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Margeaux (is probably reading)

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Margeaux (is probably reading)

@margeaux.dev

I wanna quote skeet it but, alas, the number of reskeets sit at the “number of man”

Image of The Onion article regarding Cheney’s VP library in Hades with the re-skeets sitting at a chill 666.

November 5, 2025 at 11:08 AM

Margeaux (is probably reading)

@margeaux.dev

drive

thrumming deep in my core,
pulsing, every cell awake
faintly humming whispers
to go
to do
to be
to shine
to burn
flames so bright, so hot
not even ashes remain

August 8, 2025 at 1:39 AM

Margeaux (is probably reading)

@margeaux.dev

screenshot of the poem greed: i have known days without food,
days where i ate thanks to the popcorn machine at work, thanks to a shift meal
but i’ve never known starvation

this is forced starvation, imposed starvation, sanctioned starvation
of children
you venally sick, detestable fucks

food thrown away
food left to rot, never delivered
in service to the greed of powerful men
aid blocked from arriving
in service to the hatred of powerful men

no matter the breadth of land you take,
the buildings branded with the tawdry foil of your name

your legacy will always and forever be
tortured, starving children you slowly, cruelly slaughtered

we will never forget

July 28, 2025 at 12:16 PM

Margeaux (is probably reading)

@margeaux.dev

my given name is
petrichor. i hold thunder
by a filament

May 27, 2025 at 11:35 AM

Margeaux (is probably reading)

@margeaux.dev

haiku screenshot in Obsidian of the following poem:

the chickens returned
mottled white and oil slick tufts
scattered calling cards

April 13, 2025 at 3:04 PM

Margeaux (is probably reading)

@margeaux.dev

Some thoughts

Though you take my rights you shall never take my will

Though you take my speech you will never silence me

Though you take my freedoms you will never have my liberation

I am as wild as the wave, unfettered as the wind, sturdy as the earth, eternal as the flame

I shall burn brightly, fiercely, joyfully and unafraid

January 22, 2025 at 2:21 AM

Margeaux (is probably reading)

@margeaux.dev

Telling my kids this was Lestat

Photo of Elon Space Karen Musk, wearing an emo brunette wig. He is dressed as in some colonizer looking leather(?) attire with a sign that is red white and blue with LIBERTY printed on it.

January 11, 2025 at 1:33 AM

Margeaux (is probably reading)

@margeaux.dev

It’s full of stars

$Points of refracted light that resemble stars and ribbons of rainbow light on my ceiling with my horizontal monitor peeking up over the lower right corner of the shot.$

January 10, 2025 at 5:34 PM

Margeaux (is probably reading)

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Spangles of light

$Spangles of light refracted from the morning sun onto a white ceiling, a silver wood framed mirror and dark grey wall.$

January 9, 2025 at 1:26 PM

Margeaux (is probably reading)

@margeaux.dev

I string together random objects via made up languages that support the made up languages used to take what look like aura pix Earth

A writing prompt that says: Poorly explain what you do for a job in white text on a black background.

December 30, 2024 at 9:32 PM

Margeaux (is probably reading)

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November 10, 2024 at 9:23 PM

Margeaux (is probably reading)

@margeaux.dev

tiny spiked dervishes freed with each tug
float aggressively,

dried to the point of sullen piercings

fingers, sky-clad on stubborn verdant knots, vermillion trails in their wake

radiant stone underfoot in a dust-tinged breeze,

sage lingering on my tongue

I turn

#authors
#poetry

Hand written poem on lined paper with gold and green doodles in the margin

August 27, 2024 at 5:49 PM

Margeaux (is probably reading)

@margeaux.dev

stifling, a drenched blanket full of smothers

acrid taste of asphalt frying wrapped in the tang of metal-baked paint jobs

there is nothing sultry in this heat
it does not evoke ease nor summon languidly

consuming air greedily as a flame,

it swelters, chokes
it burns

#poetry