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Category: Life
Corpses are supposed to rest. They’re supposed to decompose and return it's borrowed parts to the Earth. I feel like i’ve overstayed my welcome inside myself. Everyone keeps acting like this body is still occupied, and dreadfully, it is. I wake up every day with that heavy, sour feeling you get when something organic has been left out too long. I can feel the process wanting to... » Continue Reading
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Humoral theory is an outdated and archaic medical understanding of the human body. It's often mocked, and I can understand why! Things like bloodletting sound barbaric to the modern day. But there was actually some sort of logic to it, albeit incorrect. The theory proposed that human health and behavior was determined by the balance of four bodily fluids, known as humors: Blood, phlegm, ... » Continue Reading
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I see a lot of plague doctor interpretations that either lean into crow symbolism, or god forbid, actually makes them birds. They seem to be praised and revered in modern day, which always amused me. Plague doctors weren't compared to crows or ravens during their own era. Contemporary comparisons leaned much more toward vultures, carrion birds, or outright agents of death. The crow/raven s... » Continue Reading
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Category: Life
Apologies if I don't make much grammatical sense. I have a concussion and am struggling to write coherently. All I ever want in life is to be a Renaissance man. A jack of all trades. To be able to do anything and everything in a skilled manner. I can draw, I write, I'm a poet, I crochet, I clean bones, but it's not enough. It's never enough. I'm in a constant pursuit of knowledge t... » Continue Reading
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In honor of my current illness, I am writing again, and if you do not like it, you should stop reading but you will not! You never do. People pretend to have boundaries and then wander straight past them like sleepwalkers. Anyway, I am sick and therefore qualified to speak on sickness. More qualified than usual! Praise! » Continue Reading
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Have you ever read Dickens? Or rather, have you ever sat down and attempted to sift through the garbage pile called classic literature? Every time I pick up one of his novels, I feel like I’m agreeing to shove fifty pieces of gum in my mouth. He uses so many words to say absolutely nothing. Paragraphs upon paragraphs, and sentences the length of sauropods. It's a headache, a c... » Continue Reading
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Category: Life
I spend an embarrassing amount of time obsessing over the idea of being “good.” Good in the moral sense, the cosmic sense, the stupid mundane sense of doing no harm, making no mess, causing no disturbance. A harmless creature. A quiet creature. A well-behaved little critter. But the problem is that “good” doesn’t exist. If morals are subjective, then good is... » Continue Reading
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"Scissors," never "scissor," my mother would say to me. For halves are born as partners, and partners meant to be. Two spirits yoked in metal, in duty intertwined. Their covenant unbroken, » Continue Reading
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I sat so still I nearly petrified, frozen in my own filth and mundanity. Hours passed like bugs, laying eggs in the soft meat of my mind. I felt them hatch, I named a few. I caught them in a box, then gassed with raid spray. A time infestation in my home, gross. There's nothing to do but marinate in myself. In the hungry, hollow hum of a brain that won’t shut up. Thou... » Continue Reading
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In corridors of candle-smoke and rooms of wilted white, I met a gentle wanderer: the anthropophagite. His boots were stitched of funeral cloth, his coat of evening’s gloom, And round his throat a ribbon hung, still scented faint of tomb. He spoke in sighs of silted skies, » Continue Reading
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Category: Life
They say “patience is a virtue,” but that’s what jailers say to the jailed. I’ve been patient enough to fossilize. I can feel myself hardening, cell by cell, like amber around a bug that used to be me. My caretaker calls it love. I call it SICK preservation. Yes, I was made to rot, but I was also made to move. I’ll go however I can. Plane, bus, thumb... The method doesn’t matter. Movemen... » Continue Reading