fluffly brown & black cag with white socks sleeping on my computer chair

sorry boss the computer just aint working

dreamt: mid-conference, for clout, i pull out my pocket knife and crunch my right ring fingie off at the 2nd joint. i throw the dis-member at the Chair and stand up.
Enough of this! We need to do something now. Talky time is over.
then we did a riot in the science building and ran from enforcement

planet got tilted 😔

if i am truly belovd of god
whys my pussy smell of cod

dreamt we were all out fishing by the creepy abandoned house.
the devil showed up and scared all the fish so we tied to him a chair. this made the fish happy so we caught lots.
putting the devil closer to the abandoned house made reality warp all static black and white jitter, good photo op

strait and narrow
makes an easily controlled fellow

Works -great- in steel fab too. "We have a tolerance for a reason, work within it." "Perfect is the mortal enemy of good enough, don't overthink it." etc

me: I know that word is French because I’ve seen a lot of words

but the names of the dead are always lost to time, eventually

-n. k. jemisin, the city we make

transparent plastic tub with blue gloves attached to allow a person to manipulate objects inside tub without getting inadvertently scienced to death

aint know photography but this is the guy:

one of them science boxes with the built-in arm gloves

fucking perfect book to end and open the year. my heart is broken and full. may i grow as gods can't

coved of THE KINGDOM OF GODS by N. K. JEMISIN the monstrous tall waves of a parted sea curle up around the strange towers of dark and fiery city, the half-human face of of some enormous entity covers the sky

finishing the year with book 3 of the inheritance trilogy. i woke much too early to pain & shit But! because of that i will be able to listen to the whole seventeen hours before the calendar flops over.

"i saw the hypocrisy in all the things the priests had taught me. its all very well to say the world values reason & compassion & justice, but if nothing in reality reflects those words, they're meaningless."

n. k. jemisin, the broken kingdoms

the all day simmer is the fuking point! its about having the time to enjoy life ffs

today i went to fast food and fucked up ordering so bad that the employees gave me a pity churro (delicious)

"im tired of being what everyone else has made me. i want to be myself."

"you are what your creators and experiences have made you, like every other being in this universe. accept that and be done. [...]
Your future, however, is yours to make, even now."

n.k. jemisin, the hundred thousand kingdoms

gorgeous!!!

yes

i stumble midsentence, accidentally combining two known pronouns to make an unknown third. you have to wait while i scribble it on my arm and impatiently ask wtf?
oh, im a theoretical genderist. gotta pass this on to the material genders to see if it has real world applications.

dont think about the count of monte cristo as a book, its an anime. thats why theres 100 page flashback mini arcs about some dude's nephew's friend's cousin romantic adventures in rome (the sexy femboy is important to the main story i promise)

its got his smug lil smile 💙

is the innocence of childhood anything other than a flavor of stupidity that adults like?

text: romcommunist says "lukewarm take but i personally do not give a shit if poor people cheat a system that was designed to fail them anyways. i also coincidentally do not enjoy the taste the of boot rubber" in a textbubble implying seven of nine says it

an old joint container filled up with marriediguanas butts

its that time of the month
when i smoke all the ends i was too fancy smoke back when i had cash

when i was getting consult for top surgy i asked the doctor if they did toenail removal too and the doc literally went ?¿😱?¿
i broke this poor meatmechs brain with my desire to live free of such a tiny & ridiculous part of human meat
[doc said no]

i trialled wifflebats as a vehicle repellent, it was super effective at changing drives minds about turning into pedestrian pathways.

white growth in a fresh treewound in the ominous gloaming

fart loud to establish dominance

cover of the book THE CITY WE BECAME by N. K. JEMISIN is a photo of the underside of a nyc bridge with a collage of the city skyline behind it with

this book is like meeting an old friend for the first time
exciting and scary and beautiful and poetic
the echos will be with me forever