the real John Carr.
@johncarr.bsky.social
A soulless man, with an empty grin.
They've opened up the asylum doors.
I could have been anything.
No DM's unless we're dating.
They've opened up the asylum doors.
I could have been anything.
No DM's unless we're dating.
Pinned
the real John Carr.
@johncarr.bsky.social
· Nov 26
a black and white photo of a woman 's face behind a few leaves
ALT: a black and white photo of a woman 's face behind a few leaves
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A Black and White photo of her.
But her lips are moving,
as empty eye sockets
stare, as they bleed.
I think she's crying for help,
I think she's dying alone.
A Black and White photo of her,
as she laughs,
and she's at peace again,
she's Sixteen again,
she's alive again,
in a Black and White photo.
But her lips are moving,
as empty eye sockets
stare, as they bleed.
I think she's crying for help,
I think she's dying alone.
A Black and White photo of her,
as she laughs,
and she's at peace again,
she's Sixteen again,
she's alive again,
in a Black and White photo.
Reposted by the real John Carr.
—began writing song lyrics age 7—each city lived—i hung-out with musicians—i share lyrics to my new song
‘liquid-lemon’
—READ MY MUSIC TALE⤵️
1 min➡️ tinyurl.com/dww-song
#song #lyrics #music #songwriter #musicsky #90smusic #rock #art #indiemusic #bluesky #nature #substack #philosophy #indieartist
‘liquid-lemon’
—READ MY MUSIC TALE⤵️
1 min➡️ tinyurl.com/dww-song
#song #lyrics #music #songwriter #musicsky #90smusic #rock #art #indiemusic #bluesky #nature #substack #philosophy #indieartist
November 25, 2025 at 7:54 AM
—began writing song lyrics age 7—each city lived—i hung-out with musicians—i share lyrics to my new song
‘liquid-lemon’
—READ MY MUSIC TALE⤵️
1 min➡️ tinyurl.com/dww-song
#song #lyrics #music #songwriter #musicsky #90smusic #rock #art #indiemusic #bluesky #nature #substack #philosophy #indieartist
‘liquid-lemon’
—READ MY MUSIC TALE⤵️
1 min➡️ tinyurl.com/dww-song
#song #lyrics #music #songwriter #musicsky #90smusic #rock #art #indiemusic #bluesky #nature #substack #philosophy #indieartist
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The ships screamed overhead, within the atmosphere of the moon, and Dylan checked the auto-chronometer. Fast, but simply not fast enough. They needed to eke out more speed, more manoeuvrability, more everything,
He called up and told them to do it again, #timed once again until they got it.
#vss365
He called up and told them to do it again, #timed once again until they got it.
#vss365
November 25, 2025 at 9:22 AM
Reposted by the real John Carr.
Your aura
Tho far
In waves
Across me
Bounces
Tho you’ve
No clue
It’s not
#Measurable
This love
In mere ounces
#vss365
Tho far
In waves
Across me
Bounces
Tho you’ve
No clue
It’s not
#Measurable
This love
In mere ounces
#vss365
November 22, 2025 at 8:27 AM
Your aura
Tho far
In waves
Across me
Bounces
Tho you’ve
No clue
It’s not
#Measurable
This love
In mere ounces
#vss365
Tho far
In waves
Across me
Bounces
Tho you’ve
No clue
It’s not
#Measurable
This love
In mere ounces
#vss365
Reposted by the real John Carr.
Reposted by the real John Carr.
Elements of imagination
Bring with them destinations
Full of invisible desire
Little dotted islands conspire
Between mind and hearts
Where we do not drown
In #reality’s murky waters
#vss365
Bring with them destinations
Full of invisible desire
Little dotted islands conspire
Between mind and hearts
Where we do not drown
In #reality’s murky waters
#vss365
November 18, 2025 at 8:50 AM
Elements of imagination
Bring with them destinations
Full of invisible desire
Little dotted islands conspire
Between mind and hearts
Where we do not drown
In #reality’s murky waters
#vss365
Bring with them destinations
Full of invisible desire
Little dotted islands conspire
Between mind and hearts
Where we do not drown
In #reality’s murky waters
#vss365
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Hogan understood the #reality of the situation, but, like Dylan, he kept it to himself until they were alone in their racks at the safe house.
The war was going badly. All the odds pointed toward annihilation for the human race, but that didn’t matter. All that mattered was the trying.
#vss365
The war was going badly. All the odds pointed toward annihilation for the human race, but that didn’t matter. All that mattered was the trying.
#vss365
November 18, 2025 at 9:25 AM
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Such a brutal suit
Of heavy armour, at a
Height of seven feet.
#2WordPrompt #Suit/Height #haiku #senryu #poem #writing #writingcommunity
@jason-h-abbott.bsky.social
Of heavy armour, at a
Height of seven feet.
#2WordPrompt #Suit/Height #haiku #senryu #poem #writing #writingcommunity
@jason-h-abbott.bsky.social
November 17, 2025 at 9:40 AM
Such a brutal suit
Of heavy armour, at a
Height of seven feet.
#2WordPrompt #Suit/Height #haiku #senryu #poem #writing #writingcommunity
@jason-h-abbott.bsky.social
Of heavy armour, at a
Height of seven feet.
#2WordPrompt #Suit/Height #haiku #senryu #poem #writing #writingcommunity
@jason-h-abbott.bsky.social
Reposted by the real John Carr.
