Cody Taylor
@cody314.bsky.social
Writer & weirdo creator of strange scribbles and doodles. Bladder Exstrophy disabled dude who wants to rage against the machine and kick against the pricks.
And Glory Be— I swear, I will not go gently into that good night. 🐼
And Glory Be— I swear, I will not go gently into that good night. 🐼
Another fantastically fabulous fall read—>
And one hell of a song. 🌂
And one hell of a song. 🌂
October 22, 2025 at 5:42 PM
Another fantastically fabulous fall read—>
And one hell of a song. 🌂
And one hell of a song. 🌂
And like, the next day I got popped and went to jail…spent most of September in the Laclede County Lockdown, laying on a concrete slab in the fetal position.
Got out last Wednesday…OR’d and let go, the first tunes I listened to on my way home were the same as the day I was arrested.
Got out last Wednesday…OR’d and let go, the first tunes I listened to on my way home were the same as the day I was arrested.
October 1, 2025 at 1:55 AM
And like, the next day I got popped and went to jail…spent most of September in the Laclede County Lockdown, laying on a concrete slab in the fetal position.
Got out last Wednesday…OR’d and let go, the first tunes I listened to on my way home were the same as the day I was arrested.
Got out last Wednesday…OR’d and let go, the first tunes I listened to on my way home were the same as the day I was arrested.
And today I ripped this off the wall of my messy backroom. Still trying to make sense of the scratches and scribbles on the backside of this old Titus Andronicus poster.
October 1, 2025 at 1:37 AM
And today I ripped this off the wall of my messy backroom. Still trying to make sense of the scratches and scribbles on the backside of this old Titus Andronicus poster.
A song and an update on a doodle done on a nice day
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October 1, 2025 at 1:25 AM
A song and an update on a doodle done on a nice day
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And on Sunday—>
I did battle with this shit from atop my front porch while Lainey Wilson played for n the radio.
I did battle with this shit from atop my front porch while Lainey Wilson played for n the radio.
October 1, 2025 at 1:20 AM
And on Sunday—>
I did battle with this shit from atop my front porch while Lainey Wilson played for n the radio.
I did battle with this shit from atop my front porch while Lainey Wilson played for n the radio.
“Starry and Smokey Nights.” —set to one hell of a hip-hop track.
October 1, 2025 at 1:17 AM
“Starry and Smokey Nights.” —set to one hell of a hip-hop track.
Meet Ms. Maggie D. Darling Cassady, in bed grooving to RTJ IV.
August 22, 2025 at 3:14 PM
Meet Ms. Maggie D. Darling Cassady, in bed grooving to RTJ IV.
And this is my defect, my disability and superpower, a quick synopsis of sorts…sorry for any grossness **
📻 & the tune.
📻 & the tune.
August 10, 2025 at 10:23 PM
And this is my defect, my disability and superpower, a quick synopsis of sorts…sorry for any grossness **
📻 & the tune.
📻 & the tune.
Even more desk stuff, the ever shifting pile.
📻 tune & another one of my dumb-dumb doodles, could be a sort of self-portrait.
📻 tune & another one of my dumb-dumb doodles, could be a sort of self-portrait.
August 10, 2025 at 10:16 PM
Even more desk stuff, the ever shifting pile.
📻 tune & another one of my dumb-dumb doodles, could be a sort of self-portrait.
📻 tune & another one of my dumb-dumb doodles, could be a sort of self-portrait.
Radio tune at the moment, a really great one. 📻
And a stack of stuff on my desk.
And a stack of stuff on my desk.
August 10, 2025 at 10:10 PM
Radio tune at the moment, a really great one. 📻
And a stack of stuff on my desk.
And a stack of stuff on my desk.
My briefcase, which was once carried by my grandpa, has been through the pits of hell & back, and has seen better days. It went through the European war front, & my own personal war with health, surgery and bad days as a 20th/21st century disabled man. Its score should be this song, a killer track.
August 10, 2025 at 9:23 PM
My briefcase, which was once carried by my grandpa, has been through the pits of hell & back, and has seen better days. It went through the European war front, & my own personal war with health, surgery and bad days as a 20th/21st century disabled man. Its score should be this song, a killer track.
