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I should probably post an introduction to pin on my profile but at this point I'm just like "pls support your local magpie poet, she likes ramen and eggs and shiny things and will give you words in return."

Also

"Eater of hearts currently rebuilding her empire of mugs in a non disclosed location that is no longer London."

Or maybe just.

"Tired poet does words for you whether you like them or not. Is soft please don't startle."

Yeah that'll do.

We're collecting clothing and bedding and stuff locally, but if you'd like to chuck a dollar or two her way, you can donate to my PayPal and I'll collect it all and pass it to her;

www.paypal.me/delsdoodles

<3

The ex boyfriend has been caught and arrested, too.

Anyway, friend posted about it in a local group and some racist white dude (of course) asswipe responded with the following; (cont)

hey artists, as much as i appreciate your generosity, please please please please PLEASE don't send a full art file to someone until they have ***paid you.*** relying on the good will of others is admirable but also not the smartest move. there have been like 3 artists i've worked with the past couple of months that have sent me high-res versions of my art and an invoice after the fact. nothing would stop a shittier person from never paying you!!! get your 💰 before you send the final product!!

I recorded my poem "If I had a lover" soundcloud.com/croxus-2/lover

If I had a lover I would invent a language for her...

I recorded my poem "If I had a lover" soundcloud.com/croxus-2/lover

If I had a lover I would invent a language for her...

3rd poem for March up on Patreon.

patreon.com/posts/25475908

Sweet Pickings.

I am 3 USD away from 4 poems a month uploaded.

Finished a new poetry mini zine. It's a collection of thoughts on love (of any kind), mental health and resilience. It's my most personal work yet.
I'm mostly making zines for fun / trades but i'm also taking pay-what-you-can donnations (PayPal) if you just want it shipped to you. Thanks a lot ✨
Boosts appreciated
#mastoart

TW Assault of someone else mentioned in the poem

Lydia makes harsh noise wall and dark ambient and ugly beautiful noises that makes you feel like your spine is being chewed on by things that crawl out of the city gutters.

cybercrud.bandcamp.com/album/d

I listened to this and I wrote something ugly about bad summer memories.

TW Assault of someone else mentioned in the poem

Lydia makes harsh noise wall and dark ambient and ugly beautiful noises that makes you feel like your spine is being chewed on by things that crawl out of the city gutters.

cybercrud.bandcamp.com/album/d

I listened to this and I wrote something ugly about bad summer memories.

I read the tube lines in a palm.
I read the divination of a spilled bin bag. I know these city foxes like I know
myself, we're eating things that are bad for us,
we're howling at people who are always leaving.
The city rests on top of a promise of better things,
and I.

I read the tube lines in a palm.
I read the divination of a spilled bin bag. I know these city foxes like I know
myself, we're eating things that are bad for us,
we're howling at people who are always leaving.
The city rests on top of a promise of better things,
and I.

I keep smelling a bonfire or a fire or something, it is snowing outside and I am confused at what March is offering here. But at the same time I want to go outside and find the fire.
and press myself up against it. It is probably the upstairs neighbour with the heavy footfalls and
I am jealous
of the man who gets to both have presence and fire. No body hears my footfalls apart from the worms and even then they have to strain.
I am so light now.
And nothing burns here.

Idk, maybe I'll put people off and maybe a lot of it is just cringing at teenage shenanigans but Emo was the least flattering of the teenage trends going on at the time. Emo was just like "fuck it idk I like skulls and stars and obscuring my silhouette with cross patterns and hair in my eyes"

fun fact, my trousers were constantly falling down. If only there was something I could do to prevent it...

Kids today: I wish I was a teenager in the early 00s so I could rock the emo/goth look.

Me, an actual 89 born person: IT WASN'T A GREAT LOOK FOR MOST OF US.

Bʟᴇssᴇᴅ ᴀʀᴇ ᴛʜᴏsᴇ ᴡʜᴏ sᴇᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ ᴇʏᴇs
Wɪsᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ᴛʜᴏsᴇ ᴡʜᴏ ғᴇʀᴛɪʟɪᴢᴇ
Fᴏᴏʟɪsʜ ᴀʀᴇ ᴛʜᴏsᴇ ᴡʜᴏ ɪᴅᴏʟɪᴢᴇ
Dᴀᴍɴᴇᴅ ᴀʀᴇ ᴛʜᴏsᴇ ᴡʜᴏ ᴄᴏʟᴏɴɪᴢᴇ

I create Gods when I’m bored,
just yesterday I found a God in the bargain bin at work.
I named him Enticement and set him loose.
He’s back to beg at my desk today.
I have a pantheon between my ribs,
they bang their hands on the cage.
A religion of half made promises by my feet,
they drag my heels.
And every time we talk,
Imminence rears her head from my hollow tooth and demands sacrifice.
Of course it’s me.
The rock, the knife, the holy books,
the faith,
the blasphemy.

I have pinned the posts about myself.

Now you know me.

I don't know what you're supposed to do with this information.

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