CC Crasher
@cccrasher.bsky.social
God is not nature itself, but the system through which all natural things operate in conjunction to sustain life.
July 10, 2025 at 11:28 PM
God is not nature itself, but the system through which all natural things operate in conjunction to sustain life.
we are baby birds
and mama birds
vomiting back and forth
forever
and mama birds
vomiting back and forth
forever
July 10, 2025 at 1:34 AM
we are baby birds
and mama birds
vomiting back and forth
forever
and mama birds
vomiting back and forth
forever
That spittle bitch. 😖🤢
March 5, 2025 at 2:53 AM
That spittle bitch. 😖🤢
tall, cylindrical silos
jut from the ground
like erect penises
standing firm from the pubis
most structures appear phallic
a few receptacles seem yonic
and most machinery operates
on the very sexual plugging in
of more phalluses
into more yonis
who built this world:
dudes 😂
jut from the ground
like erect penises
standing firm from the pubis
most structures appear phallic
a few receptacles seem yonic
and most machinery operates
on the very sexual plugging in
of more phalluses
into more yonis
who built this world:
dudes 😂
February 26, 2025 at 4:16 PM
tall, cylindrical silos
jut from the ground
like erect penises
standing firm from the pubis
most structures appear phallic
a few receptacles seem yonic
and most machinery operates
on the very sexual plugging in
of more phalluses
into more yonis
who built this world:
dudes 😂
jut from the ground
like erect penises
standing firm from the pubis
most structures appear phallic
a few receptacles seem yonic
and most machinery operates
on the very sexual plugging in
of more phalluses
into more yonis
who built this world:
dudes 😂
I stopped doing,
my passion for doing
a stone let down,
so my feet’d work
and heart would keep.
my passion for doing
a stone let down,
so my feet’d work
and heart would keep.
February 19, 2025 at 9:34 PM
I stopped doing,
my passion for doing
a stone let down,
so my feet’d work
and heart would keep.
my passion for doing
a stone let down,
so my feet’d work
and heart would keep.
I hope to not return to zuckerberger’s tiktok.
January 19, 2025 at 6:59 PM
I hope to not return to zuckerberger’s tiktok.
so should i just talk about my boobs or my hate for elon so i can exist in your world, or . . .
money? sex? drugs? meat?
politics? books? men? feet?
tell me how to become alive.
i want to be real. i want to exist.
money? sex? drugs? meat?
politics? books? men? feet?
tell me how to become alive.
i want to be real. i want to exist.
December 27, 2024 at 11:39 PM
so should i just talk about my boobs or my hate for elon so i can exist in your world, or . . .
money? sex? drugs? meat?
politics? books? men? feet?
tell me how to become alive.
i want to be real. i want to exist.
money? sex? drugs? meat?
politics? books? men? feet?
tell me how to become alive.
i want to be real. i want to exist.
I Am: Tired
tired of being a punching bag
tired of being a dumping ground
of being a sponge
while invisible
but always observed
directed, never asked
to be
used to nothing
tired of being a punching bag
tired of being a dumping ground
of being a sponge
while invisible
but always observed
directed, never asked
to be
used to nothing
December 27, 2024 at 6:10 PM
I Am: Tired
tired of being a punching bag
tired of being a dumping ground
of being a sponge
while invisible
but always observed
directed, never asked
to be
used to nothing
tired of being a punching bag
tired of being a dumping ground
of being a sponge
while invisible
but always observed
directed, never asked
to be
used to nothing
i owe my life to you
but you don’t want it
but you don’t want it
December 25, 2024 at 5:10 PM
i owe my life to you
but you don’t want it
but you don’t want it
They’re ancient, magnolia trees. See their primitive seed pods, thick stems, waxy leaves, the rust-colored undersides of its leaves, the large vein running dark and shiny through their centers, how one side of the leaves are green and slick, the other dull and fuzzy.
December 22, 2024 at 1:07 AM
They’re ancient, magnolia trees. See their primitive seed pods, thick stems, waxy leaves, the rust-colored undersides of its leaves, the large vein running dark and shiny through their centers, how one side of the leaves are green and slick, the other dull and fuzzy.
Sometimes, things are too green. Sometimes green will catch me, stick me, make me dizzy, steal my air.
If I look at it too much it feels like panic.
If I look at it too much it feels like panic.
December 18, 2024 at 3:45 PM
Sometimes, things are too green. Sometimes green will catch me, stick me, make me dizzy, steal my air.
If I look at it too much it feels like panic.