My granddad, Robert Henry Taylor, on graduation day, before heading to war to gun down fascists with light bombs and machine gun fire. If I could set this picture to music, it would be set to this song by Ms. Lana Del Rey.
The below photo is from Dr. Bob & Sara Taylor’s 50th wedding anniversary
The below photo is from Dr. Bob & Sara Taylor’s 50th wedding anniversary
August 10, 2025 at 9:04 PM
My granddad, Robert Henry Taylor, on graduation day, before heading to war to gun down fascists with light bombs and machine gun fire. If I could set this picture to music, it would be set to this song by Ms. Lana Del Rey.
The below photo is from Dr. Bob & Sara Taylor’s 50th wedding anniversary
The below photo is from Dr. Bob & Sara Taylor’s 50th wedding anniversary
A little context about my grandparents and their love letters…my grandpa was a Southern Baptist pastor and my grandma was a one school room teacher who lost both parents early in life, she was also a mother, a Sunday school teacher, a preacher’s wife, & a heroic grandma who suffered traumatic loss.
August 10, 2025 at 8:45 PM
A little context about my grandparents and their love letters…my grandpa was a Southern Baptist pastor and my grandma was a one school room teacher who lost both parents early in life, she was also a mother, a Sunday school teacher, a preacher’s wife, & a heroic grandma who suffered traumatic loss.
My grandma, Sara Elizabeth Norris-Taylor, and I way back in 1982…and a letter my grandpa, Dr. Robert Henry Taylor, wrote to her while in college, shortly before he was shipped off to fight and kill Nazis in World War II.
They were, and always be, heroes to me, forever and always.
They were, and always be, heroes to me, forever and always.
August 10, 2025 at 8:03 PM
My grandma, Sara Elizabeth Norris-Taylor, and I way back in 1982…and a letter my grandpa, Dr. Robert Henry Taylor, wrote to her while in college, shortly before he was shipped off to fight and kill Nazis in World War II.
They were, and always be, heroes to me, forever and always.
They were, and always be, heroes to me, forever and always.
A quick scribbled down note…
June 29, 2025 at 1:38 AM
A quick scribbled down note…
Anyone in Missouri want to call this guy up and help me tell him how much he sucks ass? Because I fucking hate this guy. And btw—I once heard from an old college acquaintance of his that he loved to snort white powder piles back in his school days.
June 29, 2025 at 12:05 AM
Anyone in Missouri want to call this guy up and help me tell him how much he sucks ass? Because I fucking hate this guy. And btw—I once heard from an old college acquaintance of his that he loved to snort white powder piles back in his school days.
How I feel right now as a recovered Southern Baptist who never liked Southern Baptists to begin with.
I was once one of those kids who had parents who forced him to listen to Baptist preachers rerun their sermons, a kid who often cussed the preacher silently by doodling on the churches evangel.
I was once one of those kids who had parents who forced him to listen to Baptist preachers rerun their sermons, a kid who often cussed the preacher silently by doodling on the churches evangel.
June 21, 2025 at 3:25 AM
How I feel right now as a recovered Southern Baptist who never liked Southern Baptists to begin with.
I was once one of those kids who had parents who forced him to listen to Baptist preachers rerun their sermons, a kid who often cussed the preacher silently by doodling on the churches evangel.
I was once one of those kids who had parents who forced him to listen to Baptist preachers rerun their sermons, a kid who often cussed the preacher silently by doodling on the churches evangel.
@chaniapp love this app and being able to use my horoscope in creative and inspiring ways!
June 21, 2025 at 3:02 AM
@chaniapp love this app and being able to use my horoscope in creative and inspiring ways!
A little doodle done on the back of an old desk that once belonged to a man named Oris.
June 21, 2025 at 2:42 AM
A little doodle done on the back of an old desk that once belonged to a man named Oris.
Hmmm…something like this, John 1:1-11.*
June 21, 2025 at 2:33 AM
Hmmm…something like this, John 1:1-11.*
*signed, Mister R. Stoma Side.
June 20, 2025 at 11:38 PM
*signed, Mister R. Stoma Side.
A work in progress, or—making art out of a dirty bathroom door.
June 20, 2025 at 10:50 PM
A work in progress, or—making art out of a dirty bathroom door.