The Tangible Muse (an erotic poem)

Fuck fantasyA limited, unending constructCold, unsatisfying fast foodTo be thrown out, discardedStarved by own imaginationAnd a tease of a muse An occupying, distracting delusionUnending questions, no answersMy hands now rest on a tangible museMade of proper flesh,Thankfully, joyouslyAlive in knowing what the fuck it wantsMe, me, me, me, me, me With eyes, hands, mouth, and…

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Music: The Perfect Drug by Nine Inch Nails

MUSIC is a segment that features a song that’s caught my brain. The Perfect Drug has been on repeat for me lately. Something about a Trent Reznor song that taps my shadow side. Reznor can put the worst of himself out there and it resonates with many. I respect that. Strongly recommend the iconic Downward…

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Christina’s Soundtrack: Quarantine Edition

What am I listening to under quarantine? Care to share yours?

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