If I look at it too much it feels like panic.
black sweatshirt
the same one yesterday
and the day before.
hair in a puff
glasses oily
speckled with old tears
the same one yesterday
and the day before.
hair in a puff
glasses oily
speckled with old tears
December 17, 2024 at 2:05 PM
black sweatshirt
the same one yesterday
and the day before.
hair in a puff
glasses oily
speckled with old tears
the same one yesterday
and the day before.
hair in a puff
glasses oily
speckled with old tears
I wear a black sweatshirt, the same one I wore yesterday and the day before.
I have taken the slacks and blouses and cardigans and booties to the thrift store.
I wrangle my hair into a puff. My glasses are oily and speckled with dry tears.
They whisper, “Something’s wrong with her.”
I have taken the slacks and blouses and cardigans and booties to the thrift store.
I wrangle my hair into a puff. My glasses are oily and speckled with dry tears.
They whisper, “Something’s wrong with her.”
December 14, 2024 at 11:49 PM
I wear a black sweatshirt, the same one I wore yesterday and the day before.
I have taken the slacks and blouses and cardigans and booties to the thrift store.
I wrangle my hair into a puff. My glasses are oily and speckled with dry tears.
They whisper, “Something’s wrong with her.”
I have taken the slacks and blouses and cardigans and booties to the thrift store.
I wrangle my hair into a puff. My glasses are oily and speckled with dry tears.
They whisper, “Something’s wrong with her.”
I need to stick to writing? I should be quiet and write.
December 14, 2024 at 4:15 AM
I need to stick to writing? I should be quiet and write.
apparently i have a degradation kink
apparently
apparently
December 13, 2024 at 11:44 PM
apparently i have a degradation kink
apparently
apparently
Reposted by CC Crasher
THIS is Our INSTRUCTION
December 12, 2024 at 10:16 PM
THIS is Our INSTRUCTION
i was inspired, galvanized when we met:
small, smooth all over, excited, passion for your area of expertise woke you
i’ll never understand how you knew i’d let you tie me up
and for years we hurt each other
small, smooth all over, excited, passion for your area of expertise woke you
i’ll never understand how you knew i’d let you tie me up
and for years we hurt each other
December 12, 2024 at 11:42 PM
i was inspired, galvanized when we met:
small, smooth all over, excited, passion for your area of expertise woke you
i’ll never understand how you knew i’d let you tie me up
and for years we hurt each other
small, smooth all over, excited, passion for your area of expertise woke you
i’ll never understand how you knew i’d let you tie me up
and for years we hurt each other
i am liminal, amorphous, the rugs, the smooth surfaces, background objects, and empty glasses air drying on the dish rack
December 11, 2024 at 6:40 PM
i am liminal, amorphous, the rugs, the smooth surfaces, background objects, and empty glasses air drying on the dish rack
Books on floors, table tops, tucked between cushions, opened to particular pages for reference, under chairs, in all manner of condition, and the usual suspects: classics, commentaries, anthologies, biographies, chapbooks, compilations, volumes, collections.
December 11, 2024 at 5:36 PM
Books on floors, table tops, tucked between cushions, opened to particular pages for reference, under chairs, in all manner of condition, and the usual suspects: classics, commentaries, anthologies, biographies, chapbooks, compilations, volumes, collections.
i also can lie in ice cold sheets and stare at drapes or a baseboard or the side of my nose for hours until my eyelids slip closed and I go stiff
December 11, 2024 at 3:50 AM
i also can lie in ice cold sheets and stare at drapes or a baseboard or the side of my nose for hours until my eyelids slip closed and I go stiff
i remember hours spent in a tire swing tied on the magnolia in my backyard: the scratches and rustling leaves, the creaking rope- the smell of petroleum, rubber, and bloody noses that lasted a long time
December 10, 2024 at 9:38 PM
i remember hours spent in a tire swing tied on the magnolia in my backyard: the scratches and rustling leaves, the creaking rope- the smell of petroleum, rubber, and bloody noses that lasted a long time
😭😭😭😭
December 10, 2024 at 9:09 PM
😭😭😭😭
I don’t have a vagina, but a pussy. Ask anyone. It’s been discussed so much, even if I’d wanted to discuss my pussy with the world, no one would listen.
And at this moment I seem different, don’t I.
And at this moment I seem different, don’t I.
December 10, 2024 at 2:51 AM
I don’t have a vagina, but a pussy. Ask anyone. It’s been discussed so much, even if I’d wanted to discuss my pussy with the world, no one would listen.
And at this moment I seem different, don’t I.
And at this moment I seem different, don’t I.