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the rosenbomb
poetry + art
january
i love this poem
hollow
i am the king baby
it occurs to me
at midnight we play war
they say time is an arrow
god why did you make me dumb
stand on the shoulders of the dead
this is a love story
i read some words
we are the bots now
it's cold
my grandmother
poets are big bags of sad
extrude me into 3D
what even is IP?
the women in my family
a wrinkle in the neck skin
breaking eggs
art is the spark
in entropy
they paved the park on Devil’s Hill
what's in a watershed
i am queen
i am the demogorgon
pour one out for me
i use the tactics of my enemy
resign me to myself
i have run out of words
half my calories come as caffeine
only cannibals allowed
february
my sugar
breathe through this little death
i am a ticking bomb
write it down
i used to sleep
so new
i did not take a path
life will slip you
these lips are loose
i asked midjourney
don't let them see
only vent when you really need to
don’t got no fucking space
it's rude
there be dragons here
i am my father's fuck ups
i wanna free you
some of us do good with calendars
i am afraid we've lost the game
the wind sings
i fall in love a hundred times a day
i learned how to be an asshole
only write ( pt 1 )
and what if ( pt 2 )
tap tap tap
irish up your coffee
eternal september comes for us all
those suitcases you carry
march
should is a cake
forgive me the mud I tracked in
words are strange tools
life is a parabola
we like trash
mother moon
i've got an electric city
superposition
life is work
love is work
i used to wake up
take me to that golden spring
when I was young
consume me
april
the royal fingers of dawn
accelerationism
we hide all day
time is the dimension
windows
the sensation of sitting still
summer
art is dead
breaking eggs
tl;dr
the rosenbomb
poetry + art
january
i love this poem
hollow
i am the king baby
it occurs to me
at midnight we play war
they say time is an arrow
god why did you make me dumb
stand on the shoulders of the dead
this is a love story
i read some words
we are the bots now
it's cold
my grandmother
poets are big bags of sad
extrude me into 3D
what even is IP?
the women in my family
a wrinkle in the neck skin
breaking eggs
art is the spark
in entropy
they paved the park on Devil’s Hill
what's in a watershed
i am queen
i am the demogorgon
pour one out for me
i use the tactics of my enemy
resign me to myself
i have run out of words
half my calories come as caffeine
only cannibals allowed
february
my sugar
breathe through this little death
i am a ticking bomb
write it down
i used to sleep
so new
i did not take a path
life will slip you
these lips are loose
i asked midjourney
don't let them see
only vent when you really need to
don’t got no fucking space
it's rude
there be dragons here
i am my father's fuck ups
i wanna free you
some of us do good with calendars
i am afraid we've lost the game
the wind sings
i fall in love a hundred times a day
i learned how to be an asshole
only write ( pt 1 )
and what if ( pt 2 )
tap tap tap
irish up your coffee
eternal september comes for us all
those suitcases you carry
march
should is a cake
forgive me the mud I tracked in
words are strange tools
life is a parabola
we like trash
mother moon
i've got an electric city
superposition
life is work
love is work
i used to wake up
take me to that golden spring
when I was young
consume me
april
the royal fingers of dawn
accelerationism
we hide all day
time is the dimension
windows
the sensation of sitting still
summer
art is dead
breaking eggs
tl;dr
More
poetry + art
january
i love this poem
hollow
i am the king baby
it occurs to me
at midnight we play war
they say time is an arrow
god why did you make me dumb
stand on the shoulders of the dead
this is a love story
i read some words
we are the bots now
it's cold
my grandmother
poets are big bags of sad
extrude me into 3D
what even is IP?
the women in my family
a wrinkle in the neck skin
breaking eggs
art is the spark
in entropy
they paved the park on Devil’s Hill
what's in a watershed
i am queen
i am the demogorgon
pour one out for me
i use the tactics of my enemy
resign me to myself
i have run out of words
half my calories come as caffeine
only cannibals allowed
february
my sugar
breathe through this little death
i am a ticking bomb
write it down
i used to sleep
so new
i did not take a path
life will slip you
these lips are loose
i asked midjourney
don't let them see
only vent when you really need to
don’t got no fucking space
it's rude
there be dragons here
i am my father's fuck ups
i wanna free you
some of us do good with calendars
i am afraid we've lost the game
the wind sings
i fall in love a hundred times a day
i learned how to be an asshole
only write ( pt 1 )
and what if ( pt 2 )
tap tap tap
irish up your coffee
eternal september comes for us all
those suitcases you carry
march
should is a cake
forgive me the mud I tracked in
words are strange tools
life is a parabola
we like trash
mother moon
i've got an electric city
superposition
life is work
love is work
i used to wake up
take me to that golden spring
when I was young
consume me
april
the royal fingers of dawn
accelerationism
we hide all day
time is the dimension
windows
the sensation of sitting still
summer
art is dead
breaking eggs
tl;dr
summer
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