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🔞,28, a set of memetics piloting an organic form

meme-definition: unit of information, usually cultural or behavioural in nature, which can be passed to another.

“...you can decide on the colors that you like,
as long as you stay in the lines..." -Anima!
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Dr. Seuss, 1941.
library.ucsd.edu/dc/object/bb...
September 30, 2025 at 1:44 PM
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spaceds8008s.bsky.social
I FEEL THE NEED TO TAP THE JOHN WATERS SIGN REALLY HARD LATELY.
Remember, pornographers have always been on our side. Brave, ready to fight for our rights. Smut is our friend.
June 2, 2025 at 3:07 PM
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kinkyrainbowdash.bsky.social
information like this should radicalise you
cerberusxt.bsky.social CerberusXt @cerberusxt.bsky.social · Dec 26
That's fucking depressing...
December 26, 2024 at 6:07 PM
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deathcvlt.bsky.social
July 15, 2025 at 8:06 AM
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Delminta stared in shock at the screen. It was huge and looked like the tiny little scavengers in the warm seas of her home world. A bell like top with a multitude of tentacles hanging down. It was lit up, blue light outlining it and filling it with bright spots appearing and disappearing of pink, green, red, and orange. "Hello? Hello? Are you guys in there?" a feminine voice asked. Delminta stared in shock. "Hey, can you hear me?" One tendril lifted up and tapped the side of the bell. "Stupid Gentrix Industries com-nerves. Shoulda got a warranty." Delminta swallowed and looked up at the blast door window. She could see three of her cousins, her left hand brood mother, and an aunt looking at her through the window. Her left hand brood mother waved at her to get it on. "Yeh-yes, I can hear you," Delminta said. The whole thing rippled with color and several of the long tendrils, which the ship estimated to be hundreds miles long and miles thick, trembled as if in pleasure. "Oh, wow. Hot pipe, baby. I thought I'd gone deaf," The feminine voice said. "Sandy Tamalin, nice to meet you." One of the tendrils started to extend then jerked back when Delminta screamed. "Oh, sorry, not used to this yet. Wow, how embarrassing. So, who are you?" The last was said in a steady even tone, the slightly silly almost younger sibling sounding tone vanishing. "Captain Delminta, of the Swift Grass Clan, of the Singing Spires Forest, of Hamaroosa," Delminta said. "Wow, that sound neat. Hey, anyway, is this yours?" The voice asked. The tentacles pointed at the gas planet. "Um, it's a planetoid." "Yeah, well, I'm kinda hungry. I mean, do you like live there of something? My nerves can't detect any like, structures or life forms in there, and it is made up of helium, hydrogen, delicious delicious methane and a lot of H20. I mean, do you mind?" The voice had gone from somewhat mature to childish wheedling. "You want to... eat... the gas planet?" Delminta asked. "Psst, let her. It's a gas planet. Nobody cares," several of her aunts whispered at her over the communicator. "I'm hungry. It was a long trip. Nobody told me how hard it was to swim through hyperspace when I bought the hyperglands, the pumpsacs, and the squirter," the feminine voice said. "I'm just on my way to the Tri-Quasar Cluster. A bunch of us are getting together and gonna make the electron clouds around the quasars sing." "Sure. Um... go ahead," Delminta said. "Thanks, Spanky, you're the best. Mmm, helium..." the tentacles dropped down and the voice went silent. "Is it going to eat us?" Beeta asked through the crack at the door. "No. She, I think it's a she, is just eating from the gas giant," Delminta said. "Ask where it's from so we can avoid it," Her right hand brood mother said. "Um, San-Dee?" Delminta said. "Yeah?" The feminine voice came back. "Where are you from?" Delminta asked. "Oh. Yeah. How rude. You told me. Well, I guess, I'm from the City of Chicago, Sol System," Sandy answered. "Oooh, hydrocarbon pocket! Delicious delicious hydrocarbons. Umm, I'm a Solarian." "Oh," Delminta said, looking at the huge jellyfish. It's color was brightening. "Well, Delminta of the Sunny Spires Ponderosa, it was nice to meet you, but I'm kinda late," Sandy suddenly said. Delminta noticed the voice was refreshed and the tentacles were retracting into the bottom of the bell. "Wait!" Delminta cried out. She flinched as the bell tilted toward her little ship. "Yeah?" The voice definitely sounded like a little girl's and Delminta wondered how much of it was the ship's computer trying to make it so the massive creature wasn't so panic inducing. "Um, out of politeness, we show each other how we look," Delminta said. "Oh, is that why you let me see you. You're so cute. Kind of like a sugar glider and a kitty and squirrel all mixed together! My friends are going to love hearing about you," The jellyfish said. "And you?" Delminta asked. "Oh, this is me. It's custom. Daddy bought it for me. I'm a registered bio-synth now, but that's OK," the voice said. "Welp, okay, bye!" There was a weird eye watering flash and Delminta thought for a second that it looked like the giant jellyfish suddenly inverted. https://www.reddit.com/r/HFY/comments/f9tk9h/first_contact_part_three/
July 15, 2025 at 7:51 AM
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chromatowski.bsky.social
Every candidate should do this.
bradlander.bsky.social Brad Lander @bradlander.bsky.social · Jun 16
Whether visible or invisible, permanent or temporary, almost all of us will have or know someone with a disability.

As Mayor, I’ll fight like hell for truly accessible public transit.
June 17, 2025 at 8:23 PM
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drumrollplease.bsky.social
𝗜𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗼𝗿 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝗶𝘀 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝘁𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗼𝗿 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗼, 𝘄𝗮𝘁𝗰𝗵 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀. ✊🏻
June 11, 2025 at 12:06 AM
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Garrett Reuscher (@GarrettReuscher) on Twitter: "Everyone gets a plate before anyone gets seconds" but for housing.
October 27, 2024 at 4:15 PM
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roadhouseendgame on tumblr "i was talking to my mom about cardassians and said something along the lines of 'what must it be like to be a cardassian civilian. like abstractly knowing the rest of the galaxy thinks of your species as 'the evil ones' and kinda sorta knowing your government runs labor camps and torture prisons and is a military empire, and it's a huge deal for everyone else in the galaxy, but you just like run a restaurant so it's not a big part of your daily life, so you just like, go about your day and make soup and don't think about it' and then halfway through my sentence i actually heard myself and then had to go sit down for like ten minutes. like sat down in a chair and stared at the floor for ten minutes bathykolpian [image: an emoji smoking a cigarette with a thousand yard stare.]
October 27, 2024 at 7:44 PM
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tzemingdynasty.bsky.social
Surprise! It was slavery all along.
iamthepaulina.bsky.social ∙ ᴘᴀᴜʟɪɴᴀ ∙ @iamthepaulina.bsky.social · Jun 11
Take a listen and seriously consider it. While this is not an uncommon practice, I am glad people are beginning to speak up about it.
June 11, 2025 at 8:47 PM
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porpentina2017.bsky.social
This scene from the movie Network has never been more appropriate. Peter Finch delivers this whole scene masterfully. (He won an Oscar for this performance).

“I want you to go to the window, open it, stick your head out and yell: I'm as mad as hell, and I'm not going to take this anymore."
April 30, 2025 at 1:50 AM