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  1. tw suicide mention

    you dont see my problems til i hit rock bottom please listen with your ear to the road for what you are missing for old world war code and when you hear the train come please dont be a hero just tuck tail and run i can tell you with absolute certainty that your responsibility is not to hold me up or to help me cope dont tell me my own fragility just hand me this weeks horoscope no ifs ands or buts if i cant find myself there let me sink cortical quicksand of my own design dont save me from it please laissez faire it i will end in my own pen well's ink i can swear to you there is nothing you can repair just tuck tail and run just dont forget me when you are done i can listen with my ear to the road and wait for the last train to come with my head on the rails my own jury executioner and pearl judicial scale if i wont save myself at least tell me youll save yourself
  2. current events (chapbook)

    oh my gosh.... (proud of u for making ur deadline btw <3) my absolute favorite lines:
  3. hey logan drowntown, cicada's Not Letting Me Like All Your New Stuff so as a general note: ho ly s h i t i love your word choice + rhythm so much, ur like. What I Aspire To Get To In Poetry Skill. thanks for sharing your work with all of us, dude!

    1. drowntown


      o h my god....thank u so much dude.... ;w; im so flattered esp since thats all my Writers Block Bullshit im posting

      ive been trying to get back into my original poetic voice/style and i....cant...ugh im so glad u like what im doing tho <3 <3

    2. conradbirdie


      of course, dude!! holy shit thats ur writers block stuff, though?? obviously i wish u luck finding ur groove again but w h o a thats some quality stuff rn, too!!

  4. afternoon capsule in ionian mode

    @Ainm oh my god THANK YOU sdkgjdfs botts' dots sounds like candy but the raised pavement markers are the Aesthetic i was thinking about there are rumble strips on the winding foothill roads by where i live, meant to startle drivers into focus incidentally, where they're bordered by the cliff, dry bouquets pepper the guard rail
  5. click through rgb-illuminated surf's up and tenebrous excavation/casket deities hop cortical tripwire misplaced funeral flyers, andy andy andy andy brainspace offers memorial page made of cut short crossed genetic wires begetting lung cancer end and focal pins + needles sit by eye corner, read halfhearted site-down-404-not-found art imitating life in death
  6. car key waltz (tw past abuse)

    rapping knuckles, jingle knocking pound on heaven's door rapping knuckles, keys bite his fist held fragile wrist bone like a toy he's unafraid to break let go pound on heaven's door you catholic, what good deed warranted this let go rapping knuckles, hard, keys draw blood i know better than to struggle what good deed? you catholic, you casual let go keys rapping knuckles fist held fast made hand numb and blue save for key blood let go bus stop deserted and rainy sharper key rapping knuckles retribute hard-stomped toes this linebacker, 215 wrestling class my phone screen-shatterer let go head locked.
  7. mallory

    ramrod shoulders slump low all verve spent like silver dollars give me duplicate van gogh (to art teacher: put yourself away with your paintbrushes and stiffen yourself with color) shaking fingers charcoal caught 9.5's the best you can hope for you're more than this but you forgot
  8. anyways i got home from a poetry reading an hour or so ago and i still find it objectively hilarious that one of my online classmates who has never met me in person recognized me via art style dskgjkdjgs

    like this dude mentally compared my pixelly as fuck Canvas profile picture with my equally shitty doodle and went 'oh yeah thats logan for sURE'

    he continued to compliment my poetry + art and then roast me for posting to the class discussion board 3 minutes past 12am, the due date sdkgjsdfjsdkfjs


    "Insert obvious Hal 9000 joke here. (Hal deserved better. I have lots of feelings about this.)" Watching Harley's hands at the wires intently, it took Nick an embarrassingly long moment to realize that all this talk of voice and appearance probably meant Four didn't have eyes. Or, anything that served as eyes. Man, Nick had feelings about robots. Wondering if the AI felt claustrophobic in that little body, unable to see or touch or breathe, Nick missed a lot of the conversation simply studying the surface of Unit Four's chassis, silently twiddling his thumbs. He wondered if Four was connected to the internet, or if connecting was what crashed them. Or, he inferred that Four crashed. Something. "They hook up to webcams?" Speaking up completely out of context and for the first time in approximately a hot minute, it's possible nobody would fucking know what Nick was talking about. "Unit Four, I mean." @conradbirdie
  10. oh lore?

    Radish's comprehension of the English language had alerted them the minute they spoke their name aloud that they shared it with a fucking tuber. God damn it. At least it wasn't their True name; these blithering humans seemed content to toss theirs around like paper confetti. "Voss. Nik." Rolling the names around in their mouth, Rad's eyebrows knitted slightly. Nik's name felt incomplete. Damn. "Because I'm not on top of the food chain, duh." Snorting steam as they followed barefooted somewhat behind the two humans, they kinda stopped for a hot minute because seriously, fuck the cold. Safe distance away, Radish swung their staff about in a seemingly nonsensical fashion, hoodie loose and too big in the wind chill. "Vilis off personalis frigus aeris." With a final stab of the staff into the ground, given nobody attempted to stop their intimidating display, a whiskey-colored hum enveloped their body for perhaps three total seconds before perking up substantially. "Much fucking better. Ain't'cher wards gonna zap me 'fore I get in? Dunno 'bout you, but I'm pretty damn sure my majyykal signature ain't human." God dammit, Radish. Just say 'magic' right for once in your life. @queenie_flower@conradbirdie


    ((additionally: @ coffee house poetry friendo make an account u fool

  12. oh lore?

    "Refraining from eatin' your fingers is good enough terms and conditions for me. Deal." Rad snapped their fingers more for dramatic effect than anything else, sparks flying in a showy display. "The pact is sealed," they added in a spooky voice just for shits and giggles; the magical undertone was absent and thus they weren't actually going to rope this tall-ass human into a contract. Wiggling into the hoodie with one hand always on their staff (their head popped through the collar fast, as if they were wary of some trap), they tried to refrain their footsteps from clicking across the concrete. "Th' name's Radish. An' my dimension's better than yours in every way, so 'course it ain't this fucking cold." @conradbirdie

    Rolling his eyes, he mumbled "I said unproved literally like six times, guys. Unproved vigilanteism. Which means it may or may not have been me. Can neither conclusively confirm nor deny." Stepping forward to crouch next to Harley and kinda wave at Unit Four, Nick sank eventually into something crosslegged. "Hi. I'm Nick. 'Sup." Aside, to Harley, but not really: "I'm not emo, you fuck." @conradbirdie@Short_comedian

    "Oh my god. I mean, mood. Sans superpowers." Nick mimicked Harley's movements, dinner plate eyes watching Four inquisitively. "Whoa, shit, hi. What am I explaining? Because I'm gonna make it clear right the fuck now that if I'm explaining myself, in general, I have no sense of identity at all. So. No dice there, pal." Wiggling his phone, though, the screen rotated distressingly because the screen lock was off but fairly clearly on the screen was some emo bullshit. "Music? Bluetooth?" @conradbirdie

    "You callin' Spiderman normal? Kid got bit by a radioactive arachnid??" Nick snorted, cocking his head as Harley got close. "Of course I have all four, what do you take me for? Free, too. Ripped 'em from YouTube. Add that to the list of unproved criminal activity, m'dude." Chuckling, he pulled out his old-ass first-gen Moto. "Takes up half the space on this thing. You got Bluetooth? We can share pirated spoils." Letting the 'emo completion' comment go with a shake of his head, Nick felt super gay in this Chili's tonight. @conradbirdie