Jack
@winterjack.bsky.social
He/Him.
Cat dad.
Love is love. Religion is cancer.
Ask. I'll answer.
Cat dad.
Love is love. Religion is cancer.
Ask. I'll answer.
All the free space
damn near fills the place
inside, barely a seat
instead of the people
it's all just
memories on repeat
damn near fills the place
inside, barely a seat
instead of the people
it's all just
memories on repeat
December 10, 2025 at 6:49 AM
All the free space
damn near fills the place
inside, barely a seat
instead of the people
it's all just
memories on repeat
damn near fills the place
inside, barely a seat
instead of the people
it's all just
memories on repeat
Faint flickering fragile flame,
you've gone out, there's no glimmer
my world is all the dimmer.
you've gone out, there's no glimmer
my world is all the dimmer.
November 8, 2025 at 9:31 PM
Faint flickering fragile flame,
you've gone out, there's no glimmer
my world is all the dimmer.
you've gone out, there's no glimmer
my world is all the dimmer.
Corrosive and fragile
an acid vial for a brain and a heart and all the other soft parts.
Plastic capsule sealed by a gaffer tape gasket.
Mask it. Rachet strap it. Trap it. Tap it.
poison this long pig casket.
an acid vial for a brain and a heart and all the other soft parts.
Plastic capsule sealed by a gaffer tape gasket.
Mask it. Rachet strap it. Trap it. Tap it.
poison this long pig casket.
October 2, 2025 at 4:41 AM
Corrosive and fragile
an acid vial for a brain and a heart and all the other soft parts.
Plastic capsule sealed by a gaffer tape gasket.
Mask it. Rachet strap it. Trap it. Tap it.
poison this long pig casket.
an acid vial for a brain and a heart and all the other soft parts.
Plastic capsule sealed by a gaffer tape gasket.
Mask it. Rachet strap it. Trap it. Tap it.
poison this long pig casket.
Tis harvest,
reap what ye've sown.
Empathy is false, tis known.
At least you had the opportunity to be grown.
reap what ye've sown.
Empathy is false, tis known.
At least you had the opportunity to be grown.
September 11, 2025 at 5:22 PM
Tis harvest,
reap what ye've sown.
Empathy is false, tis known.
At least you had the opportunity to be grown.
reap what ye've sown.
Empathy is false, tis known.
At least you had the opportunity to be grown.
Saltsored succubus inkblind incubus,
how is there anything left for us?
this world warps the weft of us!
Right and left of us, leave it bereft of us.
how is there anything left for us?
this world warps the weft of us!
Right and left of us, leave it bereft of us.
September 5, 2025 at 6:59 PM
Saltsored succubus inkblind incubus,
how is there anything left for us?
this world warps the weft of us!
Right and left of us, leave it bereft of us.
how is there anything left for us?
this world warps the weft of us!
Right and left of us, leave it bereft of us.
Oh lord you're bored and I jus' wanna know when your entertainment became my fucking chore?
September 2, 2025 at 3:06 AM
Oh lord you're bored and I jus' wanna know when your entertainment became my fucking chore?
"Those left standing will make millions writing books on the way it should have been."
August 16, 2025 at 11:56 PM
"Those left standing will make millions writing books on the way it should have been."
I don't care how long it's been. I miss you.
Yea, I know all things end. If anyone asks though;
I'm still your friend.
Yea, I know all things end. If anyone asks though;
I'm still your friend.
July 13, 2025 at 6:12 AM
I don't care how long it's been. I miss you.
Yea, I know all things end. If anyone asks though;
I'm still your friend.
Yea, I know all things end. If anyone asks though;
I'm still your friend.
Witness our witness! he's smoked hisself witless! witness him bumbling mumbling listless... it's trauma but we'll call it sickness
July 7, 2025 at 9:07 PM
Witness our witness! he's smoked hisself witless! witness him bumbling mumbling listless... it's trauma but we'll call it sickness
Halfway thru , according to the average for people like me.
Hope the last half is fucking better than the first.
