Tyver Foucault
@thedoorthedoor.bsky.social
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The air in your lungs remembers being a storm. The iron in your blood, a sword. Banner by @thxnywy.art
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thedoorthedoor.bsky.social
The purpose of stickers is to Never Use Them so that when you die your friends can put them on your coffin
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cosimog.bsky.social
I'd like to request a late checkout
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izzyzaw.bsky.social
everybody’s jealous of me since I decided to get plastic surgery to have Cuttlefish skin. they‘re resentful because I camouflage myself as a brick wall or a gorseberry bush in order to steal their croissants off their plates at cafes. I’ve never felt so beautiful
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georgialux.bsky.social
confronting my neighbor over the strange shells that have been appearing in his midden heap
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goblinmode.com
i've died by the sword a thousand times, each instance captured in the gleam and reflection of steel. the blood which drips and pools beneath the swinging point is a collection of all the iterations of me that came before, funneled as i am into this corridor of destruction. so yeah i'd recommend it
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thedoorthedoor.bsky.social
The Golden Age Michelin Man and the current Michelin Man are actually two different characters. They exist in the same continuity now due to Crisis on Infinite Roads
The vintage Michel Man from the early 20th century. His Stay-Puft Mashmallow-lookin ass is wearing some sporty orange flats. From his betired maw, he exhales cigar smoke in the shape of the limnescate, signaling to the viewer that his squishy visage always was, and always shall be. The modern Michelin Man, icon of the American Dream. You too can own a house and a car and a picket fence as white as his torso. His boots appear to be velcro: efficient, effective, unparalleled by any other fastener in their combination of snug grip and ease of use. He is an abomination, but find me a man who isn't.
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thxnywy.art
doomed kingdom // cosmic retribution
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a neon scene of three gloopy meteors hurtling toward a curious castle
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batkaren.bsky.social
“Rainbows are light-feeders,” I tell Scully and Mulder, “or what we call photonic vampires.”
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tuskjenkins.bsky.social
Using the Scooby Doo model, scientists were able to run all the way to the edge of the universe by being chased over an unchanging background until they finally saw through the illusion and just tore the mask off of everything we know
thedoorthedoor.bsky.social
"UN-American? No no Superintendent Chalmers, I said Ur-American. Doesn't get more American than that."
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thedoorthedoor.bsky.social
Zen: be nothing
Me: [has sense of self obliterated by fascism]
Zen: no not like that
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thedoorthedoor.bsky.social
Anxiety is a geode.
You are filled with wonderous things
That no one will ever see
Unless you take a hammer
And mean it when you swing.
thedoorthedoor.bsky.social
Anxiety is a geode.
You are filled with wonderous things
That no one will ever see
Unless you take a hammer
And mean it when you swing.
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jana-aych-ess.bsky.social
climate change is, genuinely, the closest we've ever come to creating an actual god: only amenable to human agency through our sacrifices and excesses. larger than can be truly understood. omnipresent. independent of nation or belief

and it is long past time we developed some rituals to appease her
jana-aych-ess.bsky.social
"climate change worship"

hold on now. I think he might be on to something
jana-aych-ess.bsky.social
she's a 10 but she is distant. she is cold. she's a 10 but the processions of her faithful circle at her foot like ants circling death. you cannot reach her. you can only watch. she's a 10 but you are one of thousands, tens of thousands, who have come to see her melt. to see her before she is gone
thedoorthedoor.bsky.social
A magnificent stag standing tall, defiant, a golden orb weaver in her web between his antlers. Probably doesn't mean anything, keep mowing your lawn
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thedoorthedoor.bsky.social
Banker's yeast feed on the value of the dollar, causing prices to rise
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jamberee13.bsky.social
What if we kissed under the skeletal limbs of an ancient tree god