Ele Nichols
@elenichols.bsky.social
🚬 conjuring art in liminal spaces between order & chaos. your resident aesthetic terrorist making the establishment uncomfortable. poetry is just arson with prettier words 🔪
“Smoke Signals”
Each day, our devilish rogues step out onto the throbbing streets of Los Angeles, plotting plots and looking for the right kinda trouble to get into. Glorified smoke break? Perhaps. They do like to burn things down. #artofsin #cohorts #bewarethebowler #dimeslives #newart #noai
Each day, our devilish rogues step out onto the throbbing streets of Los Angeles, plotting plots and looking for the right kinda trouble to get into. Glorified smoke break? Perhaps. They do like to burn things down. #artofsin #cohorts #bewarethebowler #dimeslives #newart #noai
October 21, 2025 at 3:34 AM
“Smoke Signals”
Each day, our devilish rogues step out onto the throbbing streets of Los Angeles, plotting plots and looking for the right kinda trouble to get into. Glorified smoke break? Perhaps. They do like to burn things down. #artofsin #cohorts #bewarethebowler #dimeslives #newart #noai
Each day, our devilish rogues step out onto the throbbing streets of Los Angeles, plotting plots and looking for the right kinda trouble to get into. Glorified smoke break? Perhaps. They do like to burn things down. #artofsin #cohorts #bewarethebowler #dimeslives #newart #noai
“It is time for us all to decide who we are.”
— Victor Hugo, Les Misérables
— Victor Hugo, Les Misérables
February 28, 2025 at 7:24 PM
“It is time for us all to decide who we are.”
— Victor Hugo, Les Misérables
— Victor Hugo, Les Misérables
“The duty of youth is to challenge corruption.”
— Kurt Cobain
— Kurt Cobain
February 28, 2025 at 6:43 PM
“The duty of youth is to challenge corruption.”
— Kurt Cobain
— Kurt Cobain
“The tree of liberty must be refreshed from time to time with the blood of patriots and tyrants.”
February 28, 2025 at 6:27 PM
“The tree of liberty must be refreshed from time to time with the blood of patriots and tyrants.”
“When government fears the people, there is liberty. When the people fear the government, there is tyranny.”
February 28, 2025 at 6:26 PM
“When government fears the people, there is liberty. When the people fear the government, there is tyranny.”
I would go ahead with the insurance fraud, your Tesla junker is not safe. I don’t care that you didn’t know, you do now.
February 26, 2025 at 5:59 AM
I would go ahead with the insurance fraud, your Tesla junker is not safe. I don’t care that you didn’t know, you do now.
When do you act?
Not when they torch EPA, cut aid, delete data. Not when your feed scrolls like dystopia.
Now? No. You’ll wait.
Until black vans idle outside. Until your neighbor’s door cracks—splinter, scream, silence. You’ll lie still, praying it’s a dream.
Fascism doesn’t dream. It feeds.
Not when they torch EPA, cut aid, delete data. Not when your feed scrolls like dystopia.
Now? No. You’ll wait.
Until black vans idle outside. Until your neighbor’s door cracks—splinter, scream, silence. You’ll lie still, praying it’s a dream.
Fascism doesn’t dream. It feeds.
February 25, 2025 at 10:50 PM
When do you act?
Not when they torch EPA, cut aid, delete data. Not when your feed scrolls like dystopia.
Now? No. You’ll wait.
Until black vans idle outside. Until your neighbor’s door cracks—splinter, scream, silence. You’ll lie still, praying it’s a dream.
Fascism doesn’t dream. It feeds.
Not when they torch EPA, cut aid, delete data. Not when your feed scrolls like dystopia.
Now? No. You’ll wait.
Until black vans idle outside. Until your neighbor’s door cracks—splinter, scream, silence. You’ll lie still, praying it’s a dream.
Fascism doesn’t dream. It feeds.
I can’t pretend the shadows are all.
I see them shift, bending in the half-light,
and I remember we carry suns inside us, too—
fragile, hopeful things.
We’re never purely one or the other,
never perfect, never wholly damned.
But we stand somewhere between.
I see them shift, bending in the half-light,
and I remember we carry suns inside us, too—
fragile, hopeful things.
We’re never purely one or the other,
never perfect, never wholly damned.
But we stand somewhere between.
February 24, 2025 at 8:03 AM
I can’t pretend the shadows are all.
I see them shift, bending in the half-light,
and I remember we carry suns inside us, too—
fragile, hopeful things.
We’re never purely one or the other,
never perfect, never wholly damned.
But we stand somewhere between.
I see them shift, bending in the half-light,
and I remember we carry suns inside us, too—
fragile, hopeful things.
We’re never purely one or the other,
never perfect, never wholly damned.
But we stand somewhere between.
1/4 You ever wake up feeling like you’re stuck in the world’s filthiest gangbang, except you never agreed to participate? That’s how it is watching these lobotomized pinstriped hyenas plow through our rights every goddamn day.
February 21, 2025 at 9:17 PM
1/4 You ever wake up feeling like you’re stuck in the world’s filthiest gangbang, except you never agreed to participate? That’s how it is watching these lobotomized pinstriped hyenas plow through our rights every goddamn day.
February 18, 2025 at 4:38 AM
Beneath the moon’s watchful gaze,
we cast aside old ways.
