|My third DD, not grief, but something like it, suggested by beeinthebottle and featured by neurotype. Thanks so much!|
My second DD was plumbum, suggested by laurotica and featured by thorns.
My fourth DLD was I build, suggested by alapip and featured by xlntwtch.
My third DLD was hypergraphia, received October 4th 2011, suggested by Nichrysalis and featured by thetaoofchaos on December 23rd, 2012. It was also my first DD, featured on January 5th 2012 byBeccalicious.
My second DLD was metamorphic rock n' roll, received on July 25th 2011, suggested by TwilightPoetess and featured by bowie-loon123
My first DLD was thryroidal cartilage, received on May 17th 2011, suggested by alapip and featured by thetaoofchaos
self madestand contrapposto in the showerself made by consolecadet
free leg busted,
engaged leg calf cut like stone
hot water touching you the way so many have
the way so few have
growing out the hair dye
growing in the sideburns
as though every masculine or feminine trait
makes you more legitimate
drink it when you buy itGatorade, warm, reminds me of blooddrink it when you buy it by consolecadet
of oral sex
the salt of human sweat, replaced
by an orange-flavored beverage
it's just a bodymy body is not a templeit's just a body by consolecadet
nor is it a forest
or an ocean
or a waterfall
I am a person,
not a landscape
projecting Godzilla on 35mm film, October 4th 2014line the seven up with the lightprojecting Godzilla on 35mm film, October 4th 2014 by consolecadet
slot the teeth into the pegs
leave slack on either side of the plastic pressor,
but pull tight when threading for sound
watch Tim or Daniel,
also a Jew,
fasting for Yom Kippur,
turn down sticks of tropical-flavor gum
watch him pull a perfect changeover, counting seven seconds between cigarette burns aloud
no Tyler Durden penis frames spliced into this Godzilla
An update on my bookI've decided upon the name ("poems of unravelling") and the cover (http://hersoftestsoul.deviantart.com/art/the-unravelling-308645622), I have about ten new poems and ten illustrations for the book, which will probably contain about 50 poems. I'm not uploading anything new that's going to be included in the book, because I want the book to contain some new things. But I think that this is some of the best poetry that I've ever written and it's kind of hell not sharing it with you guys. If you'd be so kind as to give me feedback on some new poems, I'll note you one or two. No one is going to see all of them! Don't you go sharing behind my back!An update on my book by toxic-nebulae
I'm thinking about, as well as releasing the book itself, auctioning off the originals-- the pieces of paper that I drew stuff on, plus illustrations that I made that didn't make the book, little notes on the meanings of the poems and drawings, and other amazing things. I'd also write a letter and a poem for whoever buys it and it would be kit
twenty things I lovein response to this bitch: http://kthecard.deviantart.com/journal/look-at-me-311156854twenty things I love by toxic-nebulae
so, twenty things I love (in no particular order):
3. tea. particularly chai and Darjeeling and English breakfast.
4. baroque music.
6. BOOKS BOOKS BOOKS BOOKS BOOKS
7. this goes without saying, but poetry.
8. pre-Raphaelite paintings of women.
9. portraits, abstract or photo-realistic or in-between.
10. goth and post-punk music.
11. discovering things you had forgotten you had.
12. pretty dainty English teacups.
13. eccentric make-up.
14. combat boots.
15. hair dye.
16. restaurants with vegan options.
18. inspiring artists like Amanda Palmer and Emilie Autumn and Fiona Apple and Regina Spektor and augh how long do you have?
YOUR TURN FUCKERS
vulgar dressingsthere is something terminal and sickly in the way you inhale me, so rotten that my toes will curl inwards on themselves and roll until my innards are being pushed through my mouth like a tube of toothpaste. do you want that? no, honey. sure you don’t.vulgar dressings by KaitForest
the facts are as now: you drink too much for your own good, the lighter enjoys the gnaw of your flesh more than I (see how rapid it is as I burn you at this moment), that the world is turning and I’m fucking another man and you’re lying on some moth-eaten carpet, wondering who the hell I’ve been with and where the hell you’ve been. and I wonder how well I sound faking orgasms.
the world still spins around the sun, somehow managing not to falter in keeping us on her skin. but I know she doesn’t give a fuck. give the sun a few more sun-days (time it takes the sun to revolve) and we’ll be like fucking mercury, melting in pools of our own flesh while the sky alights with lightning and our backs
Long time no journal (again).
A lot is going on. I'm in the midst of gender transition, which is going great, and I'm headed off to Tufts in about a week and a half.
One of the biggest things that's going on is that I'm working on a near-future science fiction short story collection. It's called 'Biophone' and I plan to put it out via Amazon CreateSpace some time in the next couple of weeks. All the writing is done, but I'm in the thick of revisions.
I’m looking for volunteers to critique bits of the collection. The bits are all between about 700 and 1500 words, and shouldn’t take more than an hour to read through and leave comments on. You don’t need to be a writer or a poet. The more eyes of varying knowledge and background I can get on this thing, the better it’ll turn out.
Your time is valuable. I’d be super grateful if you could contribute a few minutes of it to my project.
Let me know if you’re interested by emailing me at consolecadet @ gmail . com. If you’re not interested, please consider telling your friends.
I'm more than willing to trade crit for crit.
Now: how are you all doing?