"Irresponsible manager of crumbs"
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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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Category: Writing and Poetry
In an enchanted realm, three identical cats, each with the ability to walk and talk like humans, guard the secrets of knowledge. They are EneMieu the Bookkeeper, IeuNeme the Booklender, and MinNem the Librarian. Each cat is exceptionally intelligent, knowing every language and the name of every living thing. **EneMieu, the Bookkeeper**, benevolent but enigmatic, takes back books at unexpected time... » Continue Reading
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Category: Writing and Poetry
I'm under fire, below cloud negative nine. Your doobie-ous smoke floods my sinuses and my nasal cavities, like stomach acid. Like silverfish eggs, you lay in wait to lay waste and burrow schisms in exhausted minds. Most probable impostor, despairingly mine. Your thrips infest me— a plague of my creation. Like prickly slime, you've climbed through my ear » Continue Reading
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Category: Writing and Poetry
Doppelgangers dwell In dim-lit halls of hells Where, if you're real, your life's forfeit To less than savory proclivities: Insidious stealth Of ridiculous wealth And unattainable levels Of perfectionist productivity. Snows that never melt That burn welts upon the health Of unfortunate fortunates Who prey upon the insecure, like kelpies. And selkies as well, Wh » Continue Reading
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Category: Writing and Poetry
"Swinging is better than living in the gutter," Is what my grandmother was told When she was being sold At the local bar by her mother She bloomed under a flowers regime And it devoured her power to scream "Do what you have to do to get a pot of beans," Is what my grandmother had heard As men tugged at her gird And she was not quite yet a preteen Soured by acid showers Her » Continue Reading
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Category: Writing and Poetry
Dozens of bloated insects Sting and bite my legs » Continue Reading
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Category: Writing and Poetry
Upon ruby beaded lips Hydrate me with your kiss And free me from this contraption Drink in my H²O reaction Unbind me of these strips The leather that slits my wrists Let me in on all your action If only just a fraction I flounder in the gems that are The rivers birthed through you Waves are far above my head My hair dancing in seaweed » Continue Reading
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Category: Writing and Poetry
Throw me to the wolves I'd want nothing less Than teeth on my skull And drool on drained flesh Call forth the vultures I'd want nothing more Than hooked beaks, neck-deep And a hollowed core Keep from me the fate of fools Frozen by undertaker's tools Let me not rot the earth As I lay there, preserved Keep from me all religion To no gods shall I be gi » Continue Reading
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Category: Writing and Poetry
Bloody ghosts flooding my veins Dusty and dark as caves Leaving the nastiest of stains Why couldn't they stay in their graves? Invading my dreams With messages vague As their fools gold's gleam Their escape I'd beg Fetid breath wheezing Whispering of things dark Gaunt chests heaving Peeling me apart The canary's long been dead I am a living regret Of the ghosts up in my head » Continue Reading
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Category: Writing and Poetry
The midnight prophecy fills us Alongside wild wormwood's warmth Astride bitter tongued orange blossoms The promise of liquorice Bites, still, my lips it's musk Inhibitions nonplussed Peace sets upon sweat-softened palms Pagan hands part palisades Loping through, to valley's refuge Which cradles clandestine hearth That belies zephyr's songs Bemoaning 'Johns' long gone » Continue Reading
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Like a desert of powdered glass Where grains of sand lock their hands To sing silent songs of sinter, And with a whirl, chasse en masse; She is both the blessed and the damned, Spring, summer, fall, and winter; What was, is, and shall come to pass. As she slumbers, she dreams of us, In every which way there is. Every breath is a rose unfurled, And the final, deadly thrust. Therefore, none of us s » Continue Reading
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