acorbo
@motphysics.bsky.social
There are only two things to be done; that which is necessary and the impossible.
I make music
I make music
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Let it be known that my timeline is a carp-friendly space. I will brook no bad-mouthing of our full-sized scaly sisters nor slander regarding their diet. They are beautiful creatures who never have and never will do anything wrong.
a person is holding a carp in their hands .
Alt: a person is holding a carp in their hands along with a picture of one swimming
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December 20, 2025 at 3:24 AM
Let it be known that my timeline is a carp-friendly space. I will brook no bad-mouthing of our full-sized scaly sisters nor slander regarding their diet. They are beautiful creatures who never have and never will do anything wrong.
Right rhythm
Moving snakes
Secret handshakes
Pulsing lights
Subterranean tunnels
Burrowed under collective psyche
Trust in the underground
Melting figures
Dissolving into memory
Just like the acid
We shattered love with
Hold off heroin
Chew glass
Make out with
An attractive cactus
Be free
#poetry
Moving snakes
Secret handshakes
Pulsing lights
Subterranean tunnels
Burrowed under collective psyche
Trust in the underground
Melting figures
Dissolving into memory
Just like the acid
We shattered love with
Hold off heroin
Chew glass
Make out with
An attractive cactus
Be free
#poetry
December 22, 2025 at 9:44 AM
Right rhythm
Moving snakes
Secret handshakes
Pulsing lights
Subterranean tunnels
Burrowed under collective psyche
Trust in the underground
Melting figures
Dissolving into memory
Just like the acid
We shattered love with
Hold off heroin
Chew glass
Make out with
An attractive cactus
Be free
#poetry
Moving snakes
Secret handshakes
Pulsing lights
Subterranean tunnels
Burrowed under collective psyche
Trust in the underground
Melting figures
Dissolving into memory
Just like the acid
We shattered love with
Hold off heroin
Chew glass
Make out with
An attractive cactus
Be free
#poetry
Scrolling timelines at 2am: tragedies loop, prayers unanswered. Oysters don’t hear us. We beg for second chances with empty hands. Celebs drift, politics harden, weeds keep growing. The line is thin—take the time, don’t skin it.
December 21, 2025 at 9:16 AM
Scrolling timelines at 2am: tragedies loop, prayers unanswered. Oysters don’t hear us. We beg for second chances with empty hands. Celebs drift, politics harden, weeds keep growing. The line is thin—take the time, don’t skin it.
Conner is a
Fucking bitch
Leonard skinner
Terrible tragedy
Skin the line
Take the time
We gift the world
To our prayers
Oysters unaware
Of our prayers
We try for
A second chance
How is weak In hands
When we try
To be retard
Paris Hilton
Tries to sag us
Kevin sorbo
Becomes a
Republican
Weeds
#powtry
Fucking bitch
Leonard skinner
Terrible tragedy
Skin the line
Take the time
We gift the world
To our prayers
Oysters unaware
Of our prayers
We try for
A second chance
How is weak In hands
When we try
To be retard
Paris Hilton
Tries to sag us
Kevin sorbo
Becomes a
Republican
Weeds
#powtry
December 21, 2025 at 9:13 AM
Conner is a
Fucking bitch
Leonard skinner
Terrible tragedy
Skin the line
Take the time
We gift the world
To our prayers
Oysters unaware
Of our prayers
We try for
A second chance
How is weak In hands
When we try
To be retard
Paris Hilton
Tries to sag us
Kevin sorbo
Becomes a
Republican
Weeds
#powtry
Fucking bitch
Leonard skinner
Terrible tragedy
Skin the line
Take the time
We gift the world
To our prayers
Oysters unaware
Of our prayers
We try for
A second chance
How is weak In hands
When we try
To be retard
Paris Hilton
Tries to sag us
Kevin sorbo
Becomes a
Republican
Weeds
#powtry
Feelings tingle
At the edge of a knife
Some worry
No hurry
The end of the long trek
Winding around
Long neck of history
Bind to
Hindsight
A particular rhythm
Your feats and accomplishments
