bougez les hanches

An exploration of gardens, plants, ecology, travel, messing with the space/time continuum, not getting hoboed, friends, food, and everything in-between.

by nicole and mae

OKAY.

Measured. Weighed. Found wanting.

On that note… I never want to get to the point where overt racism doesn’t bowl me over. I’ve, in the past, found it easy to roll my eyes and move on because there are society-wide ills to cure, paradigms to shift, and institutions to change; but really, it’s disgusting each and every time. 

Kendrick Lamar

—Rigamortus

(He dead) yessir
(Amen) chuuch
(He dead) I killed him
(Amen) bitch

MGMT

—The Youth


This is a call of arms, to live and love and sleep together.
We could flood the streets with love or light or heat whatever.
Lock the parents out, cut a rug, twist and shout
wave your hands
make it rain
the stars will rise again.

The youth is starting to change.
Are you starting to change?
Are you together?

In a couple of years,
tides have turned from booze to tears
and in spite of the weather
we could learn to make it together.

The youth is starting to change.
Are you starting to change?
Are you together?

DYING IS FINE)BUT DEATH (E.E. Cummings)

?o
baby
i

wouldn’t like

Death if Death
were
good:for

when(instead of stopping to think)you

begin to feel of it,dying
’s miraculous
why?be

cause dying is

perfectly natural;perfectly
putting
it mildly lively(but

Death

is strictly
scientific
& artificial &

evil & legal)

we thank thee
god
almighty for dying
(forgive us,o life!the sin of Death