A bird on her way home isn’t supposed to get out + Sadness only fixes memory

The Voice of the Name: A bird on her way home isn’t supposed to get out + Sadness only fixes memory

He loves me and my dream therapy. I don’t mind towards the end. He loves me and my dream therapy. Did you see me down there the whole time. … A bird’s eyes glowing through windows. A bird on her way home isn’t supposed to get out. Need a pepper. Bird flying home out of cage. I was stressed about the turn over here so I flopped. Slam dunk. He said it can go a little bit in the water. Bob Marley found it somewhere in the water somewhere. –rock/gemstone

Sadness only fixes memory. Jelly bottle stirring my cream

‘Crepusculo’ [Twilight] – oil on canvas, by Alfredo Arreguín, 2012

Evel Knievel. I called Dad girlfriend, because he was going to be smaller to the chest. Fresh teas. Okay I got to get the low-downs. … Me asking for people’s names because we’re going to go in my kitchen – let people in and cook – I would have a place for chair broke. [Some people are just sad] • Are you influenced by your brother? Start anew. Finger me—finger me, if you’re going to be a girl be a girl. → Brother, Brother, firewood, paint on belt, checkin. He loves me and my dream therapy. I don’t mind towards the end. He loves me and my dream therapy. Did you see me down there the whole time. … → A bird’s eyes glowing through windows. A bird on her way home isn’t supposed to get out. Need a pepper. Bird flying home out of cage. I was stressed about the turn over here so I flopped. Slam dunk. He said it can go a little bit in the water. Bob Marley found it somewhere in the water somewhere. –rock/gemstone. There’s no redemption Brandyn, there’s no fucking redemption

Instead of cheers we got chills. Dragon hanging upside down. Like a bat. That’s a real way of dealing with a willie nilly situation. –trash truck, I was throwing out trash – and splattered on me—shower time. Because you sent him prison pictures. I don’t think he opened ’em with you. Go off in a corner and cry [I don’t want to]. And it was a fucked up night, it was a super fucked up night • Aunt Sullivan, I had to figure it out—I need peace and dust. And adjust do pools talk they’re telling me to do a they’re telling me to do a distinct volume and double the talk. Boots or casuals. →socks. Me coming writing story I left for Anvil’s front page and it was disruptive. Living in boyfriend’s parent’s house → Sister and new man → me live with them → and telling people [Dad]. 45,000 – gross I feel so gross. → me counting hours of sleep on hand. Me telling Sister about housekeeping people → I’m not your girl. Mom wanting to solo concert with Tammi because who really ever wants to hang out with you

Lock box – it’s a collection. Lock box – it’s a collection – going over bridge – steering wheel locked. You’re a fanatic, like me. Never going to forget. Away for a few days then you seem pretty calm • Right here video tape. Care team in charge of daycare – him right here in charge of explosives—Exploding up. Walls. Jeans/belt • On interstate, careful and people flying saying I was smart because I intuitively knew what’s up. Sleeping bags by blanket folded over. And another blanket • Sadness only fixes memory. Jelly bottle stirring my cream

‘Night Flight’, oil on canvas by Alfredo Arreguín, 2006

A bird’s eyes glowing through windows. A bird on her way home isn’t supposed to get out. Need a pepper. Bird flying home out of cage. I was stressed about the turn over here so I flopped. Slam dunk. He said it can go a little bit in the water. Bob Marley found it somewhere in the water somewhere. –rock/gemstone

August 5th, 2025

Instead of cheers we got chills. Dragon hanging upside down. Like a bat. That’s a real way of dealing with a willie nilly situation. –trash truck, I was throwing out trash – and splattered on me—shower time. Because you sent him prison pictures. I don’t think he opened ’em with you

August 6th, 2025

Lock box – it’s a collection. Lock box – it’s a collection – going over bridge – steering wheel locked. You’re a fanatic, like me. Never going to forget. Away for a few days then you seem pretty calm

August 7th, 2025

‘Phoenix’, oil on canvas, by Alfredo Arreguín, 1982
A bird on her way home isn’t supposed to get out + Sadness only fixes memory