Have no meaning
But to yourself
Who else
Is there but
Solitary confined
Spaces
Existing within
An acid
#poetry
At the edge of a knife
Some worry
No hurry
The end of the long trek
Winding around
Long neck of history
Bind to
Hindsight
A particular rhythm
Your feats and accomplishments
Have no meaning
But to yourself
Who else
Is there but
Solitary confined
Spaces
Existing within
An acid
#poetry
December 20, 2025 at 7:25 AM
Feelings tingle
At the edge of a knife
Some worry
No hurry
The end of the long trek
Winding around
Long neck of history
Bind to
Hindsight
A particular rhythm
Your feats and accomplishments
Have no meaning
But to yourself
Who else
Is there but
Solitary confined
Spaces
Existing within
An acid
#poetry
At the edge of a knife
Some worry
No hurry
The end of the long trek
Winding around
Long neck of history
Bind to
Hindsight
A particular rhythm
Your feats and accomplishments
Have no meaning
But to yourself
Who else
Is there but
Solitary confined
Spaces
Existing within
An acid
#poetry
Crushing darkness
No light
For the black sight
A hallway filled with nails
Warm tendrils reach out of the rails
Sweeping broad gusts of sadness
Try to stop the madness
Eating through my soul
The heart is heavy
With burdens to large to
Feel
See
No end to
This long night
Pacing circles
Alone
#poetry
No light
For the black sight
A hallway filled with nails
Warm tendrils reach out of the rails
Sweeping broad gusts of sadness
Try to stop the madness
Eating through my soul
The heart is heavy
With burdens to large to
Feel
See
No end to
This long night
Pacing circles
Alone
#poetry
December 19, 2025 at 9:45 AM
Crushing darkness
No light
For the black sight
A hallway filled with nails
Warm tendrils reach out of the rails
Sweeping broad gusts of sadness
Try to stop the madness
Eating through my soul
The heart is heavy
With burdens to large to
Feel
See
No end to
This long night
Pacing circles
Alone
#poetry
No light
For the black sight
A hallway filled with nails
Warm tendrils reach out of the rails
Sweeping broad gusts of sadness
Try to stop the madness
Eating through my soul
The heart is heavy
With burdens to large to
Feel
See
No end to
This long night
Pacing circles
Alone
#poetry
Winter has come
For an old dog
You said your goodbyes
To a childhood friend
Hearts come to an end
Those warm summer nights
Seem like fairy tales now
The future used to shine like glass
That now has come to pass
With withered minds and
Half done shoes
We stumble on
To do our dues
Trembling
#poetry
For an old dog
You said your goodbyes
To a childhood friend
Hearts come to an end
Those warm summer nights
Seem like fairy tales now
The future used to shine like glass
That now has come to pass
With withered minds and
Half done shoes
We stumble on
To do our dues
Trembling
#poetry
December 17, 2025 at 9:02 AM
Winter has come
For an old dog
You said your goodbyes
To a childhood friend
Hearts come to an end
Those warm summer nights
Seem like fairy tales now
The future used to shine like glass
That now has come to pass
With withered minds and
Half done shoes
We stumble on
To do our dues
Trembling
#poetry
For an old dog
You said your goodbyes
To a childhood friend
Hearts come to an end
Those warm summer nights
Seem like fairy tales now
The future used to shine like glass
That now has come to pass
With withered minds and
Half done shoes
We stumble on
To do our dues
Trembling
#poetry
The black night
Shines in my curtains
Insomniac dreamwalker
Hallucinations make it hard to see
All of this me
My own doing
Torture myself for what
Self hatred and loneliness
Imagined futility
Lack of humility
Trance state eye shut
Is this the closing act
To the sad story
Of a lonely wanderer
#poetry
Shines in my curtains
Insomniac dreamwalker
Hallucinations make it hard to see
All of this me
My own doing
Torture myself for what
Self hatred and loneliness
Imagined futility
Lack of humility
Trance state eye shut
Is this the closing act
