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trying on a metaphor
One Nice Bug Per Day

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"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
Sade Olutola
AnasAbdin

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occasionally subtle

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Misplaced Lens Cap

oozey mess

if i look back, i am lost
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
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Benjamin König, “Drei”
time goes wrong and backwards
i was two sided
one the other
the other me
take other the
grey the light
the back
the black, the glow
the glow
The world felt heavy with sorrow.
'The Ferryman', by me, 2024
Check out my etsy store! I may sell prints of this one soon :)
the clouds filled with gloom
Ingeborg Bachmann, from "Eyes to Wonder" in Three Paths to the Lake
you gross nasty freak wanna hangout
need a sexy friend to do drugs with
my dreams and reality move as one
and intertwine like starlight and an eye
Yugo Kohrogi mouth paintings
i want a love that is bleeding, intensely sexual.
that moves my body and earth into form
Great Tales Of Horror And Suspense (1974) by Harry Borgman
Wind from the Sea (1947) by Andrew Wyeth
last night i dreamt the fog came for me, through my window like a running, speeding train, spread throughout me and filled my lungs with that scent and taste of white
the only time i have felt god
is in the crowd
when the music is louder than the machine
in my head
and i feel it again, all at once, the same crunching, the same sparking, tightening inside me, for a life that isnt mine, that can never be mine, because it is not my life, and the world is burning, burning, and my timing is cursed. What has been left to me? what am i leaving behind? our hyperdigital, hypercapitilistic, ingenuine, all for likes and clicks, no love, no passion, no more art, no more life, no more freedom
i am floating
fingertips
purpled, my time
leaking through my hands
like sand
the reflection of ocean
swaying outside, wind becomes water,
you sigh next to me and roll over in bed
i start to forget