putting this back out there again: around this time last year & quite hurriedly i put together a little zine documenting all of the Street Fighter RyuKen poems i had ever made between 2023- 2025. by now there are a Lot more but this project was put together for pride month- this year im planning to make quite a lengthy essay on the homoeroticism & queer coding present in the SF2 animated movie. i have enough ramblings spread all over the internet im sure i can put it together into some kind of coherent document
link to the poetry zine is on my website: https://00weatheredpole.hotglue.me/?utm_source=ig&utm_medium=social&utm_content=link_in_bio
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under the title: Fire on the Hillside which will send you to my substack where you can download the PDF for free
it also includes Crossed Wires: my most recent zine following my experience with SA through the eyes of Ken in one scene from the animated film. it’s a rough one so please take into account content warnings. this zine is also a PDF and free
it was annoying at the time, but in abstract it's really funny to look back on the kinds of lore questions people would ask about elden ring immediately after playing two hours of it and skipping as much dialogue as possible just so they could get in on a popular topic
At the end of the day, who really are you if everything you know about yourself stems from the life of a person you're pretending to live as?
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My name is Muto Yugi.
I like games. I like my friends. I like burgers. I have a grandpa at home who loves me.
My name is Muto Yugi.
I go to school everyday with my friends. I wake up at 5AM so I have time to do my hair.
My name is Muto Yugi.
I meet them everyday. We play games together.
My name is Yugi Muto.
I don't like the taste of burgers. I don't like eating.
My name is Yugi Muto.
I wake up at 1AM everyday. I sneak out through the window. There is this guard in my home that I don't know.
My name is Yugi Muto.
He grabs my arms and keeps me trapped in my home. He claims he's "worried" and that "I'm injured" but HES LYING!! HE WANTS TO TRAP ME INSIDE!!
My name is Yugi Muto.
The guard is wrinkled and says my name like he knows me. He's lying. It's a trick.
My name is Yugi.
My friends look at me funny. I don't like looking at them.
My name is Yugi?
I don't brush my hair. I don't wash my face. I don't go to school. Everyone is WATCHING ME at school. I don't know ANYONE AT SCHOOL.
My name is Yugi?
WHY DOES EVERYONE KEEP SAYING I'M ACTING DIFFERENTLY??!! I'M NORMAL!!
MY NAME IS YUGI??
I don't know what school is I don't know who you are stop looking at me STOP LOOKING AT ME ST-
MY NAME IS-
I seem to fall asleep for days at a time I'm dressed my face is washed my hair is brushed I'm fed. It is my captive doing it. They're forcing me here. They're keeping me here against my will. I have to escape I have to escape I have to escape I have to escape I have to escape I have to escape I have to escape I have to escape-
I DON'T THINK MY NAY NAME IS YUGI.
I don't recogniz recognise--I don't think I'm me wh--
Move eec each limb--the reflection isn't me
I don't know who I a--y myself. Please someon-
I DON'T THINK MY NAME IS YUGI
THAT'S NOT ME THAT'S NOT ME THAT'S NOT ME THAT'S NOT ME THAT'S NOT ME THAT'S NOT ME THAT'S NOT ME THAT'S NOT ME THAT'S NOT ME THAT'S NOT ME THAT'S NOT ME THAT'S NOT ME THAT'S NOT ME THAT'S NOT ME THAT'S NOT ME THA-
Sometimes when I wake up I'm a new version of me I haven't met and I don't remember where I am and I think. Like. I belonged somewhere far far away and got trapped here as a form of c o s m i c p u n i s h m e n t. Like. A sinner taken to the slaughter. And I stop sleeping and suddenly I realise these people I call my family are people I don't know OR love. But that's cruel right. And I wake up not remembering days. Weeks at a time. And suddenly the house I thought was mine feels like a prison and when I look in the mirror my face it changes every time and I feel sick and have to look away because that's not me.
And I begin fearing that I don't recognise myself in any of my memories and I dont recognise the friends the me I see in my memories fought so hard to get and I realise that I REPLACED HIM. I AM THE REPLACEMENT. And so I try to gamble my life away and I fill "my" body with meds and caffeine and I pity the "ME" I replaced so much that I run around and s l a u g h t e r everyone who ever hurt him because he deserves to rest in peace. Sometimes I wonder if I'm actually dead and this is my afterlife but haha.
That has to be a lie right. Right. Please. Tell me I'm right. Who the fuck am I now? Him? M-
