the blood remembers
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It’s a little unnerving how beautiful you are. Wars were fought over less. But your songs would’ve ended them—and none of them had your wit, your brushstrokes. Or your cool shirts.
July 2, 2025 at 6:29 PM
It’s a little unnerving how beautiful you are. Wars were fought over less. But your songs would’ve ended them—and none of them had your wit, your brushstrokes. Or your cool shirts.
There must be a story attached to this comment. Can we share a story time?
July 1, 2025 at 2:06 AM
There must be a story attached to this comment. Can we share a story time?
Thank you. I love your poetry, so that means a lot
June 9, 2025 at 10:25 PM
Thank you. I love your poetry, so that means a lot
Accurate. Not always, but the mileage varies.
June 7, 2025 at 1:02 AM
Accurate. Not always, but the mileage varies.
Also, I don’t need credit—just keep making beautiful, thought-provoking music. I hope I get to see you live someday.
June 1, 2025 at 12:45 AM
Also, I don’t need credit—just keep making beautiful, thought-provoking music. I hope I get to see you live someday.
That would be a beautiful bit of cross-pollination. You’re already such a steady influence on my work—always on rotation when I’m deep in my screenplay. Truly, it’d be an honor.
June 1, 2025 at 12:28 AM
That would be a beautiful bit of cross-pollination. You’re already such a steady influence on my work—always on rotation when I’m deep in my screenplay. Truly, it’d be an honor.
In that case, it was: glitch-glam postcards from Anaïs Nin in lace, leather, and cowboy boots? yes, please. this feels like dream-haze erotica built from the brick of a sensual memory archive.
May 31, 2025 at 2:03 AM
In that case, it was: glitch-glam postcards from Anaïs Nin in lace, leather, and cowboy boots? yes, please. this feels like dream-haze erotica built from the brick of a sensual memory archive.
To be fair, it was your of. I write the odd screenplay with drag clowns too, but this is my mostly anonymous kink poetry shit-posting profile.
May 31, 2025 at 1:40 AM
To be fair, it was your of. I write the odd screenplay with drag clowns too, but this is my mostly anonymous kink poetry shit-posting profile.
It's actually part of a longer poem.
Also, I messaged you this somewhere else, "glitch-glam postcards from Anaïs Nin in lace, leather, and cowboy boots? yes, please." That's what made me think to write this, honestly.
Also, I messaged you this somewhere else, "glitch-glam postcards from Anaïs Nin in lace, leather, and cowboy boots? yes, please." That's what made me think to write this, honestly.
May 31, 2025 at 1:28 AM
It's actually part of a longer poem.
Also, I messaged you this somewhere else, "glitch-glam postcards from Anaïs Nin in lace, leather, and cowboy boots? yes, please." That's what made me think to write this, honestly.
Also, I messaged you this somewhere else, "glitch-glam postcards from Anaïs Nin in lace, leather, and cowboy boots? yes, please." That's what made me think to write this, honestly.
I did. Yes, been a fan for a bit.
May 31, 2025 at 1:16 AM
I did. Yes, been a fan for a bit.
one can do worse than floki.
May 30, 2025 at 3:27 AM
one can do worse than floki.
I'm absolutely in love with that tattoo.
May 27, 2025 at 6:18 PM
I'm absolutely in love with that tattoo.
Thank you so much for your reply. I enjoyed your work.
May 26, 2025 at 11:25 PM
Thank you so much for your reply. I enjoyed your work.
Consorted with the devil. It's generative using ai and meticulous prompting.
May 25, 2025 at 11:54 PM
Consorted with the devil. It's generative using ai and meticulous prompting.
This is one of those situations where the question is the answer.
May 19, 2025 at 8:53 PM
This is one of those situations where the question is the answer.
Front. The world itself is too ugly not to see your face.
May 19, 2025 at 8:03 PM
Front. The world itself is too ugly not to see your face.