Aleatory Spit

A plotless poetic diary. A waste basket of metaphors and sporadic memories. If you shuffle through it you might learn something about me. How I came to be and who I am. There are attempts to hack, then translate, the conundrum of being black, queer, and trans in a world that makes you feel almost always dead. Tangents, streams of consciousness, sentences, periods. It goes without saying that this is all my work; I may somehow publish edited versions of some pieces come of it, but til then we're here with it. You can find me @tomcatpur on ig