B is for Ouija (part) Two

this was yesterday (click).

the beginning of a new thought. something i've been toying and dismissing. a hearing in my mind "ouija the sky" - here's part two. every day will a new piece be added. pax.

Hands move slowly

Across the board the delusion continues

I see… I sense… clouds?

A ribbon in the sky for our love?

Hope deferred by useless action

I force upraised hands to move left to right to find an answer suitable to these fears.

A balm for the ears

I… Am… Here

Spectre

Spirit

Saviour.

Not the one true

The one forced to fulfill a role

My poor attempt at control…

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W.A.T. PRESENTS: Till The Tank Runs Dry

A few shots on the road. Stock video. Free library music. And a narration by Ayodhya Ouditt. Here's a short piece of something, "Till The Tank Runs Dry" [because with no budget comes great responsibility]. Take it in. Be Well. #wearetracy #wearetracyfilms

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B is for SideBar

i was going to talk about morality today. as in "whose morality do you subscribe to?" it was going to be deep if i say so myself. however, instead i will speak about requisitioning wombs . yes that's right... wombs . i was having a conversation with a girl who [i admit] i still go gaga over [cue the "paparazzi" audio clip]. we were talking about how stupid humanity had become and whether there was a point to saving them. "saving" in the sense of helping-them-expand-their-mental-space-just-a-smidgen-more kind of saving. she believed this exercise was futile and proclaimed that instead of trying to save this "dead-out" (my term not hers) generation, she was going to have kids. a means of passing on valuable information about culture and forward thinking and such. i laughed of course but she had a real point. i too have felt that this current landscape is all... dead-out, but never really saw procreation as a means of rebooting the system if...

B is for Stealing

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