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A short draft from a world where trees rule the earth and provide ecosystems for strange things like sunflowers to live in. Might continue this one.

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Romantic writing of a draft; a short story about a boy who falls in love with an old stone courtyard that feels the exact opposite way. More personifying of buildings in this one but this specific draft focuses on the kid himself.

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Drafts & small characterizations for two OCs I have planned out for a rodeo clown western. I wanted to have both characters walk by the same area & have different perspectives on what they see & don't see.

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A poem about the glory & freedoms of the ink. A world without consequence, & those who deny it.

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Præy upon your gods.

A very powerful phrase turned poem. Very closely related to my own ideological/romantic/theological beliefs. I was very angry when I wrote this but not as angry as when I wrote the next poem in line.

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Ah, yes.

The very first page my hammers have struck- No, Tom's hammers. I named the typewriter Tom, after the dead poet. occasional rhyming, quotes, and sloppy stream of consciousness writing. A few good drafts for poems I've worked on since then, especially the Louis Carol esq, "Bagalagakooloo".

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This was something I wrote as a sequel to two other stories as part of project where I would read poems and stories in a slightly more feminine voice with forest/rain ambience and a cassette effect on my voice.

I would read poems of dark & joyful nature but mostly stories about kids getting swallowed by a hole in their closet wall or being forced to balance on a tower for the rest of time because of a small mistake they've made.

Those type of stories resonate with an abstract/unknowable emotion inside of me... Romantic. I think that's the word. A romantic feeling.

Anyway, the prose is meant to be disturbing.

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I don't know what this is or who these are. I might write about them again, maybe not. It was a good exercise in a few things, like using quotation marks in a more comfortable manner, or writing chemistry between characters.

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An abstraction of a close traumatic experience I had. My mind tend to abstract things, so I abstract them for others. If I put out this experience, these thoughts, in a raw and abject form; they would terrify people to the point of {X} just to end me.

This felt good to write. Mind the pelling errors.

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Another bit of writing about a sentient house. This time a bit more emphasis on the setting. I might go all out one of these days. Publish a series of short stories about 3 houses, maybe one of them can be an apartment building.

Siramik is the name of an old OC.

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A short spatter of an idea. A small clown family in the ordinary world dealing with the cartoonish influence that follows them.

I hammered this on the page a while ago only to now realize that the ears of a bookdog (bookbag dog) would be the straps of the bag arched upward.

I drew it somewhere, I just have to find it.

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Did you know that tumblr has a queue feature?

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Six, short stream of consciousness poems to make up for all of the spatter days I've missed. Lately, I've been having sporadic & random thoughts about ink; drinking, tasting, touching, smelling, even feeling the cold sticky black crawl through my veins.

"Saints don't get to die." Is a strange saying I heard once or twice but I can't yet remember whence from. Like, maybe a dream or something?

Recently I had a dream where I killed copies of my self with an axe. It was very satisfying because it was like a video game in the way I swung the same way with one arm, the way I came apart into limbs that would fade away after a few seconds, & the stock grunting sound effects.

These are most likely normal thoughts, for me at least.

I have work in the morning.

Have a good night.

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I missed two weeks of upload dates. How terrible!

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SPILL FORTH

INK MORE

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Three Short Poems

I tend to write in bursts and sometimes these burst come in quick succession with concepts that I just absolutely have to bruise a good page with.

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Pickerbush Ln. (Draft)

Getting a bit more vague with this one, bringing in more story time elements.

(I'll post again on Wednesday)