New Flesh 🍉 🏳️⚧️ 🏕️
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The only communist cat rescue in NJ
Writer
Professor
Permanently broken
they/them; he/him
(This account is one big TW for self-harm, gender dysphoria, and mental illness)
Writer
Professor
Permanently broken
they/them; he/him
(This account is one big TW for self-harm, gender dysphoria, and mental illness)
“Well, bring him here. I’ll get breakfast meanwhile.”
“He’s a cinematographer and an arsonist, apparently.”
“Which one is his primary occupation?””
“He’s a cinematographer and an arsonist, apparently.”
“Which one is his primary occupation?””
January 28, 2026 at 3:13 AM
“Well, bring him here. I’ll get breakfast meanwhile.”
“He’s a cinematographer and an arsonist, apparently.”
“Which one is his primary occupation?””
“He’s a cinematographer and an arsonist, apparently.”
“Which one is his primary occupation?””
“I promise I will send you a copy, because to be honest, I wanted to do the scene with the bodies in the Seine because I did not know what else to do with my knowledge of the dead men in the morgue; I did not know how else I would quell the river inside of me.”
January 28, 2026 at 3:06 AM
“I promise I will send you a copy, because to be honest, I wanted to do the scene with the bodies in the Seine because I did not know what else to do with my knowledge of the dead men in the morgue; I did not know how else I would quell the river inside of me.”
“He asks me to open the window if I smoke, but otherwise doesn’t complain, which I take as a sign of great affection.”
January 28, 2026 at 3:04 AM
“He asks me to open the window if I smoke, but otherwise doesn’t complain, which I take as a sign of great affection.”
““A buddy of mine runs this small underground theater,” he offered as a way of explanation. “Well, not so much a theater as a boiler room, but it’s cool. Want to come?””
January 28, 2026 at 2:21 AM
““A buddy of mine runs this small underground theater,” he offered as a way of explanation. “Well, not so much a theater as a boiler room, but it’s cool. Want to come?””
Jack’s sand-colored suit was creased in a manner unmistakably suggesting that it had been slept in for more than one night, and not changed out of for at least three. His stubble corroborated the suit’s story, and the smell of stale smoke testified that all of this took place in the office.”
January 28, 2026 at 2:17 AM
Jack’s sand-colored suit was creased in a manner unmistakably suggesting that it had been slept in for more than one night, and not changed out of for at least three. His stubble corroborated the suit’s story, and the smell of stale smoke testified that all of this took place in the office.”
“I am not a frequent hugger; for no other reason than my general awkwardness and uncertainty on things like proper distance and hand placement. That time, I managed to not overthink, and hugged the old man, as he cried quietly into my sweater.”
January 28, 2026 at 2:15 AM
“I am not a frequent hugger; for no other reason than my general awkwardness and uncertainty on things like proper distance and hand placement. That time, I managed to not overthink, and hugged the old man, as he cried quietly into my sweater.”
“Cutty cleared the detritus of his life off the only chair in the room and offered it to Billy. He himself settled onto a large turquoise ottoman, apparently unaffiliated with any other pieces of furniture, only to immediately jump up and offer Billy a drink.”
January 28, 2026 at 2:11 AM
“Cutty cleared the detritus of his life off the only chair in the room and offered it to Billy. He himself settled onto a large turquoise ottoman, apparently unaffiliated with any other pieces of furniture, only to immediately jump up and offer Billy a drink.”
“All the people watched in wonderment as the wing shone in
the sun and carried off the robots, propelled by the strength of the sunrays. The robots worked in unison, tilting their sail this way and that way to navigate, but nobody knows where they went. Some say, Mars.”
the sun and carried off the robots, propelled by the strength of the sunrays. The robots worked in unison, tilting their sail this way and that way to navigate, but nobody knows where they went. Some say, Mars.”
January 28, 2026 at 2:08 AM
“All the people watched in wonderment as the wing shone in
the sun and carried off the robots, propelled by the strength of the sunrays. The robots worked in unison, tilting their sail this way and that way to navigate, but nobody knows where they went. Some say, Mars.”
the sun and carried off the robots, propelled by the strength of the sunrays. The robots worked in unison, tilting their sail this way and that way to navigate, but nobody knows where they went. Some say, Mars.”
