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This mind was a pantheon once, and sometimes I miss it still…
Inspired by my poem “samson”, which appears in my zine field notes from a colder time. -Allēna
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I watched several seasons of Scandal and I just have this shit meme I cooked up to show for it.
Killing God with my middle finger and a loyal crew >>>> being an old money socialite turned politician any day. -Allēna
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Still sick.
Coughing up a lung every so often. I am probably gonna nap for a bit here shortly. -Allēna
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Still sick.
Coughing up a lung every so often. I am probably gonna nap for a bit here shortly. -Allēna
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Slow day today.
Both Emerson and Zelda are at work, so I’m alone for now and trying to rest and catch up on things. I feel like I should be doing more, but I’m not sure what I should be doing, plus I’m still trying to get over this blasted cold to boot. Maybe I’ll take a nap…
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On one liners.
Emerson and I ran the poetry workshop today and did a round of the poetry TTRPG for the prompt. Unfortunately I was dice cursed and rolled 1 stanza, one line. My favorite result was this: “home is a circle when you live in my head”. -Allēna
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Watching movies with Emerson.
Currently we’re watching the first Spy Kids, and it’s every bit as unhinged as I remember… -Allēna
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Just re-watched Only Lovers Left Alive buried under a pile of blankets.
Eight watched it with his ex Leigh when he fucked off to Madison, WI for eight months by mistake once, it was one of her favorite movies. Leigh was a hottttt mess, but she had great taste in movies for some reason, and Only Lovers is no exception. It’s a Jim Jarmusch film and every…
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I think I’m getting sick..
My throat has been sore for days and I have a cough. So it’s back to sleep for me. Goodnight.. -Allēna
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Here’s a poetry performance from the other day.
This is “bite”, performed at Linneman’s Riverwest Inn in Milwaukee. “bite” was originally published in our third collection of poetry, Singing Molten Gold to the Morning. -Allēna