somehow, I'm still alive \\ closed poly×ace, transhuman_irl → HRT 2017
[ my poetry: #c022f ]
// pfp: myself as corporate AI logo
// banner: pixel art of a dying god
art by: old me
Sometimes, resilience needs to be reminded to be flexible.
Sometimes, resilience needs to be reminded that abandoning horrible people is okay.
#c022f #Critical-Pressure #transpoets
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This nostalgia blast started with finishing Let's Go Pikachu and I love how they turned out! I want to see if I can get them made as small acrylic blocks. they'd look cool as little desk buddies while I slave at spreadsheets 🤔
#pixelart #ドット絵 #pokemon
1/8 #rethinking #bsky
1/8 #rethinking #bsky
Sometimes, resilience needs to be reminded to be flexible.
Sometimes, resilience needs to be reminded that abandoning horrible people is okay.
#c022f #Critical-Pressure #transpoets
Sometimes, resilience needs to be reminded to be flexible.
Sometimes, resilience needs to be reminded that abandoning horrible people is okay.
#c022f #Critical-Pressure #transpoets
had this in my banner for a while actually.
Basically, the rules I use to route myself. An intro thread from a poet.
It needs some updates.
#c022f #The-March #Galvanize
had this in my banner for a while actually.
Basically, the rules I use to route myself. An intro thread from a poet.
It needs some updates.
#c022f #The-March #Galvanize
The world wants to watch me burn.
You know what's worse? I feel like taunting
Everyone here with what I learn.
I'm struggling with something haunting:
A feeling that I can't ignore.
The hungry mouth inside devouring:
I have no parents anymore.
#c022f
The world wants to watch me burn.
You know what's worse? I feel like taunting
Everyone here with what I learn.
I'm struggling with something haunting:
A feeling that I can't ignore.
The hungry mouth inside devouring:
I have no parents anymore.
#c022f
It responds with warmth and with light
Even though you all see through me
Sometimes, that helps her feel right
She's made of pieces of metal
Twisted around by her pain
She hopes this part of her settles
Somewhere inside of her brain
#c022f
It responds with warmth and with light
Even though you all see through me
Sometimes, that helps her feel right
She's made of pieces of metal
Twisted around by her pain
She hopes this part of her settles
Somewhere inside of her brain
#c022f
i cannot wait for the next one, these are so fucking fun to do
📸 : @sky-writes.bsky.social
i cannot wait for the next one, these are so fucking fun to do
📸 : @sky-writes.bsky.social
A closing loop, all the same.
I tried to look underneath
without falling between.
I think it's something you said.
I think it's nothing but dread.
I think, "it's nothing", you said.
Crossing the horizon, now dead
what, then, do we become instead?
#c022f
A closing loop, all the same.
I tried to look underneath
without falling between.
I think it's something you said.
I think it's nothing but dread.
I think, "it's nothing", you said.
Crossing the horizon, now dead
what, then, do we become instead?
#c022f
I cannot imagine the volume of the whoosh.
I cannot imagine the volume of the whoosh.
We don't leave our broken tools out in the rain.
Instead we created culture and society, songs and honor, villages and retirement and festivals and...
Some of y'all wanna lose all that.
We don't leave our broken tools out in the rain.
Instead we created culture and society, songs and honor, villages and retirement and festivals and...
Some of y'all wanna lose all that.
But that's cuz this hivemind isn't blending, it's overwriting their human mind. I think.
Props to the direction/writing: […]
But that's cuz this hivemind isn't blending, it's overwriting their human mind. I think.
Props to the direction/writing: […]
sky bleeds orange to teal,
a gradient of grief.
Something real.
Below:
the water held our shoulders
like a mother who knows
she cannot fix us
but will not let us smolder.
I did not forgive you.
You did not forgive me.
We simply stood
and let the elements
translate the hell of it.
#c022f
sky bleeds orange to teal,
a gradient of grief.
Something real.
Below:
the water held our shoulders
like a mother who knows
she cannot fix us
but will not let us smolder.
I did not forgive you.
You did not forgive me.
We simply stood
and let the elements
translate the hell of it.
#c022f
meet me where the tide forgets its name;
so I did,
with roots ablaze and lungs full of salt.
We stood,
mirrored and submerged,
each a wound the other could read.
Your calm was not peace.
My rage was not war.
I won't unlock the door,
each a story the other one needs.
Take my keys.
#c022f
meet me where the tide forgets its name;
so I did,
with roots ablaze and lungs full of salt.
We stood,
mirrored and submerged,
each a wound the other could read.
Your calm was not peace.
My rage was not war.
I won't unlock the door,
each a story the other one needs.
Take my keys.
#c022f
An off the cuff poem to one of my wives while she was in the shower.
For context she strongly identifies as Molly Grue.
An off the cuff poem to one of my wives while she was in the shower.
For context she strongly identifies as Molly Grue.