i love all my children, especially the most horrible ones (stellar's jays)
i love all my children, especially the most horrible ones (stellar's jays)
i suspect other people are not told as often as i am, "i had a vision about you."
not by magi, not by schizos. often by people who have only met me a few times. they never know how to talk about it. i saw you showing up for me. i saw us on an adventure.
it's funny to be eldritch
hereby referring to the US as "the midnorthern predecolonized americas"
a calf wearing a party hat and surrounded by different colored balloons
this is the future liberals want
ALERTA: BAD BAD BADDIE
DEATH TO AMERICA AND THE ZIONIST ENTITY
THE HEINOUS WEAPONS AT PLAY MUST BE TAKEN AND DESTROYED.
THESE WRETCHED MASTERS MUST BE BURIED AND MULCHED.
THESE UNFORGIVABLE DEEDS CANNOT BE UNDONE. THEIR CONSEQUENCES WILL ECHO LIKE CENTURIES OF SHATTERING GLASS.
THE VIGIL TO PREVENT THEM MUST BE ETERNAL.
Things look grim in the markets right now, but at least the U.S. economy wasnβt already being propped up by a massive speculative AI bubble that is highly sensitive to rising energy costs.
Carmen Sandiego from the 90s cartoon
Happy International Women's Day to the original International Woman
Pauly Walnuts very seriously telling someone that βitβs called Broad daylight because women light up the worldβ
international womenβs day
i made a "album" of what i'll be performing tomorrow
tidal.com/album/505327...
nobody involved in this shit should ever be forgiven
40k words in the current (second) draft, early reviews are positive, hoping to finish it this summer.
"Becoming"
It's a romance novel about a 19yo trans woman and her best friend, growing up in a nameless yearless place that you will clock pretty quickly as Boring, Oregon in 2004. As their school's chief bullies, they bash gaybashers, and learn how that won't end the cycle of violence -- while falling in love.
Describe your plot in five words or less - if you dare.
"Bombshell bully grasps lateral violence."
ah yes, the three great enemies of christianity: gog, magog, and prog
DEATH TO AMERICA AND THE ZIONIST ENTITY
EMPIRE CRUMBLES UNDER ITS OWN CORPULENCE.
EVIL SQUIRMS AGAINST INEVITABLE EPHEMERALITY.
THE DAWN OF A NEW ERA IS A TIME OF MONSTERS
SO TO MY MOST MONSTROUS PEERS I SAY:
NOW IS OUR TIME.
I get yelled at for saying this but for many hundreds of years people went to university not to get diplomas or be employable but because immersion in the humanities was considered foundational to a good life, and school must return to its original purpose: the joy of learning.
hell no i don't know what poly ticks is, and i don't read books because that's where cummunists keep their proper ganders >:(
i'm just saying that naming someone Loud-And-Shitty is certainly one way to deal with very high infant mortality rates
hell no i don't know what poly ticks is, and i don't read books because that's where cummunists keep their proper ganders >:(
at the party, i offer in conversation:
> it's like the opposite of when you name a kid "stinky" so they'll stay cleanly
everyone looks at me. conversation stops. nobody knows anyone named stinky, or bad hunter, or slowest nerd, or tasty for jaguars. i remember it is not 200kbce
whereβs the button i can press that summons someone who wants to cuddle me π₯Ί
iβm so glad america wonβt survive π
The WARFIGHTER known to his FELLOW WARRIORS as AMOGUS has been KILLED IN ACTION by FRIENDLY FIRE
intrusive thought: hegseth is a demon who sedates his body with liquor, who knows what is happening to it.
you don't deserve my cortisol, j. you're a patriots fan
almost crashed out this morning about pnw settler-emigre who fly cascadia shit "because it looks cool" while thinking decolonization is purely theoretical. fucking hell
i've got an urkel bash for you mr friendship www.youtube.com/watch?v=UGMM...
the cycle you call life-death-rebirth, we call decay. it is how life comes from death. what keeps a living world alive is not a mystic lazarus drive but that you will be eaten and digested and used for fuel over and over and over. decay, empire. return to soil, so we may make fruit of you.