Send him to Moscow.

Just finished ALIEN and man. You couldn’t make this movie now. Most of the cast is dead

I am also back after a three day break but you don't see me making a big deal about it

Jesus died for my sins and I’m going to make sure he gets his money’s worth

Now before I get started helping your friend here, a little background on why we call it “CPR.”

My dream of being a poet vanished like a thing in a whatever.

Still this one (I hear the angel voiced as Samuel L. Jackson):

Twitter thread. AEnzo: "Fun fact: blueberries are the only fruit named after a color 🤗" Utada: "star fruit?" AEnzo: "So close!! That is a shape 💕"

A young black man sits at a table quietly reading. Four large white men, three of them in police uniforms, surround him.

Stunning photo: James Bradford in 1961, arrested for reading in the Jackson, Mississippi public library.

A viral dog rescue from 2016 is now immortalized with a statue in Kazakhstan. When a dog fell into the Sayran reservoir, bystanders formed a human chain to pull him to safety. The statue is a reminder of the value of unity, solidarity and collective action. 14/10 for all

Where do you see yourself in five business days?

I'm going to put your call on a brief hold while I slam my head into a wall repeatedly, just one moment please

*pressing my ear to the asphalt*
A Blockbuster once stood here…

the moby dick guy should have set more realistic goals for himself.

cramming for this eye exam looking at every fucking thing I can

Hold up...I thought Diana Ross was the Supreme Leader?

i see we’re going to the same place. would you like to share a hand basket?

A lino print of a fox in birch woods with strong shadows

A little break from birds. One of my favourite lino prints I’ve made is this one titled ‘Fox & Birch’ - it’s printed on gorgeous Japanese washi paper, and using excellent Cranfield printing inks which are made locally to me.

#linoprint #foxart 🦊

That thing kids push around

the back of my resume is a 8x10 photo of my theater degree from ASU (pictured here)

[whispering to paramedic before I pass out] save me but not enough that I have to go to work tomorrow

a guy who claimed to be named John Barron and sounded a lot like Trump called into C-SPAN to complain about the Supreme Court's tariff decision and call Hakeem Jeffries "a dope"

(John Barron is a pseudonym Trump has used for himself when talking to journalists)

If you are a certain kind of person, you will be also be thrilled to learn.... that Vince Guaraldi played with Jerry Garcia, with Garcia's side band (the Jerry Garcia Band) at the Matrix in San Francisco, several times in 1970-1972.

Okay, I’ve heard all the criticisms. I agree now that my plan to create a Jonestown on Mars was foolish and dangerous. I will instead be building a much more achievable Jonestown on the Moon

FISH POEM Stella Sacco My best friend in Catholic grade school, Tony, Lived on one side of the highway to Pittstield And between the sets of lanes, Set deep down a sharp incline, There was a little stream Running from one corrugated pipe to another And when I'd come visit we'd cross the road And we'd climb down And we'd get our hands and shoes wet And we'd hunt for cool rocks. But one day we found a big fish instead.

It was in a pool slightly deeper and wider Than the rest of the stream And we were mystified. It was big, much bigger than we figured A fish in a stream that narrow should be. Not that we had ever seen a fish there before. It was alive and so still That we were able to reach into the water And stroke it And feel its slick scales And so we sang songs to it And we called it a gentle giant And it didn't swim away And we thought it was a miracle And we wondered where it would go from there And we went back inside.

The next time I saw Tony I brought up our gentle giant And he looked at me with a sort of bladed pity And said "It was dying, dummy." He explained he had talked to his mom And his mom had said The fish came from somewhere else And had gotten stranded in that stream somehow And had nothing to eat anymore And not enough room to swim And the reason it didn't swim away from us Is because it couldn't swim away from us. It couldn't swim anywhere. We were the giants, not the fish, And we had played with it As it was dying.

I got sad. Maybe it was able to go downstream, I offered. Tony countered with a "How?" For which I did not have a great answer. But I just think If I was dying, As l am every day, I would like someone Who thought I was miraculous To touch me And feel my soft skin And sing to me While I went.

Fish Poem

IT'S ALL PINK IN THERE Stella Sacco The doctor cracks open my ribs. She takes a step back, stumped. "What's wrong?" I ask. (I'm awake for some reason.) She takes a moment. "Well," she says, "All your blood is pink." Oh. "Because your heart is a pink marshmallow bunny." "Like from Easter?" She nods grimly. "Like from Easter." Well. This is embarrassing. "Does this happen to other girls?" She's busy thinking. "I could hurt you." "I wish you wouldn't." I frown under my mask. "I could squeeze it or melt it in the microwave." "I know you could." "It's just marshmallow." Time passes. My ribs are still open. My soft pink bunny heart beats. Blood is still pumping. She's deciding.

A LITTLE OFF THE TOP Stella Sacco You told me you loved that I was six feet tall. On that date, In my little shorts and my Sailor Moon legs, You looked at me like I was carved from marble. Of course, When I was supposed to meet your friends You asked if I could maybe be 5'9". That was easy. A few inches of spine. "Anything for you, baby." Of course, When you'd be hung up on your exes You asked me to be 5'3" One of them looked like that girl from Euphoria, But hey. It's just a little smaller. "Happy to." Of course, When you needed to go away without me, You needed me to be 4'9". Much smaller than you. Not visible in your peripheral, No distraction from your important work. My perfumed love notes stacked neatly To read at your leisure Or not at all. "Love is about compromise."

Of course, It was hard for you to get smaller. If I needed something, To know where we stood, or To know I was on your mind, You'd trim a fingernail. If you could. And if you couldn't, well. "A good partner would respect that." But here's something nobody tells you: You get good at getting smaller. You barely notice the pieces missing after. A vertebra here, a chunk from the fibula there. Some time in the dehydrator. It hurts like hell, but. The alternative is not having a space with you at all. So I got really good at it. I live in a little hole in your kitchen wall now. I sleep on a marshmallow And I swordfight cockroaches with a sewing needle And I eat my breakfast of crumbs on a bottle cap. And at night, When I tiptoe into the kitchen To nibble on your gigantic wheel of Swiss cheese, I can hear you in the other room And it sounds like you're having a great time.

A Little Off The Top