
-Allēna
Excellence and batshittery, done on purpose.
I’m Lazarus. I make art, music, poems, plays, and magic for the quiet, brilliant, broken ones. If that is you, welcome home. I adopt your kind.
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-Allēna
Enjoy. I feel like I finally did it justice.
If you’re interested in reading more, “to dance with a cyclone” is the opening ringer of my 2019 poetry collection of the same name.
-Allēna

-Allēna
So I had a dream last night where I was asked to officiate at the last second for a couple because their officiant bailed, only to find out that the groom had no idea wtf a marriage license even was, didn’t even know where his birth certificate had gone so that they could APPLY for a marriage license, and the bride wasn’t all that invested either. When she found out that we’d have to reschedule the wedding or else it wouldn’t be legally binding at all, she went “oh well, I guess we can play darts instead like you did during YOUR first wedding!” I was like “wtf? I didn’t throw darts during my first wedding?????”
And it got even stranger because when I woke up, I told Emerson about this batshit dream. He was shOCKED because I was describing HIS COUSIN’S WEDDING almost to a T, and during his aunt’s first wedding, they’d played darts! I didn’t know ANY of this beforehand.
Hell yeah for going back in time in my sleep I GUESS…
-Allēna

Killing God with my middle finger and a loyal crew >>>> being an old money socialite turned politician any day.
-Allēna
Coughing up a lung every so often. I am probably gonna nap for a bit here shortly. -Allēna
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 and see if I get any ideas… More later, perhaps? -Allēna
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
Currently we’re watching the first Spy Kids, and it’s every bit as unhinged as I remember… -Allēna