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thelioness.bsky.social
das trapital
@thelioness.bsky.social
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glitch addled DID words witch. transsexual transhumanist ergi. cripply techno-vala mesopredator. greatest love story of all time.

http://lioness.neocities.org/youwrotemymanifesto
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could be my friend the chickadee
screenshot the humble chickadee
April 24, 2025 at 7:25 PM
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behold the animal. the unicorn
a white borzoi i have crudely drawn a horn onto
April 17, 2025 at 7:01 AM
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d.a. powell
your shiny buckle unfastens at last.   we who were always tarnished and dingged up had marveled certain tim was only gotten with soft hands no teeth and the patience that never tears xmas wrap what a handsome package you made: an after-meal brusher.  an “always says please and thank you” always I knew your polish would fade.   good child gone bad: a talkshow loomed with you on it I didn’t have to be right.   look I am loving you as you aren’t: be even that bright square again
April 12, 2025 at 4:01 AM
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blade runner 2049 screenshot of big hologram joi pointing at k
November 24, 2024 at 9:59 PM
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I never joke
screenshot of the whose line is it anyway fanfiction archive community on livejournal
November 24, 2024 at 1:11 AM
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Huge asparagus
Really fucking thick asparagus
November 23, 2024 at 8:00 AM
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do you guys like my frisbee
extremely warped songs:ohia record i am holding like a frisbee i pretend to throw it
November 21, 2024 at 3:33 AM
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As a society, we moved on way too fast from this
The ancient “AI generated image of a stroke” meme
November 21, 2024 at 2:48 AM
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I WOULD HAVE DONE TONS OF SHIMMER WITH YOU, AND KEPT YOU ALIVE FOREVER.
silco from arcane
November 20, 2024 at 2:20 AM
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👤
the dark outline of my shadow, in the sun, against a wall. i have ginormous long hair
November 17, 2024 at 11:08 PM
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An image reading: Stop using anti-Southland Tales language. Instead of it’s so bad it’s good, say this movie’s great. Instead of it’s a guilty pleasure, say I am never ashamed of what I love. Instead of you have to turn your brain off to enjoy it, say if you don’t like this movie you’re stupid. Instead of despite its flaws, I love it, say it has no flaws, I am the only one who understands film. Instead of I respect your opinion, say kill yourself. Instead of I know it’s objectively bad, say—conventional wisdom, what if everybody’s wrong?
November 16, 2024 at 10:06 PM
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smiling emoji guy with buck teeth meme edited really poorly to say “i choose to ponder”
November 16, 2024 at 8:07 AM
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“portrait of a house,” by mary carolyn davies
The level lawn, the level pond, The mountain rises menacing; And a great waterfall comes down Like a sullen tiger's spring. I have watched her calm eyes cling To the waterfall—while slow And sweet she spoke, in her still way, Of books and men that we two know. Prisoner in her house she dwells, As do we all. Our rooms are cells. Loveliness is only bars To shut out faces from the stars.
June 20, 2024 at 8:25 PM
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“tactile art,” john lee clark

www.poetryfoundation.org/poetrymagazi...
“What shall we call it—tactile grammar, semiotics of touch, Protactile aesthetics, tactiletics? True tactile art must have language. It should express and extract meaning. Texture, contour, temperature, density, give, recoil, adsorption, and many other elements are units in this language. Most things made by sighted people that we touch fail to make sense. Heft is one common grammatical unit they get wrong. There are many toy tanks, for example, that replicate the shape and many of the moving parts of a real tank. Visually, it looks exactly like the real thing, and is thus able to exude some of its menace.” “In the tactile realm the toy tank is a joke, because it is made of flimsy plastic parts and is light, being hollow and without ballast. If I wished to install an exhibit about the terrors of totalitarianism, tanks rolling over protestors like so much cardboard, I would need tanks with real heft. The protestors can be made of, well, cardboard, and can even be taller than the tanks. But the power is with the heft, and the tanks have it. Or if I wanted to send a more hopeful message, I could reverse things. The tanks are made of cardboard, while the protestors possess the gravity of rock. The tanks could be much bigger, but the power, again, is with the heft. Visually, the power is with size; tactilely, size is much less important. That’s grammar.”
May 30, 2024 at 2:12 AM
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“you wrote my manifesto” is a text art piece listing reclaimed statements sourced from anti-transgender US legislators, politicians and pastors.

lioness.neocities.org/youwrotemymanifesto
a screenshot of the “you wrote my manifesto” webpage. the text reads, in all caps: “i am promoting confusion. i am the bees’ knees when it comes to popularity. i am taller than any girl. i am a transsexual leftist illegal alien. i am violating your beliefs regarding biblical dress codes. i am a left-wing fad. i am holding a sword over school districts. i vastly overreach and defy common sense. i am severe and pervasive. i am using life-altering drugs. i am destroying your families. i am a stupid lunatic. i am going to go through the procedure.” continued: “i am the only acceptable option for children suffering any hint of gender confusion. i am building a grotesque phony phallus. i am deciding to spend my life impersonating my mother. i am in the press bragging about crushing female competitors. i am a clever rhetorical trick. i am a globalist, utopian, socialist totalitarian. i am gleefully putting together all the stereotypes of women. i am no longer using terms like motherhood or breastfeeding. i am interrupting speakers from the start. i am about to take a girl’s place. i am trying to tell you a man can get pregnant.”
May 23, 2024 at 7:13 AM
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“But the red dress lingered in her imagination like a crimson smudge. We are hard-wired to red. There is no other colour that is so fundamental, so fused to our primal, human itches. Red takes no prisoners. It is emphasis itself, the double underline, the stop sign, the alert, the roadblock, the alarm, the danger, the oomph, the sex, the passion, the incitement, the excitement. It’s the colour of kings and queens, war and empire, theatre and power. It is both the Devil and the blood of Christ, hell and the Holy Ghost, the animal impulse and the beating heart, red dust and the planet’s magma core. It’s the colour of life and action, the chromatic equivalent of a lipsticked kiss (with tongues) and a bloody nose. Red is adrenaline, fireworks, the break with convention. It is shame and violence and blushing and rage. Red is shorthand for high passion: think of Saturday-night red-rose sellers outside restaurants, love hearts and red knickers. It’s the color of revolution, of Communism and…”
May 21, 2024 at 2:28 AM
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a plain black & white drawing of a retro tv screen which reads, in all caps: “this assignment will be very safe and lots of fun for all of you.”
May 21, 2024 at 1:52 AM