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vermiliumn
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· Mar 22
for world poetry day I rejigged my website
and by rejigged I mean got rid of almost all formatting and clickability, chasing analogue 📃
vermiliumn.wixsite.com/vermiliumn
and by rejigged I mean got rid of almost all formatting and clickability, chasing analogue 📃
vermiliumn.wixsite.com/vermiliumn
brain: hey if you order a dildo online but get the wrong size does that mean you get the wrong dildosage?
me: jesus christ
me: jesus christ
February 17, 2026 at 2:24 AM
brain: hey if you order a dildo online but get the wrong size does that mean you get the wrong dildosage?
me: jesus christ
me: jesus christ
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Photo by Pierre Lavie. Yes this is me. And I threw my Leica. It landed on the bass plate with hardly a scratch. Another Photographer grabbed it along with my phone and I was able to track him later. I was held face down tear gas deployed right in front of me and pepper sprayed directly into the eye.
January 17, 2026 at 2:57 PM
Photo by Pierre Lavie. Yes this is me. And I threw my Leica. It landed on the bass plate with hardly a scratch. Another Photographer grabbed it along with my phone and I was able to track him later. I was held face down tear gas deployed right in front of me and pepper sprayed directly into the eye.
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My last two shots before my world went dark.
January 17, 2026 at 9:55 PM
My last two shots before my world went dark.
🍂
TEPHRA
loving you feels
like warming my bonechilled fingers,
blanched and numb,
at the mouth of a thundering, chthonic volcano;
everything I need
dialled to one trillion
…
TEPHRA
loving you feels
like warming my bonechilled fingers,
blanched and numb,
at the mouth of a thundering, chthonic volcano;
everything I need
dialled to one trillion
…
November 30, 2025 at 1:19 AM
🍂
TEPHRA
loving you feels
like warming my bonechilled fingers,
blanched and numb,
at the mouth of a thundering, chthonic volcano;
everything I need
dialled to one trillion
…
TEPHRA
loving you feels
like warming my bonechilled fingers,
blanched and numb,
at the mouth of a thundering, chthonic volcano;
everything I need
dialled to one trillion
…
If I feed a poem to AI for analysis and it misinterprets it, I know I've written something worthwhile.
November 14, 2025 at 8:52 AM
If I feed a poem to AI for analysis and it misinterprets it, I know I've written something worthwhile.
Guys, please. I'm begging you, just STOP. Enough with the nonsense.
If you're ending your sentence with an emoji, you don't need a full stop too 😩
If you're ending your sentence with an emoji, you don't need a full stop too 😩
October 7, 2025 at 2:38 AM
Guys, please. I'm begging you, just STOP. Enough with the nonsense.
If you're ending your sentence with an emoji, you don't need a full stop too 😩
If you're ending your sentence with an emoji, you don't need a full stop too 😩
darling dating app lover
October 4, 2025 at 5:59 AM
darling dating app lover
1st of September once again and the day never gets easier 💔
6 months till Autumn ☹️
6 months till Autumn ☹️
August 31, 2025 at 7:38 PM
1st of September once again and the day never gets easier 💔
6 months till Autumn ☹️
6 months till Autumn ☹️
some onions: onions
one onion: oneion
no onions: noneions
English is way underdelivering where it really matters.
one onion: oneion
no onions: noneions
English is way underdelivering where it really matters.
August 5, 2025 at 1:29 AM
some onions: onions
one onion: oneion
no onions: noneions
English is way underdelivering where it really matters.
one onion: oneion
no onions: noneions
English is way underdelivering where it really matters.
throwaway busride poem
July 16, 2025 at 5:31 AM
throwaway busride poem
Wrapped up a 6 week Self Compassion through Artmaking group today, and they had us write for the final session. Haiku ftw in a 15 min pinch.
June 24, 2025 at 11:01 AM
Wrapped up a 6 week Self Compassion through Artmaking group today, and they had us write for the final session. Haiku ftw in a 15 min pinch.
My mother was a librarian so my childhood was awash with books - a potent protective factor against life’s rains of pains. Myriad books too many to account are seared, branded into my psyche and flashes of luscious illustration and tickles of prose gather like leaves in corners of my (1/8)
May 4, 2025 at 3:33 AM
My mother was a librarian so my childhood was awash with books - a potent protective factor against life’s rains of pains. Myriad books too many to account are seared, branded into my psyche and flashes of luscious illustration and tickles of prose gather like leaves in corners of my (1/8)
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While mourning the Pope, thousands of people in Rome went from dead silence to an eruption of cheers when they spotted President Zelenskyy. Ukraine represents bravery, hope and unity in a world under assault by the forces of evil.
April 26, 2025 at 6:10 PM
While mourning the Pope, thousands of people in Rome went from dead silence to an eruption of cheers when they spotted President Zelenskyy. Ukraine represents bravery, hope and unity in a world under assault by the forces of evil.
thinking about David Farrier's recent webworm post The Men Commenting on Lorde (a group of NZ men so deeply uncomfortable with social media posts celebrating successful women, they infest comment sections with adolescent insults & feeble derision)
they deserve a collective noun so I'm brainstorming
they deserve a collective noun so I'm brainstorming
April 27, 2025 at 8:14 AM
thinking about David Farrier's recent webworm post The Men Commenting on Lorde (a group of NZ men so deeply uncomfortable with social media posts celebrating successful women, they infest comment sections with adolescent insults & feeble derision)
they deserve a collective noun so I'm brainstorming
they deserve a collective noun so I'm brainstorming
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Hereby declaring the collective noun for these men (boy, do I use that term loosely) a Disappointment of Men. Goddamn. It's like they're terrified that if women do well, we'll forget about them. Spoiler: they're already forgettable as fuck.
April 26, 2025 at 8:07 PM
Hereby declaring the collective noun for these men (boy, do I use that term loosely) a Disappointment of Men. Goddamn. It's like they're terrified that if women do well, we'll forget about them. Spoiler: they're already forgettable as fuck.