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Kea
@keafolly.bsky.social
A silly little goose.
I'm making a cake.
A marble cake in a Bundt.
I hope it comes out.
June 19, 2025 at 11:00 PM
The (*my) problem is
Slipping back into habits
Is very easy.
May 28, 2025 at 9:46 AM
I have been working on a painting for a few months and now that it is finished I am sad.
March 17, 2025 at 2:33 AM
Oh man I am so cold
March 1, 2025 at 4:59 AM
A moment, stillness.
Too brief, but so exquisite.
I breathe without pain.
March 1, 2025 at 2:22 AM
Your face is hurting
Your cheekbones are all broken
A paste still remains.

#migraine
March 1, 2025 at 2:18 AM
Do you think your bones
Are swelling against your flesh
A tide breaking free.
March 1, 2025 at 2:17 AM
Is it the face bones
Enlarging and conniving
Within your meat suit?
March 1, 2025 at 2:15 AM
What is a migraine?
Is it the bones in your skull
Trying to burst out?
March 1, 2025 at 2:12 AM
My eyelids, heavy
Pushed down by sunken forehead
A fog, a darkness.
February 27, 2025 at 10:25 PM
Fingers will tingle
Those shakes in your hands catch eyes
Arms will jerk, dancing.
February 27, 2025 at 8:31 AM
End of the summer
Remembering an old friend
Who loved this season.
February 23, 2025 at 3:31 AM
February 22, 2025 at 12:10 AM
Surrounded by plants
Beautiful flowers, small trees
Abundance of weeds.
February 22, 2025 at 12:09 AM
Sunshine heating skin
Air pressure plummets, cold rain
Thunder breaks silence.
February 21, 2025 at 9:14 AM
Happy Waitangi Day
I like @keafolly.bsky.social’s theory that Luxon can’t go to Waitangi in case they mistake him for a potato and throw him in the hāngi
February 5, 2025 at 8:17 PM
Have you been reading
Your Sixty dollar bibles
(Needles redacted).
February 5, 2025 at 8:37 AM
I will smite these ants!
And upon their hill remains
Rise a piece of shit.
February 5, 2025 at 8:35 AM
The old king vomits
An ugly speech; corruption.
The world watches, shocked.
February 5, 2025 at 8:33 AM
Can't believe my unhinged migraine haikus did not go viral overnight
January 31, 2025 at 3:54 AM
How much, exactly,
Does this organ lay attached
To its bony home?
January 30, 2025 at 8:07 AM
Following the air
So sweetly breathed in, but lost?
When will it reach home.
January 30, 2025 at 7:57 AM
Inside, sadly found
Rather than a brain, a man
A tiny mad fool.
January 30, 2025 at 7:56 AM
Were we to open
Would we find a moth, pressed flat,
Amongst its cruel waves?
January 30, 2025 at 7:54 AM
Nothing will sooth it
But a gentle cool bathing
Apart from its bones.
January 30, 2025 at 7:51 AM