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I don’t know who the FUCK I am (DID is weird like that)
But APPARENTLY I CAN PAINT/DRAW???
Have these as proof. Lēna is gonna shit a sideways brick when she comes back to front and sees this.
-Sender unknown
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I spent a large part of the day making social media banners for people.
These are a few of my favorites:
I was inspired to do this by listening to the podcast I Like Your Work, and I listened to the latest episode while making a banner that is unfortunately not shown here.
If you want a banner, feel free to reach out to me on socials and we can set something up!
-Allēna
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I wrote an audio drama once.
I was very lonely during the winter of 2019 and wrote this script. I am a better writer now, so I might revise and/or expand it in time, but for now, here it is. Please let me know what you think. -Allēna
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I’ve stumbled upon an adaptation of the Iliad that is Castor-approved, which has been a lifelong task.
His standards are ridiculously high because he’s a stickler for accuracy, especially considering I read the original poem in college at Maryland school. It’s called Troy: Fall of a City and it’s on Netflix. I highly recommend it, especially since it can satisfy Castor’s pedantic ass.
-Allēna (hi, I’m back!)
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I wrote this at workshop today.
I am the candle you allowed to go out
you would bind yourself to me but you’d never
bleed for me
and if you had fifty million words to say what you
meant
or anything at all
you’d ramble on, talking in circles
and in your haunted sound and your fury, you’d say
nothing –
did I ever mean a goddamn thing to you?
was I nothing more than another withering body in your bed,
another meal, another drink, another drug,
another stepping stone in your unanswered,
unmatched ambition?
there’s no way to tell now in this optimized
emptiness, is there?
I’ve tried to see through the cage of your lies
one too many times
so now I go about my petty tomorrows and you go about
yours on opposite sides of this compound fracture town
we are all bleeding at the seams
at the end of the day, aren’t we?
I don’t think fate was involved anymore
only hunger clawing at your insides
and when you finished devouring me in your
desperation, you corroded your soul
with something and someone else
another victim wrapped too tightly in your spell
who are you drowning with now?
of course they won’t see that the cords wrapped
around their neck aren’t love until far too late
of course they won’t have words for how you’re drinking
them dry, and
of course you won’t tell me their name
but I’ll hear their screams through
the grapevine anyway
out, out
brief candle
again and again
oh, that I would have
died hereafter
after what you did to me
but
watch me rise like the morning star
instead
burn out
shimmer and fall
knowing you can never again
touch me-Castor 2/1/2026
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