Brightly colored
Wet-skinned dreams
All chirp and thrum
Throughout the night
They hide amongst
The creeping moss of me
That drinks
And breathes
The oxygen you sweat
In the jungle paludarium
Where i keep you
In my mind
It needs to be hot
So hot you melt
Evaporate
And drip into
my open mouth
#poetry
A day ending in Y
m.youtube.com/watch?v=tbkF...
I loved this one.
We uncovered a vast surveillance empire whose untraceable tech has been used to target people in more than 100 countries, including the US. It has operated under the radar for decades.
Until now.
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His story is pretty incredible. Plenty of guys back in the day caught bodies in Brooklyn but very few got to write about it in The Atlantic afterwards.
After the genocide in Rwanda the RTLM radio network was dismantled, its architects prosecuted for war crimes, and eventually it was repurposed as a state-run enterprise focused exclusively on repairing the damage it had done and advancing the cause of reconstruction. Just sayin...
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Things were better When one God did the weeping of the rain And another did the drowning Before austerity And capital predation Before the furloughs left Olympus empty And whose idea was all this anyway To roll the responsibilities of the one Who whispered in the hedgerows Into the department for the War Ridiculous as platypus And roaches that ooze milk That's just the sort of jumble you expect From civil servants overworked A bleak dystopian constellation A single straining star Sat behind the plexiglass Cloudy with the spittle of our prayers A dull and lifeless sigh his only answer To the endless questions we provide Long gone the days of plenty Of a God for every note a flute could make And 1300 more Can't even find a working stapler But the forms have multiplied The lines stretch out forever No one's ever served Our souls were told they would save money And reduce a lot of waste We'll never know, now will we Because the only God for actuaries Retired early under pressure And all he does now is play golf
#poetry
Overworked and Underprayed? Nahh lol
Regulatory cuts are an end run that will benefit the wealthy and further immiserate the poor. The answer to the housing problem is to treat it as a public health issue and not an investment vehicle. Because that's what it is.
No US military forces were harmed. No fucking shit, because they are assassinating fishermen from 30k feet. Throw a million dollars of munitions downrange at a forty dollar dinghy and hoorah bout it. These fucking people and their canned hunts are an embarrassment we may never recover from.
Who was the focus group for all these new Skechers commercials? People who are filled with disgust or rage at the thought of touching their shoes cannot be that fuckin common, can they?? It is surreal watching the emphasis on no touching. Like the shoes are lava?
This shit will never not get my head nodding. I mean cmon..
m.youtube.com/watch?v=SZca...
smokey bear sticker national park service top text: only you can prevent forest fires! bottom text: seriously. we've been defunded. it's just you now.
😭😭😭
"Luddites" is a good term for those who oppose AI because the Luddites weren't against *all* technology, just forms of technology that they knew would pay workers less and turn out a shittier product
The solution is to end qualified immunity and force officers to get private insurance with rates determined by their personal and department history.
Nobody has the balls to do it.
All you had to do was pay us enough to live...
Why do I get the feeling we are going to be hearing that again?
I love when hardcore and metal vocalists do shit like this.
m.youtube.com/watch?v=fbRT...
Remember that the church, while an authorized re-seller of faith, is not the manufacturer. Every day is a good day for a resurrection or insurrection as appropriate. Happy Easter.
Under my tongue I keep
A drop of sweat
As complex sweet
And clear
As dirty Sotol
Saved it
Til the day decides
To shrug first
One strap
Then the other
To drop her heat
In a little heap
There by the corner
Of the bed
And climb on me
With all the glory of
A High Sierra
Sunset
#poetry
Under my tongue I keep
The razor
That you lent me
In exchange
For the sparkling wine
Of conversation
In the basement
Warmed by charcoal fire
Too-small coats
And the shivers of
Two savage
Gentle souls
Told me
Keep it
For a day
That never came
When The Tombs
Saw fit
To vomit you
Back up
#poetry
Under my tongue I keep
A grain of salt
From the Sand Bar
Down Campo way
A time I was
Exotic-like
Zebra stripes
Of whiskey glow
And frond shadows
A thing so small
But jagged as we were
Inside out
Back then
and now
I guess
That it some years
Or after
Memory will make of it
A pearl
#poetry
DeathbyRomy is such a fuckin vibe, man.
It is a good day to remember that survival is a radical act of resistance. Love you all.
FUCK JK ROWLING! Send your old hardbacks to Tai Erickson so he can keep using them to make portraits commemorating murdered trans women! www.thepinknews.com/2025/11/11/a...
A long, skinny map titled: "Life and Travels of the European Eel" with a subtitle reading: "From the Eel's Perspective." A label at the bottom of the map reads: "Begin Here." The map top half of the map is an mirror copy of the bottom half. I will put the full text of the column in the alt text in an image in the next post in the thread. The map goes from the bottom of the page up, starting in the Sargasso Sea. An set of arrows show the eels paths to shore, then up a river and into a marshland. The arrows continue up the page to show the eel leaving the marshland and heading back downstream, and out to sea. The land is green and verdant at the bottom of the map, because the eels migrate upstream in the spring. The land is brown and dry at the top of the map, because eels migrate downstream in the autumn. A column of text on the side tells about the eels' journeys and changes. It is more text than I can relate in the space allowed here. Each paragraph has an arrow pointing up to the next one, and they are designed to be read from the bottom of the page going upwards.
Several years ago, on a whim, I started drawing a map of an eel's life travels as seen by the eel.
I figured an eel thinks about its life as a linear journey, rather than a there-and-back again adventure. So I wanted to do a map to reflect this.
This morning, on another whim, I finished the map!
People don't talk enough about the origin of his hatred for Democrats. He used to try to be one of them, but they were disgusted by his gauche slobbery and grabassery and he was cold-shouldered out of NY high society. Even Epstein was grossed out by him.
