A Bloated Room

i am not selena gomez, but if i was, i would sing you dang bitches to sleep with come and get it.

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My dark spin on the Wizard of Oz:

"Hiding behind a mask has pleased me since I was a mere child, or maybe trinket is a better term," a heartless woman with a body made from tin uttered, before motioning for a short servant to her left to bring her something that was wrapped in a strange, golden fabric. "My favorite one, wouldn't you agree, Scarecrow?" The tin woman took something like a face from the fabric and held it up to her own. The scarecrow realized what it was, or rather who, and collapsed to the ground in shock. "Oh, I'm so glad you recognize him! I wasn't sure you would, lacking that brain after all." The tin woman tied the new face on, then unraveled the golden fabric to expose a beautiful lion's mane. She pulled it around her silver shoulders, fastening it like a coat. The scarecrow cried out in agony for his lost friend, "how could you?!" But the tin woman barely blinked. "It was easy, skinning a beast with no bite, took no courage at all, in fact."

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When my #nightmares become #memes:

I walk into a house, kid introduces me to the bathroom. "This is where our shower lives." "But does your shower like living here?" Kid stares into empty black abyss of horror and self-awareness, has mid-life crisis at 8 yrs old.

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Text Adventure of my Life

*opens windows*

*puts on loud, obnoxious rap music*

*eats something from fridge that goes bad soon (chicken salad)*

*dances around, trying to stay out of view of open windows in hopes that other humans don’t notice pathetic dance library your ligaments possess*

*sht, the dogs notice*

*they have lost respect for you*

*thinks happy thoughts*

*thinks about death*

*WHY DOES THIS ALWAYS HAPPEN*

*writes poetry*

*about death*

*goes to pet dogs*

*they reject you*

*eats crackers*

*shares crackers with dogs–they love you again*

*reads book about how to palm read for a whale*

*laughs at joke you heard a month ago, still hilarious*

*don’t live in past*

*but what about future?*

*oh yeah, death*

*probably should vacuum*

*decide not to*

*accidentally spill tiny crumb sht everywhere*

*vacuum*

*fantasize about eating sugary goods and somehow magically not caring*

*eats sugar, idgaf*

*sugar rush, RUN AROUND IN A CIRCLE FOR AN HOUR*

*watches anime*

*becomes anime*

*hi, i’m anime*

*creates character for a story*

*character thinks about death*

*writes it down*

*dogs have learned that if they snub you, they get “rewarded” with crackers*

*closes windows*

*sings bloodhound gang songs [nostalgic af]*

*ANIME*

*talks to husband about ANIME*

*husband warns you not to get any more “surprise” pets*

*it was only a fish this time tho*

*google search for more pets*

*drinks coffee*

*at night*

*sht*

*don’t sleep for a week*

*DEATH, AND ANIME*

*reads book about how Nicolas Cage is the one, true God*

*worships Nick Cage*

*takes shower, new soap smells phenomenal*

*becomes new soap*

*hi, i’m soap, and i smell phenomenal*

-End

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book vs. irl

in a book: --protagonist-- "hi, my name is Ceraphine" --antagonist-- "hi, my name is XioxioxioLOL" in real life: --girl-- "hi, my name is Ashley" --everyone else-- "yeah, me too"

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When someone asks you what your favorite book of literature is, but all you read is manga.

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This is what happens on days I can’t write.

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The Earth

And the earth untied its shoes and asked a question: “Who would be willing to wear these shoes next?”

A herd of people fell silent, and ignored the question.

A renowned hero explained the hurrdles he would first have to overcome before accepting the earth’s responsibilities.

An infamous villain took the shoes and tied them on tight.

The earth watched as the villain brought destruction everywhere he stepped.

The hero attempted to save the people, but to no avail.

The villain laid his shoes upon a heavy throne to rest.

The people began to curse the earth, and asked how it could ever give up such power to the villain?

The earth fell silent, and ignored the question.

