AnnieCatt
@morbidblondewoman.bsky.social
A conglomeration of space junk that has found momentary sentience.
I don’t know how people stand being famous. I do not care for attention from random people.
November 14, 2025 at 11:23 AM
I don’t know how people stand being famous. I do not care for attention from random people.
I am not a demon
To be exorcised
In a spray of pea soup
From some liar’s sick story.
I know myself and
I am more than you,
and your sad vision of a small god.
If you must cast out something,
Try removing the plank
From your own eye,
As you were commanded.
You always forget that part.
To be exorcised
In a spray of pea soup
From some liar’s sick story.
I know myself and
I am more than you,
and your sad vision of a small god.
If you must cast out something,
Try removing the plank
From your own eye,
As you were commanded.
You always forget that part.
October 8, 2025 at 12:56 AM
I am not a demon
To be exorcised
In a spray of pea soup
From some liar’s sick story.
I know myself and
I am more than you,
and your sad vision of a small god.
If you must cast out something,
Try removing the plank
From your own eye,
As you were commanded.
You always forget that part.
To be exorcised
In a spray of pea soup
From some liar’s sick story.
I know myself and
I am more than you,
and your sad vision of a small god.
If you must cast out something,
Try removing the plank
From your own eye,
As you were commanded.
You always forget that part.
Sometimes we need a helping hand to persevere.
September 19, 2025 at 10:56 AM
Sometimes we need a helping hand to persevere.
I used to think I had something to say
Now I feel I was made to slip away
Now I feel I was made to slip away
September 6, 2025 at 2:22 PM
I used to think I had something to say
Now I feel I was made to slip away
Now I feel I was made to slip away
She has become the water
She has become the island
The call of the gulls and the
Crash of the waves
The sand under your feet
And the ever changing sky
She is the spirit of the place
Not a ghost but a memory
Of gentleness
Demanding reverence
She has become the island
The call of the gulls and the
Crash of the waves
The sand under your feet
And the ever changing sky
She is the spirit of the place
Not a ghost but a memory
Of gentleness
Demanding reverence
July 27, 2025 at 12:08 PM
She has become the water
She has become the island
The call of the gulls and the
Crash of the waves
The sand under your feet
And the ever changing sky
She is the spirit of the place
Not a ghost but a memory
Of gentleness
Demanding reverence
She has become the island
The call of the gulls and the
Crash of the waves
The sand under your feet
And the ever changing sky
She is the spirit of the place
Not a ghost but a memory
Of gentleness
Demanding reverence
She is a liminal space
A gateway
You would linger longer
If you could
But that’s not who she is
Or why she is
Where she is
She ushers you along
And then you are gone
But she remains
The memory of her smile
Curled into your brain
A gateway
You would linger longer
If you could
But that’s not who she is
Or why she is
Where she is
She ushers you along
And then you are gone
But she remains
The memory of her smile
Curled into your brain
July 20, 2025 at 9:51 PM
She is a liminal space
A gateway
You would linger longer
If you could
But that’s not who she is
Or why she is
Where she is
She ushers you along
And then you are gone
But she remains
The memory of her smile
Curled into your brain
A gateway
You would linger longer
If you could
But that’s not who she is
Or why she is
Where she is
She ushers you along
And then you are gone
But she remains
The memory of her smile
Curled into your brain
Only spots of light reach the forest floor. I reach my hands up and up, pushing away the branches. I leap and swim into the sky, directly into the sun where I am burned away, transmuted. I am only ever what I have always been and what we all are. Infinitesimally small and the entire thing at once.
July 6, 2025 at 1:33 PM
Only spots of light reach the forest floor. I reach my hands up and up, pushing away the branches. I leap and swim into the sky, directly into the sun where I am burned away, transmuted. I am only ever what I have always been and what we all are. Infinitesimally small and the entire thing at once.
I don’t believe in ghosts, but sometimes hers hovers behind me, whispering in my ear, “be louder.”
June 10, 2025 at 11:03 AM
I don’t believe in ghosts, but sometimes hers hovers behind me, whispering in my ear, “be louder.”
To have the courage of a songbird, chasing two eagles away from its nest.
