twister8138

I just took everything back out of storage. I’m 33 years old now and not ashamed to be seen in my learning. You don’t grow without doing, and the practice of my youth is a powerful testament to how bud becomes bloom. The transition point from twister8138 to teprometo is odd. I’m not done yet. Someday I’ll look at the things I’m writing now and think - gosh, you still had so much more to learn. What a blessing, to expand until we expire. I wasn’t born skillful, but I was born gifted. Those gifts deserve to be in use, not made decorative. I have always been a being of great love and yearning, the thread of my existence more obvious as time carries my perspective forward. How I love is still how I love, and becoming words is my immortal path. I fear not the grooves my feet have made, nor the dirt that yet clings to my soles. The archive is meant to be persistent and complete.

Hey, so. I know I said I'd warn you when I was putting my deviations in storage, but I just came here and could not bear to have so much of this stuff public anymore. I've left a few things out, things that meant a lot to me when I wrote them, mostly. None of this writing has meaning to me now, because I'm just not that person anymore. Nothing has been deleted, because I do still value the exchanges I had with people in the comments. If there's anything you remember that you want, please message me. I'd be happy to email you the text.