“A love message says, ‘Let me mend your broken heart…’
How about, help me find a nice house that I can afford…”
“A love message says, ‘Let me mend your broken heart…’
How about, help me find a nice house that I can afford…”
“Look out from behind!”
—
(Original Star Wars movie reference)
I gotta go
You gotta stay
These are the rules
Outa my way
If I am valued for
My strong side and
The tender side of me
Does that make me
“Medium-rare?”
“I do not know how this happened, but when I went to pick up the phone charger from the floor, I found its lengths and the electric cord conjoin-locked in a death roll struggle by a past and now dried tea bag with its string tightly throttle-coiling.”
—
(I mean, how does that happen?!)
“Don’t drink the witch hazel.”
There is something that you need to know about me…
I am not dainty when I sneeze.
In fact, it can seem like I’ll bring the roof down on me!
“Yesterday, I went to the store to get two packages of my favorite blueberry muffins – procurred from the specific section where they always used to be.
And found upon returning hom – to my dismay – that the interlopers were not gluten-free!”
“Led me to believe that I could have a piano and get to play it; nice carpet for a house with less dust; and peace of mind to do anything but stagger to the dictates of survival8sm?”
“Do I have steamy eyes?
Or what?!“
“Bronchial syrup, but instead typed ‘fluid…’
Makes a big difference when trying to purchase!”
“Really heeere…”
—
(Immune system take over)
“And my algorithm…”
—
(Insert into song, “Me And My Shadow”)
“It’s too late for me now
I am altered
There is something
Beneath…”
—
(Sleep Token lyrics)
“My hair has never been this curly before.”
“That look of ‘love'” (song lyrics)
“There is no arguing with it – nor apparently any workaround – when it dies.”
“When you’re fu**ed, you’re fu**ed – but it isn’t the right type nor desired fu**ed.”
—
(Doo-tee-dooo…who me?!)
“The pure fantasy tell is because ‘he’ keeps joking about how we would laugh after he runs away, I chase him, and then he lets me catch him.
Yes, that would have been delightful fun.
But you know…
I can’t run.”
—
(Sobbing and laughing hysterically, somewhere deep inside)
“OMG, I have hair.”
(It’s a good thing)
By Athena Stairs, March 5, 2026
I left my heart in California
It’s still attached by its membrane
You’d think that I could grow another
But there’s no blood for its exchange
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Listen to FlatLined – 3.5.26.m4a by Candid Corvid Productions on #SoundCloud
https://on.soundcloud.com/N3qTkThgTlMuCn5dgi
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(Contact me for permissions)
“The gentle, ‘no makeup look.'”
(An ad)
“Ok, how about enraged?”
(Getting up with aplomb while casting off too-hot blankets with my shirt now smelling of electric burnout)
“I…am a toasted marsh-mellow…”