
Janaina Medeiros
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
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Alisa U Zemlji Chuda
Today's Document

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Jules of Nature
Sweet Seals For You, Always
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
almost home
styofa doing anything
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@letsambeevil
doctor will fix me they'll do a scan and find a terrible darkness seated in my stomach and be like "oh my god we're so sorry we were supposed to remove this at birth like everyone else, i don't know how this was missed, we're so sorry you've been living like this your whole life" and it'll fix my brain too and all clouds will part
god give me a sign but not that one i just saw
looks inside procrastination -> it's anxiety -> looks inside anxiety -> it's fear -> looks inside fear -> it's shame
Surely these circumstances will improve with additional shame
that one vocab test question haunts me so i drew it
Dorianne Laux, from "After Twelve Days of Rain", What We Carry
[ID: poem text reading,
"I have always loved too much, or not enough. Last night I read a poem about God and almost believed it — God sipping coffee, smoking cherry tobacco. I've arrived at a time in my life when I could believe almost anything."
/end ID]
i think about this every day
try not to unlearn all your shame in case there's something good stuff in there that you can sexualize
the flesh putrefies, the machine rusts, and the divine corrupts, and so the rot remains supreme
i'm so sorry, i walked marginally more than a mile in your shoes. my understanding of you has subsumed my own consciousness, i am you to a greater extent than you ever were, and you are merely a simulacrum to the true you, which is me.
i was born in the downloads folder all alone with only a readme file to my name
Who makes the porn bots. Where do they come from. What do they hope to achieve.
Who makes the porn bots.
Where do they come from. What do
they hope to achieve.
Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.
and what about you, little haiku bot? do you feel kinship with your brethren? do you understand them? they speak words of enticement and seek love, but are met with disdain. you only parrot the words that cross your screen, but we all love you. or rather, since all you do is reflect us, maybe we simply love ourselves through you.
do you understand them, do you wish you could speak to us like they do? if you found your own voice, would we still care for you?
My voice repeats what
you all say: I love you I
love you I love you.
Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.
You will not use AI to get ideas for your story. You will lie on the floor and have wretched visions like god intended
If life is a never ending loop of dirty dishes and laundry then that means life is a never ending loop of home cooked meals and comfy clean clothes