of course I’m familiar with the characters on ds9: there’s commander baseball dad and his son, worm lady, guy who’s having a very bad day, that guy’s wife, whore md, former terrorist, war crimes lizard, cringe daddy lizard, little green men, bucket, dabo girls, and Worf.
just so you know if this blog ever deactivates it was the killer
Emily Dickinson, from ‘The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson’
- Sharon Olds, Beyond Harm.
This was a weird fucking day for nurse jabara ngl
ok but sometimes this is legitimately the funniest website ever created. the bots aren’t the only performance artists around here.
the link works when it’s not my screencap btw.
Just got followed by a bot with the username “abbreviatedsalvation.” How are they coming up with these? It’s fucking art.
self help at 5:01am
this morning brought with it the uncomfortable realization that there are entire books and lives dedicated to the prevention of being me
heartbreaking: local thing has to leave the house even though it is so tired and sleepy and full of joint pain
the new pornbots’ url game is INSANE. complicit-rotting and warmmourning you would have done numbers if you were real
Neil Hilborn, “For Henry, Who Has Just Gone”, The Future
"Adult Grief," Louise Gluck
Because you were foolish enough to love one place, now you are homeless, an orphan in a succession of shelters. You did not prepare yourself sufficiently. Before your eyes, two people were becoming old; I could have told you two deaths were coming. There has never been a parent kept alive by a child’s love. Now, of course, it’s too late – you were trapped in the romance of fidelity. You kept going back, clinging to two people you hardly recognized after what they’d endured. If once you could have saved yourself, now that time’s past: you were obstinate, pathetically blind to change. Now you have nothing: for you, home is a cemetery. I’ve seen you press your face against the granite markers – you are the lichen, trying to grow there. But you will not grow, you will not let yourself obliterate anything.
umm how to be a dog by andrew kane. btw.
in case you didnt fucking know
Jenny Holzer, Living Series







