#theions

[creamyjeans]

Aim, snap!

If these have nothing to do with one another to everyone else in the universe except me-fine. ok.

To me? I will forever and a day have a morsel of hope that they do because these two complex humans separated are top tier artists. Factor in all the layers they encompass, all the abilities to create art together, but the ability to inspire and reach other beings is limitless.

If these were images printed on clear slides, like a film negative, with the same perimeters and dimensions chosen, and noise cropped out of frame...i bet they would sync up.

[creamyjeans]

It's my Sunday to try and be a human and to also comment all the things I think about the content on tt.

It's going to change soon and I'm a patterns girl.

I told my fiance about a pattern last night and he rebuttled with a story about a woman in an insane asylum.

😂😂😂

[creamyjeans]

gender wars

What if blue for boys and pink for girls is such a big and resistant topic because the colors support the wavelength/frequency historically possessed by either gender?

If that's the case then what do colors on the parts of our bodies that absorb charges do?

[creamyjeans]

yesterday

I had a new client. In this age of the world and her early 20s age who had never heard of Noah Kahan. These things happen to me often and I used to think that they were organic. Now I think there is more to it. She wrote down his name in her phone and loved the name of "the last of the bugs"

Last night he teased a new song. He speaks of a place called Logan. On Sunday last we we went to Logan's. My brother and I worked there together. I unlocked some memories that visually were like holograms. The bend of my brothers wrists and how he drank out of a Togo cup were details I never realized I couldn't recall.

There is more than magic and more than grief behind this. I can be surrounded and still be brought to my knees by the way I feel support and seen and heard by music.

I connect with EVERYONE almost eeriely. Yet, they miss their part of that deal. It's both amazing and devastating that the foreign frequency is louder than the humans screaming in my ears.

[creamyjeans]

All the dogs have been black the last 5 years

Tomorrow at 3 am will be 5 years without my brother. Ironically I took a homie home tonight. On the way home I realized that 5 years ago I was traveling that same road, coming from the same distance with a brother still on this planet.

From the moment Mark Alan passed away, I knew it wouldn't be in vain. I knew his legacy would be that same innocent purity even if I didn't know how.

All of this started because music was the only thing I could trust to hold me, and I felt guilty as fuck for bringing my heavy heart to these artists. I wanted to equally pay them back somehow, but that's another story.

I tried to blame grief. I tried to claim insanity. I wanted it to be anything other than what it is. For the record when it comes to Mark Alans hair: I asked questions. I can remember the faces of all the people that shrugged and said some vague response. I didn't give up. I trusted my industry and that was my first mistake.

I'm dealing with the anger and the realization that battleship is more than a board game.

Inter fiber frictioning. Did you know teeth are made up of more keratin than calcium? Why are we taught differently?

[creamyjeans]

Do you think that people ever see gratitude? Like an aura?

Either I have seriously developed a brain injury or I'm very very mutated...or both.

TSC was tonight. Just like a movie. I didn't stay to talk to Nick. Only fair since I didn't stay to talk to Andrew. We don't have to use words to communicate at this point. Crazy pants I know. I also know that I have bared it all to those humans. So much so that I felt the need to try and balance it out. Their magic for mine; or combined? (Like magic magic, not sexual.) The merch: difficult choices. The white sweat shirt looked grey holographic but white. Just like JJs. And the white high tops? JJ too! The first was a mirror of the last song I think. Am I tripping? The claps were fucking on point. Something was there. Evan and I spoke. I told him to tell Nick I said hello. I DIDNT CRY! What?!?!?