03 january 2026
hi i am okay content with my life thank u
i don't know if i am meant to write poetry
to be honest, it's kind of a travesty,
i mean what am i doing with my life anyway?
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christmas was quiet, I didn't have to mourn another soul.
my sweetheart is tired and perpetually burnt out.
we met our out of pocket max for the second year in a row,
i'm thankful for good health insurance.
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i stopped enjoying christmas the winter my yaya died.
it was a slow, painful death from lung cancer.
my parents tried to soften the blow during a christmas party,
where they let me host a sleepover with my friends.
(it was not the support i wanted---
i needed to be left alone)
the holidays after, i locked myself in my room
went out to brush my teeth and go to the bathroom
but i stayed frozen in exile
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the weekend has arrived,
time for this lazy bear 2
continue being cool
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what does it mean for artists to interact with the web or technology in a way that feels healthy and not extractive? i ponder this question in the age of AI, and feel grateful to have a space that feels lo-fi and soft. landing a little easier than most of my feed. even places like substack feel overwhelming now. also, b/c they freely support and platform fscists & n**s, but i shouldn't comment on that.
you are here. but you could also go back
a haiku--
bare leg half obscured /
a breeze whips against my skin /
time to steal back sheets
01:26
i need you all to know that this is a work in progress. i will be posting a haiku or some sort of bad poetry whenever i sign into tilde.club.
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