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image of a field with a bunch of alligator gars sticking up like plants in the field. field of gars. garfield
November 15, 2025 at 4:32 PM
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no evidence provided but this attributes it to avery everhart
November 13, 2025 at 5:52 PM
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imagine if, after all this time with the best domain handle on bsky, wovenland 2 was actually my favorite album
wovenland two cover art. various blurry shades of green with hints of blue and pink. hard to describe tbh
November 13, 2025 at 5:19 PM
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cannot believe they literally named a bird "transmasc dom who hasn't had top surgery"
tufted tit-tyrant on a branch. little black and white ball of fury, this boy. cute tuft on his head and he's puffy and scraggly
November 13, 2025 at 4:55 PM
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when "snow is white" is true iff snow is white
the bat with the enormous penis. it sports a shit-eating grin appropriately describable as "tarskian"
November 13, 2025 at 1:56 AM
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when "snow is white" is true iff snow is white
alfred tarski's head and shoulders. he sports a grin that can be reasonably described as "shit-eating"
November 12, 2025 at 4:27 PM
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who called it a scarecrow cuddle puddle and not a stramenopile
diversity of stramenopile organisms
November 12, 2025 at 3:58 AM
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good posting day it seems
all images in this post are replies to my posts this morning this one reads "you're vile for this one lmao" reply 1: "u okay?" reply 2: "this is beautiful. i've been staring at it for six hours now" (the post had been up a half hour at time of reply) four tomato emoji rose, you're killing it today
November 11, 2025 at 7:07 PM
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in the northern deep is a fish; its name is roe...
November 11, 2025 at 6:00 PM
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my greatest philosophical insight is that spinoza is good because he has tboy swag. happy bisexual autumn
baruch spinoza with a fucky little mustache and off the fuckin' charts tboy swag
November 10, 2025 at 1:08 AM
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November 9, 2025 at 6:18 PM
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lizards these days... they've all got blue tongues and pronouns
blue tongue skink on grass
November 9, 2025 at 5:49 PM
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shot my wife!
photo of my wife's beautiful legs, the right one bearing a brown spot bandage (curad brand if u care) where i shot her
November 9, 2025 at 5:11 PM
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also,, lol
November 8, 2025 at 10:54 PM
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maybe helpful bisexual autumn explainer
screenshot of above post with markings showing where bisexual autumn begins (at the end of june) and ends (never)
November 5, 2025 at 3:25 PM
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off the dome, this comes closest
November 4, 2025 at 5:50 PM
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:^
November 4, 2025 at 5:04 AM
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Yan Hui said: Hui has progressed. Zhongni said: What do you mean? –Hui has forgotten humaneness and propriety. –Could be, but not yet. Another day, returning to see him, He said: Hui has progressed. –What do you mean? –Hui has forgotten rites and music. –Could be, but not yet. Another day, returning to see him, He said: Hui has progressed. –What do you mean? –Hui sat and forgot. Zhongni, jolted, said: What do you mean, « sat and forgot »? Yan Hui said: Dropping limb and frame, Ousting acuity and clarity, Cleaving form and leaving knowing, Joining in the great passage— That’s what I mean by « sat and forgot ». Zhongni said: Joining in without fondness, Changing without constancy— You have realized its excellence! Qiu would like to follow behind you!
November 3, 2025 at 9:27 PM
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possibly of interest to some of yinz
THE TORSO PASSAGES 18 Most beautiful! the red-flowering eucalyptus, the madrone, the yew Is he ... So thou wouldst smile, and take me in thine arms The sight of London to my exiled eyes Is as Elysium to a new-come soul If he be Truth I would dwell in the illusion of him lis hands unlocking from chambers of my male body such an idea in man's image rising tides that sweep me towards him ... homosexual? and at the treasure of his mouth pour forth my soul his soul commingling I thought a Being more than vast, His body leading into Paradise, his eyes quickening a fire in me, a trembling hieroglyph: At the root of the neck the clavicle, for the neck is the stem of the great artery upward into his head that is beautiful At the rise of the pectoral muscles the nipples, for the breasts are like sleeping fountains of feeling in man, waiting above the beat of his heart, shielding the rise and fall of his breath, to be awakend At the axis of his mid hriff the navel, for in the pit of his stomach the chord from which first he was fed has its temple At the root of the groin the pubic hair, for the torso is the stem in which the man flowers forth and leads to the stamen of flesh in which his seed rises a wave of need and desire over taking me cried out my name (This was long ago. It was another life) and said, What do you want of me? I do not know, I said. I have fallen in love. He has brought me into heights and depths my heart would fear without him. His look pierces my side • fire eyes • I have been waiting for you, he said: I know what you desire you do not yet know but through me And I am with you everywhere. In your falling I have fallen from a high place. I have raised myself from darkness in your rising wherever you are my hand in your hand seeking the locks, the keys I am there. Gathering me, you gather your Self For my Other is not a woman but a man the King upon whose bosom let me lie. cover art of bending the bow showing robert duncan being a very beautiful man
November 2, 2025 at 7:41 PM
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there's a zhuang for that
Using a finger to show a finger’s not a finger does not compare to using a not-finger to show a finger’s not a finger; Using a horse to show a horse’s not a horse does not compare to using a not-horse to show a horse’s not a horse. Heaven and earth— one finger; The ten thousand things— one horse.
October 31, 2025 at 4:16 AM
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she is in my signal contacts as "alexis gothgf"
October 30, 2025 at 5:04 PM
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you are bred
sticker with a cute drawing of a creature with the text "♥ you are loved" written under it. however, the penmanship is such that the first two letters kinda look like a b, while the v looks like an r. you are bred
October 29, 2025 at 9:09 PM
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🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️ 道通為一
Thus, what contriving is holds up as stem or pillar, as leper or Westward, as vast, as beguiling, as wily, as freak, Dao opens, makes one. Their division is formation, their formation, collapse. Things not formed and not collapsed return to openness, are made one.
October 29, 2025 at 3:45 AM
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most zhuangist guinness world record
Man trying to break world record paddles pumpkin 38 miles down Missouri River
October 23, 2025 at 11:38 PM
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Huizi spoke to Zhuangzi, saying: The King of Wei gave me the seeds of a large gourd. I planted them, and the mature fruit held five piculs. Filled with water or broth, it was not firm enough to lift. Splitting it to make a ladle, it was unwieldy, fitting nowhere. Not that it wasn’t hugely big, but I, having no use for it, destroyed it. Zhuangzi said: You, Master, are certainly clumsy at using the big! Among the people of Song were some skilled At making a lotion to prevent chapped hands, For generations in the silk-bleaching business. A traveler heard of it and asked to buy the formula For one hundred gold coins. The clan gathered And schemed, saying, « We have for generations Bleached silk, never exceeding a few gold coins. Now, in one morning, we can sell the technique For one hundred gold coins—let’s give it to him. » The traveler got it, and with it lobbied the King of Wu. There was trouble in Yue, and the King of Wu Appointed him general. In winter, he fought A naval battle against Yue, utterly defeating them. Splitting the land, the King enfeoffed him. The power To prevent chapped hands was one: the one Was thereby enfeoffed, the others could not avoid Bleaching silk—the use of it differed. Now you Have a five-picul gourd. Why didn’t you think To make a big vessel and float in the rivers and lakes? Instead, you’re anxious that it’s unwieldy, fitting nowhere. It seems you, Master, still have a fleabane heart, no?
October 23, 2025 at 11:38 PM