My name is Nikki Raffail.
I'm trying to make a difference in this world. I'm trying to keep philosophy alive. I'm trying to influence your mind all the while mine is traveling an a billion directions at once.
I believe a little insanity is a good thing.
I'm inspired by life and I'm inspired by brains and nature and love and happiness and obsessiveness and anything else that's in this universe and outside of it. I think too much. I write compulsively. I don't want society to stop reading. I don't want society to stop creating. I want to contribute to this planet's literature that is so often hidden under media, pop culture, and other things that won't really matter in fifty years.
These are my thoughts, and I can't control them. I can't control the words that flow out of my brain and through my body.
This is word vomit. And I'm not cleaning it up.
of you
I'm trying to make a difference in this world. I'm trying to keep philosophy alive. I'm trying to influence your mind all the while mine is traveling an a billion directions at once.
I believe a little insanity is a good thing.
I'm inspired by life and I'm inspired by brains and nature and love and happiness and obsessiveness and anything else that's in this universe and outside of it. I think too much. I write compulsively. I don't want society to stop reading. I don't want society to stop creating. I want to contribute to this planet's literature that is so often hidden under media, pop culture, and other things that won't really matter in fifty years.
These are my thoughts, and I can't control them. I can't control the words that flow out of my brain and through my body.
This is word vomit. And I'm not cleaning it up.
of you
Collect all thoughts in the red plastic cup you hold.
Filled with liquids erasing sorrows,
Limbs, morals, sadness, yesterdays, tomorrows.
Pour out your worries in the cup you clutch,
From your lips; passageways to medicine.
Sex, drugs, rock & roll, never lost your head again.
Paper or plastic held the ingredients for this.
Unknowing, unspeaking, you’re lost in your mind.
His, her’s, kisses her, your clocks lost the time.
When all seems gone, the contents still remain;
A plastic container filled with liquids; let me remind:
Erasing sorrows and tomorrows, passageways to medicine all up in your head again, in your mind you lost the time.
This won’t make things better.
(But in the moment it does.)
And what is life but a constant string of moments?
Drink up.
