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bye a bite/hi a hope

Don’t worry, everyone, the joblin thing is harmless, he’s just confused about who he is since the dracans got him first and convinced him they were the good guys,

Back to Basics

bring me down to earth where the clouds roll in and wrap my head in perspiration. Imagination’s plates rumbles the rocks like a storm of footfalls, run run for kicks and giggles, run run gigs and squiggles, hamster wheel ever rattling I’m advancing down the earth’s limestone lava miasma maze fractaling phase, earthquake keep me…

if you stare

The caricaurs all looked at me and said no, we definitely tried the lake first and a whole group of dracans fought us, that’s why we went for the town at the crack of dawn

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Pretty poetry

A story on mental health and Dissociative Identity Disorder

My stance on generative AI

Articles on autism and writing tips

Flickers of fallen people haunt this death mage