Xrafstar GuestbooK

your writing reads like bastardized mitski lyrics and this is the highest compliment i can give any worldly being. living or dead. mortal or immortal. you have this sorta fluid mastery over solid concepts that makes my brain liquify. everything i read from you is bath salts and datura. thank you for the best trip of my life. again and again and again

This is probably the best designed website I have ever seen.

Cool site! Rock on ✌️✍️🌛

your stories always leave us wanting more

There was something chained in me for years, something that longed to breathe air again and was finally given the chance to here. Thank you for that.

Ever since I read Serious Weakness and found the rest of your writing I have been capitivated. Truly adore your work like no other. The effect its had on me personally and how often it just seems to randomly pop into my head are a testament that you real have struck on something real.

Sacredness breaths through your being into the well of your work; thirsty, I have drank, thank you for the charity of sharing strife, being alive, we are glorious icons of the invisible and I burn brighter for the fuel this explosive lighter fluid moon liquor dripping from your written words.

the first piece of art of yours i ever encountered was a headless selfie on tumblr, fragile on the floor, that read "machines are used to handle undesired objects: refuse, feces, and disabled trans bodies." it split my flesh instantly, the well of fermented pus and swallowed loathing in my swollen aorta now suddenly free to gulp down it's first savoring taste of searing oxygen. i've toddled silently after you in a daze ever since. maximum softness was the first time i felt like a broken and dangerous thing, crammed full to bursting with jagged unwanted violence, could still deserve to live. and i wept and cradled myself until the snot glued the pillow to my airholes. everything since--girl detective, vesp, revery, dog boys, living fucking creatures--has been a new razor fingernail sliding under the skin, red muscle cut out from under rotted tissue, weeping in gracious relief. bless you, terrified stranger i've accosted. bless you, bless you, bless you, unclean art for unclean cripples and queers, forever and ever, world without end. may the disinfecting squads find neither of our hiding places.

definitely the good shit. destroying me in all the right ways making me yearn for more and inspiring visions for my own work.

your twine pieces were used in my university creative writing class last year. it changed the way i view and make stories. i loved psycho nymph exile. im loving serious weakness. makes me happy to be in my yucky skin suit, to see such awesome shit. <3