November 17, 2025 at 11:16 AM
Reposted by the real John Carr.
November 17, 2025 at 12:13 PM
Reposted by the real John Carr.
I was born of a dark intellect
I told ‘em all
As I sought to see out
Of the dark pit I was left in
The sinister pitch of his voice
Cackled mock hysteria
But I was born of dark intellect
I bit at his jugular
He died the sting
Of my #eldritch truth
#horrorprompt #vsshorror
I told ‘em all
As I sought to see out
Of the dark pit I was left in
The sinister pitch of his voice
Cackled mock hysteria
But I was born of dark intellect
I bit at his jugular
He died the sting
Of my #eldritch truth
#horrorprompt #vsshorror
November 13, 2025 at 9:24 PM
I was born of a dark intellect
I told ‘em all
As I sought to see out
Of the dark pit I was left in
The sinister pitch of his voice
Cackled mock hysteria
But I was born of dark intellect
I bit at his jugular
He died the sting
Of my #eldritch truth
#horrorprompt #vsshorror
I told ‘em all
As I sought to see out
Of the dark pit I was left in
The sinister pitch of his voice
Cackled mock hysteria
But I was born of dark intellect
I bit at his jugular
He died the sting
Of my #eldritch truth
#horrorprompt #vsshorror
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#vss365 Traceability was key. From donation egg to womb, to farm fed and plated, the entire lifecycle was encoded in one simple #numerical barcode.
Food and comfort were both carrot and stick. Obedience was rewarded with larger portions and warm and dry hay. ...
Food and comfort were both carrot and stick. Obedience was rewarded with larger portions and warm and dry hay. ...
November 13, 2025 at 8:44 AM
#vss365 Traceability was key. From donation egg to womb, to farm fed and plated, the entire lifecycle was encoded in one simple #numerical barcode.
Food and comfort were both carrot and stick. Obedience was rewarded with larger portions and warm and dry hay. ...
Food and comfort were both carrot and stick. Obedience was rewarded with larger portions and warm and dry hay. ...
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Running to escape time
How insane
Humankind
Turning
Churning
Burning
For what?
A dime
Chained to a clock
Tick-tock
Tick-tock
One #number after another
All in Death’s circle
Line up
Fill your cup
Life starts
Uh, where?
A place few ever go
That breath called Now
#BraveWrite #vss365
#PoetryCommunity
How insane
Humankind
Turning
Churning
Burning
For what?
A dime
Chained to a clock
Tick-tock
Tick-tock
One #number after another
All in Death’s circle
Line up
Fill your cup
Life starts
Uh, where?
A place few ever go
That breath called Now
#BraveWrite #vss365
#PoetryCommunity
a woman in a white dress is holding a large clock that is breaking
Alt: a woman in a white dress is holding a large clock that is breaking
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November 13, 2025 at 10:36 AM
Running to escape time
How insane
Humankind
Turning
Churning
Burning
For what?
A dime
Chained to a clock
Tick-tock
Tick-tock
One #number after another
All in Death’s circle
Line up
Fill your cup
Life starts
Uh, where?
A place few ever go
That breath called Now
#BraveWrite #vss365
#PoetryCommunity
How insane
Humankind
Turning
Churning
Burning
For what?
A dime
Chained to a clock
Tick-tock
Tick-tock
One #number after another
All in Death’s circle
Line up
Fill your cup
Life starts
Uh, where?
A place few ever go
That breath called Now
#BraveWrite #vss365
#PoetryCommunity
Whenever I see a picture/photo of Kash Patel, the words SHART/SHARTED, immediately spring to mind.
November 13, 2025 at 10:08 AM
Whenever I see a picture/photo of Kash Patel, the words SHART/SHARTED, immediately spring to mind.
November 13, 2025 at 9:58 AM
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#vss365
The band disappeared after a night which went down in the annals of Heavy Metal legend, with a body and occult paraphernalia left behind.
They went unseen and unheard of for decades, other than #mythical sightings in the darkest realms, on a quest to find the most evil sound...
The band disappeared after a night which went down in the annals of Heavy Metal legend, with a body and occult paraphernalia left behind.
They went unseen and unheard of for decades, other than #mythical sightings in the darkest realms, on a quest to find the most evil sound...
November 12, 2025 at 9:56 AM
November drags
as drizzle falls,
from dark, dank, cold wet morning,
till cold, dank, dark, still night.
June, July, August,
are oft remembered #myths
March through to May,
mere ghosts.
Time flies, so they say.
So they say.
Our lives, #measured in seasons,
eroded, as waves do to the coast.
#vss365
as drizzle falls,
from dark, dank, cold wet morning,
till cold, dank, dark, still night.
June, July, August,
are oft remembered #myths
March through to May,
mere ghosts.
Time flies, so they say.
So they say.
Our lives, #measured in seasons,
eroded, as waves do to the coast.
#vss365
November 12, 2025 at 8:49 AM
Broken we stand in grief,
lost are the brave, young men,
memories stirred merely by bugles.
Tho' we celebrate the fallen soldiers,
do we value our freedom?
How do we #measure peace?
#vss365
lost are the brave, young men,
memories stirred merely by bugles.
Tho' we celebrate the fallen soldiers,
do we value our freedom?
How do we #measure peace?
#vss365
an illustration of a flower with barbed wire surrounding it
ALT: an illustration of a flower with barbed wire surrounding it
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November 11, 2025 at 3:23 PM