#prose?

[brotherorpheus]

11:00 a.m.

dear consumer,

we are pleased to announce that we have completed it and it is ready to beta! the only it you’ll ever need! the final it! the it that will at last fill the greedy hole necrotizing in the center of your putrid, media-hollowed selves! feel free to:

have it/eat it/fuck it/collect it/obey it/love it/resent it/forgive it/choke on it

buy it!

dear consumer,

please update it to the newest version of it. we have improved it, secured it, made it more nutritious, more addictive, now with (up to) ??% less (or more) mercury, carcinogens, asbestos, saturated fats, spam emails, slave labor, blood money, free radicals, etc.

it is now better than ever! it seriously can’t get any better than it is right now!

dear consumer,

forget your old it! try the new it! bigger! better! increased social status! worse environmental impact! more sex appeal! forgiveness! absolution! a misery unending that distorts the mind and pollutes the body! there is no soul, only it! only what you buy to fill you!

so buy it! buy it now! buy them all! an it for all seasons! all occasions! you are nothing without it!

(supplies are limited)

dear consumer,

we are now officially sold out of it. please feel free to scream in mortal terror, shed the flimsy veil of civilization, rend your garments, smear yourselves with filth to mask your scent, and proceed to devour each other whole.

thank you for choosing it for all your needs. it loves you all!

(and it knows you are afraid)

[harcidian]

Do you ever wonder if Roy once idolized Bradley? Before the war, before everything changed.

Perhaps he was inspired by him: an orphan who earned the title through grit rather than persuasion.

But one day, while fighting side by side with him in the war, Roy discovered the harsh truth behind that grit—mercilessness disguised as defense and valor.

It's no surprise they always say to never meet your heroes.

[stalegarlicbreb]

Ma: tumatanda na ako.

Dada: oo nga, kulang na lang may mga tumatakbong maliliit sa bahay natin.

Ma: ang tagal, hahaha!

Dada: gusto ko yung maputi, tapos may full bangs. parang si Audrey.

Ma: may bangs talaga? hahahaha!

Dada: oo, yung naka-nguso, tapos sexbomb dancer daw siya.

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these past few days, i think i've been having a baby fever. didn't tell any single soul about it, even when mami told me this conversation between her and dada. i think a part of me actually wants kids, maybe three, just like me and my siblings. maybe i actually adore the idea of being a mother, and it was all just swept under the rug in the living room of my mind-- i was busy being cooped up in my room, maybe a bit scared of love and vulnerability altogether that i forgot to be a good host to those who're willing to sit on the couch with me, maybe watch movies, and then uknowingly fall asleep together.

maybe that part of me isn't scared of responsibility anymore, that's why thoughts of bringing children into this world ain't so bad after all. but then again, maybe the scientific reason of these thoughts can be blamed on my ovulation. so, why am i unearthing this fragile state of mine, and putting it on display here? i guess, to make clear of what do i actually want? to put out it out there, in the universe, that i sometimes think of these maybe babies? to channel someone within me to take the light, and be the light to our future little bees? to make sense of the innate "maternal" need of my DNA to reproduce? maybe, maybe.

well, these are now on the table. i just have to have the heart to accept which truth i want to live.

[that-gay-jedi]

Reheating some kill myself for dinner but I don't know if I'm gonna eat it. Haven't got the ingredients to make the best of things and chewing on grin and bear it hurts my teeth these days. Might order in some find a way to survive if I can, or just make an escapist sandwich instead. I hear take it day by day is cheap and has a long shelf life.

[sailormatrixe]

woke up late. high. had more weird dreams about my relatives (that I hate). and I lose my shit on them in those every single time. it’s somewhat cathartic.

there’s more to that dream than is worth talking about.

I feel sleepy but coherent. calm. regulated.

I am not ‘half’ anything.

gonna go make pumpkin bread.

[rosylavender-lady]

Language and Learning

I read a text in English today.

The words were printed letters on the page. They were soulless and unblinking. They were examples of grammar and text and everything at the base of my writing.

I almost cried writing it. It clogged in my throat, shook around my head and pried out some deep-rooted disgust in myself that I think was shame.

Back home, they might have had a word for it. I don’t know it anymore. I’m stuck with the words; inadequacy, nostalgia, reckoning, envy. I’m stuck annotating the connotations, connecting the semantic fields and the rhythmic parallelism of flipping pages; scribbled lines, clicking binders; 

Did tears stain the poet's skin? Did crumbled papers rot in the waste bin nearby? Do their fingers ache from pressing the buttons? Do their pens hurt from writing? Do their eyes sting from studying? Does their heart ache they know they’ll never achieve anything as great as

that one text from English class. 

[bluebird-poetry96]

Claimed by Him

Beneath Him, I writhe Pressed into the mattress, One Mate, Evermore.

-Raven Blue-Bell