June 3, 2025 at 4:39 PM
To have the courage of a songbird, chasing two eagles away from its nest.
A blue jay swoops by, bringing cooler weather with its wings
May 12, 2025 at 4:31 PM
A blue jay swoops by, bringing cooler weather with its wings
Their children and the children of their children will revile their names. They will be hated through time. Ask me how I know.
May 10, 2025 at 3:12 PM
Their children and the children of their children will revile their names. They will be hated through time. Ask me how I know.
If legions of the dead burst through the doors of time to collectively scream all of human history into our ears, would we listen then, or bat them away and hope they dissipate like fog? No one likes to be inconvenienced by the truth.
May 10, 2025 at 2:54 PM
If legions of the dead burst through the doors of time to collectively scream all of human history into our ears, would we listen then, or bat them away and hope they dissipate like fog? No one likes to be inconvenienced by the truth.
Birdsong before the sun never sounds quite right, unless it’s an owl. What troubles them so, that they are screaming at 5:45 in the morning? Have the decency to scream internally. It’s what I do all the time.
April 10, 2025 at 9:47 AM
Birdsong before the sun never sounds quite right, unless it’s an owl. What troubles them so, that they are screaming at 5:45 in the morning? Have the decency to scream internally. It’s what I do all the time.
Pain distraction sleep. Pain distraction sleep. Pain distraction sleep.
April 6, 2025 at 9:13 PM
Pain distraction sleep. Pain distraction sleep. Pain distraction sleep.
It must be exhausting to always be speaking in circles, hoping to make others so dizzy, they mistake your pointlessness for superiority.
March 29, 2025 at 6:05 PM
It must be exhausting to always be speaking in circles, hoping to make others so dizzy, they mistake your pointlessness for superiority.
What had to die for the green to creep back in? One day it will be you and me.
March 29, 2025 at 5:47 PM
What had to die for the green to creep back in? One day it will be you and me.
Next time he reaches out from behind the grave, smash the glass between you. You have something to tell yourself and he’s just the ghost to say it.
March 22, 2025 at 9:42 PM
Next time he reaches out from behind the grave, smash the glass between you. You have something to tell yourself and he’s just the ghost to say it.
I have a head full of images but no stories to tell.
March 22, 2025 at 9:36 PM
I have a head full of images but no stories to tell.
There’s a curve in the road, as it goes through a tiny town between two small towns, one larger than the other. That curve in the road is where you enter another universe. You can tell by the way the air thickens outside the Methodist church. We don’t breathe the same there.
March 22, 2025 at 9:35 PM
There’s a curve in the road, as it goes through a tiny town between two small towns, one larger than the other. That curve in the road is where you enter another universe. You can tell by the way the air thickens outside the Methodist church. We don’t breathe the same there.
I miss country roads at night. Driving with high beams on, watching for whatever might emerge from the trees and cornfields. I miss hoping for ghosts and stories to tell.
March 20, 2025 at 11:40 PM
I miss country roads at night. Driving with high beams on, watching for whatever might emerge from the trees and cornfields. I miss hoping for ghosts and stories to tell.
You will never be half the man Jackie Robinson was.
March 19, 2025 at 4:16 PM
You will never be half the man Jackie Robinson was.
I am always daydreaming of sliding down river banks and climbing back out again. Mud, water, rock, green things snd sunlight. That is what I want.
March 19, 2025 at 12:14 AM
I am always daydreaming of sliding down river banks and climbing back out again. Mud, water, rock, green things snd sunlight. That is what I want.
Stupid little people will do big stupid things, and never start to comprehend the devastation they cause.
March 18, 2025 at 11:15 AM
Stupid little people will do big stupid things, and never start to comprehend the devastation they cause.
Today’s coffee goes in the biggest cup. We’re out of cream. Monday mourning.
March 17, 2025 at 11:12 PM
Today’s coffee goes in the biggest cup. We’re out of cream. Monday mourning.
The birds in the trees along the riverbank are screaming their songs, each trying to be heard over the others. They are now one massive bird beast that never shuts the hell up.
March 13, 2025 at 11:12 PM
The birds in the trees along the riverbank are screaming their songs, each trying to be heard over the others. They are now one massive bird beast that never shuts the hell up.