cosmic.messenger .•˚
@cosmic-messenger.bsky.social
in a Universe of ALL things,
I am stardust once stuffed in a dot .•˚
and so are you .•˚
I am stardust once stuffed in a dot .•˚
and so are you .•˚
despite and
because of
ALL T H A T
of which I a m . • °
I am here
here am I
typing a few
words into the eth e r . • ° * ' ~ `
because of
ALL T H A T
of which I a m . • °
I am here
here am I
typing a few
words into the eth e r . • ° * ' ~ `
February 7, 2025 at 9:01 PM
despite and
because of
ALL T H A T
of which I a m . • °
I am here
here am I
typing a few
words into the eth e r . • ° * ' ~ `
because of
ALL T H A T
of which I a m . • °
I am here
here am I
typing a few
words into the eth e r . • ° * ' ~ `
the Universe
weeps f o r u s . • ° . • ° . • °
weeps f o r u s . • ° . • ° . • °
February 7, 2025 at 8:58 PM
the Universe
weeps f o r u s . • ° . • ° . • °
weeps f o r u s . • ° . • ° . • °
redirecting pain,
in malice, or
in weakness,
harms inevitably . • °
striking
A L L
except
M E
then
karma
pulls back
its great bow.
consumed by
consumption,
plagued by
our oppressors,
we're tormented,
trapped in this
impossible
game . • °
in malice, or
in weakness,
harms inevitably . • °
striking
A L L
except
M E
then
karma
pulls back
its great bow.
consumed by
consumption,
plagued by
our oppressors,
we're tormented,
trapped in this
impossible
game . • °
February 7, 2025 at 8:58 PM
redirecting pain,
in malice, or
in weakness,
harms inevitably . • °
striking
A L L
except
M E
then
karma
pulls back
its great bow.
consumed by
consumption,
plagued by
our oppressors,
we're tormented,
trapped in this
impossible
game . • °
in malice, or
in weakness,
harms inevitably . • °
striking
A L L
except
M E
then
karma
pulls back
its great bow.
consumed by
consumption,
plagued by
our oppressors,
we're tormented,
trapped in this
impossible
game . • °
governed by the
Laws of Thermodynamics,
pain isn't created
nor destroyed.
it zaps You on its
way to the ground; or
You zap others through
incosmic redirection . • °
a bump on the toe—
YOWW W W !
a wack in the jaw—
F*•×^+°` Y O U ! • °
Laws of Thermodynamics,
pain isn't created
nor destroyed.
it zaps You on its
way to the ground; or
You zap others through
incosmic redirection . • °
a bump on the toe—
YOWW W W !
a wack in the jaw—
F*•×^+°` Y O U ! • °
February 7, 2025 at 8:58 PM
governed by the
Laws of Thermodynamics,
pain isn't created
nor destroyed.
it zaps You on its
way to the ground; or
You zap others through
incosmic redirection . • °
a bump on the toe—
YOWW W W !
a wack in the jaw—
F*•×^+°` Y O U ! • °
Laws of Thermodynamics,
pain isn't created
nor destroyed.
it zaps You on its
way to the ground; or
You zap others through
incosmic redirection . • °
a bump on the toe—
YOWW W W !
a wack in the jaw—
F*•×^+°` Y O U ! • °
unless You're a billionaire
(in which case—kick rocks),
Your body's industrially
farmed for labor-power . • °
the other option's
dea t h . • °
avoiding harm is to be
beaten, unhoused,
jailed, raped, chewed,
pink-slipped, and spat out to rot . • °
(in which case—kick rocks),
Your body's industrially
farmed for labor-power . • °
the other option's
dea t h . • °
avoiding harm is to be
beaten, unhoused,
jailed, raped, chewed,
pink-slipped, and spat out to rot . • °
February 7, 2025 at 8:58 PM
unless You're a billionaire
(in which case—kick rocks),
Your body's industrially
farmed for labor-power . • °
the other option's
dea t h . • °
avoiding harm is to be
beaten, unhoused,
jailed, raped, chewed,
pink-slipped, and spat out to rot . • °
(in which case—kick rocks),
Your body's industrially
farmed for labor-power . • °
the other option's
dea t h . • °
avoiding harm is to be
beaten, unhoused,
jailed, raped, chewed,
pink-slipped, and spat out to rot . • °
he beats up his wife
for a misunderstanding.
she beats up her child
for crocodile tears . • °
You go into debt
for breaking Your leg.
they go into handcuffs
for sleeping outside . • °
our oppressors
incosmically threaten
You. follow the rules—
produce and consume . • °
for a misunderstanding.
she beats up her child
for crocodile tears . • °
You go into debt
for breaking Your leg.