Hope the last half is fucking better than the first.
June 25, 2025 at 11:20 PM
Halfway thru , according to the average for people like me.
Hope the last half is fucking better than the first.
Hope the last half is fucking better than the first.
Woke up toked up
Going to get yoked up
No air, I'm choked up!
tried my best not to cut myself
on the broken cup
Of what was, is and may
be
Atch, that stings!
Going to get yoked up
No air, I'm choked up!
tried my best not to cut myself
on the broken cup
Of what was, is and may
be
Atch, that stings!
May 14, 2025 at 1:42 AM
Woke up toked up
Going to get yoked up
No air, I'm choked up!
tried my best not to cut myself
on the broken cup
Of what was, is and may
be
Atch, that stings!
Going to get yoked up
No air, I'm choked up!
tried my best not to cut myself
on the broken cup
Of what was, is and may
be
Atch, that stings!
Bleat bleating, huddling for heating
Just repeat; repeating cheep or cheap
Throwing bodies atop the heap
Oh not those! You wanna keep?
History repeat; repeating
keep taking the beating
Just repeat; repeating cheep or cheap
Throwing bodies atop the heap
Oh not those! You wanna keep?
History repeat; repeating
keep taking the beating
May 9, 2025 at 8:08 PM
Bleat bleating, huddling for heating
Just repeat; repeating cheep or cheap
Throwing bodies atop the heap
Oh not those! You wanna keep?
History repeat; repeating
keep taking the beating
Just repeat; repeating cheep or cheap
Throwing bodies atop the heap
Oh not those! You wanna keep?
History repeat; repeating
keep taking the beating
Obliterated; the monsters negated, so I'm done being hated. I've got to be fucking shattered, detach me from every thing that mattered. My soul is battered and tattered and oh? Oh! It's time to go!
To let go, oh to let me go.
To let go, oh to let me go.
May 9, 2025 at 1:00 AM
Obliterated; the monsters negated, so I'm done being hated. I've got to be fucking shattered, detach me from every thing that mattered. My soul is battered and tattered and oh? Oh! It's time to go!
To let go, oh to let me go.
To let go, oh to let me go.
I think the depression is winning.
I can't tell which direction I'm spinning and...Oh.
It's down.
Duh you fucking clown where else would it, could it be?
You changed nothing so nothing changed.
I can't tell which direction I'm spinning and...Oh.
It's down.
Duh you fucking clown where else would it, could it be?
You changed nothing so nothing changed.
April 30, 2025 at 12:32 PM
I think the depression is winning.
I can't tell which direction I'm spinning and...Oh.
It's down.
Duh you fucking clown where else would it, could it be?
You changed nothing so nothing changed.
I can't tell which direction I'm spinning and...Oh.
It's down.
Duh you fucking clown where else would it, could it be?
You changed nothing so nothing changed.
Hello wit's end?
We, in the royal, are sick of what fits in, gets in and this shit has only just begun to begin.
What they're calling wins? They're gods-damned sins. Who fucking led us here again? Empty the bins, fill the stink weed tins and burn away the skins.
We, in the royal, are sick of what fits in, gets in and this shit has only just begun to begin.
What they're calling wins? They're gods-damned sins. Who fucking led us here again? Empty the bins, fill the stink weed tins and burn away the skins.
April 30, 2025 at 12:28 PM
Hello wit's end?
We, in the royal, are sick of what fits in, gets in and this shit has only just begun to begin.
What they're calling wins? They're gods-damned sins. Who fucking led us here again? Empty the bins, fill the stink weed tins and burn away the skins.
We, in the royal, are sick of what fits in, gets in and this shit has only just begun to begin.
What they're calling wins? They're gods-damned sins. Who fucking led us here again? Empty the bins, fill the stink weed tins and burn away the skins.
Let me rest in the woods I used to roam
Set me down, let me down in the loam
Go on, take the light, I'm all right in the gloam.
I'm ready to go home.
Set me down, let me down in the loam
Go on, take the light, I'm all right in the gloam.
