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Red Brick Path

The white walls and the flourescent bulbs and the mirror are all very bright. A muffled “hmeh” suffices as a response. On second glance, vanilla, the walls become soft, red lips, subtle curve. Hot water music, like a Bukowski.

Tiger pose. 3 pills. The iPod is running on three-quarters of full battery. “Favorite song.” And heels of oxford shoes tapping incrementally. Dreamy suns elongate from the opening of the door at the bottom of the stairwell. The red bricks clap with the shoes.

It’s a long walk to class, but shortened each time she steps. Her clean hair looks very black against the white overcast sky. Lucky white gloves from last night are still in her purse, and she puts them on to warm up her cigarette fingers.

Socializing over all the nothingness is awkward. Coffee with half and half is amazing, and it becomes a beautiful sandy tan. She refuses to walk the extra 12 seconds faster which would cause her to spill her coffee on her white gloves, so lets her friend increase in pace by 0.012938 mph, lagging behind by 12 seconds. It makes a big difference and they have different friends now.

Pausing the air 50 minutes to listen to a lecture, she enters the academic building. Cold face and hands begging a natural pink blush. Neurons fire, life is moving so quickly.

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Things I Have Learned:

1. Good manners, where appropriate.

2. Be genuine, but have good manners.

3. Trust your fucking instincts about people.

4. The subconscious mind is massive, and very powerful. 5. Humans are very sensitive to the things that you say. 6. We are products of our past experiences and environments. 7. There is nothing wrong with being quiet for a long time. 8. Talking your head off may not be the most productive activity but it can be great fun. 9. Laying down with your head in the grass and your feet in the mud staring at the sky is one of the simplest pleasures in life. 10. True love is worth everything. 11. There is probably a Holy Spirit, but who really fucking knows. 12. Life is not meant to follow perfectly in the shadow of that figure you constantly chase, it is a wild ride, way off the map, and it’s up to you to make your own path, so that when you die, you are happy with how it all panned out.

13. Keep it simple. 14. Don’t be impressed by people who look like they know what they are talking about. 15. Don’t be afraid to be indecesive, it has led me to some better decisions. 16. Don’t degrade yourself for someone else (there are exceptions) 17. Role models are important, several of them would cross my mind upon waking up and sort of guided me along my way through school. Basically, they helped me get out of my warm bed very early in order to go to some grubby classroom and do something awesome in academics. 18. Doing work is not consoling. If you are upset, you must move past it in order to continue with your work efficiently, and that may take some time. 19. Buddhism and taoism are awesome. 20. Hallucinogenics make one very vulnerable to standing beliefs about the world. This may be of benefit or of detriment. 21. Saying hello to your neighbors may make your home a bit more comfortable. 22. You really can make a difference, however cliche that sounds. 23. Being a role-model is a huge achievement. 24. You must earn the love and respect of a cat. 25. Dogs, on the other hand, believe in free love like it was encoded in their DNA. 26. The most beautiful time of day is 5 am through sunrise and early morning. Mental clarity seems to take hold. 27. Lack of sleep makes you totally crazy. 28. Humans do not really need to eat a whole lot of food to thrive.

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If I died right now, I would die happy.

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Apex

The pair rustled the midnight. It was August. Leigh thought she saw the moon but the figure opened it’s eyes. Eyes dilated, focused and the red lips of young blood. The moon envisioned her naked and she blushed the shade of Revlon’s #423, English Rose Blossom. He cocked his head, we felt the effects on the east coast of Florida. You know how the flutter of a butterfly’s wings can affect the volatile gas phase water molecules, which spontaneously become liquid and can spontaneously be drunk, and thus can affect everything in the whole universe? It’s kind of like that only more finite and observable on a real-life scale.

Ebin tripped over the fall leaves and brought the girl down with him. They didn’t get up for 3 hours.

“The way that you suspect everyone, the way that you don’t trust me. Your words try reach inside me to find the security of my loyalty but your looks will never trust me. It is so hot.”

“Solitude is freedom, it allows me to explore. To reach the apex of curiosity.”

It was the crunching of the leaves that made them feel that angels could be present. They were never sure who really made the noises.

Laughter was laced in the branches and the leaves. The sky sprouted crystals of pure nicotine we call “stars”.

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The Witch of ‘Too Much’

Were you ever ‘too much’?

Witches usually are- we grow up being ‘too much’. You saw too much, you asked too much, you knew too much. You read too much in school and you talked too much in class. When you got home, you loved too many things; stray cats, birds with broken wings, and sickly houseplants at the back of the grocery store. You had too many ratty books 'rescued’ from the libraries burn pile, and your bedroom had too much junk; rocks, seashells, bits of paper, half-finished crafts….sound familiar?

You were probably punished for your too much. You learned to push it down, to cover it up and pretend to walk with your eyes forward and your brain empty like everyone else. You knew there was more, knew that someone or something out there could help you find more, but you were stuck with 'enough’.

But over the years, your 'too much’ began sprouting through the cracks, didn’t it? Like dandelions defying the toxic concrete above them, your true self breaks through into the sunlight again and again. And just like a dandelion, I promise that each time you’re free, you brighten everything around you. Sometimes you draw attention to a flaw in the system, even while showing how that flaw doesn’t have to be one at all. Other times, your’s are the actions that say, 'This is okay! This is exciting, look, I’m doing it!’

In my personal opinion, that’s what makes a 'natural witch’. That’s the origin of the crooked path. The dirt trail that deviates from the main road, and those who dare to walk it, are where we find real magic. There’s power in repetition, yes. In tradition, and following the steps of those before you. But there’s also power in seeking, in trying and searching and finding until you’re laying there absolutely exhausted, but satisfied at last with what you found.

Real witches are an endangered species. No one minds the armchair wizard, who collects secret tomes but has never done a single ritual. They’re tame. They’re safe. But the witches who walk with open eyes and pointing fingers, well, those are nuisances. They demand change, and work both mundanely and magically for it. They’re loud, they’re brash, they’re WEIRD…

…they’re 'too much’.

And thank all the Gods for them.