they go into handcuffs
for sleeping outside . • °
our oppressors
incosmically threaten
You. follow the rules—
produce and consume . • °
February 7, 2025 at 8:58 PM
he beats up his wife
for a misunderstanding.
she beats up her child
for crocodile tears . • °
You go into debt
for breaking Your leg.
they go into handcuffs
for sleeping outside . • °
our oppressors
incosmically threaten
You. follow the rules—
produce and consume . • °
for a misunderstanding.
she beats up her child
for crocodile tears . • °
You go into debt
for breaking Your leg.
they go into handcuffs
for sleeping outside . • °
our oppressors
incosmically threaten
You. follow the rules—
produce and consume . • °
you are running
out of planet
to devour—still
you keep drilling . • °
you are running
out of excuses
to spew—still
you look to Mars . • °
out of planet
to devour—still
you keep drilling . • °
you are running
out of excuses
to spew—still
you look to Mars . • °
February 6, 2025 at 6:38 PM
you are running
out of planet
to devour—still
you keep drilling . • °
you are running
out of excuses
to spew—still
you look to Mars . • °
out of planet
to devour—still
you keep drilling . • °
you are running
out of excuses
to spew—still
you look to Mars . • °
you are running
out of planet
to devour—still
you keep drilling . • °
you are running
out of excuses
to spew—still
you look to Mars . • °
out of planet
to devour—still
you keep drilling . • °
you are running
out of excuses
to spew—still
you look to Mars . • °
February 6, 2025 at 6:38 PM
you are running
out of planet
to devour—still
you keep drilling . • °
you are running
out of excuses
to spew—still
you look to Mars . • °
out of planet
to devour—still
you keep drilling . • °
you are running
out of excuses
to spew—still
you look to Mars . • °
you are running
out of planet
to devour—still
you keep drilling . • °
you are running
out of excuses
to spew—still
you look to Mars . • °
out of planet
to devour—still
you keep drilling . • °
you are running
out of excuses
to spew—still
you look to Mars . • °
February 6, 2025 at 6:38 PM
you are running
out of planet
to devour—still
you keep drilling . • °
you are running
out of excuses
to spew—still
you look to Mars . • °
out of planet
to devour—still
you keep drilling . • °
you are running
out of excuses
to spew—still
you look to Mars . • °
you are running
out of planet
to devour—still
you keep drilling . • °
you are running
out of excuses
to spew—still
you look to Mars . • °
out of planet
to devour—still
you keep drilling . • °
you are running
out of excuses
to spew—still
you look to Mars . • °
February 6, 2025 at 6:38 PM
you are running
out of planet
to devour—still
you keep drilling . • °
you are running
out of excuses
to spew—still
you look to Mars . • °
out of planet
to devour—still
you keep drilling . • °
you are running
out of excuses
to spew—still
you look to Mars . • °
the Universe weeps for its ancient blue marble on fire . • °
February 6, 2025 at 6:37 PM
the Universe weeps for its ancient blue marble on fire . • °
the Universe weeps for its ancient blue marble on fire . • °
February 6, 2025 at 6:37 PM
the Universe weeps for its ancient blue marble on fire . • °
the Universe
weeps for
Its ancient blue
marble on fire . • °
weeps for
Its ancient blue
marble on fire . • °
February 6, 2025 at 6:36 PM
the Universe
weeps for
Its ancient blue
marble on fire . • °
weeps for
Its ancient blue
marble on fire . • °
you spit in the
face of Everything
and demand to
see its manager.
may your
10,000 corpses
rot here beyond
the Great End.
the Universe
weeps for
Its precious
little ones . • °
face of Everything
and demand to
see its manager.
may your
10,000 corpses
rot here beyond
the Great End.
the Universe
weeps for
Its precious
little ones . • °
February 5, 2025 at 2:41 AM
you spit in the
face of Everything
and demand to
see its manager.
may your
10,000 corpses
rot here beyond
the Great End.
the Universe
weeps for
Its precious
little ones . • °
face of Everything
and demand to
see its manager.
may your
10,000 corpses
rot here beyond
the Great End.
the Universe
weeps for
Its precious
little ones . • °
born of the Milky Way,
far from black holes,
four billion years of
Earth being here .•°
and you're killing
brown children in cag e s ! • °
wringing your
pincers when the
shooter is
Black.
digging your
claws-in when the
migrants seek
water.
far from black holes,
four billion years of
Earth being here .•°
and you're killing
brown children in cag e s ! • °
wringing your
pincers when the
shooter is
Black.
digging your
claws-in when the
migrants seek
water.
