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@fabulousphoenixboy.bsky.social Oct 16, 2026, 7:23 PM

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@fabulousphoenixboy.bsky.social Oct 16, 2026, 7:07 PM

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@queendirt.bsky.social Oct 16, 2026, 7:06 PM

Return to Oz.

This was originally just a simple 6 line piece, but a little over a month ago it caught my eye and became something much larger and is now deeply informing the tone and format of my book.

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A prose-poem called "Return to Oz" that reads:

Last night I dreamt that I was Judy Garland
with an electric guitar in my hands,
playing songs from The Wizard of Oz, lightning fast.
My electric guitar, red hot, burning me
and seeming to melt into my little hands,
more a weapon than an instrument.
Self defence is at premium these days, y’know?
And we’re not in fuckin Kansas anymore, Toto.
You were by my side, for a time, I think.
Not as a little dog, but a faceless boy about half my size.
And so many rich old men were offering me helping hands,
Grinning at me wolfishly.
Devilishly.
The grimaces of predators, hungry, rumbles in their bellies.
Not men, I realized quickly, but canines standing on their hindquarters, pretending.
Growls growing, lodged in their throats, and
saliva,
pungent with the scent of decay from so many other helpless creatures they’d devoured
dripping out down their necks from underneath their latex people masks,
uncanny,
but convincing enough.
Pulsing sanguine red scepters jutting out from their paunchy undercarriages,
leaky and threatening.
And I began,
I began to run.
And I seemed to know everything about who I was,
And nothing of myself.
You were running with me side by side, but seemed to turn on me too, hungry as any dog would be, I guess, so so far from Kansas,
drawing back, no longer fleeing on beside me, joining the other canines in the hunt.
I trip and fall eventually,
Ruby slippers aren’t for running in.
And I hear all your jaws snapping,
snarling as you close the distance.
And as I wait to feel the bite I click my heels three times.

There's no place like home.

@evelyntypes.bsky.social Sep 27, 2026, 5:31 PM

09/25/26 - More Flesh For The Grinder

3 of 3

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@evelyntypes.bsky.social Sep 26, 2026, 1:27 PM

09/25/26 - Undivided Blood

Part 2 of 3
1952 Hermes Rocket

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@evelyntypes.bsky.social Sep 25, 2026, 3:47 PM

09/25/26 - Beds We Can’t Afford

Tough week. All three from today are interconnected in some weird fucked up way.

1952 Hermes Rocket (Grey)

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@spicyfey888.bsky.social Sep 24, 2026, 9:15 PM

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