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Ben Jammin'
@bjlwrites.bsky.social
Benjamin. Writer, snarker, buttmonkey. It's always darkest before the dawn.

Above all things, humans are storytellers.
Do NOT repeal Section 230! It's a common-sense piece of legislation, and repealing it will kill any favor you've managed to claw back over the last year!

It makes NO SENSE to hold websites legally responsible for the content their users post! Hold the users responsible for their own actions!
December 15, 2025 at 4:00 AM
saw a cool picture
Its musical cry echoed through the night.

It wasn't melancholic or sad. But it was eternal, and spoke fondly of eons in the Forever.

Each shining light that comprised it sparkled as though every moment was its last.
October 20, 2025 at 6:08 AM
So this unsettling feeling, deep in the pit of my stomach, wasn't right, somehow.

Why did I feel that Eden, the great whale of stars, was an omen?

Why did I feel, looking up at it now, that it wanted to swallow me whole?
October 20, 2025 at 6:08 AM
To join Eden in death was said to be joyous. A paradise, ceaselessly swimming through the Forever. An eternal contentedness, drowning in the beauty of the Forever. Its beauteous song was the chorus of countless twinkling spirits.
October 20, 2025 at 6:08 AM
Sometimes, I couldn't tell if it was even real. Other times, it was so staggeringly alive, I felt as if it would suffocate me.

It had always been there. Through countless births, deaths, and lives in between, it had watched and loved, and we had watched and loved it in turn.
October 20, 2025 at 6:08 AM
Eden, as we called it, carried the souls of our departed with it through the Forever as it traveled across the stars. Indeed, those thousands, those millions of lights that make up the great whale were spirits, giving Eden life, letting it be their afterlife.
October 20, 2025 at 6:08 AM
If my taxes go to help people keep from starving to death or dying of preventable illness or injury, I'm all for it 100%. Take what you need, I am fully willing to add to the pool.

But if my taxes are just getting funneled into a rich dude's bank account because he just WANTS it? Fuck ENTIRELY off.
July 15, 2025 at 4:38 PM
And I CERTAINLY do not bust my ass and risk injury for other lower- and middle-class people, laboring under the delusion that someday they'll get to be one of the elite exploiters of the masses, defending them but demonizing people on their own level who just don't want to starve.
July 15, 2025 at 4:38 PM
I myself have broken a finger twice. They were hairline fractures at worst, but that's beside the point; I do not go to work and risk hurting myself just so rich people can go "this portion of your check is actually just kind of mine because I want it".
July 15, 2025 at 4:38 PM
"what do you mean risk injury?" i work at UPS. i work at an airport, out on the airfield, loading and unloading cargo planes as they pass through the facility. we are working with very heavy machinery and cans weighing thousands of pounds. there is never zero risk of injury here.
July 15, 2025 at 4:38 PM
This account is LGBTQ+ friendly, in full support of freedom of expression, and AGAINST rich people demanding more money out of MY check. I bust my ass at work--I want my taxes going to help people in need. I'm not risking injury every day so Bezos can see funny number go up a little more.
July 15, 2025 at 4:24 PM
This thread brought to you by I pointed out that rich people take way more out of our checks than people in need do on TikTok and some goober came up to me insinuating that the rich people deserve that money because they 'provide jobs'.
July 15, 2025 at 4:21 PM
So I have this to say in turn:

If you think Jeff Bezos deserves a sixth summer home on your dime because he "provides jobs", then you are welcome to have him send you the bill so you can pay for it. I. Don't. Want. To.
July 15, 2025 at 4:17 PM
They rise in objection whenever they're asked to chip in maybe $50 per year toward helping people in need, but are curiously very quiet whenever they're reminded that upwards of $700 per year gets siphoned out of their checks for people who will never see the bottom of their bank accounts.
July 15, 2025 at 4:17 PM
More stream of consciousness writing.
It spiraled in and out, undulating, like it was breathing. For all I knew, it was. I ran my hand over the console, still working up the courage. There was no guarantee I would be able to come home once I went through. Wormholes were funny like that.
June 18, 2025 at 9:51 AM
I promise, my dear.

I will make it back home. To you. To my beloved Earth. I go now, to a world beyond, for you.

It's one small step for a man.
June 18, 2025 at 9:50 AM
The rockets propelled me from the place I called home for so many years. Into the unknown. I took a small photo out of a compartment on the console. Me and my wife.

The vortex swallowed me.
June 18, 2025 at 9:50 AM
Every ounce of fiber in my body was screaming against pushing down. I wanted to lift my hand away. To walk out of the ship. To go home.

I gathered what little strength remained in my body and pushed the button. The rockets began to fire.

This was it.
June 18, 2025 at 9:50 AM