The wondering mind of a wandering existence.

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You don’t understand how much I love being numb. Being incoherent as to what is happening. Not being able to decipher between what’s real and what’s not. Being on the edge of reality. It’s the greatest feeling in the world.

Thirst Too Shall Pass

Mouth dry, dusty, desolate, and choked upon the salty sands left from those that have long since passed; those spent wandering, longing for whispers, stretched far like noon-shadows; those that are long-reaching under a blazon desert sun.
Wobbling, as if drunk, stumbling and unsteady, catching nothing, but glimpses of oasis-mirages, or the rare taste of moisture, dissipating, from currently cracked lips.
Nothing more than a hallucination; nothing more than dreams of raindrops, of puddles, of drum-like-cadences dropped down atop flat-and-black-tar-roofs; nothing more than thoughts of water quenching parched lips; of lightning strikes: quick-and-bright, burning, brilliant-and-done.

- d. morgan lustig

Bougie afternoon with some of the @hoptronbrewtique family. Thanks to @villagecigarheadquarters, in Patchogue, for the hospitality.

#VillageCigarHeadquarters
#HoptronBrewtique
#TheBruerySmokingWood
#vscocam

Bougie afternoon with some of the @hoptronbrewtique family. Thanks to @villagecigarheadquarters, in Patchogue, for the hospitality.

#VillageCigarHeadquarters
#HoptronBrewtique
#TheBruerySmokingWood
#vscocam

From Another’s Eyes: v. 1.0

It caught her eye, shone
like store window gem-
stones, set atop gold-
en promises, once
thought to mean for-
ever. Lost amongst
the blur of city
sidewalks, ravaged
empty gutter waste,
dulled and soot-stain-
greyed building fronts,
she walked; she smiles.

She found oddities
delightful and proud-
ly professed her
love for all things strange.
Dreams that end in skies,
leaves that brightly died,
and a fluttering
heart like pigeon’s
wings amongst the trash.

Wondering, “Where do
we go when we die?”,
aloud to herself,
as if, to allow her-
self: a wandering
sense of freedom.

- d. morgan lustig

No, really Sydney, it’s cool. I didn’t need my arm for things anyway. 

#SydneyNotAustralia
#CatsAreDicks
#GimmeBackMyArm
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No, really Sydney, it’s cool. I didn’t need my arm for things anyway.

#SydneyNotAustralia
#CatsAreDicks
#GimmeBackMyArm
#vscocam

This batch was even better than the first: chicken rollatini with red peppers, spinach, and goat cheese, over rice a roni. 👌

#kitchenbeast 
#chickenrollatini 
#omnomnom 
#vscocam

This batch was even better than the first: chicken rollatini with red peppers, spinach, and goat cheese, over rice a roni. 👌

#kitchenbeast
#chickenrollatini
#omnomnom
#vscocam