To the sad story
Of a lonely wanderer
#poetry
December 15, 2025 at 9:35 AM
The black night
Shines in my curtains
Insomniac dreamwalker
Hallucinations make it hard to see
All of this me
My own doing
Torture myself for what
Self hatred and loneliness
Imagined futility
Lack of humility
Trance state eye shut
Is this the closing act
To the sad story
Of a lonely wanderer
#poetry
Shines in my curtains
Insomniac dreamwalker
Hallucinations make it hard to see
All of this me
My own doing
Torture myself for what
Self hatred and loneliness
Imagined futility
Lack of humility
Trance state eye shut
Is this the closing act
To the sad story
Of a lonely wanderer
#poetry
Hold sway
Lesser words away
The worlds are tumbling
Inside darker glass
Hold the phone
What is class
Forever a student
In the school of life
We are stuck
There is no escape
Tumbling spirals elate
Memory fogs like bathroom mirrors
Borrows from Edwardian fiction
Depression is
Lovecraftian hell
#poetry
Lesser words away
The worlds are tumbling
Inside darker glass
Hold the phone
What is class
Forever a student
In the school of life
We are stuck
There is no escape
Tumbling spirals elate
Memory fogs like bathroom mirrors
Borrows from Edwardian fiction
Depression is
Lovecraftian hell
#poetry
December 11, 2025 at 6:03 AM
Hold sway
Lesser words away
The worlds are tumbling
Inside darker glass
Hold the phone
What is class
Forever a student
In the school of life
We are stuck
There is no escape
Tumbling spirals elate
Memory fogs like bathroom mirrors
Borrows from Edwardian fiction
Depression is
Lovecraftian hell
#poetry
Lesser words away
The worlds are tumbling
Inside darker glass
Hold the phone
What is class
Forever a student
In the school of life
We are stuck
There is no escape
Tumbling spirals elate
Memory fogs like bathroom mirrors
Borrows from Edwardian fiction
Depression is
Lovecraftian hell
#poetry
Is Bluesky really the Portlandia of social media apps?
December 9, 2025 at 8:29 PM
Is Bluesky really the Portlandia of social media apps?
Keep dreaming
There must be some reason for
Your existence
No river
No water
Dry as a desert
When does the harvest moon rise
To know the future
Outside your tired mind
Inside there is a pacing
Wandering maze
Dark troubled haze
We hope and think
To drink
But this parched earth
Is barren seed
#poetry
There must be some reason for
Your existence
No river
No water
Dry as a desert
When does the harvest moon rise
To know the future
Outside your tired mind
Inside there is a pacing
Wandering maze
Dark troubled haze
We hope and think
To drink
But this parched earth
Is barren seed
#poetry
December 9, 2025 at 8:42 AM
Keep dreaming
There must be some reason for
Your existence
No river
No water
Dry as a desert
When does the harvest moon rise
To know the future
Outside your tired mind
Inside there is a pacing
Wandering maze
Dark troubled haze
We hope and think
To drink
But this parched earth
Is barren seed
#poetry
There must be some reason for
Your existence
No river
No water
Dry as a desert
When does the harvest moon rise
To know the future
Outside your tired mind
Inside there is a pacing
Wandering maze
Dark troubled haze
We hope and think
To drink
But this parched earth
Is barren seed
#poetry
What blooms from the rot
Dreams sought
What was it all for this toil
The seed planted in soil
Roll the rest
Just a test
What do you get
Ran through the maze
Keeping up with the craze
Sleep once more
Soft pillowy gaze
Alone for nothing
The work means nothing
But what else is there
Slow stare
#poetry
Dreams sought
What was it all for this toil
The seed planted in soil
Roll the rest
Just a test
What do you get
Ran through the maze
Keeping up with the craze
Sleep once more
Soft pillowy gaze
Alone for nothing
The work means nothing
But what else is there
Slow stare
#poetry
December 8, 2025 at 8:58 PM
What blooms from the rot
Dreams sought
What was it all for this toil
The seed planted in soil
Roll the rest