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Stay

Like hail on my roof. Like knocks on my door. Like the whispers that echo through hallways. Like the broken tune I hum when I'm nervous. Stay. Like thunder in my ears. Like locusts in the summer. Like the guilty chords strung by my soul. Like the mess of medicine falling to the bottom of my cabinet. But you left. Like you always do. You left. My heart was left open for you to create sound. But you didn't enjoy our music. You preferred silence. If you choose to come back. This time, I'll scream.

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Out of Order

Some days I feel younger.

Some days I feel older.

But what if I’m not waking up in chronological order at all?

What if I’ve always been traveling through time?

For when I wake up with a child in my arms, but still feel like a child myself, how should I then communicate?

How do I re-remember my future self, which was originally intended to be my present self?

Time seems all screwed up.

I forget things that happen to me after only a few moments, but then all of a sudden I remember what a passing stranger had said ten years ago like it was yesterday.

Maybe it really was yesterday.

Will tomorrow ever come?

Will I die so young at such an old age, or the other way around?

When I am asked what time it is, I shall never know the true answer.

I never threw tantrums as a kid, but now I can’t even keep track of my emotions.

Maybe I was always moving backwards.

Maybe time starts in the future, and we create our past.

Maybe I’m already dead.

Maybe we all start out as ghosts.

We are welcomed back into life to fix our past mistakes as children living in the future.

Time is not a measurement.

Time is not death on your doostep.

Time is not beginning or end.

Time is not time.

We are.

Out of order.

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Disney Flash Fic - Ursula's Power

I pretended not to listen when the ocean tried to speak to me. But it always lied, saying it didn’t need a voice to be heard. How absurd. How ludicrous. I knew it would have stolen mine if only it had the power. My power… That’s my language. Let’s talk.

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Disney Flash Fic - Maurice's Cage

Ruptured, I grabbed ahold of my hanging lung, shoving it back into my chest. They’d never understand that the loss of a child forced you to live, even after death. No beast would destroy my daughter; my Belle. No cage with dark amber legs could steer me away. I ran.

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Day 30 poem - Weathered Love💘

We were always fossils Burying each other in Misunderstandings and red Sand in our barren desert We were more extinct Than free land and fresh water Fire🔥 made us feel alive The acid rain☔ followed after No wonder we ended up Losing our flesh and finding Our perfect gravestones Portraying no dates, just a Scoreboard for our rights and Our several hundred wrongs We sure looked like athletes, the Ones that break their own hearts

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Day 29 poem - Spare Walking Stick

I’m sick of my bones confessing All the secret habits I hid in the hills Below the hordes of brain straved Pills that never get flushed with the bag It wasn’t what I trained them to do But they tripled when I gave them the Attention they deserved, when my Bones play hookie, I balance on you like A spare walking stick finished walking

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Day 28 poem - A Cloud-Eating World The very existence of a cloud-eating world is what scares me I said. I feel worse because the earth, At three p.m. was still wearing pale green eyes, se- cretive. They winked lacking time and place. we ride through the woods. In the meantime setting off in its wind. At seven p.m. the clear-eyed man wearing his body turned in to nothing Erasure of White Noise, Don DeLillo, pg. 154.

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Day 27 poem - Until it Tastes Bitter and Foul

I guess I still want handwritten apologies Telling me that you realize how I felt While you laughed and ignored my Heart drowning

I guess I digress, when I wish you could Read my mind when I howl like a hungry Wolf, circling you as my next and final prey

And I guess I just need the silent relief That you know my pain, and you’ll lick the Salt off the wound until it tastes bitter and Foul like the times you moved, never Planning to stand up

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Day 26 poem - Inside the Truth I made flaws my truth. inside the truth, The smoke was on fire. in silence. Erasure of White Noise, Don DeLillo, pg. 8.

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Day 25 poem - The Mouse

Alice picked up

the mouse🐁

After a while she said

I wish you wouldn’t die first.

Erasure of White Noise, Don DeLillo, pg. 225.