Inti/sar Abioto

gather yourself some loving

Fri, 14 Sep 2012 14:22:10 -0700

gather yourself some loving

Amerigo Vescoochie & The Liberation Cunt

Thu, 13 Sep 2012 02:52:58 -0700

Amerigo Vescoochie & The Liberation Cunt

life and her feeling life and all her feelings

Thu, 13 Sep 2012 01:09:16 -0700

life and her feeling

life and all her feelings

sometimes when i read him i just increase increase increase

Sat, 08 Sep 2012 22:20:29 -0700

sometimes when i read him i just increase increase increase

she was buck proof & all

Fri, 07 Sep 2012 12:06:29 -0700

she was buck proof & all

obsexed

Fri, 07 Sep 2012 11:45:08 -0700

obsexed

last nigh

Fri, 07 Sep 2012 11:36:24 -0700

last nigh

multiple blacknesses

Fri, 07 Sep 2012 11:36:09 -0700

multiple blacknesses

boogie down blackness

Fri, 07 Sep 2012 11:16:09 -0700

boogie down blackness

a scene where she knew everything was real. i’mgonnawriteallmywriting

Fri, 07 Sep 2012 11:14:35 -0700

a scene where she knew everything was real.

i’mgonnawriteallmywriting

Letter I didn't send you #1, Excerpt 1

Fri, 07 Sep 2012 03:59:00 -0700

Sometimes my feeling runs so fast & so red.. like sparkles or shocks underneath the skin. or not.. an explosion.

my feeling is not an explosion.

it’s like a surge. something that either fast or slow rises to the top of things, rises to the top of me.. inside me. and it can’t stay there. it has to go… or i’ll just feel.. stifled… or like i’m not living what needs to be lived.

Life is so strange. & feels ever more intense. culminating.

some revelations.

some things i want

to share.

one, songs.. songs are just like pinpoints. pinpoints. slides. slides of life.. out of all the spectrum of everything. by pinpointing one thing.. one feeling.. they pinpoint everything.

i want to tell you everything! do you know this?

one song.. is a dream. one song masterfully done.. is a spaceship to the heart. did you know this? it takes us places everywhere & inside ourself.

this was my thought.. previously & again tonight when I was sitting out on that bench and looking at my shadow dancing to myself. this was my thought. i took my headphones out and it was just silent night.. silent open night.. i felt it all. the silent night.. but also the pinpoint slide emotion of that song i was listening to.. #1 i sent you… everything is a revelation.. everything is a rocket ship sending us further..

and today i was on the bus.. thinking about something and i had some thought .. about what i can’t remember.. and i was like.. revelations. revelations. and i just to wanted to text you right then and there.. but then decided to wait because hell… i’ve never sent you a poetry text and .. who knows if people will know what to do with that. they don’t always merit a response.

revelations of heart & mind

can you imagine.. the power of art really? actually it’s not even art.. it’s people. art is people and animals and the world.

i just want to be art

to myself

always

I’ve been doing some thought into energy.. human energy, animal energy, sexual energy, etc.. energy systems.

We are made of energy. And the world is always searching for.. we’re always searching for energy.. but it’s right here inside of us. It lies in wait.. and sometimes not waiting inside of us. coming out anyway.

Actually, no it won’t wait. Like time moves on.. it won’t wait. We won’t wait.

I feel like a fuckin portal. Sometimes I don’t.

But other times.. the right times.. when I’m MYSELF. I DO.

I FEEL like a fuckin portal.. like my heart is a portal.. a space ship.. to the universe, eternity, a black hole.. like if i or you or whoever can see.. looks in it .. they’ll see stars and blackness and everything.. like you could stick your hand straight through my chest „ heart.. like a doorway.. a vast black whole lit with forever. My heart feels like this.. RIGHT NOW. Open and beating and real and forever. And not to be abandoned or forgotten. If we remember we are portals .. all the time. All the time… we can access… every universe. All the time. We can reach inside ourselves and inside each other all of us. I’ve always had this feeling like you can reach inside people with your hand. You can reach inside people. Past their physical into the place where they feel.

You know it’s funny, I remember everything. I remember. ….

my heart won’t go to sleep tonight

Fri, 07 Sep 2012 03:50:04 -0700

my heart won’t go to sleep tonight

bees

Tue, 04 Sep 2012 13:23:58 -0700

bees

The craziest dreams yesterday. One during a nap. And the other just last night. But dreams are so...

Tue, 04 Sep 2012 09:01:00 -0700

The craziest dreams yesterday. One during a nap. And the other just last night.

But dreams are so silly.

You can’t tell everybody & everyone about them.

They contain too much of your heart. ..

.. and the secret evolutions of your heart at that

nevertheless lasts night’s dream contained huge death bees, my grandparents, my grandparent’s house, a group of wanna-be overlord type men who were beginning to kidnap people, one of my favorite artists, and some of my favorite friends from Wesleyan.

So I’m thinking of quitting some internet mediums temporarily with the intent of writing more...

Tue, 04 Sep 2012 01:00:34 -0700

So I’m thinking of quitting some internet mediums temporarily with the intent of writing more here. And creating more elsewhere.

I need some kind of creative solitude of mind. I really want to focus on practice.

There’s much to get out. & admittedly in some disciplines of importance to me I haven’t been that disciplined. I went in my room earlier and thought about going through my old journals.. and picking up unfinished work from a couple years ago.. but the task of this only.. and the prospect of it .. actually bores me. I don’t want to begin from the past. I want to start here from the present. So in thinking about the retrospect.. I think I will begin by interspersing those old[er] documents and projects with the word, thoughts, and documents of the present. I hope I can be a testament. In all things I hope to leave a moving account and story. In the end.. and I mean the real end of myself in physical terms anyway.. I won’t all be found on the internet.. but some key pieces and points of my trajectory will be. I appreciate this medium for what it can give and what it cannot give.

I think exclusion will be the tool of inclusion of this moment.

luck and love to be had

Sun, 26 Aug 2012 23:55:46 -0700

luck and love to be had

something amazing just boomed out of my heart

Sat, 25 Aug 2012 13:08:30 -0700

something amazing just boomed out of my heart

when i have new experiences I always have to write. is that funny? like clock tick tock works this....

Sat, 25 Aug 2012 13:07:19 -0700

when i have new experiences I always have to write. is that funny? like clock tick tock works this. i think i’m learning about myself. this is good to say. this is a pattern. she is taken over. she takes herself under.

"Something you can read with your body"

Sun, 25 Mar 2012 23:10:39 -0700

“Something you can read with your body”

- Intisar

"Embody that dream"

Sun, 25 Mar 2012 21:01:40 -0700

“Embody that dream”

- Intisar