Caoimhe
@caoimhe.bsky.social
Read Foucault! Philosophy, writing, roller derby, trans stuff n vibes ~She/her
(Also play chess! Dm if you wanna play chess! :3)
(Also play chess! Dm if you wanna play chess! :3)
I can't stop pacing the
November 25, 2025 at 12:49 AM
I can't stop pacing the
The asylum escaped its walls. Look through the window to the empty world; ordered, full of perfection.
November 25, 2025 at 12:40 AM
The asylum escaped its walls. Look through the window to the empty world; ordered, full of perfection.
I talked about planes, but right now I'm sick of vehicles and test tubes. I'm sick of propulsion and computers moving ever toward a destination. I'm sick of smuggling & elected representatives. I'm sick.
November 21, 2025 at 10:03 PM
I talked about planes, but right now I'm sick of vehicles and test tubes. I'm sick of propulsion and computers moving ever toward a destination. I'm sick of smuggling & elected representatives. I'm sick.
Planes move overhead; my eyes miss more than ears, and they're rarely felt without translation.
Still- white walls can't resist the whailing; we thin as each pass.
Collapsing for the passengers' flight;
Becoming ants below;
Still- white walls can't resist the whailing; we thin as each pass.
Collapsing for the passengers' flight;
Becoming ants below;
November 21, 2025 at 6:27 PM
Planes move overhead; my eyes miss more than ears, and they're rarely felt without translation.
Still- white walls can't resist the whailing; we thin as each pass.
Collapsing for the passengers' flight;
Becoming ants below;
Still- white walls can't resist the whailing; we thin as each pass.
Collapsing for the passengers' flight;
Becoming ants below;
The spider who lost the thread
October 28, 2025 at 8:12 AM
The spider who lost the thread
Bees rattle and so do the last men. Detention is over. I'm finding in the parking l
October 17, 2025 at 9:32 AM
Bees rattle and so do the last men. Detention is over. I'm finding in the parking l
Trump uses the flagrant display and promotion of his and the united states' own war crimes in order to destabilize other countries. Destabilization is our primary aim & export.
October 16, 2025 at 12:48 AM
Trump uses the flagrant display and promotion of his and the united states' own war crimes in order to destabilize other countries. Destabilization is our primary aim & export.
I used to play with those helicopter leaves, before plucking them to pieces and uncovering the seed. The contours of a wingless leaf are etched along a twirling pencil and upturned earbud.
Inattention is mundane exploration and a constant art.
Inattention is mundane exploration and a constant art.
October 7, 2025 at 8:57 AM
I used to play with those helicopter leaves, before plucking them to pieces and uncovering the seed. The contours of a wingless leaf are etched along a twirling pencil and upturned earbud.
Inattention is mundane exploration and a constant art.
Inattention is mundane exploration and a constant art.
Extending branches by hand; you can reach anywhere with a few splinters.
October 7, 2025 at 8:49 AM
Extending branches by hand; you can reach anywhere with a few splinters.
If skates were ships I would be a kraken
October 1, 2025 at 9:40 AM
If skates were ships I would be a kraken
I am in retreat. Excercising control; closed even to the empty. Visions of a police state, but eyes wide- a police state. Still. Obscure.
September 26, 2025 at 10:31 AM
I am in retreat. Excercising control; closed even to the empty. Visions of a police state, but eyes wide- a police state. Still. Obscure.
I can't wait to be a nihilist. What a blender that word has gone through.
September 21, 2025 at 4:45 AM
I can't wait to be a nihilist. What a blender that word has gone through.
Lightning strikes, and we cower from the thunder. "No more rain, no more rumbling," no more mattress in a basement closet. Exhale the dust into the dewy air; the storm will pass when we see it.
September 18, 2025 at 7:37 PM
Lightning strikes, and we cower from the thunder. "No more rain, no more rumbling," no more mattress in a basement closet. Exhale the dust into the dewy air; the storm will pass when we see it.
I will not depose myself, or imagine a position otherwise. This is the locus. Replacing the determined in the probable, crowning an imagined past for its silence, does nothing to re-move us. The step forward is not strategic, it is incisive. Remove the cast, walk on bladed feet.
September 18, 2025 at 9:22 AM
I will not depose myself, or imagine a position otherwise. This is the locus. Replacing the determined in the probable, crowning an imagined past for its silence, does nothing to re-move us. The step forward is not strategic, it is incisive. Remove the cast, walk on bladed feet.
"Free speech" embraced by a stagnant voice. Fluid insofar as we arrange a familiar molecule. Free to self-express a photograph. I am a metaphysician.
September 18, 2025 at 9:02 AM
"Free speech" embraced by a stagnant voice. Fluid insofar as we arrange a familiar molecule. Free to self-express a photograph. I am a metaphysician.
Ever-so mundane, ever so .
August 25, 2025 at 8:48 PM
Ever-so mundane, ever so .
Splitting selves for entertainment; new names, new worms, new puddles; picking petals. Cruelty as a common curiousity. Overlaying; one stream, one estuary, one mixing and return, pestle and mortar. Cycloptic lineage.
August 25, 2025 at 8:47 PM
Splitting selves for entertainment; new names, new worms, new puddles; picking petals. Cruelty as a common curiousity. Overlaying; one stream, one estuary, one mixing and return, pestle and mortar. Cycloptic lineage.
We need more restriction
August 21, 2025 at 2:12 PM
We need more restriction
My arms are part sun. That is happy.
August 18, 2025 at 11:15 AM
My arms are part sun. That is happy.
There it is, in a certain sense, where it was, bleeding through.
August 18, 2025 at 9:00 AM
There it is, in a certain sense, where it was, bleeding through.
Constellating shallow breath; dizzy like the rock underfoot; tasting the motion indifferent; losing sight
August 12, 2025 at 3:14 AM
Constellating shallow breath; dizzy like the rock underfoot; tasting the motion indifferent; losing sight
There's too much robot slop. I don't want your oil. Stop spilling it everywhere.
August 2, 2025 at 12:03 AM
There's too much robot slop. I don't want your oil. Stop spilling it everywhere.
Miserably hot every day.
July 29, 2025 at 4:36 PM
Miserably hot every day.
Need the rushing world. Spin-turned-stable, stationary through a million miles, uneasy omens like a comet climbing down - burst in flames - queasy, sick grass clings to weary ground / a great stone convulsion.
July 25, 2025 at 11:08 PM
Need the rushing world. Spin-turned-stable, stationary through a million miles, uneasy omens like a comet climbing down - burst in flames - queasy, sick grass clings to weary ground / a great stone convulsion.