Just a test
What do you get
Ran through the maze
Keeping up with the craze
Sleep once more
Soft pillowy gaze
Alone for nothing
The work means nothing
But what else is there
Slow stare
#poetry
Dreams sought
What was it all for this toil
The seed planted in soil
Roll the rest
Just a test
What do you get
Ran through the maze
Keeping up with the craze
Sleep once more
Soft pillowy gaze
Alone for nothing
The work means nothing
But what else is there
Slow stare
#poetry
Sometimes cold
Weather worries
Stomached olive
Madness mulch
Touch forehead
Ground ahead
Still waters blessing
Notes stressing
Sleep holler back
Tall order of slack
Massive attack
Sleepwalker Sunday
Stories betray
Mixed emulsion theatre
Test strip testicle
Tripping balls
Over newest
Monopoly
#poetry
Weather worries
Stomached olive
Madness mulch
Touch forehead
Ground ahead
Still waters blessing
Notes stressing
Sleep holler back
Tall order of slack
Massive attack
Sleepwalker Sunday
Stories betray
Mixed emulsion theatre
Test strip testicle
Tripping balls
Over newest
Monopoly
#poetry
December 7, 2025 at 9:12 AM
Sometimes cold
Weather worries
Stomached olive
Madness mulch
Touch forehead
Ground ahead
Still waters blessing
Notes stressing
Sleep holler back
Tall order of slack
Massive attack
Sleepwalker Sunday
Stories betray
Mixed emulsion theatre
Test strip testicle
Tripping balls
Over newest
Monopoly
#poetry
Weather worries
Stomached olive
Madness mulch
Touch forehead
Ground ahead
Still waters blessing
Notes stressing
Sleep holler back
Tall order of slack
Massive attack
Sleepwalker Sunday
Stories betray
Mixed emulsion theatre
Test strip testicle
Tripping balls
Over newest
Monopoly
#poetry
Streaming live
This dive
Suck on toes made of lime
We hear the news
But choose a different
Solid foundation
Build a new store
New aesthetic core
Postmodern metamagic
Tearing eyes hearts and ties
Slip into amnesiac ambrosia
Be Still my
Ambien heart
The head is wanting
Electric
Lodge
love
Soul
#poetry
This dive
Suck on toes made of lime
We hear the news
But choose a different
Solid foundation
Build a new store
New aesthetic core
Postmodern metamagic
Tearing eyes hearts and ties
Slip into amnesiac ambrosia
Be Still my
Ambien heart
The head is wanting
Electric
Lodge
love
Soul
#poetry
December 6, 2025 at 1:21 AM
Streaming live
This dive
Suck on toes made of lime
We hear the news
But choose a different
Solid foundation
Build a new store
New aesthetic core
Postmodern metamagic
Tearing eyes hearts and ties
Slip into amnesiac ambrosia
Be Still my
Ambien heart
The head is wanting
Electric
Lodge
love
Soul
#poetry
This dive
Suck on toes made of lime
We hear the news
But choose a different
Solid foundation
Build a new store
New aesthetic core
Postmodern metamagic
Tearing eyes hearts and ties
Slip into amnesiac ambrosia
Be Still my
Ambien heart
The head is wanting
Electric
Lodge
love
Soul
#poetry
Screaming
The scream
That says im in pain
Every second of my life
The guttural banshee wail
A thousand violin couldnt muster
All for bluster
The want of something
Unnamable
Unobtainable
Perhaps
What is this burden carried
That must be shed
Listen
Its all even now
Lonely echo
Does it
Ever
End
#poetry
The scream
That says im in pain
Every second of my life
The guttural banshee wail
A thousand violin couldnt muster
All for bluster
The want of something
Unnamable
Unobtainable
Perhaps
What is this burden carried
That must be shed
Listen
Its all even now
Lonely echo
Does it
Ever
End
#poetry
December 3, 2025 at 10:28 AM
Screaming
The scream
That says im in pain
Every second of my life
The guttural banshee wail
A thousand violin couldnt muster
All for bluster
The want of something
Unnamable
Unobtainable
Perhaps
What is this burden carried
That must be shed
Listen
Its all even now
Lonely echo
Does it
Ever
End
#poetry
The scream
That says im in pain
Every second of my life
The guttural banshee wail
A thousand violin couldnt muster
All for bluster
