currently have a little under $40 because i have had to repay debt to a loved one to avoid both of us going hungry. i have travel to do in the near future and i really don't wanna wind up marooned in centralia or w/e because i foolishly ate my last ten dollars
@alsvid.bsky.social is homeless, struggling to survive and support her hospitalized mother every day, and yet does more for more people in need than many people who are securely housed, employed, and have income to spare. Support her, she deserves the world.
Me when I tell Gen Z kids I used to be cool on the internet because I was an "SA goon" and they start calling the cops on me
from each according to their ability, to each according to their need. Except rap & country
*pushing bangs over obvious new stitched-up crescent incision above eyebrow* Labor should always be compensated for what it creates... Except Rap & Country
rip if bsky vibecoding away consistent picture uploads castrated your mind's eye and left you unable to project your visions into the minds of others. But some of us don't need pixels in any specific order to make a cursed image
if you’re seeing this we have achieved world peace
well guys it’s finally time for me to unveil my masterpiece. i’ve been working on this image for years and have finally perfected it so that anyone who looks at it becomes a Good Person. this will save the world and bring about global peace. anyway here goes
the hideous beauty of everything rears back like the shore before a tsunami. The paradise perception latent in the minds of all creatures retreats from our dull care into the universe around us. A seam of lignite a mile beneath the earth overcomes all attachment and achieves nirvana
we don't need to know to live, we don't need a tomorrow to have a today. Vague lights swim outside and within you, and you can tell yourself a story of tissues acting like broken machines if you want. It's living, if you can call that living, if you can still call anything anything at all
memory is harder and harder and worse and worse. The images are all rotten. The words are all rotten. The data with the images and the words are all rotten. Our thoughts digest the very tissues bearing them, like whitefish guts in the salt darkness of a garum factory
Handler-General Sophelia stands in a black void, surrounded by a trio of Sarthas. Each hound looks up at Her with adoration, as She grasps two of their muzzles with Her gloved fingers.
A hellhound has three bodies.
Our personalised avatars speaking in speech bubbles. The content of the bubbles is pretty much what's on the text of this post!
The Study of Comics in Academia
May 30, 6 PM EDT
I'll be moderating a panel for @cartoonist.coop Nib & Ink Digital Comics Festival, with @neilcohn.bsky.social @scottmccloud.bsky.social @nsousanis.bsky.social - geeking over the developments in comics studies.
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I'm dreamin', and in my dream / I see your eyes / they fill my heart with Heaven / I'm flyin', and in the sky / I see your eyes / they answer all my longing / For you /
I've always lived my life in fantasy
The Raging Demon Dutch Oven
outside the birds are singing the cheerful songs of spring, and their tatsuro yamashita impression is sublime in its perfection. and outside the sun is smiling wide and true on all of us, a bit of saliva welling up between its lips and teeth
your meat beeper goes off. log onto Giant Umbilical Cord Zoom. doesn't need to push an update to instantiate lymphslick, ruddy, half-sentient emulations of your boss and coworkers' faces. Giant Umbilical Cord Zoom just works. No one in the history of mankind has had it so perfect
Eating, throwing or crushing... Mr. Do! is very active!
your favorite shut-in pervert continues to write about old video games
We must carry His spirit. It is time
he never forgave his parents for it and never spoke a word of regret about what he did.
"The sick man is taken away by the institution that takes charge not of the individual, but of his illness, an isolated object transformed or eliminated by technicians devoted to the defense of health the way others are attached to the defense of law and order or tidiness." —Michel de Certeau
if they'd been alive anymore, that is. only met one member of one side of her bio fam. was adopted when my grandpa fell in love with her, one of his neighbors & on paper social peers. but there were lines. and this was fucking eugene, oregon
my grandma did not know her biological parents' names until a point at which i, the oldest child of her youngest daughter, would have been old enough to visit them across state lines with only indirect adult supervision
a lot of the hideous and poorly-discussed historic aspects of american settler racism were not really in the past for me, i lived a life partially formed by direct experience with them, under the nurturing & guidance of ppl whose own lives had been maimed by them
i was a little too young for this to be the case. my parents weren't. their parents were born in states with 'anti-miscegentation' laws on the books. my grandpa married my grandma when their west coast state's particularly weird mixed marriage laws got abolished. his family disowned him
Wake up, mimic crosswalk pushbuttons well out the floor of your bedroom. Doorway whines & pants. Squelch one in, producing a cascading series of signal beeps and bright, low-pitched formants from human words. Charmed by the imitation, you stuff a handful of architectural kibble into a nearby bladder
Forgot to post the lineup. Whoops.
i think you should be able to sprinkle breadcrumbs on a pool of lymph in the public park, the living public park, the living public park that fucks and eats, and the city should gasp and moan softly with delight
