i am deeply curious to know what a children's book written by you would be like. or perhaps a picture book...i feel like there is a small subgenre of "children in horrible situations much like yours, readerchild" that i have not seen too much of as of late (series of unfortunate events, many things by roald dahl). a lot of childmedia lately seems to be "don't worry child, the Adults will take care of it" so i am wondering what you would write about, as you write very well about Bad Situations where The Adults Will Not Take Care of It, And Probably Are Making It Worse

i got hit by a car some months ago (am basically fine now 😎👌) but thought u might like the story- was on a lil escooter at 4:30am going to work, got rearended by a driver presumably not paying attention, slid up on the hood, hit the windshield (and shattered it) at which point the driver braked, i rolled forward and landed on my lower face/teeth which i dont remember (is pain to blacking out a 10/10 or 11/10?) then slid on the asphalt on my forehead. remember thinking "am i going to die? maybe" then internal dialogue was silent. til i stopped sliding and instinct brought me to stand up and say WHAT THE FUCK at the car, then wiggle fingers and toes. looked for scooter, couldnt find it, thought "i just got hit by a car i guess i should call 911" and uh. yeah. end damage was broken front teeth, lots of facial abrasions and one on knee, stitches to upper lip + forehead, tiny nose fracture and slight deformity to nose and jaw. got a deviated septum now. had huge bruises on my legs ig from hitting handlebars? and i've kept my hoodie with bloodstains as a souvenier. perhaps if u ever have a char get carwrecked and live this helps.. not safe to act out like u did w some SW scenes but i have the accidental lived experience. also i'd guess the driver was gay so it was a violent meeting of gays cant drive

it's by no means a recent work of yours and i understand if you may have disavowed it somewhat for personal reasons as u have a fair amount of your older artwork but i keep rereading psycho nymph exile and turning it over in my head. i live in a very bad situation right now and i have a long distance boyfriend whom i love dearly but obviously cannot see in person yet. a lot of conventional fluffy romances where two characters just meet by coincidence, happen to fit two common archetypes and experience mundane problems + have relatively little drama and Good Normal Sex with each other feel like transmissions from an alien world to me at best and death pressing against me at worst. it is so very hard for me to hope that a better or at least bare minimum life is possible and isidol and vellus' relationship channeled some extremely raw feelings for me. i hope to god i can walk hand in hand with my boyfriend one day with a bag of kudzu buns, because this isn't the life i want to die in. i'm really glad you wrote it

I leave an offering at your altar o haruspex. Once I got so into a video game that I hardly walked at all for two weeks. As it turns out, you need to walk around for your digestive system to function properly. Consequently, two weeks of greasy shitty gamer food impacted hard into my rectum like a concrete apple. I spent hours trying to pass it and fissured my anus from the strain. At this point the advice is to go to the hospital so that the nurses can help you birth the thing. Instead, I got a butter knife and stuck it in there to start prying bits off. (Not medical advice.) Thankfully this worked and I eventually it slid out in big chunks like apple slices. This happened at my mom's house and nobody ever found out, thank all that is holy. I am however still haunted by the UTI I caught from doing this in a half-full tub, thinking that this would help soften the stool. What do you read in my entrails?

P.S. Tub was cleaned and knife destroyed.

i wanted to thank you for writing the way you do and about the things you do because it made me realize there’s really no rules when it comes to creative work and i can type in run-on sentences like i’m trying to puke all the words out in a single breath because that’s actually super sick and it’s how my stupid brain works anyways and if we’re honest it makes text so much more interesting to read. i was actually able to finish something short and dirty and sweet that’d been knocking around my brain for months-years because of this so thank you very much from the bugs in my brain to yours. 🪱🖤✨

“whiplash ballet medfet” is all my dreams coming true at once. cant believe you’ve done this. ALSO i think… and have thought for a long time… that trianon and nina from black swan would be friends. they have retard angel twin dna and they are both fantasy autistic torture victims who metabolise all evil to fuel their own transformations. gay stuntmen rolling through life changing injuries. cockroach girls! nina’s world is way more bleak imo. she need friendship or the honest/direct violence she fantasises about... or both! this may very well mean nothing to you i just got excited when i saw ballet talk. thanks in advance for all the fucking incredible shit you’re planning!!!!!

Cancer Prize contribution: I have turned things around for myself gastrically but one wildcard is that I have bad period shits that sometimes tear my anus and cause confusion/fusion between my cunt blood and blood from my glass bones paper skin ass. However, Cancer truly speaks to me in his precarious mix of household experiences! I spent the back half of my childhood in an outwardly normal middle class home but with torture and neglect, and I had off and on hygiene problems (side note: the dad in Your Mother Has Fallen Out of Love is my dad, never seen or felt that psychology so strongly in a story, thank you from the bottom of my heart). So I would go to my good school in my nice school uniform reeking of bacterial vaginosis, trying to keep my legs closed all day, skipping lessons and not doing anything just hiding in the toilet because it was safe and private.

It was also mandatory for students to write with cartridge-loaded fountain pens unless they had an extenuating circumstance. I wanted to do everything the real children were doing so I tried it but I am an inveterate autistic chewer and kept biting through the end of the pen/cartridge and it would explode in my mouth and one time I swallowed a lot of ink and had to go throw up and later had vivid blue diarrhoea, and while I was at the mirror trying to scrub the ink out of my mouth some older girls came in and they regarded me coolly and laughed at me behind their hands. Please enjoy the HOT SHAME of this memory