If people bought clothes like they tried to buy years, each dollar for each year, one purchase of one hundred dollars would be the equivalent of a well lived life. If each dollar was worth ten seconds of happiness the world would be paying each other with kindness instead of materialism and selfish interests. If … More Mankind is Blue
This is for me. Not for you – To be clear. I was nothing more than a number to you. As if my mouth was the barcode on a package of meat for you to scan in to your life and toss me out when I passed the expiration date you set. There were so … More A Barcode for Beau
My entire life I’ve been called an eight. That’s like hearing “Congratulations, you’ve crossed the finish line, but you’re just a little too late.” As if this insipid number could tell the intricacies of what I’ve done with my life. “Yeah she’s great, but I’ve seen better.” Fuck that. I am a ten out of … More Number 8
She and her were I. But she was not her and I was not she. And the paradox was in itself a circular argument that we were not all cut from the same cloth of the female species. These treaties, that we build for you and I are crumbling because we’ve been trying to use … More The Paradox Sin of the Femine
The Curious Nomad 