Basically just an old* fart-in-a-bottle left on a dusty shelf somewhere in Brooklyn, NY.
*Old enough to know that being anti-fascist is 👍.
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A door. A key. A burning. A letter.
Pass through the Black Door, and may you not remain unscathed.
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The records go from digital, to typed, to handwritten, to the #wonky cursive of a 1924 inspector declaring a gas line satisfactory. Now there are no gas lines. Now this tenement is no longer rent-protected. Now she warms soup in a microwave, uses a phone to turn on the heat. #vss365
So here’s my demon Wilson, aka the Slayer of Ankles, cozy and snug under the weighted blanket…
#caturday #voids #blackcats #🐈⬛
So here’s my demon Wilson, aka the Slayer of Ankles, cozy and snug under the weighted blanket…
#caturday #voids #blackcats #🐈⬛
Ashli Babbitt broke through a window to assault members of Congress sitting in session, so a President could defy the Constitution.
These are not the same things.
Mrs. Chippy did a job of climbing the rigging; as good as any sailor. Once he jumped overboard after a fish and had to be retrieved with a specimen net. By the time thought of reaching land had turned to #abstraction, he was ordered killed. His flesh did not make a tender meal. #vss365
Mrs. Chippy did a job of climbing the rigging; as good as any sailor. Once he jumped overboard after a fish and had to be retrieved with a specimen net. By the time thought of reaching land had turned to #abstraction, he was ordered killed. His flesh did not make a tender meal. #vss365
#arwentimeispeepeetime
#arwentimeispeepeetime
The articulated skeleton of a polled miniature Hereford is the first thing to greet incoming students making their way to the laboratory. The cow’s preserved organs lie open to the #air at her feet, pertinent points of interest labeled for the newbies.
Lunch is burgers on Main. #vss365
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For all those struggling with loss this holiday season, sending ❤️🩹.
For all those struggling with loss this holiday season, sending ❤️🩹.
Per the penciled notes he’d left on the kitchen wall, he turned to gas when the gun failed. Among the details of the #fight to end his life: a bum gun, a jug of church wine. Apologizing to his pastor, he wrote, “I’m in the next room now. Sorry, scout. Will I find you there?” #vss365
He said he had no #memory of the night’s events, refusing to name a culprit, denying even the fact of his injury. "I’m not shot," he’d declared from his hospital bed. “The wound is nothing.” Later, at the funeral in his parents’ home, guests noted the lack of corruption in the air. #vss365
But I just let a sweet corgi wearing a festive jingle bell collar. So all right with the world.
But I just let a sweet corgi wearing a festive jingle bell collar. So all right with the world.
The old woman's cries from the window protesting imprisonment begat a visit from city services. She claimed no #memory and refused them leave to enter. Neighbors said she roamed the halls most nights, scratching doors on the way to the outdoor privy, where she kept a certain bottle. #vss365