In the quiet hum of midnight,
new rituals born—soft and slight.
With whispered chants and tender might,
we craft our souls anew in the night.
we cast aside old ways.
In the quiet hum of midnight,
new rituals born—soft and slight.
With whispered chants and tender might,
we craft our souls anew in the night.
February 7, 2025 at 2:04 PM
Beneath the moon’s watchful gaze,
we cast aside old ways.
In the quiet hum of midnight,
new rituals born—soft and slight.
With whispered chants and tender might,
we craft our souls anew in the night.
we cast aside old ways.
In the quiet hum of midnight,
new rituals born—soft and slight.
With whispered chants and tender might,
we craft our souls anew in the night.
I woke up today, ready for revolution
February 5, 2025 at 6:37 PM
I woke up today, ready for revolution
Whatever outrage you’re posting right now, that’s the point. That’s their point, to keep you here posting, overwhelmed, and ineffective. So stop, join a group, and start planning. We’ve all been having our strings pulled these past couple weeks— years. Time to cut them.
January 29, 2025 at 7:47 PM
Whatever outrage you’re posting right now, that’s the point. That’s their point, to keep you here posting, overwhelmed, and ineffective. So stop, join a group, and start planning. We’ve all been having our strings pulled these past couple weeks— years. Time to cut them.
For someone who doesn't exist, I've never looked hotter. If some fascist wants to step to me, they'll learn that paperwork can't erase these fists. Funny how being legally invisible makes you feel so damn solid.
January 24, 2025 at 7:28 AM
For someone who doesn't exist, I've never looked hotter. If some fascist wants to step to me, they'll learn that paperwork can't erase these fists. Funny how being legally invisible makes you feel so damn solid.
In halls of silk & powdered bone,
The serpents twine their paper throne. What honor binds when steel grows rust? When ancient oaths return to dust?
The hammer waits, still warm with rage, To break these gilded bars of cage.
Let thunder speak what whispers can't-When merchants deal in kings' descent.
The serpents twine their paper throne. What honor binds when steel grows rust? When ancient oaths return to dust?
The hammer waits, still warm with rage, To break these gilded bars of cage.
Let thunder speak what whispers can't-When merchants deal in kings' descent.
January 18, 2025 at 6:35 PM
In halls of silk & powdered bone,
The serpents twine their paper throne. What honor binds when steel grows rust? When ancient oaths return to dust?
The hammer waits, still warm with rage, To break these gilded bars of cage.
Let thunder speak what whispers can't-When merchants deal in kings' descent.
The serpents twine their paper throne. What honor binds when steel grows rust? When ancient oaths return to dust?
The hammer waits, still warm with rage, To break these gilded bars of cage.
Let thunder speak what whispers can't-When merchants deal in kings' descent.
“The Fall Is Free (Landing Costs Extra)” by you know who. Have you ever considered you only learn who you really are when you’re falling? The in-between moments, when the ground disappears and gravity takes over, that’s where the truth hides—raw, weightless, undeniable.
#artofsin #darkart #goth #alt
#artofsin #darkart #goth #alt
January 14, 2025 at 1:46 AM
2/2 Spider waits, weaving silk and shadow. Prey veers, fate seals. Truth in the web: watch where you fly—or wonder, are you the hunter?
#GothicPoetry #AltComics #DarkAesthetic #VisualPoetry #Verses
#GothicPoetry #AltComics #DarkAesthetic #VisualPoetry #Verses
January 7, 2025 at 7:04 PM
2/2 Spider waits, weaving silk and shadow. Prey veers, fate seals. Truth in the web: watch where you fly—or wonder, are you the hunter?
#GothicPoetry #AltComics #DarkAesthetic #VisualPoetry #Verses
#GothicPoetry #AltComics #DarkAesthetic #VisualPoetry #Verses
1/2 Spider waits, weaving silk and shadow. Prey veers, fate seals. Truth in the web: watch where you fly—or wonder, are you the hunter?
#GothicPoetry #AltComics #DarkAesthetic #VisualPoetry #Verses
#GothicPoetry #AltComics #DarkAesthetic #VisualPoetry #Verses
January 7, 2025 at 7:03 PM
1/2 Spider waits, weaving silk and shadow. Prey veers, fate seals. Truth in the web: watch where you fly—or wonder, are you the hunter?
#GothicPoetry #AltComics #DarkAesthetic #VisualPoetry #Verses
#GothicPoetry #AltComics #DarkAesthetic #VisualPoetry #Verses
Starting the year with this one because, let’s face it, she’s a whole mood. I’m planning to create more of these digital pieces throughout the year—leaning into bold, dark, and unapologetically extra
#goth #alt #artofsin #digitalart #darkart #gothicart #lgbtqartists #nonbinaryart
#goth #alt #artofsin #digitalart #darkart #gothicart #lgbtqartists #nonbinaryart
January 7, 2025 at 9:01 AM
Starting the year with this one because, let’s face it, she’s a whole mood. I’m planning to create more of these digital pieces throughout the year—leaning into bold, dark, and unapologetically extra
#goth #alt #artofsin #digitalart #darkart #gothicart #lgbtqartists #nonbinaryart
#goth #alt #artofsin #digitalart #darkart #gothicart #lgbtqartists #nonbinaryart