bisexual, any pronouns, disabled, white, twenties | playing dice with my small corner of the universe | reblogs from @diceystealstheinternet
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Day 4: Freeze. Couldn't Get This Out Of My Head Today.
![Line drawing of a handgun, seen side-on, angled slightly down. Underneath is a haiku which reads: 'Bright noise, Loud lights flash. / Freeze! Hands up, Down on the ground. / Mess of cops and kids.'](https://64.media.tumblr.com/d5f068440d6854eb364b96ec38cc4e83/d0a82688a43d004d-45/s500x750/c3eb150e1d33e09be03fb5a1ebeb257195fd5a79.jpg)
Day 4: Freeze. Couldn't get this out of my head today.
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Bright noise, Loud lights flash.
Freeze! Hands up, Down on the ground.
Mess of cops and kids.
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AKB 2019
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TIME IS THE FOURTH DIMENSION
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![Sketch of a partial side view of a train coming towards the viewer, the tracks extending out in front, while the second carriage trails off in the distance. A haiku (see below) runs along side.](https://64.media.tumblr.com/efe064953fd4936cc3213f765c8de848/165c699e54480f84-32/s500x750/95f8fdcae9737ad87904c668dcf191a10e6f7553.jpg)
Day 8: Frail. Except nah, frail has too much of weakness in it for me, so actually let's use fragile instead. Because breakable doesn't mean broken, and broken doesn't mean unfixable. Not so much a Plot Twist as a loop-the-loop going on with the haiku. And yep, it's late for Inktober! Start where you can, stories are circles.
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HELL yeah I'm fragile.
As a fucking FREIGHT TRAIN, girl.
Made brittle by rust.
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AKB 2019
Photo reference here:
![Railroads, Chicago-style](https://64.media.tumblr.com/9f09ff44f096812af9e8c3e2c344ee5a/165c699e54480f84-c2/s540x810/8db3b83752b480b3c0cc52fcd15f9f22ce9602fa.jpg)
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what do I do when I disappear?
instagram is empty
and the devils are here
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AKB 2019
![Line drawing of a drum, drum sticks, a trombone with the extinction rebellion symbol inside. Haiku (see below) floats alongside with the final line underneath.](https://64.media.tumblr.com/66e384a7c526be17a2a1c9522e6f3620/62dbc8ded9296c49-7a/s500x750/44f43e44cb4ad1abc774f3349686b3ec8dbf8613.jpg)
Day 5: Build. This took me a while, I was stuck until early on Monday morning, London in rush hour - not usually the most inspirating time and place - when, walking into Trafalgar Square with the beat of the Samba band drumming at my back, I suddenly felt that things were things were finally, actually, changing.
Rebels everywhere, thank you.
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turn up, build a band:
from that, a movement rises.
We Are The Water.
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AKB 2019
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Fireworks in Space
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Speak pride to power:
Show truth and love and magic;
Into the void, let colour flow
Where once only lies tried to fill the vacuum.
There is no air here.
We bring our own oxygen, and enough to share.
You try to set us on fire,
We laugh and burn and fizz and dance,
We are the sparks,
You gave us fuel.
Fool.
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AKB 2019