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Everything posted by drowntown

  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. 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
  4. afternoon capsule in ionian mode

    sodium streetlights mimic sunwarm settle wards in the wires and dark bubbles thick beyond night gusts scudding clouds warm enough to fill lungs with forest and tempt feet to sprint scale up. scale down. 6 pm black just enough for imagination who drives past dark? the shadows crowd in and evergreen fingers stretch full familiarity melts into gutters and reflective road rhinestones
  5. 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
  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. 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
  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
  11. oh lore?

    file at the end contains The Lore(tm) Prompt: something has just been summoned, and nobody has a fucking clue what to do with it or how to put it back, or what even went wrong. Current setting: Dark-ass storage closet where 2-4 friends had chalked up a summoning circle. It's suddenly very fucking cramped (thanks something), and oh shit the candles might set something on fire. What now? Ew, otherworldly hand. Right in the face. Y'all stop fucking screaming. Name: Radish (Rad) Age: Primordial Gender/Pronouns: good luck trying to keep up. stick with they/them to avoid 'i dont know what gender is but im going to try them all' confusion. Species: the demon that came out of the fucking floor Height: 5'3" Appearance: http://bit.ly/2DzOtkw Surprisingly humanoid. Blame it on chameleon capabilities, probably. Blonde hair, vaguely bluish-brown skin. Too-long sharp nails and teeth + stereotypical forked tongue, but very blue. Tall by the standards of wherever they came from, but by human standards rather short. Vows vengeance but can't change physical appearance in this dimension. Clothes resemble the uniform to a British guard at Buckingham, but in royal purple and without the silly hat. Later they probably discover the comforts of hoodies and jeans. Applicable Quirks: In literally any other scenario, Rad could unload almost any language they pleased. This good-for-nothing human dimension, however, limits them to English and Latin. At least Latin is great for spells. Quick Backstory: Underling of a hegemonic rule, they were one of the king's guards. Hey, at least it came with a nifty outfit. Weapons Abilities: Quarterstaff. Powers: Focus is an emerald in their staff, bronzed wood magically bent around it so it isn't visible. To use it, Rad's kinetic energy set is a series of martial arts steps that flow much like shadowboxing would. "Ow, FUCK." buckle up yall.docx buckle up yall.docx


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

  13. 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
  15. box block (tw past abuse)

    hello, my name is beaten (teacher, teacher, call roll last names only, please) shoes kicked off to dance floor edges one sock black one sock grey sub-basement floor to ceiling mirrors line far wall (and bare pipes line concrete hallway ceiling. to clint: that is a natural gas pipe. we are the canaries.) we face the mirrors. right jab, left jab, hook, knee. block. block. hands up, forearms pressed together. box block. hook. step, pivot, roundhouse. focus on the motion do not focus on the thing you are insuring against pair up. practice hold escapes (teacher, teacher, call roll last names only, please) he demonstrated the 'domestic violence choke' (aside, to me: what a terrible name) focus on the motion do not focus on what you are insuring against box block. twist. palm strike. try not to flinch when your classmate's cool hands touch your neck box block. twist. roundhouse.

    "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
  18. my brother: needs 1.5 glasses of water and horizontal position to swallow a pill
    me, cackling and shoving an iron pill, two vitamin D's, a vitamin C pill, & 3 lactaids into my mouth, no water: git fuckin' gud

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    2. conradbirdie


      OH MOOD but i just ate paper for fun tbh like?? chewing on shit?? sign me the fuck up??? i also distinctly remember this sweet boy in second grade who love holding my hand and giving me kisses on the cheek and the whole time i was like "??? cool, love this, but How Is This Impressing You????? let me carry you around"
      my #2 fave Impressive Move was trying to carry people and HONESTLY IT STILL IS

    3. drowntown


      oh my GOD mood my queer friends and i pick each other up in displays of strength and since im like. the shortest and willowiest out of all of them it's always great when i can pick up someone 2.5x my size dkgjsldjgsdfs

    4. conradbirdie


      literally the Whole Reason im trying to get stronger is to be able to pick more people up kdfjvjdvk- okay being able to pick up someone that much bigger than you Is A Feat, that Is Impressive, so it just goes to show: its not childish if its actually, really, sincerely neat ?


