Pinned
Rear View Mirrors Smashed, Memories Erased, Past Infestations Dealt with Discreetly
how your epistle finds me
Tom (mid-1970s) photograph by Anne Billson. From the days when I absolutely HAD to cram every available surface with clutter.
November 26, 2025 at 10:43 AM
how your epistle finds me
and from the car, a fine winter morning. white mist across fields and hedges, layered and draped beneath a pale blue sky raked by low, harsh sunlight. long shadows cast by lines of trees, dark and fence-looking, scenery from an expressionist film. and the happiest sight -
November 26, 2025 at 9:50 AM
and from the car, a fine winter morning. white mist across fields and hedges, layered and draped beneath a pale blue sky raked by low, harsh sunlight. long shadows cast by lines of trees, dark and fence-looking, scenery from an expressionist film. and the happiest sight -
if you've ever watched a wave smack into a breakwater and double back on itself, anyway that, I reckon, the consciousness flowed out first, and then at some point the backwash had the side effect of omg-I'm-real. it's an epiphenomenon we're FAR too fussed about
one day I'll work up the Theory that we're so highly social that we evolved consciousness of OTHER consciousnesses *long* before we evolved SELF-consciousess, because that was how we worked in teams, the omfg-wait-AM-I-REAL-TOO?!?! thing happened some time after we accepted that the others are real
what I want to know is, what is it about human brains that keeps us from having a sufficiently embodied sense of our own consciousness to differentiate it from an advanced simulation of human responses to text on a screen?
(I, on the basis of no evidence, blame the default mode network)
(I, on the basis of no evidence, blame the default mode network)
November 25, 2025 at 11:04 PM
if you've ever watched a wave smack into a breakwater and double back on itself, anyway that, I reckon, the consciousness flowed out first, and then at some point the backwash had the side effect of omg-I'm-real. it's an epiphenomenon we're FAR too fussed about
one day I'll work up the Theory that we're so highly social that we evolved consciousness of OTHER consciousnesses *long* before we evolved SELF-consciousess, because that was how we worked in teams, the omfg-wait-AM-I-REAL-TOO?!?! thing happened some time after we accepted that the others are real
what I want to know is, what is it about human brains that keeps us from having a sufficiently embodied sense of our own consciousness to differentiate it from an advanced simulation of human responses to text on a screen?
(I, on the basis of no evidence, blame the default mode network)
(I, on the basis of no evidence, blame the default mode network)
November 25, 2025 at 10:57 PM
one day I'll work up the Theory that we're so highly social that we evolved consciousness of OTHER consciousnesses *long* before we evolved SELF-consciousess, because that was how we worked in teams, the omfg-wait-AM-I-REAL-TOO?!?! thing happened some time after we accepted that the others are real
for the present there is just one moon,
though every level pond gives back another
though every level pond gives back another
November 25, 2025 at 7:48 PM
for the present there is just one moon,
though every level pond gives back another
though every level pond gives back another
Trays of cyclamen everywhere and I've been Georged already. How has it flown so very fast, this year? And yet it wasn't all timenausea and regret this afternoon, because I was slapped around the brain by the most fantastic realisation as he sung once more about his
November 25, 2025 at 4:58 PM
Trays of cyclamen everywhere and I've been Georged already. How has it flown so very fast, this year? And yet it wasn't all timenausea and regret this afternoon, because I was slapped around the brain by the most fantastic realisation as he sung once more about his
a film walks into a cinema. the projectionist says, why the long running time?
List of longest films - Wikipedia
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November 24, 2025 at 8:36 PM
a film walks into a cinema. the projectionist says, why the long running time?
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duck
I’ve just invented a filthy chicken burger…like, really filthy…can you guess what’s in it?
November 24, 2025 at 6:30 PM
duck
I heard somebody on the radio this afternoon as I was driving through the dark, sideways-flying squalls of wintry rain obscuring my view, and they were talking about how to tell the age of Bowhead whales. No you can't just ask them, they don't keep count like we puny humans. Anyway apparently
November 24, 2025 at 5:46 PM
I heard somebody on the radio this afternoon as I was driving through the dark, sideways-flying squalls of wintry rain obscuring my view, and they were talking about how to tell the age of Bowhead whales. No you can't just ask them, they don't keep count like we puny humans. Anyway apparently
waitwaitwait.
The Battle of AGREASLIONCURD
\o/ \o/ \o/ STOP LOOKING AT ME LIKE THAT
The Battle of AGREASLIONCURD
\o/ \o/ \o/ STOP LOOKING AT ME LIKE THAT
unless, right, UNLESS, you were going into the kind of battle that needed a very slippery lion or two and some jars of something piquant and interesting to spread on your toast
November 23, 2025 at 9:55 PM
waitwaitwait.