“”Funny how it is,” the older paramedic named Misha said,
taking a large swallow out of the jug he held with both hands. “Here’s a man, who lived, lived, and then died. May he rest in peace.””
taking a large swallow out of the jug he held with both hands. “Here’s a man, who lived, lived, and then died. May he rest in peace.””
January 28, 2026 at 2:04 AM
“”Funny how it is,” the older paramedic named Misha said,
taking a large swallow out of the jug he held with both hands. “Here’s a man, who lived, lived, and then died. May he rest in peace.””
taking a large swallow out of the jug he held with both hands. “Here’s a man, who lived, lived, and then died. May he rest in peace.””
“For a moment, my foot touched the slippery solid surface of ice, and then broke through, into a faintly fluorescent, moldy air of an underground forest. Long beards of Icelandic moss hung from the rimed branches of dead spruces, and no footsteps resonated on a soft carpet of their fallen needles.”
January 28, 2026 at 2:01 AM
“For a moment, my foot touched the slippery solid surface of ice, and then broke through, into a faintly fluorescent, moldy air of an underground forest. Long beards of Icelandic moss hung from the rimed branches of dead spruces, and no footsteps resonated on a soft carpet of their fallen needles.”
“At first, I guessed him for a Chechen, with his dark skin and an old-style Caucasus cloak, with its ostentatious shoulder pads. But no shoulder pads swept up so abruptly and vertically; the shape of the cloak suggested parts no human body had a right to possess.”
January 28, 2026 at 1:59 AM
“At first, I guessed him for a Chechen, with his dark skin and an old-style Caucasus cloak, with its ostentatious shoulder pads. But no shoulder pads swept up so abruptly and vertically; the shape of the cloak suggested parts no human body had a right to possess.”
“And in his mind, another dance,
entirely imaginary, unfolded slowly, like a paper fan in the hands
of a young girl: the hands grabbing arms, a shiny sliver of a sharp
blade pressed against dark throat . . . the sad fate of the deceased
general kept replaying as he remembered the widow’s letter.”
entirely imaginary, unfolded slowly, like a paper fan in the hands
of a young girl: the hands grabbing arms, a shiny sliver of a sharp
blade pressed against dark throat . . . the sad fate of the deceased
general kept replaying as he remembered the widow’s letter.”
January 28, 2026 at 1:57 AM
“And in his mind, another dance,
entirely imaginary, unfolded slowly, like a paper fan in the hands
of a young girl: the hands grabbing arms, a shiny sliver of a sharp
blade pressed against dark throat . . . the sad fate of the deceased
general kept replaying as he remembered the widow’s letter.”
entirely imaginary, unfolded slowly, like a paper fan in the hands
of a young girl: the hands grabbing arms, a shiny sliver of a sharp
blade pressed against dark throat . . . the sad fate of the deceased
general kept replaying as he remembered the widow’s letter.”
“I get to be a nameless collaborator, the one who equips our robotic cockroaches with sensors and simple programming, little chips that allow them to teach themselves to avoid light and scatter at the sound of
footsteps. So they scatter and are a huge pain in my ass to catch
and fix.”
footsteps. So they scatter and are a huge pain in my ass to catch
and fix.”
January 28, 2026 at 1:56 AM
“I get to be a nameless collaborator, the one who equips our robotic cockroaches with sensors and simple programming, little chips that allow them to teach themselves to avoid light and scatter at the sound of
footsteps. So they scatter and are a huge pain in my ass to catch
and fix.”
footsteps. So they scatter and are a huge pain in my ass to catch
and fix.”
“In the hospital, when I lay in a sulfazine-and-neuroleptics coma,
he would sit on the edge of my bed. “You know what they say about me.”
“Yes,” I whispered, my cheeks so swollen that they squeezed my eyes shut. “Lenin is more alive than any of the living.””
he would sit on the edge of my bed. “You know what they say about me.”
“Yes,” I whispered, my cheeks so swollen that they squeezed my eyes shut. “Lenin is more alive than any of the living.””
January 28, 2026 at 1:51 AM
“In the hospital, when I lay in a sulfazine-and-neuroleptics coma,
he would sit on the edge of my bed. “You know what they say about me.”
“Yes,” I whispered, my cheeks so swollen that they squeezed my eyes shut. “Lenin is more alive than any of the living.””
he would sit on the edge of my bed. “You know what they say about me.”
