im scared to write fiction. genuinely terrified when i take it seriously. i feel so out of my depth -🐺

the funniest thing about listing alters is that it looks like im only respecting three of them—Salvius, Arthur, and Micah. but in truth the rest of us just don’t care if our name isn’t capitalized. -👁️

okay i made a post for us to have emoji sign offs. i can’t guarantee everyone will remember to use them, tbh, but oh well. -👁️

hi we’re the clowncar system. we’re bodily 20 and collectively genderqueer. everyone’s new sign-offs are as follows: judas: 👁️ jer: 🤡 RERM: 🤖 Salvius: 🫀 dee: 🌀 jack: 🐺 Micah: 🌻 doe: 🦌 Arthur: 🔍 helena: 💜

should we start using sign-offs so you all know who’s who when we post? it seems efficient and most of us already have an emoji we use to tag our poems on instagram…

idk how to help in the situation between dee and micah but god i want to. i also just want to study them and see what happens but i am not permitted to do so. frustrating.

whipping and nae naeing all over the place

jurgen lietner monologue but its me about micah

baby wants a cigarette

Why do I have a little lisp???

dw guys jack is back in town. ik you all missed me so so much. no need for fanfare calm yourselves. no seriously guys chill out

Last night I cried for the first time. It was not fun!

Hi Micah here—Today I remembered my parents and my uncle and also the time I cracked a rib! It really helps to write. But I worry they aren’t real memories. But then, I’M not a real PERSON! Hahaha :-D

man i just cant get inspired to write today…

got my first tattoo today

I want to go bed but I’m waiting until 9pm

Hi guys it’s M I thinkkkk I’m gonna go by Micah actually. We’re in Colorado and I’m verrrry tired :(

airport moment

ive just gotten sick and my brother is cleaninf it up. soooo fuckinf drunk

do YOU want to be emailed lyrical prose and mediocre poetry every single day of your life? subscribe to my goddamn substack plz

literally i have more followers here than i do free subscribers on substack. whadda hell

im in substack hell. in the damn trenches trying to write viral notes. can my writing just do the talking?

guys i think im burnt out

anyway if yall dont have my instagram or substack and want them DM us. we’re trying to get to 500 on insta and 100 on substack

yea yea yea… fuck yea! bad apple monster B)) AND! meat stick >B))

oh yea there was a little schism in our system between introjects and the main system and Dee said I get honorary introject status for basing most of my personality on one kin. RERM also gets honorary introject status.

its too damn hot (its like. not that hot but still)

Hi! I’m new here and was told to make myself known here. You can call me M! Nice to meet you all :)

oh okay we have to talk to our psychiatrist to get a diagnosis. thats why therapist was telling us to tell her…

conversing as a system is so hard we’re nauseated

once i have a book out imma blow up and act like i dont know nobody 🥰 /j im totally gonna hype up my fellow writers

guys im a respected member of the literary community i have a goddamn. google ai summary. the fuckkkk

how to stop becoming your ex no glue no borax

oh yea im WORKING the capstone i dont get to sit in the audience like my boy

me and my boy are going to the capstone reading for the creative writing majors today. i am not caffeinated enough for this there better be coffee

the induction went poorly because noone listened to the instructions. honors society full of idiots (we’re all probably burnt out from classes)

about to be inducted into an honors society and im scaredddd

great so mr orange just sic’ed the icicle gang on anyone suspected of being trans

at least i be writing

too depressed to get out of bed and go class. im fucking everything up im gonna fail classes

me and my buddy are gonna make an album together :)

i talked to him about it and he was like “oh i didnt know you felt that way, im sorry, i wont give her clothes from now on and i dont feel anything about her romantically” so that was really helpful

i dont like the way our boyfriend treats one of our friends but i worry im being ridiculous

blurry

waiting for our headphones to die so i can charge them for the barbecue. cuz ik its about to be noisyyy

barbecue today

tim hortons yay

i loved her, you know that? and she still sent me in there with that useless map

i told him like everything about me and im very uncomfortable with that. being a fictive is weird, man

had an anxiety attack and just made him kiss me about it /normal