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Tatjana

@tatjana88.bsky.social

#90sTop30

9 busted down the pretext

Pearl Jam - State Of Love And Trust (MTV Live Video HD) Remastered

YouTube video by Matias Perez

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November 23, 2025 at 6:06 AM

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Tom Snarsky

@tomsnarsky.bsky.social

John Wieners

Time

June, then September—life dredges past
as an avalanche. A week goes by
in the wink of an eye.
Friendships fall hollow,
old ghosts remain, carefully tendered
by the rain.

Streets of the cities, I have walked
My feet ache from the
miles, and yet they seem
a scant pathway to your door; where I sit
now
contemplating old dreams that never change.

Old longings never subside; they rise in the breast
as tides of change that never rest.

This is the only eternity: what exists in the word.

November 19, 2025 at 3:47 AM

Lala

@veggiemusubi.bsky.social

I had this movie poster on my wall as a kid and I miss it so much

Edward Silha @silha.com · 23d

On November 3, 1954, ‘Godzilla,’ the first film in the franchise, was released in Japan…

November 4, 2025 at 3:24 AM

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Mara Wilson

@marawilson.bsky.social

If your book or show about LA doesn’t have quinceañeras, smog alerts, deep hatred for the 405, people speaking Armenian, Farsi, and Korean, gangsta rap nostalgia, blue-collar entertainment workers, getting so used to brushfires you don’t even call your parents about them, just text… it’s not my LA.

November 1, 2025 at 7:36 PM

Lala

@veggiemusubi.bsky.social

In another life I was a spirit Halloween store manager and I can confirm the unholy alchemy of bubbly preteens, frantic parents and bumrushed employees clawing their way to the sweet collapse of October 31

Brian Stelter @brianstelter.bsky.social · 27d

There is nothing quite like the energy at a Spirit Halloween store on October 30. (And I say that having visited three of them tonight)

October 31, 2025 at 4:06 AM

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Lilly Dancyger

@lillydancyger.bsky.social

listen, I didn't stop listening to Nirvana when they started selling the smiley face shirts at Urban Outfitters; I'm not gonna stop using em-dashes just because chatGPT uses them

October 23, 2025 at 8:33 PM

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Karen K. Ho

@karenho.bsky.social

maybe an outlandish pair of glasses would fix me

October 24, 2025 at 3:18 AM

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Edmonds Scanner

@edmondsscanner.bsky.social

Your daily horoscope:
Today you will feel like a retired gladiator - exhausted, scarred, lucky to be alive, and looking for peace.

October 19, 2025 at 4:25 PM

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geoffrey (slouching toward thankfulness)

@parsnip.bsky.social

yes, i do want it to be impermissible to call people slurs in public. that is the moral ground i am staking out. i want people to be afraid to express their views that are bad in public, not because they will be killed, but because they want to live in a society

October 15, 2025 at 2:21 AM

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Holiday Ryan

@ryanboyd.bsky.social

Personally I prefer a society whose members feel some pressure to signal virtue over one where vice is continually rewarded

October 12, 2025 at 5:28 PM

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geoffrey (slouching toward thankfulness)

@parsnip.bsky.social

i will calm down i will do drugs i will pet the cat i will pretend we do not suffer under the most slobbish, unimpressive robber barons in the history of the world

October 12, 2025 at 8:26 AM

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mosababutoha

@mosababutoha.bsky.social

Please save this, read it, feel it.

Shame on all those who do not see our children!!

October 5, 2025 at 3:34 AM

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Edmonds Scanner

@edmondsscanner.bsky.social

Don't stop searching for joy.
Track it down if you can.
Look in cluttered bookstores, movie theaters, spooky cemeteries, and mossy forests.
Take joy out for tea, adventure, and gentle mischief across the land.

September 19, 2025 at 6:45 PM

Lala

@veggiemusubi.bsky.social

Rain! Mwah love you welcome stick around

September 19, 2025 at 2:01 AM

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C. L. Polk

@clpolk.com

I must remind myself that revision is when a writer builds brilliant writing from the compost of the ordinary.

And honestly, "uninspired" writing is better than we think it is, and the more "uninspired" writing we do, the better we get

September 18, 2025 at 12:51 AM

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Litbowl

@litbowl.bsky.social

“Then he came, the speaker. He stood in the square. He told us who to hate.”

