Scars Crescendo

(A short song) Scars of Yesterday Screaming; liines of the times, i let myself die! Allowed shit to fly that Made me bring back! that Confuse-defense feedback 4 Confused-effense feedback these high stakes ,that, i didn't make. - I un-der-Stand that! & I can now Stand thE time i fell flat on my pain! -... Continue Reading →

Inscribed

...but the feeling's there,
If you provide the words.
These empty notes of this old song, can now become a verse.

Eyes

Press the play button. It's in the center of her eye. (Below) Guess what guys... I learned how to animate still shots this weekend and now it's like, all I wanna do. I have a really good draft ready to go about the word energy and the stand off between science and sensitives about who... Continue Reading →

Skeleton Keys

Skeleton keys, lucid dreams, visions of you moving in and out of scenes. Perpetual wonder, “What the fuck does it mean?”. An REM cocktail mixed with an apocalyptic theme.

Thoughts On Science 

"Science, if it is to be redintegrated should primarily not be limited, and thus be fearless. Any conditional limitation will be an evidence of mediocrity, and thus will become an unconquerable obstacle on the path of achievement.”

Anyone who wants to save this image to share or keep or edit and add to... I WOULD LOVE THAT! xoxo -m

PLEASE feel free to take this image and use it wherever you want, however you want. xoxo -missy Follow @MLSterling11  

Sweet Essence

Photo Credit: My friend Charles - Instagram - VSCO My earliest childhood memory is a "paranormal" experience. Age 4. I can remember so many details about the home I lived in and the people in my life. My Mom and Dad were still married. My dad had this perfect 80's beard going but still rocked... Continue Reading →

SUCK IT

Get your head out of the gutter. I'm talking about energy. Ever heard of energy vampires? They live.

Woke As Hell

I spent all of my life, up until last weekend focused on others much, much more than I focused on myself. Rarely critical of others, highly critical of myself. I had no idea. I have been in a fog floating down a river of lies.

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