feralgourdwish

tiny metal landscape is every mountain puckered and kissed is each valley laid down and licked learning how quickly silver warms against blood in being held w fingers cut🩸🩶

colliding all the way into you and every divinely delicious world of you, orifices burst n overflow to love you like a twin heart fountain, burning river in a cave, eternal flame destiny. my angel baby leti of deep kisses and fertile dreams and secret sexiest songs. yours forever 4ever xxxo

catch us kissing as K-i-S-S-i-N-G this saturday at 2:30pm @quartersgallery for the closing of Museum of ILYSM!! playing sounds from our cauldron of sticks n stones n puppydog bones :'3 <3 10906 Rochester Ave, Los Angeles 1st slide our 1st kiss @murmurs.la ~ vid by @wa_va_ 2nd slide flier by @feralgourdwish

~SUN IN MY BLOOD meet us at the love pond in ur moss thong for a moth song~ 7/11 tuesday night!!! getting sticky n juicy from 7pm-late ;*) raising funds/funs for our xxxodus back 2 la ::') <3 8pm readings @peggy.s.polly @pepperm1ntp1g @feralgourdwish @bk 9pm muziq @jazzygirl______ @tatiaumiel @leti___6 11pm sweating out the dancefloor @h0jia $10-25 sliding scale (no one turned away for lack of funds) sugar hill supper club ~ 217 nostrand ave xo kisses leti n forever

I once held the intention of being born into my next earth timeline as a lingzhi, the numinous fungus. To not be caught on a body, but to embody a porous bridge between realms, disintegrating qi through flesh and nonmatter cyclically, a direct vein of the dao. Zhi simultaneously means "to go, to come, to remain." But maybe I'd be a fungus the wrong "way" in my self-initiated decay. Can lingzhi make mistakes? In this incarnation I love to be lured by what I do not know, descending and falling into the pleasure of shadowplay, in humble servitude as the forest's most devoted tickler. Sometimes I miss my home planet, but I can still hear, here, the songs and promises we've made there, and so I stay, rotting my way into a different shape, freely to come, to go, to remain.

i kno the void is eazy but do u still believe in luv? n how much? meanings we choose to make are a map of turning towards the treasure, makes us susceptible to floating away towards the sky. the portals left open began to rot thru my organs, sediments n sychronicities have litlry been saying fck u, but gr8ful that the spirits play n tease as much as i do bc dolphins find their kin by wearing the same scarred skin. miraclez still happen everyday, n if u stop believing make believe if u stop believing mAk3 belief~~~ i believe in luv like water, in all forms, on all fours, earth's source salivation to write tongue divinations from hers onto mine onto urs

edging heaven's pivot, center of our navel, where yin of earth and yang of heaven kiss behind our organ's center to collide us into the ten thousand things. the harmony is in the flesh connection from celestial womb to world to mother to mother to mother to the belly button abyss, but sometimes i can't find it. wandering past pivot i meet my shadow being me. we take me to my ends where all my portals turned to holes and listen to the openings, wounds and ocean of ten thousand things, my blood lets me see my qi so i know i still can breathe. edging heaven's pivot and living within it. aka im emo lol

the grief is loud but truly the gigglez iz louder

forever pondering da gourd... and the sword and the cord and the word, the adored and abhorred and the lord

i remembered u gave me the heart of the tree then i remembered the tree was already me

domestication is an attack upon the spirit, the sovereign, the sacred. reject humancentrism. reject the industrialization of earth's flesh. industrial logging corporation green diamond (profiting from indigenous genocide since 1890) is currently clearcutting redwood forest on stolen yurok land under a coercive greenwashed "sustainable" timber harvest plan. the harm of clearcutting is intentional, irreversible, purposeful deforestation: desecration of the complex, symbiotic biome of lichen, soil, waterways, slugs, and mychorizzal networks is conversion of the coastal redwood rainforest into a domesticated, monocultural tree plantation. of the original 2 million acres of old growth coastal redwoods, only 5% remains. ancestree consciousness is dream consciousness, root, and shadow. we are nature defending themself. we will always be free.