Been starting my mornings with William Stafford. Did not expect this one. (From The Way It Is)

#poetry #writing

September 17, 2025 at 12:37 PM

Lala

@veggiemusubi.bsky.social

An evergreen lament

Shana V. White (she/her) @shanavwhite.blacksky.app · Sep 14

What the hell Arizona?

September 14, 2025 at 11:35 PM

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Tim Onion

@bencollins.bsky.social

No better time to post Hunter S. Thompson on 9/12/2001.

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We are going to punish somebody for this attack, but just who or what will be blown to smithereens for it is hard to say. Maybe Afghanistan, maybe Pakistan or Iraq, or possibly all three at once. Who knows? Not even the Generals in what remains of the Pentagon or the New York papers calling for WAR seem to know who did it or where to look for them.
This is going to be a very expensive war, and Victory is not guaranteed -- for anyone, and certainly not for anyone as baffled as George W. Bush. All he knows is that his father started the war a long time ago, and that he, the goofy child-President, has been chosen by Fate and the global Oil industry to finish it Now. He will declare a National Security Emergency and clamp down Hard on Everybody, no matter where they live or why. If the guilty won't hold up their hands and confess, he and the Generals will ferret them out by force.
Good luck. He is in for a profoundly difficult job -- armed as he is with no credible Military Intelligence, no witnesses and only the ghost of Bin Laden to blame for the tragedy.
OK. It is 24 hours later now, and we are not getting much information about the Five Ws of this thing.
The numbers out of the Pentagon are baffling, as if Military Censorship has already been imposed on the media. It is ominous. The only news on TV comes from weeping victims and ignorant speculators.
The lid is on. Loose Lips Sink Ships. Don't say anything that might give aid to The Enemy.

September 11, 2025 at 12:27 PM

Lala

@veggiemusubi.bsky.social

Writing prompt

never had a podcast @hairy-son.bsky.social · Sep 8

September 9, 2025 at 1:46 AM

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Pilfering Kibble

@ednasmeds.bsky.social

Up next..

This fantastic album turns 20 next year.

"..and we don't make eye contact, when we have run-ins in town.. just a barely polite nod.. nervous stares towards the ground"

Return To Cookie Mountain (2006)
- TV On The Radio

#nowspinning #nowplaying #vinyl #musicsky

Vinyl record on turntable, cover displayed.
Artist: TV On The Radio
Album: Return To Cookie Mountain

September 4, 2025 at 11:01 PM

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Todd Dillard

@toddedillard.bsky.social

my issue of Threepenny is here! here’s my poem “Present Tense,” I would love for you to give it a read!

“I know this so loudly I don’t
hear, at first, my father’s silence.”

Present Tense
by Todd Dillard

My father’s telling me about his dog,
how it fell into a well
when they were walking down a wooded path.
His dog ran across some rotted planks,
the planks splintered, “And whoosh!”
my father says. “No more dog.”
I look at the clock and remind my father it’s three A.M.
“I’m not finished,” he says.
He tells me about the rope he bought, the bucket,
how he knotted the rope to the bucket, lowered it down,
and yelled for the dog to get in.
“But all I pulled up was more barking.”
“Dad,” I say. “This never happened.”
He says he can’t remember
how long he tried to get the dog
to shimmy into the bucket.
Just that at some point
when the sky turned tawny—“Dad—“
as a pitcher of sweet tea—“Dad—“
he decided to give up.
“Dad,” I say. “It’s late.
I’m tired. And you’re dead.”
“Dammit, son,” my father says. “Let me finish!”
My father tells me about filling the bucket with dirt
and pouring the dirt into the well.
And I know what he’s getting at, I know
he’s going to tell me bucket by bucket
he filled the well and
the dog jumped out. He’s going to say
something about how the dog
led him home through the dark.
I know this so loudly I don’t
hear, at first, my father’s silence.
“Dad?” I say. “Dad, are you there?”
I keep lowering the bucket
but all I ever pull up are leaves.
Red leaves. Lately, some gold.

September 2, 2025 at 9:06 PM

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Megan Piontkowski illustration

@meganpiont.bsky.social

New "How to Report ICE" zines up today for free printable download!

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