(bugs of my childhood + something i titled in sims for an author sim. the muse keeps chugging my tea. she also doesn’t fucking exist so i have to do this all myself while half asleep even as my tea disappears.)
Source: www.deviantart.com/art/She-Has-Her-Sources-113515422 but the artist seems to have abandoned her account.
Tender dawn opens over the sky
a curtain of gossamer as thick as gold
a silk worm’s blood
Thinkin’ bout little lightning bugs that dominated summer, the light show circus go on to find better jobs
(caged in bottles)
only the determined light the grass and the walls in the heat of a sleeping sun.
but despite their hard work there
just aren’t enough
to fight the heated lanterns.
to fight outtrick the light.
Thinkin’ bout monarch caterpillars, dark and mottled and wide
of a caterpillar, harmless
walls are warm, and sterile
so I threw them out of school so they wouldn’t die starving
Thinkin’ bout dead ladybugs and beating little wings like glittering fire on carpet and on stone and uncomfortable steps and no fear just exasperation.
why you gotta get yourself killed like that. suffocate yourselves
suffocate each other
The nine-spotted moth crashes into grass-studded rock,
antenna bent and wings spread.
Money is importante. Especially now that we have a republican government that will work to keep private industries private and halt the de-privatization of industries that were heading that direction. You’ll need moolah for those days both life and government will overlap in being very unkind. Like a painful menage a tois. FYI, this is probably not a time where you should be stimulating the economy, for your own sake. Read More
If you’re anything like me, you probably start the day off like this.
Peep the link if you like adorableness.
So today we’re going to work on a breathing exercise.
sat down with cold tea
wrote some cover letters why
does no one want me
– basically a kigo, ne?
Do you need whisky like I do? Check these out. Also Tomatin, because it’s cheaper than all of these I’m pretty sure while not being as harsh as Dewars.
my favorite music is the kind that plunges you into the water and forces me through a tunnel,
funneling you into a pool of sharded light that opens up for only me
broken and splintered in parts, and threatening to fall apart on you, but holding itself
together for my flight
or your descent
or my descent
and lifts you by the chest
to throw me into the ground.