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heksenhaus

@heksenhausTracked since May 2026

creating sound and visual art, poetry, and criticism..

Observed Aug 19, 2026 · stalePublic earnings

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0% · 30-day rate from 13 observed days

Total audience

incl. free followers

Observed monthly earnings

$50

Starting price

$1/mo

2 membership tiers

Where the 33 observed tier members sit

Membership tiers

$030.3%$169.7%

Largest observed tier is $1 .heksenstuff.. Tier totals include free-tier members and come from the Aug 19, 2026 public snapshot, so they do not reconcile to the paid-member total.

$0/moFree1030.3% of observed tier members

$1/mo.heksenstuff.2369.7% of observed tier members

Growth signals: heksenhaus

23 paid members · 30-day rate from 13 observed days

Membership

232423

May 202618 weeks trackedNow

heksenhaus23 members · $50/mo

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Rank	Creator and why included	Paid members	Gap vs heksenhaus	Freshness
#1	heksenhausProfileArtPaid members position in Recommended cohort	23	Reference	Aug 19, 2026Stale
#2	LunarticFireflyArtCategory, audience, pricing & cadence	21	2 fewer	Aug 19, 2026

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Article Latest postPublic'.motion|+|station.'

August 12 View post we remain choking, joyfully!, on the dust of babel, each ending end one more leaf on the pile, the fires of autumn growing in the distance, and we must -+REJOICE+- sing our songs to the worms and the sullen rains, our young little more than effigies, rotting as they stand.

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i dreamed of my dead dog, soft in silence, gently twitching in her sleep while stars circled in the indigo sky, above.i felt at peace and sighed when my cat came to sit next to me in the grass as we watched it all.ArticleAugust 12Public 0 1 i dreamed of a long and empty stretch of road, the moon bright and high in a starless sky.on either side, fallow fields seemed to stretch forever.ArticleJuly 6Public 0 0 'i wanna be yr friend.'May 14 View post you lick yr lips with contagious abandon, wires, black+red, slick with motor oil, bits of cheap latex beneath broken fingernails. (and you remember crawling up the pylons, the city bright beneath you.)ArticleMay 14Public 0 0 'searching for a new deuteronomy'May 12 View post let the first law be of tooth and claw, let the third law be of love and blood, let the second come to the surface of the sea, so red in the fading light of Everything.ArticleMay 12Public 0 0 'in the shadow of louis antoine.'April 14 View post you that would steal the last breath from the dead, that would see the world drowned in black sand, that would swallow gold and shriek for more, may yr end be an eternity for you and as a blink for the rest of us.ArticleApril 14Public 0 0 'what if yr last thought was of the loquat?'April 1 View post swallowing seawater, a repetition, repeating, salted stomach full! to bursting, as the day breaks in a thousand pieces against the waves, tangled kelp a noose or a shackle to be gnawed and spat out because there's no room left in the guts.ArticleApril 1Public 0 0 'a new pedestrianism.'March 30 View post like a carcrash kissed windshield and a pocketful of lambs' ears, satellites sent up by no one to no where, ain't anyone left to remember that we went to the moon, the sea, and the sand.ArticleMarch 30Public 0 0 'oh, what a grand evening!: a fable.'March 26ArticleMarch 26Public 0 0 i dreamed of an infant the size of a small child.it lay, facedown, upon the kitchen table we had when i was a child, pale and puffy, like unbaked soudough.ArticleMarch 25Public 0 0 'fourteen red bricks.'March 25 View post no matter the sting of silence no matter how blue you cannot eat the fucking sky.ArticleMarch 25Public 0 0 'an apple, chrome plated.'February 11 View post if not winter ,when,? we exchange teeth for bullets and back, again, scratching new astronomies in the palegrey dust of dead childhood(s.)ArticleFebruary 11Public 0 0

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