It's my birthday. I feel grim & decrepit. I want my mouth to emit spindly, quick-melting ice structures with every noise: tiny diamonds with my breath, mazily interwoven sculptures when I attempt a tonally veering sprawl of a pronouncement & start laughing before I can finish.

Advising PAFA to comb their contracts for loopholes that'll let them retain the shadows of Rina Banerjee's sculptures when their casters are returned.

If I ever allow the city to synecdochically penetrate & exsanguinate me as the year begins, I'll also ask that you let me play it off as a slip, if only for insurance purposes.

The bollard-of-the-woods mushroom, beyond rare, can be sold to wan city boy chefs with raw mouths & recherchées clienteles for four figures, cash-in-hand.

We found a cicada in the ashes as we cleared the hearth. The holly is laden with fruit, & the hibiscus, which may be substituted for frangipani in my propitiation, is blooming.

You wade into it & keep wading & the leaves become more like tongues & keep wading & sweat & they're leaves again & the light's changing & keep wading &

Definitely one of the easier & more palatable posited methods of homunculi-formation, though I suppose it would necessitate some form of birth.
(from William Newman's The Homunculus and His Forebears)

one taloned foot digging for traction as she's buffeted back towards the creek, wings above madly shoving at the air behind her

Everything's lit and I can hear child-riotousness in the distance.

Still true despite my having been given a couple of very nice bracelets in the intervening 6 years.

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Eldritch Café

Une instance se voulant accueillante pour les personnes queers, féministes et anarchistes ainsi que pour leurs sympathisant·e·s. Nous sommes principalement francophones, mais vous êtes les bienvenu·e·s quelque soit votre langue.