The Battle of AGREASLIONCURD
\o/ \o/ \o/ STOP LOOKING AT ME LIKE THAT
The Battle of AGREASLIONCURD
\o/ \o/ \o/ STOP LOOKING AT ME LIKE THAT
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Now it’s over to Wincey Willis for the forecast
November 23, 2025 at 8:14 PM
Now it’s over to Wincey Willis for the forecast
blooming is quite easy when your colours are like my dreams
pink and dark green, pink and dark gree-ee-ee-een
pink and dark green, pink and dark gree-ee-ee-een
November 23, 2025 at 6:46 PM
blooming is quite easy when your colours are like my dreams
pink and dark green, pink and dark gree-ee-ee-een
pink and dark green, pink and dark gree-ee-ee-een
the time approaches. we're so close to the season of the very best story ever
"These are but shadows of the things that have been," said the Ghost. "They have no consciousness of us."
"These are but shadows of the things that have been," said the Ghost. "They have no consciousness of us."
November 23, 2025 at 6:41 PM
the time approaches. we're so close to the season of the very best story ever
"These are but shadows of the things that have been," said the Ghost. "They have no consciousness of us."
"These are but shadows of the things that have been," said the Ghost. "They have no consciousness of us."
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A Tomas Tranströmer on memory
December Evening 1972
Here I come, the invisible man, perhaps employed by a Great Memory to live right now
(Tr. Robin Fulton)
December Evening 1972
Here I come, the invisible man, perhaps employed by a Great Memory to live right now
(Tr. Robin Fulton)
November 21, 2025 at 9:26 PM
A Tomas Tranströmer on memory
December Evening 1972
Here I come, the invisible man, perhaps employed by a Great Memory to live right now
(Tr. Robin Fulton)
December Evening 1972
Here I come, the invisible man, perhaps employed by a Great Memory to live right now
(Tr. Robin Fulton)
I promise you will absolutely NOT guess where this advert is going
November 23, 2025 at 5:43 PM
I promise you will absolutely NOT guess where this advert is going
it's so beautiful to think of the guest getting half way to their car or maybe the bus stop and doing exactly the same thing with a look of close-to holy joy and peace on their face
The best feeling in the world isn't an orgasm. It's closing the door on a guest and letting go with an enormously long, loud, and pungent fart. I am better at this than my wife but only because I'm bigger. She could fart for her county, if not Wales.
November 20, 2025 at 8:27 PM
it's so beautiful to think of the guest getting half way to their car or maybe the bus stop and doing exactly the same thing with a look of close-to holy joy and peace on their face
my mutuals asking the Real Questions as usual
Have any of us tried dragging ourselves by our heads? Might be amazing
November 20, 2025 at 6:13 PM
my mutuals asking the Real Questions as usual
come on, who's going to crack first and look them up
mud dragons
MUD DRAGONS
MUD DRAGONS
November 20, 2025 at 5:56 PM
come on, who's going to crack first and look them up
also, this. reading left-to-right it's like the dream reincarnation order, really, isn't it?
November 20, 2025 at 5:54 PM
also, this. reading left-to-right it's like the dream reincarnation order, really, isn't it?
has anything made me happier today than looking at this list? nope
List of animal classes - Wikipedia
en.wikipedia.org
November 20, 2025 at 5:48 PM
has anything made me happier today than looking at this list? nope
KIRKDAAAAAAAAAALE!!!! I can't breathe
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November 20, 2025 at 4:31 PM
KIRKDAAAAAAAAAALE!!!! I can't breathe
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@kirkdalebooks.bsky.social
This account never misses
So on I went.
November 20, 2025 at 11:51 AM
This account never misses
a pirate rides a horse into a bar. the barman says, why the long john silver. the horse says, never mind that, poor me a drink for god's sake, he keeps asking me to perch on his shoulder. the pirate says, but you ARE a parrot, you areahahahaaAAARRGGGH. the barman says, fuck me, a talking horse
laughing again because during a quiz there was a question about a famous pirate and I said to my friend just name any pirate and he panicked and said long bon jovi
November 19, 2025 at 3:26 PM
a pirate rides a horse into a bar. the barman says, why the long john silver. the horse says, never mind that, poor me a drink for god's sake, he keeps asking me to perch on his shoulder. the pirate says, but you ARE a parrot, you areahahahaaAAARRGGGH. the barman says, fuck me, a talking horse