Wednesday, July 23, 2014

Flordacana july 2014

i wonder if these images just translate paradise to people. this light is paradise, and the filthy, but pure, yes pure, pee-warm Gulf.  but it is also remiss, outdated, nascent, impoverished and glutted to demise.

a long beach is a healthy beach, but in my body, no place traversable, the only place traversable for the physically disabled, Petra and Neil, come here and do Salamander!

sometimes i think of starting a beach access program here, but i'm still in hiding, still brooding on what can be done in the nonprofit industrial complex.

there was the water today and the light and the missing everyone, including people i have not or might not meet, yet. sending this orange-pink.

on Twitter

, where this blog lives now. because it can be read and posted to through that app, one-handed, on my back, by a body of water, or in the cool olive green light above my mattress. This is articulation my spine had not dreamed of before.

My blog lived on Tumblr for a minute

because it is so much easier to access from my phone. fallinginrealtime.tumblr This is the feed. No, I don't like it. I can't add another virtual box. I'll make due with Twitter.

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