I'm ready to go home.
February 25, 2025 at 4:29 PM
Let me rest in the woods I used to roam
Set me down, let me down in the loam
Go on, take the light, I'm all right in the gloam.
I'm ready to go home.
Set me down, let me down in the loam
Go on, take the light, I'm all right in the gloam.
I'm ready to go home.
All so performative, becoming normative
Wonder who it's for, as you've locked the door can't have anyone see, unless they pay your fee.
Can't let lives be free unless they match what you see.
In the mirror.
Shame you can't use it to reflect, cruel you, use it to project and justify your reject.
Wonder who it's for, as you've locked the door can't have anyone see, unless they pay your fee.
Can't let lives be free unless they match what you see.
In the mirror.
Shame you can't use it to reflect, cruel you, use it to project and justify your reject.
January 27, 2025 at 4:09 PM
All so performative, becoming normative
Wonder who it's for, as you've locked the door can't have anyone see, unless they pay your fee.
Can't let lives be free unless they match what you see.
In the mirror.
Shame you can't use it to reflect, cruel you, use it to project and justify your reject.
Wonder who it's for, as you've locked the door can't have anyone see, unless they pay your fee.
Can't let lives be free unless they match what you see.
In the mirror.
Shame you can't use it to reflect, cruel you, use it to project and justify your reject.
It's the frozen morning dew, and the chance to enjoy the silent world with you that makes the hell I go through hurt less, that soothes my stress.
January 9, 2025 at 8:17 AM
It's the frozen morning dew, and the chance to enjoy the silent world with you that makes the hell I go through hurt less, that soothes my stress.
A field of snow so pure and peaceful, disturbed only by a mind that relives my crimes and finds them unforgivable. I was just trying to make my life livable. I wish I were divisible so I could cut off the parts that continually break my heart.
December 24, 2024 at 3:53 PM
A field of snow so pure and peaceful, disturbed only by a mind that relives my crimes and finds them unforgivable. I was just trying to make my life livable. I wish I were divisible so I could cut off the parts that continually break my heart.
I can't think, I can't breathe, I can't be.
When you're weighing on me, atop my shoulders, crushing my chest.
Let me rest, you're not at your best and I request, at my soul's behest, this problem be addressed, the wounds be redressed, they're abscessed.
When you're weighing on me, atop my shoulders, crushing my chest.
Let me rest, you're not at your best and I request, at my soul's behest, this problem be addressed, the wounds be redressed, they're abscessed.
December 12, 2024 at 8:12 PM
I can't think, I can't breathe, I can't be.
When you're weighing on me, atop my shoulders, crushing my chest.
Let me rest, you're not at your best and I request, at my soul's behest, this problem be addressed, the wounds be redressed, they're abscessed.
When you're weighing on me, atop my shoulders, crushing my chest.
Let me rest, you're not at your best and I request, at my soul's behest, this problem be addressed, the wounds be redressed, they're abscessed.
Take a walk and talk, 'til our throats feel lined with chalk, chords seizing for no reason other than getting past the past and letting go at last because everything changed so fast.
December 7, 2024 at 4:30 PM
Take a walk and talk, 'til our throats feel lined with chalk, chords seizing for no reason other than getting past the past and letting go at last because everything changed so fast.
Broken bones built broken homes filled with broken people sitting around their broken phones but there's no ring, no call at all, to soothe the sting of losing what was never yours due to your choosing
November 28, 2024 at 8:02 PM
Broken bones built broken homes filled with broken people sitting around their broken phones but there's no ring, no call at all, to soothe the sting of losing what was never yours due to your choosing
Heaping spoonful of lies upon lies works as well as hiding shit with flies. Sure seems sweet until the smell from hell hits in the heat and the truth known becomes the truth shown.
November 27, 2024 at 10:14 PM
Heaping spoonful of lies upon lies works as well as hiding shit with flies. Sure seems sweet until the smell from hell hits in the heat and the truth known becomes the truth shown.