gently down the stream

my professor really liked this and said that it should be 'the nucleus of a chapbook' (so like 15-30 poems of the same theme that I would attempt to get published) but now I feel awkward because I think that she thinks HE DIED? but it turns out, everything will be alright! his heart recovered! the FIP meds are working!

are they… you know… [trying to die for each other while adamantly refusing to acknowledge their feelings] soulmates?

The fact this isn't a painting is a testament to one of the greatest feats of set design and production I've ever seen.

sorry i'm basic but i love the act of killing someone for the first time as a metaphor for sexual violence

loss of virginity as a social construct representing the loss of innocence, phallic weapons penetrating flesh and being withdrawn stained with blood, guilt manifesting as a feeling of uncleanliness that can't be washed away, the cultural associations of both your first kill and first sexual encounter with achieving manhood/maturity, hesitation or refusal to participate being met with coercion and mockery. you know what it is.

once I snorted a fat line of nuance and everything started depending. watch out

we gotta make writing fic uncool again to remove the incentive to use AI to cheat at it/clout-farm and brother, I've been working at this noble goal for years

they need to come up with more words like necrosis and miasma and mausoleum and cadaver and morose and decrepit and stuff like that just so metal bands can expand their vocabulary