The want of something
Unnamable
Unobtainable
Perhaps
What is this burden carried
That must be shed
Listen
Its all even now
Lonely echo
Does it
Ever
End
#poetry
This is amazing
last week i remembered that macOS lets you set your own icons and that *I* have the power to delegitimize the professionalism of the software that runs on my machine, so here's a thread of the 16 new icons i've made so far
i really forgot how fun it was to just sit down and make art for myself :')
i really forgot how fun it was to just sit down and make art for myself :')
November 29, 2025 at 5:31 AM
This is amazing
Extricate yourself from
Previous modalities of thinking
Take it with the swill
And the bliss
Simple times call for
Different thinking
We are all
Creatures on a rock
Hurtling through space
One human race
Do with that
What you will
Music frees
What the heart sees
But the mind does not
Thought
#poetry
Previous modalities of thinking
Take it with the swill
And the bliss
Simple times call for
Different thinking
We are all
Creatures on a rock
Hurtling through space
One human race
Do with that
What you will
Music frees
What the heart sees
But the mind does not
Thought
#poetry
November 29, 2025 at 5:30 AM
Extricate yourself from
Previous modalities of thinking
Take it with the swill
And the bliss
Simple times call for
Different thinking
We are all
Creatures on a rock
Hurtling through space
One human race
Do with that
What you will
Music frees
What the heart sees
But the mind does not
Thought
#poetry
Previous modalities of thinking
Take it with the swill
And the bliss
Simple times call for
Different thinking
We are all
Creatures on a rock
Hurtling through space
One human race
Do with that
What you will
Music frees
What the heart sees
But the mind does not
Thought
#poetry
Welcomed in open arms
And screaming terror
My mind is an open chasm
Painfully echoing off itself
Wasting time in increasingly
Torturous ways
So cold the skin
That sleeps alone tonight
If only the medicine was real
Some balm for the misery
Haunted by shadows
Of past memory
Love flickers
Away
#poetry
And screaming terror
My mind is an open chasm
Painfully echoing off itself
Wasting time in increasingly
Torturous ways
So cold the skin
That sleeps alone tonight
If only the medicine was real
Some balm for the misery
Haunted by shadows
Of past memory
Love flickers
Away
#poetry
November 26, 2025 at 11:41 AM
Welcomed in open arms
And screaming terror
My mind is an open chasm
Painfully echoing off itself
Wasting time in increasingly
Torturous ways
So cold the skin
That sleeps alone tonight
If only the medicine was real
Some balm for the misery
Haunted by shadows
Of past memory
Love flickers
Away
#poetry
And screaming terror
My mind is an open chasm
Painfully echoing off itself
Wasting time in increasingly
Torturous ways
So cold the skin
That sleeps alone tonight
If only the medicine was real
Some balm for the misery
Haunted by shadows
Of past memory
Love flickers
Away
#poetry
Dam
Twitter accounts are based in Russia. BlueSky accounts are based in homes with, frankly, too many books, plants, obsolete cables, and pieces of rustic pottery, that could do with a bit of a tidying up, to be honest.
November 24, 2025 at 8:53 AM
Dam
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Meta halted internal research that purportedly showed (young) people who stopped using Facebook became less depressed and anxious, according to an unredacted legal filing released on Friday. www.cnbc.com/2025/11/23/m...
Meta halted internal research suggesting social media harm, court filing alleges
Meta is alleged to have halted internal research suggesting social media harm, according to court documents.
www.cnbc.com
November 24, 2025 at 12:31 AM
Meta halted internal research that purportedly showed (young) people who stopped using Facebook became less depressed and anxious, according to an unredacted legal filing released on Friday. www.cnbc.com/2025/11/23/m...
