Author: Judith K. Lamb
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And There Were Seven Cardinals
1.When you touch meI remember my bodyThe way it feels to wantSlip between the fleshAnd slide your fingers over my gumsA bolt of lightningA flood of pleasure so intoxicatingWine on the tongueHoneycomb in teethLet me taste of you 2.Gorge and you'll burstBut I am molded of plasticineSee how wide I stretchFull past the brimStacked precariouslyA
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Unworthy
I am not worthy. The blood on my hands is not just mine, and it soaks through to the bone. I am not worthy. But these hands of mine still move, the fingers still bend, my arm still reaches, reaches for you. “Pick it up,” I think. It’s a thought from deep inside me, a
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I Hate My Body (But Not Like That)
College was the loneliest time of my life. I went to school in Brooklyn, NY, over 900 miles away from my home (at the time) in Georgia. I had no family nearby, I was struggling to make friends, and the city turned out to be more overstimulating and overwhelming to live in than I had
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Despite Everything, It’s Still Us
Today, I saw a snippet from an article about cave paintings that flooded me with so much emotion that I nearly cried, so of course that’s what we’re gonna talk about this week. I’ll share the article I saw later in this post, but before we branch out into the deep stuff, lets get down
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How to Protest When You’re Scared to Protest
As you may already know, the No Kings protest is coming up on October 18th, 2025 all over America (click here to see where a protest is near you). While this will be a peaceful mobilization of people, we’ve seen with other peaceful protests in this country that, while the protesters may be peaceful, the
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2: The High Priestess
TW: Animal death Outside, the winter is harsh and cruel, but inside, Enid sits on the floor of the cabin, crouched in front of her open dresser drawer, tearing small pieces off a slice of bread and feeding it to a mother mouse. The mouse takes the bread greedily, eating the first few pieces then
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0: The Fool
TW: Suicide mention/death Roxy had always been a fan of long drives. Something about the endless nature of the highway soothed her; it felt like a space outside of everything else, outside of time. It was almost like she didn’t really have to be there, not fully. She could set her body to autopilot and
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Just Slaves to the Algorithm
The Struggle Once again, I’ve been struggling to think of what to post for this week’s Weekly Thoughts. Which is a shame considering this is only the second week of me doing these. But something I’ve realized in that lack of ideas, is that we’re almost always destined for burnout. I quit my last job
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Moodboards for my Robot Novel
Hello, friends! Remember that update where I told you I made some moodboards for a novel I’m working on? Well, here they are, babyyy! A moodboard for the story as a whole and one for each main character. For now, lets refer to the novel as RDB or “Robot Draft B”. We don’t talk about
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What’s To Come
Hello once again, my friends! Here’s the Updates post I promised you in this Monday’s Weekly Thoughts post. In this post, I’m mostly going to talk about what’s to come in the near future, what bigger projects I have going in the background, and what I’m working on at the moment. Arriving Soon! I have
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- And There Were Seven Cardinals
- Unworthy
- I Hate My Body (But Not Like That)
- Despite Everything, It’s Still Us
- How to Protest When You’re Scared to Protest
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