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Kirsten Harries
@cryptidmortician.bsky.social
Your everyday goth mortician into vulture culture.
-Nihilist/Any Pronouns/Alexithymia-
Curb your enthusiasm.
It's come to my attention that I simply need to have another night out at a club or something. No matter how sore I am, I will be sore later regardless. I may as well make the residual pain feel like it's all from something I have enjoyed rather than given me more mental issues than I can count.
February 7, 2026 at 4:35 AM
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(I know that’s actually not a permanent solution and pretending bad things aren’t happening is not a great survival strategy in the long run, but there was nothing I could do about it now.)
February 6, 2026 at 3:15 PM
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February 5, 2026 at 1:47 PM
Starting to think I have lost my dream privileges and I will now no longer be allowing myself to imagine things during the time of REM sleep. I can no longer trust my own mind with sleeping matters.
February 4, 2026 at 4:05 PM
Today is going to be a self maintenance day, because I am sore and I do not care to function today. Not only that, but I don't wish to simply pretend to be a functioning human either. If anyone needs me, leave me alone, I am going to entomb myself in my bedroom.
I may respond if offered coffee.
February 3, 2026 at 4:35 PM
Ah yes, necromancers. My greatest foe. Do you not understand all the hard work I put in to these funerals that you are undoing? Stop it. This is not your unboxing episode.
February 2, 2026 at 2:40 AM
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February 2, 2026 at 1:50 AM
Oh no. I was ruminating on today's activities and somehow I spent an hour in full disassociation wondering about the next pattern I should try for a shadowbox. Did I do any actual work on it or write anything down as notes? Not at all. Do I remember my ideas at the very least? That is also a no.
February 1, 2026 at 5:16 AM
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SO EXCITED for this footage. I've been watching thousands of crows roost at sunset for awhile, but I've struggled to get quality flying in front of moon footage.

Last night I captured 8 of the 10,000+ crows take the path I've wanted.

More, better, to come in the future! But super jazzed for now 🪶
February 1, 2026 at 5:09 AM
I am satisfied with my current employment, as hard as it is, but I sometimes do wish I was back in the morgue. It was oddly peaceful for me, and those I talked to couldn't interrupt me. My only complaint would be the amount of dead weight I had to carry. But the dead were lovely company.
January 29, 2026 at 5:24 PM
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(I don’t have any gender or sex-related parts (if a construct has those you’re a sexbot in a brothel, not a murderbot) so maybe that’s why I find sex scenes boring. Though I think that even if I did have sex-related parts I would find them boring.)
January 28, 2026 at 9:15 PM
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They were all annoying and deeply inadequate humans, but I didn’t want to kill them. Okay, maybe a little.
January 29, 2026 at 12:15 AM
Up earlier than I intended to enjoy the quiet before everyone else wakes up. This means more coffee all while the snow is coming in. I will say this; I'm disappointed at the snow accumulation currently. And now its back to hiding in my room until the morning rush ends here. Me, sleep? Don't be silly
January 25, 2026 at 12:12 PM
The best hours in the day are the ones that stretch from 11PM to 2AM. Unfortunately I am most times too drained from dealing with my many housemates to enjoy the silent hours of the night, and despite my complaints my late night coffee consumption is frowned upon by them.
Any who, I have coffee now.
January 25, 2026 at 4:09 AM
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The Chicago lakefront goths.
1.20.2026
#birds
#crows
#corvids
January 21, 2026 at 7:53 PM
Five second rhymes.
Annetti spaghetti is usually upsetti.

@shotgun-annie.bsky.social
January 22, 2026 at 11:28 PM
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January 22, 2026 at 3:15 PM
Some of the hardest lessons come with a eulogy.
January 21, 2026 at 10:08 PM
My mind likes to circle back often to the wonderings of what my conscious will do once I am gone. Is this reality only one long dream and when I wake up I die, or does it restart to put me at the beginning all over again? Or is it blissfully the end of all, with nothing but oblivion to comfort me?
January 21, 2026 at 2:08 PM
The horrors persist ad nauseum.
January 21, 2026 at 1:14 PM
Hm. This site is quite particular in how features work and doesn't seem to enjoy my phone at all. Perhaps it isn't compatible, a concept I am sure is incorrect. It's far too late to diagnose the true issue. It will have to wait for morning. Hopefully until then Monster won't murder me in my sleep.
January 21, 2026 at 5:17 AM
The lack of vulture culture options for my feed is rather disappointing to say the least. What sort of place is this to lack one?
January 21, 2026 at 3:39 AM
I enjoy talking about morals and philosophies. I'm also willing to chat about such topics.
Actually no, I don't want to talk, I only said that to appease past teachers that told me to mingle when I was introduced to a new class.

So was this said out of guilt? No. It's just my shining dry humor.
January 21, 2026 at 3:36 AM
I'm only slightly annoyed the icon I use is off center. If I notice it any further maybe I'll be prodded into action to correct it. As for now, I don't care.
January 21, 2026 at 3:15 AM