My Cardboard Balcony

Trip by Belinda Roddie Dealing with your bullshit is absolutely detrimental to my health. To spare us both pain, please take two of these white pills, don't question where they're from, and enjoy the supersonic dreamscape of your own immortal insanity.

Smelt by Belinda Roddie If desire burns, then I am forged from Vulcan's fire.

Keep At It by Belinda Roddie So, uh...we're still working on dismantling white supremacy, right?

Fin? by Belinda Roddie This story ends when I say it ends. And it will not end. It never ends. The water keeps flowing back. And every time it's drunk, eternal youth is maintained.

Uncanny by Belinda Roddie Looks, walks, and talks like a traitor. Conclusion: A traitor.

The toughest thing for me right now is balance. Shocking, I know. Making new friends, creating content and characters, cosplaying, running a theatre company, and teaching? It's a lot. It means that my regular creative writing isn't exactly top priority. It feels weird to constantly post these things late and change the dates and times later. Yep, I'm sneaky like that. I'm trying really hard to figure out what exactly I need to be doing and what I enjoy doing right now. I guess I've always liked keeping busy. It curbs anxiety, allows me to socialize, gives me opportunities to try new things and improve in regards to other stuff...all that. And yet, I still get mad at myself for allegedly "not doing enough." I dunno. It's a lot to digest. And I don't have a lot of energy to write about it. But hey, I might be getting vaccinated in May. We'll see. This plague has lingered long enough. Meanwhile, I do wonder if I'll focus on writing another lon...

Famous Last Words by Belinda Roddie I'm going, but I'm going in the name of the Lord. What the devil do you mean to sing to me? You are out of tune. I'm losing it. Let's have a party! I don't want the doctor's death. I want to have my own freedom. Pardonnez-moi, monsieur. Tomorrow, at sunrise, I shall no longer be here. This dying is boring. A dying man can do nothing easy. Bring me a bulletproof vest; this is no way to live. One never knows the ending, but I must go in, for the fog is rising. Oh, wow. Oh, wow. Oh, wow. I'm going away tonight. I feel great. Goodbye, kid. You're the only one I like. You are wonderful. For Bessie Smith, Jean-Philippe Rameau, Frank Sinatra, Margaret Sanger, Rainer Maria Rilke, Nostradamus, Marie Antoinette, Richard Feynman, Benjamin Franklin, Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, Percy Grainger, Humphrey Bogart, Groucho Marx, Alfred Hitchcock, Emily Dickinson, James Brown, and Steve Jobs.