Made in celebration of and with inspiration from Jacque.
From Medicine Cards: Badger Card - “Be aggressive, but do not cut others to ribbons on the way-that is too much aggression. use your anger to stop your lolling around, so that your doldrums of apathy are a thing of the past. Badger is powerful medicine when properly used for self-improvement. Remember that Badger may be signaling a time when you can use your healing abilities to push ahead in life. Heal yourself by aggressively removing the barriers that don't grow corn. Cut away the dead wood and use Badger's aggression to seek new levels of expression. Use Badger's medicine roots to keep grounded and centered in the process.”
Image created in collaboration with Jacque C and AI Text created in collaboration with Jacque C
It enters, As fog, across the fertile fields, Consumes distance - Thick and presumptuous. Eyes search for contours where only memories remain.
I used to be happy here. The sound of the wind through the grasses, The call of distant crows, Wheat like waves, gently tempering the progress of time.
Fog eats time. And time is all we have.
He whispered something in my ear. Demons always whisper sweetly Of desire and belonging.
Unintelligible promises. Garbled spells. I believed them of course. Offered face, hands, tongue. All gone now - echoes in my ears. Turned to ghostly taunts
Badger Jack
From Medicine Cards:
Badger Card -
“Be aggressive, but do not cut others to ribbons on the way-that is too much aggression. use your anger to stop your lolling around, so that your doldrums of apathy are a thing of the past. Badger is powerful medicine when properly used for self-improvement. Remember that Badger may be signaling a time when you can use your healing abilities to push ahead in life. Heal yourself by aggressively removing the barriers that don't grow corn. Cut away the dead wood and use Badger's aggression to seek new levels of expression. Use Badger's medicine roots to keep grounded and centered in the process.”
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150 $DIED
trying to Body
you
see me
seeing you
through
the acetone haze
Of forgetting
child of winding roots
tuber sprung from fertile ground
trying to Body in the dissipating fog
of modernity
do not forget me
i do not understand forgetting.
Fog of Time. In collaboration with Jacque C
Text created in collaboration with Jacque C
It enters,
As fog,
across the fertile fields,
Consumes distance -
Thick and presumptuous.
Eyes search for contours where only memories remain.
I used to be happy here.
The sound of the wind through the grasses,
The call of distant crows,
Wheat like waves, gently tempering the progress of time.
Fog eats time.
And time is all we have.
He whispered something in my ear.
Demons always whisper sweetly
Of desire and belonging.
Unintelligible promises.
Garbled spells.
I believed them of course.
Offered face, hands, tongue.
All gone now -
echoes in my ears.
Turned to ghostly taunts
Unwitting sacrifices on the altar of possibility.
Tripping the undrgrnd
Power Badger Undrgrnd