I’m a queer-for-short Black American who is doing their best.
poetry
In this world I keep you in a tablet, And one ill-fitting case Sends you down the hill Your eyes blinded with no memory Of how we got there My fingertips uselessly sparking nothing On faulty plastic/glass/alloy In this world I will fix you Form-fitting, with
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We're just bringing you up to speed.
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"How do you do it?" she asked. "How do you put yourself out there like that?"
napowrimo
:)
napowrimo
Walking Without a car, I picked up my walking stick and got going. What else was there to do? That's just how we are. My parents did, my elders do, I was raised this way Whether it's leisure or what must be done. If he could
poetry
(or try– same thing)
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And remember when I said I didn't like Ghost? Well. Turns out, I hated how WordPress kept being a PITA even more!
slice of life
You ever wonder what wandering Albis think about when they have nothing better to do and actually don't feel like reminiscing or fretting over things they can't change? Ever wonder about my Roman Empires? If it isn't silly fanfic ideas, what occupies my mind?
transitioning the site and whatnot
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Everything bad you heard about WordPress is true, And despite the software fork of it, This thing has been fucking frustrating. This cobbled together thing is still mine So I forgo sleep, peace, creativity Trying every forum post and whim, With Support Desk in my inbox More than my loved
Journal (UnCat)
So I've been so stressed and focused on the negative (read: recent clusterfuck and such), that for a moment I forgot to have fun. You may have noticed that the silly, lighter posts have stopped. I also haven't done fanfic in awhile. And some feelings I
poetry
In response to someone worrying about being good or knowing how: That shit don't matter, Practice creativity Just because you can.
Raintree Ruckus
Was bitten by the Harriet the Spy writing journaling craze, hopped on the Internet, and never left.
https://raintreeruckus.com
