what i need
concept?
Month: November 2025
November 9, 2025
the everyday tasks
of being alive
[why is feeding one’s body so much more important
in our society
than feeding one’s soul?]
impart my own passions to me
and i’ll show you how cheap food can taste
when it is only for the nourishment
of keeping oneself alive
[i, along with every human deep down, wish more to
Thrive]
November 8, 2025
writing while
breakfast is on its way
writing while
thinking about the coffee i’m unable to drink
writing while
my phone is struggling to charge
writing while
picking dog fur off of my clothes
writing while
haunted by all the laundry i need to do
today
writing while
only able to picture
the fantasy of potential nap(s) i could have later on
writing while
so many other things are
swiftly swerving in and out of my brain
and i can’t seem to concentrate
on the writing part of
writing
while
November 7, 2025
nineteen days total
eighteen in the room
[seventeen for me]
[thank goodness]
[thank goodness]
November 6, 2025
how
come
how come
how come i don’t reach out
until the last minute?
[i mean, i know why — it’s because i’m so scared of putting forth the full effort
just to be ignored or forgotten, as i have in the past, but this way if i can’t be seen
it’s all circumstantial and that doesn’t mean people love me any less…]
[sometimes i wish i knew less about myself]
November 5, 2025
something about this experience
has taught me how much i [one person] can do
in one day
[but also how much time is actually devoted to arriving places on time
while everyone else is also trying to arrive in a similar place on time]
November 4, 2025
ghost cat?
in and out of the office
in front of kip
and as kip blinks, she’s gone
and they ask “where’s the cat?”
to which i answer
“in here, as she’s been for the last [at least] ten minutes,
lying on top of my shoes
on top of my suitcase
purring
and half napping
and fully enjoying her time”
ghost cat
definitely
[but which cat are we
feeding?]
November 3, 2025
the apprehension
the tension
the aches and pains of
just sitting
sitting
sitting
forever
[what other horrors does a 9-5 bring?]
November 2, 2025
getting up
getting ready
taking the puppy on a walk
sitting down to write
or eat
or prepare for the day
then going about the day
which could be any number of things:
circus
or
a script reading
or
teaching aerial to children
or
grand jury these days
[but only for four more days]
or
[and these are the days i miss]
just chilling at home
kissing the puppy
cuddling with the cat
taking a nap
doing some household chores
taking whatever time i want to take
and
maybe
writing a little more
[when will i get time
to be creative
throughout my days
again?]
November 1, 2025
they say to be a good actor
you have to live some life first
is the same true about writers?
they say “write what you know”
and if you know shelter and
safety and never worrying
and never feeling anything
won’t your writing be…
kinda beige?
but as a writer,
as an actor,
as a poet,
we feel things with the intensity of a human being
thrust into the sun a thousand times over;
we take our [possibly mundane] lives
and crank our imagination up to eleven;
we seek experiences to suck life from
and try to make art from the remnants…
is simply living life too much for an artist,
or is it exactly what the artist needs?
[or am i over-thinking everything]
[and isn’t that what creatives do, too?]
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