    "Dude, y'know there was like, an entire series about Gotham cops trying to kill Batman? Vigilanteism is so illegal. Hey. I said unproved." Kind of a frown. "You mean four. Four albums, actually." You're making a reeeal great 'not an emo' case here, Nick. @conradbirdie

    "Hey, I said unproved. Who says it's me? Well, a lot of people do, but who can prove it's me? Well, probably someone, but until that somebody frames me I have deniability. So. Unproved. Ha. Take that, your highness." Scraping the bottom of the paper-styrofoam hybrid bowl with his fork, Nick finished up his rice and stuck the fork in the sink and the bowl, after a little hunting, in the trash. @queenie_flower

    "While I agree with those ethics, that sounds more illegal than unproved vigilante-ism." Cracking half a grin and mockingly hoarding his bowl out of ganking range, Nick set it back down after a half second of being facetious. "Uh. I don't actually think you're a loser, I think you're an....emo." Nailed it. Victory kimchi noshing.

    "Okay, Harley, you have me beat in illegal activity. So Caenus, he's the lawhopping fugitive, not me." As per Harley's emo explanation, though, Nick's mouth fell promptly open into a D:< face. "Let me be emo in peace, alleged loser. I don't actually think you're a loser. I suck at comebacks." @conradbirdie
  23. oh lore?

    Snrk. Play nice. Deals. Honestly, Rad was just trying to avoid some faerie fishhook shit at this point, because they'd been at the tail end of that before. And trying to pull out a whole mess of metaphorical hooks to liberate yourself? It went about as well as if the hooks were literal, and sunk in their chest. "Yer soundin' a little like a fool here, boy. All stay in the circle but the minute you got excuses not to yer invitin' me into your domain. Half chance: smarter than you look. Also half chance: no idea what you're doing. 'Sides, what makes you think I wanna go back? Huh? Y'ain't know the first thing 'bout where I come from, do you?" Attempting to step out as nonthreateningly as possible, Rad's bare clawed feet tapped doglike against the concrete floor. Their staff stood at their side, and they were more than a little pissy at having to look up at their supposed captors.

    "Emo? The fuck's emo??" And oh hell, yep. Sword. "Y'all, I already almost fuckin' died once, thanks. Shit ain't fun. No murders." As soon as one was available, Nick promptly forked piping hot instant food into his mouth as a way to avoid conversation with a mouthful. Hmm. First degree burns. Delicious. "Wait, fuck the law? Who's running from the law? Did I say that? Why're you looking at me when you say that?" And to himself, ponderously, "is that what emo means?? Fuckin' criminal?" Dropping his half-full disposable bowl on the counter with the fork still stuffed in his mouth to free his hands, Nick deftly caught the Windex. Sticking his fork back in the bowl, he muttered "you dare doubt the power of anxiety cleaning?" Nick wasn't even going to touch the argument between June and Agnes, instead picking his bowl back up in place of the Windex, which he'd gone ahead and stuck on the counter. He stared into his bowl like if he didn't watch it, it'd sprout wings and a beak and bite him. Kind of feeling like retreating to a two-blanket nest with his food, Nick self-vetoed on the grounds of potential mess-making on the carpet. Not that he was prone to spills, but it felt rude. @Short_comedian@conradbirdie@queenie_flower@The Invincible Troodon

    "Oh my god?" Somehow Nick hadn't connected the dots, you know, to the AI being an AI. He would have commented on Harley's candy bar choice but the fact that his kimchi bullshit dinged in the micro and the label did, in fact, say 650 calories. "Where's the uhh forks? Can I obtain forks for the party?" Those sure were words that got said just there. Great job, Nick. @conradbirdie@Short_comedian