The Artist's Birthday Ode ☆.｡.

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October 25, 2025—I turned 25.

I choose you;

Dangerous devotion:

ten manias,

thirteen hysterias,

infinite batshit tales.

Caution to all:

I bask the wonders,

I trust my fate—

I’ll do it atop clouds of candied roses,

or deep in the mines with dead-horrid cries.

Creativity is my richest ore,

a key to any world.

Soon may it come alive,

and I will be—

cannibalized.

─•~❉᯽❉~•─

Rahhhhhh, happy belated birthday to my fingers and toes! I’m a novelist before a poet so if you think my poetry is bad…. you’re probably right: but regardless, I challenge you to hand-to-hand combat.

Good day now, I hope I’ve poked you ༶•┈┈⛧

(Picture is by Olivier Ledroit)

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