listen up bitches..

things have changed

listen up bitches *said with utter love and affection*. things are changing. this space is changing. it’s getting more expansive. 

you see, i just can’t stand when the container doesn’t fit the contents. and names of things, well.. they’re important. and so is the aesthetic. it’s the feeling, the music.. and all the elements that compose it. maybe my space is a fashion statement. sue me. whatever. 

maybe it’s cus i’m in a committed relationship with the wonderfully daemonic muse living inside me. i’m here for it. and ya know what,  i’ve never been one for the static. here, it’s always time to dance. every other day i’m changing my profile picture, my bio, my about page, my vibe (no better word for it is there?), my way of being. cause i feel things. and i bring them to life through my body, my art, my expression. i just can’t help it. nor would i want to. and ps. i’m doing this cus i want the same for you.

now, i was gonna do a whole thing.. tease you for weeks, make you wait for it, but that would just be self indulgent, cus actually, i think you’ve been waiting for it already. knowing you, you feel the changes, too. 

so here it is. faye feels. ha. now that, is never gonna change. it could’ve been goddamn human, but uh, i’m a goddamn daemon (more on that, in a few days).

anyway. 

what you get here… well it’s always evolving, but here are the highlights:

fo free:

— poetry. duh
— prose about the feeling of things.. but let’s be honest that’ll be poetic too, if i have my way.  
— long ass previews of paid posts

for some money:

—longer, more personal essays
— feed the muse - a (most) weekly creative workshop to help you fall in love with your inner muse, too. and you know, create stuff. 
— the know yourself through movement fundamentals course… to get your ass moving. 

come join us! feed the muse starts tomorrow. it’s gonna be fun. 

so that’s that. and now, here’s a poem about a leaf i fell in love with, cus i know you love poems 

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leaf lover

a leaf
the color of wine and cocoa
and a chocolate brown nervous system,
has been mangled by an insect.
where part of her was eaten,
her arms are twisted —
she persisted on growing 
despite the torment of 
and ant’s hunger
consuming her. 
she thought, fine,
I’ll be different. they’ll see
what beauty can be. 
her veins are glowing white,
her skin, thick and pliable. 
she likes the warmth of fingertips
and the way you 
run your thumb
across her central channel
and her scarred skin,
and the way you’re curious 
about her twists and how
maybe
you’d like to run your tongue
across her merlot belly.
and all seven arms
and all her 
delicate fingers, 
reach to you,
urging you to kiss her. 

alright. see ya tomorrow for day 1 of feed the muse (join us! join us! it’s gonna be a fucking ball you’re gonna have your mind blown you’re gonna love it i promise)