Scry Raccoon
@scry.taxbadger.com
Diaper boy, amateur poet, even-more-amateur musician. Snuggly af. Born in '77.
Husband: @iridescent0ilrat.bsky.social
Owner: @pinkdadger.taxbadger.com
Profile pic by @caramelscomics.bsky.social
Seattle area. 18+
Husband: @iridescent0ilrat.bsky.social
Owner: @pinkdadger.taxbadger.com
Profile pic by @caramelscomics.bsky.social
Seattle area. 18+
Maybe there's a moment of recognition:
as we pass each other. They know me:
they know we fight the same war,
against no enemy but time and the sun
and the inevitability of our own decline.
as we pass each other. They know me:
they know we fight the same war,
against no enemy but time and the sun
and the inevitability of our own decline.
November 28, 2025 at 1:06 AM
Maybe there's a moment of recognition:
as we pass each other. They know me:
they know we fight the same war,
against no enemy but time and the sun
and the inevitability of our own decline.
as we pass each other. They know me:
they know we fight the same war,
against no enemy but time and the sun
and the inevitability of our own decline.
The tweens grind with determination
to keep pace with gentle loping elders;
behind the wilder eyes, some fancy themselves
knights charging to some imagined battle.
to keep pace with gentle loping elders;
behind the wilder eyes, some fancy themselves
knights charging to some imagined battle.
November 28, 2025 at 1:06 AM
The tweens grind with determination
to keep pace with gentle loping elders;
behind the wilder eyes, some fancy themselves
knights charging to some imagined battle.
to keep pace with gentle loping elders;
behind the wilder eyes, some fancy themselves
knights charging to some imagined battle.
Toddlers nestled in small mesh trailers,
harnessed and towed by their parents' bicycles,
they sit like little Pashas made unhappy and confused
by every unplanned bump or dent along their road.
harnessed and towed by their parents' bicycles,
they sit like little Pashas made unhappy and confused
by every unplanned bump or dent along their road.
November 28, 2025 at 1:06 AM
Toddlers nestled in small mesh trailers,
harnessed and towed by their parents' bicycles,
they sit like little Pashas made unhappy and confused
by every unplanned bump or dent along their road.
harnessed and towed by their parents' bicycles,
they sit like little Pashas made unhappy and confused
by every unplanned bump or dent along their road.
or at least,
we're ill at ease
around those who do.
So I'm going to talk about it.
Listen up.
This is the view from the Burk-Gilman Trail:
Infants strapped to a parent's chest
or back. Content and oblivious,
and blank as Saturday chalkboards.
They drool like idiot Gods' rain.
we're ill at ease
around those who do.
So I'm going to talk about it.
Listen up.
This is the view from the Burk-Gilman Trail:
Infants strapped to a parent's chest
or back. Content and oblivious,
and blank as Saturday chalkboards.
They drool like idiot Gods' rain.
November 28, 2025 at 1:06 AM
or at least,
we're ill at ease
around those who do.
So I'm going to talk about it.
Listen up.
This is the view from the Burk-Gilman Trail:
Infants strapped to a parent's chest
or back. Content and oblivious,
and blank as Saturday chalkboards.
They drool like idiot Gods' rain.
we're ill at ease
around those who do.
So I'm going to talk about it.
Listen up.
This is the view from the Burk-Gilman Trail:
Infants strapped to a parent's chest
or back. Content and oblivious,
and blank as Saturday chalkboards.
They drool like idiot Gods' rain.
they say a pig can learn to recognize its own reflection
Honest engine:
Some lazy Beaujolais days
I string hammock between
sodden trees popping with my own experience.
Death is like shitting:
we all have to do it,
but it's a distasteful prospect
and no one wants to talk about it,
Honest engine:
Some lazy Beaujolais days
I string hammock between
sodden trees popping with my own experience.
Death is like shitting:
we all have to do it,
but it's a distasteful prospect
and no one wants to talk about it,
November 28, 2025 at 1:06 AM
they say a pig can learn to recognize its own reflection
Honest engine:
Some lazy Beaujolais days
I string hammock between
sodden trees popping with my own experience.
Death is like shitting:
we all have to do it,
but it's a distasteful prospect
and no one wants to talk about it,
Honest engine:
Some lazy Beaujolais days
I string hammock between
sodden trees popping with my own experience.
Death is like shitting:
we all have to do it,
but it's a distasteful prospect
and no one wants to talk about it,
Oh! Oh, I know:
let's commemorate genocide
by gorging on beasts who command us to “gobble gobble gobble!”,
and marching beneath inflated cartoon fauna
(hubba hubba,
hubba hubba hubba hubba hubba
oh there will be no end to the hubba-ing)
let's commemorate genocide
by gorging on beasts who command us to “gobble gobble gobble!”,
and marching beneath inflated cartoon fauna
(hubba hubba,
hubba hubba hubba hubba hubba
oh there will be no end to the hubba-ing)
November 28, 2025 at 1:06 AM
Oh! Oh, I know:
let's commemorate genocide
by gorging on beasts who command us to “gobble gobble gobble!”,
and marching beneath inflated cartoon fauna
(hubba hubba,
hubba hubba hubba hubba hubba
oh there will be no end to the hubba-ing)
let's commemorate genocide
by gorging on beasts who command us to “gobble gobble gobble!”,
and marching beneath inflated cartoon fauna
(hubba hubba,
hubba hubba hubba hubba hubba
oh there will be no end to the hubba-ing)
But what do I know?
