The therian validation of not understanding human communication pairs kindly with the existential horror of knowing that you need to scream but have no mouth.

I don't know what to do other than cover my mirror with a towel and try not to think about it. [9/9]

How do I explain what she refuses to know? How could I describe sight to the blind or hearing to the deaf? ... How do I stop the screaming? [8/9]

The sparkling in those eyes is like the dying light of a candle glinting off the edges of a shattered mirror reflecting the depths of the ocean. Her eyes are SCREAMING across the gulf of space. Silently screaming. Screaming for me to hear. I can feel her sorrow piercing my soul. [7/9]

Why would anyone stamp out such a vibrant flame in such a dim world? How could I? There's enough cruelty around here, a little empty hope never hurt anyone, right? But still...

I just... can't seem look away from that little collie staring at me. [6/9]

I can't be sad about it. I think anyone who really took the time to look could easily see that she's spent her entire life trying. She clearly NEEDS it, to chase the truck she'll never catch, if for nothing else than to keep going... So why would anyone ever tell her about futility? [5/9]

Not because the words didn't exist, nor even because she would never believe the words even if she heard them.

There's no way she could ever to TRULY KNOW she's known- and so she would never be understood the way she WANTS to be understood... Not for all the love and words in the universe. [4/9]

Paragraphs upon paragraphs-

some written like poetry, some completely unintelligible-

Though enough to fill several books...

I think she's been trying to understand HOW to be understood. Truth be told I don't know and I certainly hope NOT. I could never tell her she can't have THAT- [3/9]

There's this little collie staring at me. With wide grey-blue eyes sparkling, just staring. Her tail is a blur of black and white. She's not quite a stray. I've known her through years of screaming and whispers, philippics and flirts, gnaws and kisses, fantasies and horrors... [2/9]

I wrote a little... not quite poem, not quite story, definitely just a thought... thing- to try to capture how I have ben feeling lately.

Attached as a thread.

"Pale Blue Dots" [1/9]

I somehow made it through my first week of a new position while my entire world has been burning down around me.

Orbis Non Sufficit

Artwork of a jumbled coyote drawn in black and purple, with the paper cut up and rearranged. The similarly jumbled background resembles desert foothills at sunset, and is mixed up with the cut-out forms of the coyote. In place of the eyes are some bits of sky and colorful brushstrokes.

🔻 Overstimulation 🔻
mixed media on cut paper mounted on reclaimed wood

Original sold, prints available: sasharjones.com/store/overst...

No. This is somewhere to be. This is all you have, but it's still something. Streets and sodium lights. The sky, the world. You're still alive.

i drew this a couple years ago to vent about the state of things and people said i was "doomposting" but honestly things haven't gotten any better so the feeling remains

Photo of a sketchbook illustration. A black wolf sits beneath a full moon, its back twisted as it looks upwards. Beneath the wolf is a tally mark of five

Got a combination sketch book and journal thing. I am going to attempt to do something in it every day, and decided to start it today on the date of full moon, and about a month later to my five years on HRT

im like an emotional support dog except i can talk and i only take a break from encouraging you to do psychotic things to ask for cigarettes and cheese

liked every post but this.

boo. more transhumanistic delerium!

Leaving 2025 on all fours and snarling

I've decided that the therian version of brother from another mother is critter from another litter.

Reskeet to spread the good word. 🐾

The whole planet right now.

If you can't be a comrade to yourself, how can you be a comrade to others?

I'm not even sure what to say after everything I've just been through.

Oh, no, it's where you run the ground into the negative post! It's a massive fire danger but "works" for grounding something. It's used in lighting switches sometimes and it's the worst idea imaginable aside from using pennies or something to bridge a gap.

I always check at goodwill or a pawn shop for something like that. Otherwise you can remove the ground of any appliance with a pair of pliers, or go to a hardware store and buy an adapter. There's an inherent fire risk but it's not huge if you're mindful of it. Also DON'T EVER use a cheater ground.

Do not dishonor the spirits, nor yourself, lest the one form of disrespect flows into the other.

Max: Now with 20% more Rabies Immunity*.

[quietly and quickly] *Subscription must be renewed in 2 years for continued coverage, do not take with alcohol, ask your doctor if Max is right for you.

Cropped image of a hospital discharge paperwork form stating "Today's Visit: You were seen by Amir Batman. Reason for visit: Animal Bite. Diagnosis: Bat bite of finger, initial encounter. Exposure to bat without known... [the text here is cut off]... Medications Given: Amoxicillin clavulanate. Rabies immue globulin. Rabies vaccine, avian." Some of the text is cut off but the prognosis is clear, this woman was in the emergency room to get a rabies vaccination from an alleged bat bite.

I reflexively hi-fived a bat mid-air (based but accidental), the little dude was so impressed he bit me finger, I saw Dr. Batman at the ER, and then one of his goons stabbed me like three times.

None of this is a joke. Wednesday was weird.