Morbid animal stories.
Down for the cause.
Boundaries don't let me sprawl comfortably across my own geography. Standing rigidly crammed into each city-state, I feel constricted, uncomfortable when two or more worlds collide. It's a skill to navigate across boundaries. It's revolutionary to kick down the walls. It's beautiful to paint the walls and transform into plant matter with wildflowers growing rampantly making the walls soft and necessary boundaries instead of constrictive concrete corridors.
Why do I have several blogs? One for poetry. One for stories. One for things I'd rather keep to myself.
I'm spilling into myself starting right here.