Well Rounded

[alcoholbelly]

[alcoholbelly]

I imagine golden hour. You have accomplished the things that were causing you a cataract of will. There are no results showing, but you have this funny feeling about faith,

The key is to keep a funny feeling about faith,

Now I look at things for what they really are, thousands and thousands of patterns begging me to copy them. When I am straight, hard, manufactured wood, I look for the lichens on me, whatever phantom green I can remember. I think of the word pourous, I think of the word rigid. Everything around me gathers and smooths. I think of overwhelm and loss, something to collect, something that reflects off of. I was thinking about when options reveal themselves in the kind of way where you are home to God,

My mom randomly texted me “Elizabeth means house of God” and I think I’d like to be the keeper of good, clear options, of patterns, of a praised morning suns invitations, an Elizabeth of sorts. I have a funny feeling about this house.

[alcoholbelly]

If you ask me what I want in life my answer is: I want to want

I want to want to participate

[alcoholbelly]

I have this weird feeling everything’s cool

[lamignonette]

[alcoholbelly]

Ofcourse I had a plantasia phase

[alcoholbelly]

I can't quit coffee and it hurts! Because I know how hard and simple it is to change.

The urgency I possess in the morning is most addicting. I let it go, decide it's not worth the rising shame. I simply turn off those lights, there is the morning sun to match my consistency. It is human nature to want to do the same thing again and again and then never again. Cat is on the top tier of her perch and I have a fun day to do anything. It just feels nice to rest my mind in this open notebook, beige pages. How painfully luxurious. I write with very sloppy black penmanship, there is a jazzy tune settling into the spine like being sprayaed with scent. Sound has been waiting for me to sit back and listen. The leaves are cheering for me and this neck flare is just my reminder it was never meant to be comfortable; moving in and out of yourself. Awareness in the center of your forehead mixed with many hours spent in the black hole of it all. I think of how many times I've written a sentence with "the ____ of it all." Oh, the pain of it all, the glory. The swollen face of reality. The leaves are cheering me on.

[tadara3]

living in peace 55x41.5cm 2026

[alcoholbelly]

I let the light in on the third day 

Thought to myself,

It’s fine, you may touch the leaves and me 

It just hurts, God

Why this Earthly light will no longer touch

My dog 

_

I close my eyes and remember the way his fur would bake and I would pet with water, calm his world with the sound of my river 

And we faced every mountain together

The shadow at my feet

_

So I see, sun streaming down on me 

These animals, they know and

My dog, Nikko 

He has become the light 

[alcoholbelly]

Woke up from a dream so vivid there was a song playing. It went “don’t break the rules, don’t break the rules” - a chorus. In the dream they said

If we knew the truth we wouldn’t be on our reels. If we were awake we would take no part in all that.

Don’t break the rules was mocking the matrix, the simulation

[alcoholbelly]

Guessing the Kardashians path to happiness or enlightenment:

Kris is on a steady dose of pills monitored by a doctor for the rest of her life until she dies.

Kourtney is on heroin, she needs to get to redemption through a very narrow gap. But since she’s hurdling towards death so fast, she’ll be forced to wake up quicker than the others.

Khloe is a slow burn alcohol. She will keep a mid grade buzz for the next ten years until one day she meets death in a dream and decides it is the time to be happy.

Kim is on psychedelics.

[alcoholbelly]

As my foot itches and heals, my heart pounds

Everything feels right

Despite my trembling 

I know there are infinite variations and that I’d miss this one reality 

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Getting stung by a sting ray was the highlight of my trip 

So if I was chosen by you 

By the slick discreet things keeping their hearts hugging the round Earth 

By the furry thing that stares

I could be wrong, but it all feels worth writing about 

.

I am surrounded by all my notes to self 

All these little possibilities trembling about 

If I went head first into this ocean, heart hugging the round Earth 

Could it sting? Could it be worth writing about?

[smokethereisfire]

Richard Calver (1946-) - Dandelions Rejoicing

[thunderstruck9]

Richard Calver (Canadian, 1946-2021), Dandelions Rejoicing, 2000. Colour linocut on paper, 18 ¼ x 13 ¼ in. Edition of 50

[alcoholbelly]

Random Branch:

Enthralled at this tree reaching out at me because

What else exists right outside your window

With hands like “come here”

Or an offering symbol

Little buds

Little buds and You,

On display,

At your most vulnerable

At your most resolute

“I deepened myself in myself and found that I want bloody life”

A twig is a pointer finger, raising its pulsing vein in the air

Signaling

“Yes I have a question” (rhetorical)

“One moment please”

“me” (say i)

I have new life buried in me

[alcoholbelly]

There is absolutely nothing funnier in this world than watching a miniature horse show off their full speed trot with rap music in the background

[mpdrolet]

[maudit]