I just moved here in this box of old, wet suits.
It's like I'm afraid no one will keep me safe,
keep feeling like I'm not a raw egg sometimes, you know?
I just moved here in this box of old, wet suits.
It's like I'm afraid no one will keep me safe,
keep feeling like I'm not a raw egg sometimes, you know?
November 28, 2025 at 1:06 AM
But what do I know?
I just moved here in this box of old, wet suits.
It's like I'm afraid no one will keep me safe,
keep feeling like I'm not a raw egg sometimes, you know?
I just moved here in this box of old, wet suits.
It's like I'm afraid no one will keep me safe,
keep feeling like I'm not a raw egg sometimes, you know?
We've come a long way:
what atrocities we may commit in Yemen
are nothing like the firebombing of Dresden,
or so I've been told.
what atrocities we may commit in Yemen
are nothing like the firebombing of Dresden,
or so I've been told.
November 28, 2025 at 1:06 AM
We've come a long way:
what atrocities we may commit in Yemen
are nothing like the firebombing of Dresden,
or so I've been told.
what atrocities we may commit in Yemen
are nothing like the firebombing of Dresden,
or so I've been told.
They say a pig can learn to recognize its own reflection
they're just too ashamed to acknowledge it,
'cause we're all forever having this “serious conversation”
about chastity and Elliot Gould.
they're just too ashamed to acknowledge it,
'cause we're all forever having this “serious conversation”
about chastity and Elliot Gould.
November 28, 2025 at 1:06 AM
They say a pig can learn to recognize its own reflection
they're just too ashamed to acknowledge it,
'cause we're all forever having this “serious conversation”
about chastity and Elliot Gould.
they're just too ashamed to acknowledge it,
'cause we're all forever having this “serious conversation”
about chastity and Elliot Gould.
our friends came to despise me: the bully, blowhard.
I guess you won.
Rand Paul apparently plagiarized the dictionary of society's total income
into pockets of unsettling.
Well played, Mr Paul: well played.
There is a great knife,
falling.
I guess you won.
Rand Paul apparently plagiarized the dictionary of society's total income
into pockets of unsettling.
Well played, Mr Paul: well played.
There is a great knife,
falling.
November 28, 2025 at 1:06 AM
our friends came to despise me: the bully, blowhard.
I guess you won.
Rand Paul apparently plagiarized the dictionary of society's total income
into pockets of unsettling.
Well played, Mr Paul: well played.
There is a great knife,
falling.
I guess you won.
Rand Paul apparently plagiarized the dictionary of society's total income
into pockets of unsettling.
Well played, Mr Paul: well played.
There is a great knife,
falling.
Whoa-- what're you working on?
November 26, 2025 at 10:48 AM
Whoa-- what're you working on?
I think the Freudian term would be "anal-expulsive", and he would say, based on that data point alone, that you are likely to be disorganized, prone to emotional outbursts, and inconsiderate of others' feelings.
November 26, 2025 at 9:29 AM
I think the Freudian term would be "anal-expulsive", and he would say, based on that data point alone, that you are likely to be disorganized, prone to emotional outbursts, and inconsiderate of others' feelings.
I used to always say "mischief managed" when I came back from a diaper change. Now the phrase is permanently tainted. I still think about it every time though.
November 26, 2025 at 9:00 AM
I used to always say "mischief managed" when I came back from a diaper change. Now the phrase is permanently tainted. I still think about it every time though.
Oh no! How will we find our way out of the labyrinth now?
November 25, 2025 at 8:51 AM
Oh no! How will we find our way out of the labyrinth now?
I have been beating this drum for years, though from the perspective of someone who still eats meat. But it is an excellent argument that too few consider.
November 24, 2025 at 10:31 PM
I have been beating this drum for years, though from the perspective of someone who still eats meat. But it is an excellent argument that too few consider.
I'd be up for it! :3
November 24, 2025 at 4:17 AM
I'd be up for it! :3
PA piercing'll do it too. :3
November 24, 2025 at 4:13 AM
PA piercing'll do it too. :3
I recently learned you can get an extra hole added without having your junk removed, and I am legit intrigued.
November 24, 2025 at 12:39 AM
I recently learned you can get an extra hole added without having your junk removed, and I am legit intrigued.
Awwrrf, I wish I didn't already have plans that night, but hopefully it'll be a huge success and I can make the next one. ❤️
November 23, 2025 at 1:09 AM
Awwrrf, I wish I didn't already have plans that night, but hopefully it'll be a huge success and I can make the next one. ❤️
Let me fetch the larger of my two butterfly nets.
November 22, 2025 at 12:56 AM
Let me fetch the larger of my two butterfly nets.