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alexfermin.bsky.social
diary of a hashbrown
@alexfermin.bsky.social
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•imagining liberated futures
•practicing transformation
•sharing my story through art
•reducing my dependence on corporate social media
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hausofdecline.bsky.social
Johannes Gutenberg: I'm on some movable printed type shit
December 22, 2025 at 3:45 AM
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animalshapes.bsky.social
A night to remember.

(commission)
October 9, 2024 at 7:50 PM
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grantdraws.bsky.social
Poetry Comics Month, Day 22
November 22, 2025 at 1:00 PM
alexfermin.bsky.social
spent our day harvesting and sampling tulsi

i can still smell it on me ^_^
September 17, 2025 at 6:10 PM
alexfermin.bsky.social
politicians on both sides denounce this type of violence mostly because they fear it will happen to them next. they know charlie kirk is one of them. clowns in a circus built on the blood of the oppressed. complicit in ongoing genocides (plural) and violent occupation of communities here and abroad.
September 11, 2025 at 5:51 AM
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shiiocha.com
photo of drawings on grid lined paper, ball point pen doodle of little guy with pen in hand looking confident saying “i’m gonna draw!!!” and another drawing following with the little guy face down on the ground with the sfx “splat” while the pen rolls out of the hand. there is a pen visible in the photo which is covering a drawing. there are additional faces drawn above this with emotions conveying no thoughts whatsoever. shiiocha art
November 15, 2024 at 4:08 PM
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orforf.bsky.social
IS shrimps is bugs? OR is bugs is shrimps? ...think about it
May 10, 2025 at 6:17 PM
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leslekieuart.bsky.social
do y'all remember when they found all that tf art in Osamu Tezuka's drawer post-mortem because I think about it often

anyway keep chasing your bliss and draw weird shit, god knows we need that right now
March 30, 2025 at 11:08 PM
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minedoo.bsky.social
his favourite snack
November 17, 2024 at 2:12 PM
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marandart.bsky.social
All year, I kept a mixed media sketchbook with an emphasis on play, salvage, exploration, and fun. Then I took it apart and scanned it so you can see it, too! Download the 2024 Trash Book: 65 pages of mixed media frivolity for your eyeballs, including artist statements & video. payhip.com/b/7Fj2T
A photo of the cover of the Trash Book, a chaotic amalgam of paint and found objects, with the test "2024 Trash Book Digital Edition" www.marandart.com "65 pages of new mixed media shenanigans"
December 20, 2024 at 6:26 PM
alexfermin.bsky.social
#ThisIsMe
March 26, 2025 at 10:03 AM
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critterdome.bsky.social
I'll be debuting my new zine WISH WE WERE HERE, a collection of Utopian Socialist Smut that was extremely cathartic to draw
March 21, 2025 at 8:14 PM
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voidhound.ink
star drifter

an album cover/art for the newest walking dog release!
September 10, 2024 at 8:13 AM
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gentlemonster.bsky.social
Bite the hand that oppresses you!
March 21, 2025 at 9:23 PM
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konnestra.bsky.social
Rewatching #LOST for the third time and I had to do the inevitable to the cast lmao
January 24, 2025 at 9:34 PM
alexfermin.bsky.social
The ABC’s of Revolution (a thread):
Assata
the front cover of assata: an autobiography. a young assata shakur faces the reader. affirmation by assata shakur: I believe in living. I believe in the spectrum of Beta days and Gamma people. I believe in sunshine. In windmills and waterfalls, tricycles and rocking chairs. And i believe that seeds grow into sprouts. And sprouts grow into trees. I believe in the magic of the hands. And in the wisdom of the eyes. I believe in rain and tears. And in the blood of infinity. I believe in life. And i have seen the death parade march through the torso of the earth, sculpting mud bodies in its path. I have seen the destruction of the daylight, and seen bloodthirsty maggots prayed to and saluted. I have seen the kind become the blind and the blind become the bind in one easy lesson. I have walked on cut glass. I have eaten crow and blunder bread and breathed the stench of indifference. I have been locked by the lawless. Handcuffed by the haters. Gagged by the greedy. And, if i know any thing at all, it's that a wall is just a wall and nothing more at all. It can be broken down. I believe in living. I believe in birth. I believe in the sweat of love and in the fire of truth. And i believe that a lost ship, steered by tired, seasick sailors, can still be guided home to port.
January 8, 2025 at 3:39 AM