“Yes,” I whispered, my cheeks so swollen that they squeezed my eyes shut. “Lenin is more alive than any of the living.””
“He drops the pretense of childhood and for a second becomes terrifying—still a kid, but somehow older and deader. “I don’t know why. Who knows why shit happens, huh? Who knows why you don’t tell anyone about them dragging you under the stairs. Why you never told them—””
January 28, 2026 at 1:49 AM
“He drops the pretense of childhood and for a second becomes terrifying—still a kid, but somehow older and deader. “I don’t know why. Who knows why shit happens, huh? Who knows why you don’t tell anyone about them dragging you under the stairs. Why you never told them—””
“He sighs heavily, his eyes misting over. “You know, I grew up in the church. I’m not afraid of ever losing my faith—when I was young, I saw one priest beating another up
with an icon.””
with an icon.””
January 28, 2026 at 1:48 AM
“He sighs heavily, his eyes misting over. “You know, I grew up in the church. I’m not afraid of ever losing my faith—when I was young, I saw one priest beating another up
with an icon.””
with an icon.””
“His lips, bloodless and thin, pulled away from his teeth, and his cheekbones became suddenly prominent, and a thousand ghost eyes—sharp as the icicles sparkling along the top edge of the doorway—looked through his, grey and cold.”
January 28, 2026 at 1:45 AM
“His lips, bloodless and thin, pulled away from his teeth, and his cheekbones became suddenly prominent, and a thousand ghost eyes—sharp as the icicles sparkling along the top edge of the doorway—looked through his, grey and cold.”
“He didn’t mind the military; after they gave him his uniform, shaved his head, and sent him to the barracks, he found it to not be terribly different from being on a farm or a movie set.”
January 28, 2026 at 1:43 AM
“He didn’t mind the military; after they gave him his uniform, shaved his head, and sent him to the barracks, he found it to not be terribly different from being on a farm or a movie set.”
“Meanwhile the depot companies continued to struggle with steel straps that bound the cargo and ammunition to wooden pallets, without bolt cutters or any other tools. Billy’s bayonet was hardly more than a nub by that point.”
January 28, 2026 at 1:39 AM
“Meanwhile the depot companies continued to struggle with steel straps that bound the cargo and ammunition to wooden pallets, without bolt cutters or any other tools. Billy’s bayonet was hardly more than a nub by that point.”
“Even though he was the one who brought them together, from the very moment Mrs Wong emerged from the laundry steam, her arms and hands wet and sinewy, twisting a shirt as if trying to strangle it, her pale eyes were for the visitor only.”
January 28, 2026 at 1:32 AM
“Even though he was the one who brought them together, from the very moment Mrs Wong emerged from the laundry steam, her arms and hands wet and sinewy, twisting a shirt as if trying to strangle it, her pale eyes were for the visitor only.”
“Neither of us ever had an option of not loving the other; the only choice we had was what to do with that love.”
January 28, 2026 at 12:35 AM
“Neither of us ever had an option of not loving the other; the only choice we had was what to do with that love.”
“The road took us past the fields, just a shroud of snow now, and houses, barns half-buried under the snowdrifts, apple trees black like coals, and barren.“
January 28, 2026 at 12:30 AM
“The road took us past the fields, just a shroud of snow now, and houses, barns half-buried under the snowdrifts, apple trees black like coals, and barren.“
“That was another truth I learned as a seal; the game of peek-a-boo was the essential representation of life. If you couldn't see them, they couldn't see you. And if they saw you, things were sure to go downhill.”
January 28, 2026 at 12:21 AM
“That was another truth I learned as a seal; the game of peek-a-boo was the essential representation of life. If you couldn't see them, they couldn't see you. And if they saw you, things were sure to go downhill.”
“Dimensions, for example – as soon as the house on the dunes became unmoored from the very dunes that gave it its nickname, it grew larger on the inside, sprouting additional turrets and rooms and crawlspaces, often hidden behind the walls and impossible to get to – but existing nonetheless.”
January 28, 2026 at 12:20 AM
“Dimensions, for example – as soon as the house on the dunes became unmoored from the very dunes that gave it its nickname, it grew larger on the inside, sprouting additional turrets and rooms and crawlspaces, often hidden behind the walls and impossible to get to – but existing nonetheless.”