The phrase 'mansplayne the pope' hath the same rhythm as the phrase 'pynke ponye clubbe'

Crickey, did everything just suddenly steam up?

Blessed 🙏🏻

We all have forests on our minds. Forests unexplored, unending. Each one of us gets lost in the forest, every night, alone.

Also if any of you weirdo liberals who do this come across my feed- please understand what a fucking freak you are if you spend time going "hey evil tech that's melting the world, please generate me a photograph of Vlad Putin fucking Trump over the resolute desk cos it's bad- not homophobic tho".

Oppression, alas, doesn't make you automatically good when new rules change your opportunities. Colonized "Celts" became colonizers, Americo-Liberians reproduced colonial dynamics in West Africa, anti-Western-colonial Arab Nationalists oppressed the Kurds. Shit's complicated.

Sounds a jolly wonderful time, Simon!

I look at the world, at the forests and the mountains here, the sky, and it's all right, as it should be. But we aren't. People aren't. We're wrong. We do wrong. No animal does wrong. How could they? But we can, and we do. And we never stop.

Let us do without soldiers. The joy built upon successful slaughter is not the right kind of joy; it will not do; it is fearful and it is trivial.

We've just crossed the equinoctial threshold, leaves are just about bursting forth, flowers bejewel the landscape, our early plants are in the soil.

Fuck, I love spring.

Having a job is what prevents most of us from playing hungry hungry guillotines

First cup of tea: opening notes of the day’s symphony.

"Robots are feasting on my face!"
— @mxfrankduffy.bsky.social

Some red potatoes

As spring is here, many of you will be thinking about getting your first early potatoes ready to plant soon.

Don’t forget that the once popular variety “red Duke of York” is now known as “Potato Mountbatten-Windsor”

Why is this so relatable? 🥲

Yo when you get your car / license, wanna come to The Farm for a jaunt?

Churchill was a genocidal c*nt,
Turing saved the country that ultimately betrayed him.

Yesss

This is how I access Bluesky

One sitting's worth, yes?

Some folk could really do with more self-doubt and abasement.

the endless warm drizzle of spring—the ice of Antarctica, falling softly on the heads of the children of those responsible for melting it.

Digger by Ursula Vernon. @mxfrankduffy.bsky.social, I think you'd love it.

Also Gunnerkrigg Court by Tom Siddell.

Vote Green to boil Starmer’s piss

Their stomach was making the rumblies - that only hands would satisfy.

What do you mean you didn't hand them meanings on a platter? Gods forbid one uses their little grey cells.

Exactly the content I yearn for.

Congrats! Hope their sibling can help!

She could kill me any way she wanted. Dealer's choice 😍

You gave a really interesting talk, thank you!