February 5, 2025 at 2:41 AM
born of the Milky Way,
far from black holes,
four billion years of
Earth being here .•°
and you're killing
brown children in cag e s ! • °
wringing your
pincers when the
shooter is
Black.
digging your
claws-in when the
migrants seek
water.
far from black holes,
four billion years of
Earth being here .•°
and you're killing
brown children in cag e s ! • °
wringing your
pincers when the
shooter is
Black.
digging your
claws-in when the
migrants seek
water.
you, who box-in
biodiversity
reject 10,000
generations.
you, who spew
this putrid slime,
scream to the Void
for ancient Mercy.
curls, melanin, slang,
genes, ancestors, recipes—
embodiments of cosmic fractals,
incubated in Life's vibranc i e s .•°`~^*'
biodiversity
reject 10,000
generations.
you, who spew
this putrid slime,
scream to the Void
for ancient Mercy.
curls, melanin, slang,
genes, ancestors, recipes—
embodiments of cosmic fractals,
incubated in Life's vibranc i e s .•°`~^*'
February 5, 2025 at 2:41 AM
you, who box-in
biodiversity
reject 10,000
generations.
you, who spew
this putrid slime,
scream to the Void
for ancient Mercy.
curls, melanin, slang,
genes, ancestors, recipes—
embodiments of cosmic fractals,
incubated in Life's vibranc i e s .•°`~^*'
biodiversity
reject 10,000
generations.
you, who spew
this putrid slime,
scream to the Void
for ancient Mercy.
curls, melanin, slang,
genes, ancestors, recipes—
embodiments of cosmic fractals,
incubated in Life's vibranc i e s .•°`~^*'
the Universe
weeps for
these impossible
circumstances . • °
_______________
* until the Cosmic
Revolution beg i n s . • ° *'~`^
weeps for
these impossible
circumstances . • °
_______________
* until the Cosmic
Revolution beg i n s . • ° *'~`^
February 3, 2025 at 11:58 PM
the Universe
weeps for
these impossible
circumstances . • °
_______________
* until the Cosmic
Revolution beg i n s . • ° *'~`^
weeps for
these impossible
circumstances . • °
_______________
* until the Cosmic
Revolution beg i n s . • ° *'~`^
unless You're a billionaire (pthu-)
Your body's industrially
farmed for labor-power.
the other option's death . • °
streetlights come from taxes.
community comes from sweat.
work Your ridiculous wage.
pay* Your ridiculous rent.
sell Your time,
not Your soul.
don't be consumed
by the beast.
Your body's industrially
farmed for labor-power.
the other option's death . • °
streetlights come from taxes.
community comes from sweat.
work Your ridiculous wage.
pay* Your ridiculous rent.
sell Your time,
not Your soul.
don't be consumed
by the beast.
February 3, 2025 at 11:58 PM
unless You're a billionaire (pthu-)
Your body's industrially
farmed for labor-power.
the other option's death . • °
streetlights come from taxes.
community comes from sweat.
work Your ridiculous wage.
pay* Your ridiculous rent.
sell Your time,
not Your soul.
don't be consumed
by the beast.
Your body's industrially
farmed for labor-power.
the other option's death . • °
streetlights come from taxes.
community comes from sweat.
work Your ridiculous wage.
pay* Your ridiculous rent.
sell Your time,
not Your soul.
don't be consumed
by the beast.
losers weep, then inherit—
nothing. scraps
chucked to a
barrel of crabs . • °
not name, not brain,
not home, not school,
not parent, not body,
not zipcode—
Nobody c h o s e
to be Here . • °
nothing. scraps
chucked to a
barrel of crabs . • °
not name, not brain,
not home, not school,
not parent, not body,
not zipcode—
Nobody c h o s e
to be Here . • °
February 3, 2025 at 11:58 PM
losers weep, then inherit—
nothing. scraps
chucked to a
barrel of crabs . • °
not name, not brain,
not home, not school,
not parent, not body,
not zipcode—
Nobody c h o s e
to be Here . • °
nothing. scraps
chucked to a
barrel of crabs . • °
not name, not brain,
not home, not school,
not parent, not body,
not zipcode—
Nobody c h o s e
to be Here . • °
not she, not he,
not they, nor me—
their words,
not Our s . • ° * ' ~`
the Universe
weeps for
this insidious
propaganda . • °
not they, nor me—
their words,
not Our s . • ° * ' ~`
the Universe
weeps for
this insidious
propaganda . • °
February 3, 2025 at 3:37 AM
not she, not he,
not they, nor me—
their words,
not Our s . • ° * ' ~`
the Universe
weeps for
this insidious
propaganda . • °
not they, nor me—
their words,
not Our s . • ° * ' ~`
the Universe
weeps for
this insidious
propaganda . • °