🟨⬜️ K. A. Parden 🟪⬛️
@kapardenauthor.bsky.social
19 y/o novelist of “apocalyptic fiction”, they/them, self-published (for now)
Buy my newest book: https://a.co/d/eRNkvQi
Buy my newest book: https://a.co/d/eRNkvQi
WHY I WANT TO FUCK DONALD TRUMP (4)
Never a member ever.
Let me in, or you’ll be late.
He watches from a solar throne of excessive pornography.
My libido is a serial killer.
Actresses look best when their flesh is mangled with their cars.
You look like someone a boy can trust.
I love you.
Never a member ever.
Let me in, or you’ll be late.
He watches from a solar throne of excessive pornography.
My libido is a serial killer.
Actresses look best when their flesh is mangled with their cars.
You look like someone a boy can trust.
I love you.
January 19, 2026 at 6:58 AM
WHY I WANT TO FUCK DONALD TRUMP (4)
Never a member ever.
Let me in, or you’ll be late.
He watches from a solar throne of excessive pornography.
My libido is a serial killer.
Actresses look best when their flesh is mangled with their cars.
You look like someone a boy can trust.
I love you.
Never a member ever.
Let me in, or you’ll be late.
He watches from a solar throne of excessive pornography.
My libido is a serial killer.
Actresses look best when their flesh is mangled with their cars.
You look like someone a boy can trust.
I love you.
WHY I WANT TO FUCK DONALD TRUMP (3)
I am the infant you cast aside in so many different exospheres.
Flayed monkeys hanging from my chandelier. I’ll never remember what it was like to be happy.
I want to indulge in entropy
I’m beginning to find myself increasingly attracted to butchers in suits
I am the infant you cast aside in so many different exospheres.
Flayed monkeys hanging from my chandelier. I’ll never remember what it was like to be happy.
I want to indulge in entropy
I’m beginning to find myself increasingly attracted to butchers in suits
January 19, 2026 at 6:58 AM
WHY I WANT TO FUCK DONALD TRUMP (3)
I am the infant you cast aside in so many different exospheres.
Flayed monkeys hanging from my chandelier. I’ll never remember what it was like to be happy.
I want to indulge in entropy
I’m beginning to find myself increasingly attracted to butchers in suits
I am the infant you cast aside in so many different exospheres.
Flayed monkeys hanging from my chandelier. I’ll never remember what it was like to be happy.
I want to indulge in entropy
I’m beginning to find myself increasingly attracted to butchers in suits
WHY I WANT TO FUCK DONALD TRUMP (2)
I think I’m going to sever the umbilical cord at the gates of dusk.
Someone whispers from my necrotized toilet bowl.
The cousin hung herself last week, I thought I told you this already.
No one you know is free of sin.
Let Poppy cleanse you in filth.
I think I’m going to sever the umbilical cord at the gates of dusk.
Someone whispers from my necrotized toilet bowl.
The cousin hung herself last week, I thought I told you this already.
No one you know is free of sin.
Let Poppy cleanse you in filth.
January 19, 2026 at 6:58 AM
WHY I WANT TO FUCK DONALD TRUMP (2)
I think I’m going to sever the umbilical cord at the gates of dusk.
Someone whispers from my necrotized toilet bowl.
The cousin hung herself last week, I thought I told you this already.
No one you know is free of sin.
Let Poppy cleanse you in filth.
I think I’m going to sever the umbilical cord at the gates of dusk.
Someone whispers from my necrotized toilet bowl.
The cousin hung herself last week, I thought I told you this already.
No one you know is free of sin.
Let Poppy cleanse you in filth.