Fall Through The Earth
A bit of a more abstract vent poem about something with wings falling through the somewhat hollow ground. that's all i'll say about it. originally posted in may 2021.
The Delay Only Made It Hit Harder
The Delay Only Made It Hit...
Hoodrat Shit
Ya don't shoot up central vents without pushback. we're just gonna… tag along.
The Seasons of Loss - short poem
It's been a rough year, so here's my first completed vent poem in awhile. earlier this year i heard my step-grandmother passed away. then a few months later i nearly lost the life i've been building for two years.
Friends In Low Places
"an' the only place i know we can get one is back down in the vents."
Thinking Of You Through the Remnants and Renovations
Earlier when the loss was still fresh he'd vent to and take comfort in just talking to others but now it's been months with every part of the loss's aftermath handled more or less and him feeling like any more venting he did about that loss and what came after
Smoke: 'Just Droppin' In'
„good..." - said the fox before drawing one of the desert eagles and shooting 3 out of 4 screws keeping the vent lid closed. the lid now hangs on 1 screw, making the entrance open.
You Blew Up The Bridges First
It’s a vent piece about the celebration of the day and how it doesn’t slot so neatly into things like before. i’ve already talked plenty about my country this was just another spark to the firewood.
Skrunkles
Sure, life had returned to normal here in the vents, but that was one bad day away from getting turned on its head.
Decommissioned Dormancy
The vents were much more… visceral… about jack's appearance than the upper ring had been.
FnaJ 2 (part 2)
I brought-up mt maintenance panel and re-booted the vent system. i looked at my watch 5:30 a.m. i brought up my camera and started flicking around to find this grey rabbit. i got to cam 2.
Zootopia movie script: Zootopia SWAT act 7
Scene: we see a small flexible tube poke out of an overhead vent cover and swivel 360 around the surrounding location. ajax by radio to bertolt: anything yet? scene: inside the vent. bertolt: nothing yet.