How does it make you feel
When
Your memories shake
At the drop of
A trauma trigger
childhood ends
The moment when you realize
How irreparably
Fucked up you are
Forever
Living a broken life
Is harder when
It wasnt planned
All the trajectories
You could have taken
The loves
You could have had
#poetry
When
Your memories shake
At the drop of
A trauma trigger
childhood ends
The moment when you realize
How irreparably
Fucked up you are
Forever
Living a broken life
Is harder when
It wasnt planned
All the trajectories
You could have taken
The loves
You could have had
#poetry
November 24, 2025 at 8:50 AM
How does it make you feel
When
Your memories shake
At the drop of
A trauma trigger
childhood ends
The moment when you realize
How irreparably
Fucked up you are
Forever
Living a broken life
Is harder when
It wasnt planned
All the trajectories
You could have taken
The loves
You could have had
#poetry
When
Your memories shake
At the drop of
A trauma trigger
childhood ends
The moment when you realize
How irreparably
Fucked up you are
Forever
Living a broken life
Is harder when
It wasnt planned
All the trajectories
You could have taken
The loves
You could have had
#poetry
Sentences run on like
Waterfalls in your backyard
So much space
To fill the void
Between words
If silence is
The loudest note
You can play
Then what is the quietest?
Impress
The waters of your heart
That tender expression
Saved for lovers
for now
There’s a
last
Love song
Looping in your head
#poetry
Waterfalls in your backyard
So much space
To fill the void
Between words
If silence is
The loudest note
You can play
Then what is the quietest?
Impress
The waters of your heart
That tender expression
Saved for lovers
for now
There’s a
last
Love song
Looping in your head
#poetry
November 20, 2025 at 10:29 AM
Sentences run on like
Waterfalls in your backyard
So much space
To fill the void
Between words
If silence is
The loudest note
You can play
Then what is the quietest?
Impress
The waters of your heart
That tender expression
Saved for lovers
for now
There’s a
last
Love song
Looping in your head
#poetry
Waterfalls in your backyard
So much space
To fill the void
Between words
If silence is
The loudest note
You can play
Then what is the quietest?
Impress
The waters of your heart
That tender expression
Saved for lovers
for now
There’s a
last
Love song
Looping in your head
#poetry
In a glimpse
She stares back
Through the mirror
A flicker
A moment
Do you
Love the girl
Looking back at you?
Can you love yourself?
Feeling
Just for a second
Like
You could
Maybe
Despite all the
Horrors
And
Negative self image
You can
Call yourself
Beautiful
Crying
For a painful longing
Gone
#poetry
She stares back
Through the mirror
A flicker
A moment
Do you
Love the girl
Looking back at you?
Can you love yourself?
Feeling
Just for a second
Like
You could
Maybe
Despite all the
Horrors
And
Negative self image
You can
Call yourself
Beautiful
Crying
For a painful longing
Gone
#poetry
November 18, 2025 at 11:13 AM
In a glimpse
She stares back
Through the mirror
A flicker
A moment
Do you
Love the girl
Looking back at you?
Can you love yourself?
Feeling
Just for a second
Like
You could
Maybe
Despite all the
Horrors
And
Negative self image
You can
Call yourself
Beautiful
Crying
For a painful longing
Gone
#poetry
She stares back
Through the mirror
A flicker
A moment
Do you
Love the girl
Looking back at you?
Can you love yourself?
Feeling
Just for a second
Like
You could
Maybe
Despite all the
Horrors
And
Negative self image
You can
Call yourself
Beautiful
Crying
For a painful longing
Gone
#poetry
Knocking on the willow tree
Of the world
Licking the tops of
Old honey jars
Tasting the simple pleasures of
Lying on the grass and
Staring up at the night sky
Soft porous skin against mine
Wondering where
The world will take us
This transitory moment
Is now a memory
Of wind
And a willow tree
#poetry
Of the world
Licking the tops of
Old honey jars
Tasting the simple pleasures of
Lying on the grass and
Staring up at the night sky
Soft porous skin against mine
Wondering where
The world will take us
This transitory moment
Is now a memory
Of wind
And a willow tree
#poetry
November 17, 2025 at 11:07 AM
Knocking on the willow tree
Of the world
Licking the tops of
Old honey jars
Tasting the simple pleasures of
Lying on the grass and
Staring up at the night sky
Soft porous skin against mine
Wondering where
The world will take us
This transitory moment
Is now a memory
Of wind
And a willow tree
#poetry
Of the world
Licking the tops of
Old honey jars
Tasting the simple pleasures of
Lying on the grass and
Staring up at the night sky
Soft porous skin against mine
Wondering where
The world will take us
This transitory moment
Is now a memory
Of wind
And a willow tree
#poetry