February 6 2025

And it was so that the less she preserved herself, the more beautiful she became. If self expression is our physical deterioration, she did not exist. Self expression is not in materialities. It seeps like drool from the inside of us, making its way to our exterior. Like blood seeping to the forefront of fabric, the process permanently transforms the context. In the eye bags and crooked fingers lies the truest story. What makes us sacrifice our physical well-being to exist. Whether within a strong back or knobby knees, missing limbs, and yellow, crooked teeth. The rolls of fate around our waist reside with an accumulation of our deeds. The physical expressions of survival tell what you do with your life. The body is direct and you cannot hide what you are. Who you are is what you do and it never started with you.

And, it was so that her ring finger was the most delicate and finely of all her fingers. In years of cigarettes and straight drinks her skin remained tight. Hedonistically multiple cups of coffee were not her destiny. White straight teeth. She exploited this disturbed harmony. Oh, what a girl could be had she beauty so easily. 




(referencing heartwork)
Self expression is not in the tattoos the clothes the hair 
it is the eye bags
the crooked fingers
strong backs
knobby knees
missing limbs 
yellow and crooked teeth 
the rolls of fate around the waist 
it is the phyical expressions of survial that tell what you do with your life 
the body is direct 
you cannot hide who you are 
who you are is what you do 
and it never started with you