fulmināre

you can stay indoors all day when the sun is out, and sometimes it's nice like a cool draught from a tranquil spring, but watch out because if you stay indoors for two days in a row while the sun is out you start doing odd gothic literature things, stalking the halls and passages and muttering to yourself and parting the blinds to gaze down at your neighbours with a haunted look before turning away to contemplate your mannequins #yourmannequins. three days and you're basically fucked. you have to throw a towel over your head to scurry as far as the store for milk and people jeer at you like frankenstein's monster.

so ummm welcome to my textual tradition:) lemme show you around! theres some holes poked in the beginning but that's okay, theres some contextual questions to discourse, and ive even got a papyrus fragment! #myfragment

- Kaveh Akbar, “Forfeiting My Mystique”

tired of cannibalism as a metaphor for love or sex. can we get into cannibalism as a metaphor for colonization.

definitely not locked in. but not really locked out either. as that would imply a sort of freedom

let me get what I want please please please

wait. turns out that sometimes even when I get what I want it’s not enough

theyre going to shoot me out back tomorrow and i will enjoy it

imagine hating me and it’s just me in my room evil and mean and deserving of your loath

maybe i am normal just in a new and marvelous sort of way