"Irresponsible manager of crumbs"
30 & weary, my dude. If the pfp is person, 'tis me, indeedly.
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Category: Writing and Poetry
Don't bark at me, bitch. Get your nose out of my ass, Go eat your own shit. You sound like a tit Crowing at me with that sass; It's for the birds, sis. Pussy, you ain't slick. I sit where your catbird sat; Scratched you off my list. Make like peas and split. That, or your ass is wheatgrass. Eat a bag of piths! You're bugging me - git! Busy bee, mind » Continue Reading
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Category: Writing and Poetry
What on earth has possessed my friend? Where could we find an exorcist capable of ending this trend? When the mend was around the bend, he’d found himself alone again, drenched in the stench of shit and piss. How long could he keep doing this? What's it mean for him to be free, actually, factually? What does it mean, what can it be, between the lines his friends can’t read? In those not-so-empty s... » Continue Reading
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Category: Writing and Poetry
You lay siege to the gates of dreams Torn by your horns of ivory You spring with talons of midnight And torch the orchard of my mind Your darkness eclipses truth's seeds Buried in your false prophecies I smother under your cover You are lock and key, foul coward You seek me when I'm my bleakest You find me when I'm my weakest 'Cuz you want to fuck me, ceaseless With relentless lust, » Continue Reading
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I had died surprised, Strangled by a pack of lies. His hands squoze my throat; hands that saved me, long ago. Saved me from my fate of choking on food I'd ate; but nursed me to health so he could choke m » Continue Reading
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Category: Writing and Poetry
If you wish to protect your peace, You must slay a fearsome beast. The beast you seek sleeps in a field, With scaly hide like brittle shields. The field is soil from which we've come, The beast is thee, from which you'd run. I am the beast you've vowed to cull; I am the beast deemed dumb and dull. Into the dirt my fangs you'll sow, And from that earth spawn shall grow. » Continue Reading
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Category: Writing and Poetry
Like a bruised-up heel, You'd tread a merciless path. Rose-kissed skin, now pale-teal, Like the rubies on your sash. "When we die, How could we know If it had been too soon? At the end of our lives; Is it that we are the brides, And Death is our groom?" That's what you'd asked me As you'd sipped your vermouth, Not knowing someone'd tasked me To help you find that truth. » Continue Reading
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It's either sleep or be eaten, by the darkest kind've creepin'. Lower, slower reverberation - lower, slower emanations. Chasms of brain, cradling only geodes of detritus; this filth isn't a gain in wealth, it's treacherous. Bountiful columns that held the ocean become barren badlands; wide, vast valleys, into twisting corridors of looming walls and cliffs of schist and deepest amethyst; with such ... » Continue Reading
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Category: Writing and Poetry
He's still walking towards us From nook of sky and hill In flat desert with no sand He is golden and still Femme shadow at his hand He's still walking towards us From somewhere beyond Straight down a winding path Eyes blue, hair long and blonde Belying his wrath He's still walking towards us I motion for attack Missiles fly, then collide And from clouds of blowback C » Continue Reading
Category: Writing and Poetry
What are your true intentions? What tarot could tell me that? You're standing there In black outerwear Red tie and eyes Witness my undisguise Is this inspiration or attraction? Could be one and the same You smoke your cigarette Claiming the wall with your back Eyes on every side The solo pair watching me Are yours, and they slide Semi-private coaster ride Will we survive? » Continue Reading
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Category: Writing and Poetry
Lo, His white and teal brilliance, whose flight is effortless and mute; toothless jaw of dissilience, blind feet catch upon his roots. The whole of the fraction - enact abreaction. He is white cheddar, vanilla, and fresh honey-mustard, too. A dewy frost on papilla, the forest from which he flew. To swallow Him is Death, he'll swallow you, instead. You'll sweat his scales, from p » Continue Reading
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Category: Writing and Poetry
She shot the bucket With her double-barrel musket I witness as her grudge stands up, That charcoal smudge in my blood. She says she hasn't had enough; Chucks her spear in two directions. » Continue Reading
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Category: Art and Photography
For anyone who loves animorphs and appreciates AI art, I made these for me and decided to share them with you! ;3 Use and distribute them as you'd like :) » Continue Reading
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