dengue girl🦟

dengue girl🦟

@terminull.bsky.social

it lost this journal the pages rotting out the vines along the walls hang the rot if found please return to who? 30 | PNW | Chicana | it/its | MDNI

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shift was fucked phone died back is fried made it home by the grace of the bus drivers cold and wet when I plugged back in saw Lula won that’s cool I guess an angel brought me food and a beer when I was prepared to starve for the night Night of the Living Dead is on the tube wishyouwerehere

cantor becomes the infinitive “contar” en español which has numerous meanings including count, tell, reckon, relate, narrate, calculate, spin (as in a yarn), pitch (as in an idea, venture), peddle etc.

אברה (wingeater)@wingeater.bsky.social

today's word is "canted" a cant is an in-group slang, technical, or subcultural language, derived like 'cantor' from Latin 'to sing' you're gonna have to figure out what canted means though because it isn't that! unless you want it to be,

lets go go go out on a date a tryst a stroll to the park a trip to the beach the light mist car cold water go inside clumps of sand look at art waves dont stop they just wax and wane wax wane

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lets go go go out on a date a tryst a stroll to the park a trip to the beach the light mist car cold water go inside clumps of sand look at art waves dont stop they just wax and wane wax wane

View full thread

lets go go go out on a date a tryst a stroll to the park a trip to the beach the light mist car cold water go inside clumps of sand look at art waves dont stop they just wax and wane wax wane

View full thread

lets go go go out on a date a tryst a stroll to the park a trip to the beach the light mist car cold water go inside clumps of sand look at art waves dont stop they just wax and wane wax wane

View full thread

lets go go go out on a date a tryst a stroll to the park a trip to the beach the light mist car cold water go inside clumps of sand look at art waves dont stop they just wax and wane wax wane

out middle’uh nowhere cerca de La Vernia stale cigarette smoke sets on the light peeking the curtains next a tube tv knobs and antennae tuned a telenovela the whispers of señoras snare the scene of a woman sat with a bowl and cup of water fore a babbling toddler

a lemon crushes in her fist over the bowl the juice runs down tween her fingers while she sprinkles salt cross the way the grains dissolve and brace the surface of the egg awash in the whirlpool cross eyes coo at it a stretch a reaching out almost gets it not quite

la curandera rastrea all about all over fore she cracks it open above the cup two golden sunshines drop out and sink straight to the bottom mira mira embryo embryo ay Dios mio

“you ever wonder like somewhere out there there’s a planet where everything happened the same way and it’s like how it played out and shit? like there’s someone out there having this conversation rn” “bro that shit happens across different cities”

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