wanna be gay poet

me @ 10

I’ve been attempting to write more poems. Currently they are locked away in my notes app like a secret black book. It’s the type of book you find and say wow this is trash. Not one poem about giant anime breasts. I might post some of these poems. (Not the anime ones but actual poems. Actual poems but not about wifu boobs.)

I want to pretend I’m a writer. It sounds fun. Cosplay as a writer. I could wear sweaters that say “yeah I’m working on a manuscript and I’m on an edible.” The idea of writing for a job does sound incredibly hard. You now have to deal with ai slop and onlyfans ass and all the reels. I can’t stop scrolling on the reels where the lady does a voice over with food that belongs in one of the circles of hell. Getting someone to pay attention to some writing let alone a poem feels so fucking hard.

It also sounds fun to do as a hobby. Please someone read my funny article about someone horny about mining. No, he doesn’t know the least bit about how to mine or what goes into it but he gets super hard over the conservative American image of it. I did start writing that a little but I usually never finish my weird me trying to be funny stories. It’s almost like when I do write weird she it’s cause I’m bleeding out how dumb the actual world is.

Did you hear that JFK JR asked Measles to marry? She said yes.

Trump did a pump and dump? Me too! Me too!

I have so many dumb ideas that probably don’t work. Anyways, I’m going back to pretend I’m a writer now. If someone asks what I’ve written I’ll just show them my notes app and whisper “meet me on tumblr.”

In the pink