I’ve learned to fall like the BJJ player, to protect the body through controlling the distribution of force by slapping the mat with hands open. With hands open. Hands open. Open. O Pen.
How can I stand before you in silent symbols with open palms?
Fights begin and end with handshakes.
It’s cool when fashion recycles itself, it’s not cool when sustainable living does because it means there was (and is as I write) a period of absolute and possibly irreversible destruction.
We give up our backs and allow religious myths to apply the rear naked choke to our minds.
If pain is a pot of boiling water, humor can be the rising steam.