not a bard, milord, but a humble minstrel. an alchemist. a scholar of the occult. a physic for dangerous humours. a core-carving blade of hearts well-guarded. a lowly entertainer. a hearth's fire if goodly attended. in sum, a friend, amicable to the becking hand that calls upon odd hours.

eh. it wasn't that bad

just finished bergman's the virgin spring and storytelling really is Something to behold

I drew this a few days ago

*has sex with you in a way that not only relapses you into old vicious cycles you have not revisited since the thrilling of first-loves were still redolent in your outside clothes, but also corrupts your entire redemption arc and debases you into an unrecognizable husk of your idea of a bad person*

Midnight ref!

they will corral you on their bed and make you unhuman under indulgent lights that, like you bare and spread fuel a spectral canopy, poised in full-view you: pruned, culled lewd, nude, spewed— and unproven.

*squeezes your entire face with my hand* you fucking eejit, you absolutely buffoon, i appreciate and cherish you

didn't know flowers were into body writing i like them more now.

i did that one sartorial bit for 10 years straight and they put me in a spectrum

i was tracking down the adj. 'close-pent' and found this on gutenberg-dot-org.

that ain't right, kitten

flotsam brine-soggy, yet salt-dry, brocaded under seething perry-sand, gnarly, knurled velvet skin, pinned down and dragged across coral reefs, pearling blood-leaves, two streams whence to drink, nay, just one, not mnemosyne

eaten by the open window, she then flew into the sun, disappearing, lithe and nimble; scented wing shrapnels — undone.

storytime's over; embers are all ashen-out. nary a soul sleeps. www.youtube.com/watch?v=lC5y...

Stagnant water-chan says it's perfectly fine, just jump in

(car hood cleft in two: steaming beetle elytra; we'll get it next time)

🍷🐏

a normal day to say normal things ruined simply by me also being here

thinking back to when i used to hang out a lot with [] and i was explaining rhyming formats to someone who i think was in a band too, and he said to the singer of this local metal band that still likes me to this day that he should sing my stuff, and he said

they will corral you on their bed and make you unhuman under indulgent lights that, like you bare and spread fuel a spectral canopy, poised in full-view you: pruned, culled lewd, nude, spewed— and unproven.

“Horseplay” has a truly diverse range of connotations!

[playing chess] [me to myself:] my knight is unprotected ... [me to myself again:] that sounded weird,

i've been trying to understand the wiki gif for a clifford torus 'performing a simple rotation' for the last 20 minutes

eaten by the open window, she then flew into the sun, disappearing, lithe and nimble; scented wing shrapnels — undone.

imsmeggnated I regret everything,

there's a huge moth in my bathroom. she (she's a she/they) is very predominantly black, mixed with not-so-pale tawny gold. she is very intact and there are two lines (one per side) running along her wings and perfectly meeting at their base, just above where she has two tail-like wing appendages.

w eaow pretty cool what i said here actually. i'm hyappy about this

honestly, if you're ever having a bad nightmare or sleep paralysis, you can always ask yourself what lo-fi kill so many ways to die would do in your situation. and the answer will always be not only having a gooood time, but being sassy about it.

if i am keeping it real i gotta say i'm one boring day away from threading 50 posts with piss smut

oh but i am translating that! so i can introduce a famous brazilian saying to my mutuals it goes (in this case): <<internet archive can come into my house and fuck my entire family in the ass>> a literal translation would perhaps say 'eat [...] the ass' but that's not semantically true. unless—

Thrifting zygomatic dripstones with tent For surface complexities, that, non-featureless, Provide — and harbour — such a, touch-wise, picturesque, Stable, mellifluous fingerhold scent:

remembered a writing idea i gave myself in a dream last night and i smiled so widely it felt like un-repressing an eroticized trauma

wouldn't you be more surprised if it came out of right field for once

this?, did it catch your eye? i bought this trinket from an old antiquarium with the owner's then-recently exhumed family members' teeth for currency. i may have surplussed their weight with grinded granite stones, the more you know. his aunties' were none the better. should we wind it?

[ as your face starts to disappear, curling inside a plastic bag pooling with blood and tears sincere, to the floor but a dirty rag—

i wanna 28 years later: the bone temple even though i already did wanna watch it since the last movie but more now bc i saw they changed directors for this one and i'm into it also cool name that's what i call my—

another day of formatting intrusive thoughts into poems

Charles E Burchfield - Rainy Night c1929-30

tonguing heavenward, you drink from the silver knife- platter of crow pits

sometimes i'm up to something and then i remember this

[[flexing my lats but it is actually two bulging sacks from the pinnated leaf venation of which massive hair-pencils sprout and coil around you as impossibly large croziers. dark, urticating hair like pine nettles graze your face softly. a rosy mist fills your nostrils with tingling arabian notes.]]

having hiccups is fun. i never have hiccups,, actually can't remember last time i had. and when i do it goes away immediately

hold, stranger. thou must first teach me a word heretofore unbeknownst to me, and only thusly be granted passage across these mountains. fail, and the hounds that yonder already eclipse the shadows of the grove whence you came shall feed on thy flesh, if the cold don't bite ye first. a-ha-ha-ha.

[vampire voice] welcome to my castle. the abode i have grown so accustomed referring to as 'my empire of dust', in reality a megastructure modelled after exquisite radiolarian shells that stays forever suspended amidst vitrous bridges still wet from the cyclopian hands that brushed them,

so that was weird for me

'internet archive is tracking you online' internet archive can come into my house and steal all my chairs for all i care

bro your maleficent presence is a dark cloud hanging over the hillside on which you dwell, your very existence a stain on the landscape dawg