@francisfarmer.bsky.social
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Again, we're silent.
So comfortable that the tone cannot be deciphered from my memories of grandmothers and warm toast smothered in strawberry jam.
Her mind though, a flurry of butterflies posed as answers to all man's great questions.
Common sense to her, nothing special. 👇👇
So comfortable that the tone cannot be deciphered from my memories of grandmothers and warm toast smothered in strawberry jam.
Her mind though, a flurry of butterflies posed as answers to all man's great questions.
Common sense to her, nothing special. 👇👇
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Jupiter and its moon Io Credit: NASA
March 8, 2025 at 3:50 AM
Jupiter and its moon Io Credit: NASA
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The Gulf of America is the empty space between Trump supporters' ears.
March 19, 2025 at 1:55 AM
The Gulf of America is the empty space between Trump supporters' ears.
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The power of the people.....Let's keep it up!!
March 19, 2025 at 12:43 AM
The power of the people.....Let's keep it up!!
You tell me,
“I don’t want to go backwards”, Then darling,
drag me to the present.
I’m guest in all the scenes you steward,
Until you call for my collective.
Until your final casting call,
My dreams, I’ll never make the cut,
It seems from what I can recall,
You’ll burn the page no matter what👇👇 1/4
“I don’t want to go backwards”, Then darling,
drag me to the present.
I’m guest in all the scenes you steward,
Until you call for my collective.
Until your final casting call,
My dreams, I’ll never make the cut,
It seems from what I can recall,
You’ll burn the page no matter what👇👇 1/4
February 15, 2025 at 6:04 PM
You tell me,
“I don’t want to go backwards”, Then darling,
drag me to the present.
I’m guest in all the scenes you steward,
Until you call for my collective.
Until your final casting call,
My dreams, I’ll never make the cut,
It seems from what I can recall,
You’ll burn the page no matter what👇👇 1/4
“I don’t want to go backwards”, Then darling,
drag me to the present.
I’m guest in all the scenes you steward,
Until you call for my collective.
Until your final casting call,
My dreams, I’ll never make the cut,
It seems from what I can recall,
You’ll burn the page no matter what👇👇 1/4
I want to bathe myself in your everything,
When I look into your eyes
I see your voice and the way you make the birds sing,
When I look into your eyes
I see your voice and the way you make the birds sing,
January 21, 2025 at 8:51 AM
I want to bathe myself in your everything,
When I look into your eyes
I see your voice and the way you make the birds sing,
When I look into your eyes
I see your voice and the way you make the birds sing,
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Brave yourselves for more of the like.
January 21, 2025 at 12:35 AM
Brave yourselves for more of the like.
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With everything so seemingly terrible these days & no sign of anything remotely hopeful in the near future, I thought you might need this photo of a baby giraffe.
January 17, 2025 at 12:27 AM
With everything so seemingly terrible these days & no sign of anything remotely hopeful in the near future, I thought you might need this photo of a baby giraffe.
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the debris from starship flight 7 caught over turks and caicos.
absolutely unreal.
📸: dean olson on twitter
absolutely unreal.
📸: dean olson on twitter
January 16, 2025 at 11:13 PM
the debris from starship flight 7 caught over turks and caicos.
absolutely unreal.
📸: dean olson on twitter
absolutely unreal.
📸: dean olson on twitter
So many tears, I’m sure she knows that she’ll soon be treading water.
If only to be known as happy tears, we could cry together and backstroke into infinite, hand in hand. 🌼🌼
If only to be known as happy tears, we could cry together and backstroke into infinite, hand in hand. 🌼🌼
January 17, 2025 at 2:51 AM
So many tears, I’m sure she knows that she’ll soon be treading water.
If only to be known as happy tears, we could cry together and backstroke into infinite, hand in hand. 🌼🌼
If only to be known as happy tears, we could cry together and backstroke into infinite, hand in hand. 🌼🌼
Once was a man who died twice,
And a girl who matched his
Zeitgeist,
In a quiet world above you
Where the angels say I love you,
And the architecture, quite nice
For a dark injecture covers
planetary escapism,
every single set of lovers.
👇👇
And a girl who matched his
Zeitgeist,
In a quiet world above you
Where the angels say I love you,
And the architecture, quite nice
For a dark injecture covers
planetary escapism,
every single set of lovers.
👇👇
January 17, 2025 at 2:50 AM
Once was a man who died twice,
And a girl who matched his
Zeitgeist,
In a quiet world above you
Where the angels say I love you,
And the architecture, quite nice
For a dark injecture covers
planetary escapism,
every single set of lovers.
👇👇
And a girl who matched his
Zeitgeist,
In a quiet world above you
Where the angels say I love you,
And the architecture, quite nice
For a dark injecture covers
planetary escapism,
every single set of lovers.
👇👇
You’ve brought me back from the future
we sought
to asses all the damage
the mortals forgot,
and together we hushed in the
place we stood hiding,
to let darkness pass
and speak light of
good tidings. 👇👇
we sought
to asses all the damage
the mortals forgot,
and together we hushed in the
place we stood hiding,
to let darkness pass
and speak light of
good tidings. 👇👇
January 17, 2025 at 2:45 AM
You’ve brought me back from the future
we sought
to asses all the damage
the mortals forgot,
and together we hushed in the
place we stood hiding,
to let darkness pass
and speak light of
good tidings. 👇👇
we sought
to asses all the damage
the mortals forgot,
and together we hushed in the
place we stood hiding,
to let darkness pass
and speak light of
good tidings. 👇👇
#haikuscripture
None to back down now
Ever setting priceless goals
Dancing in the dirt
Nuances for you
Like bouquets of golden glory
roots in the earth.
How did we get here
Fuel gauges fail sometimes too
launch me in the dark. 👇👇
None to back down now
Ever setting priceless goals
Dancing in the dirt
Nuances for you
Like bouquets of golden glory
roots in the earth.
How did we get here
Fuel gauges fail sometimes too
launch me in the dark. 👇👇
January 17, 2025 at 2:42 AM
#haikuscripture
None to back down now
Ever setting priceless goals
Dancing in the dirt
Nuances for you
Like bouquets of golden glory
roots in the earth.
How did we get here
Fuel gauges fail sometimes too
launch me in the dark. 👇👇
None to back down now
Ever setting priceless goals
Dancing in the dirt
Nuances for you
Like bouquets of golden glory
roots in the earth.
How did we get here
Fuel gauges fail sometimes too
launch me in the dark. 👇👇
#haiku
Rendered Defenseless,
While the tender me
forgets,
sacred flowers bloom.
Potholes poke plot holes,
We plot homes
In dark zones and
graduated dirt.
Terraforming Io,
Transubstantiated when
Carbon turns to dust.
Global energy
never learns until the last
ne'er-do-well is blamed.
👇👇
Rendered Defenseless,
While the tender me
forgets,
sacred flowers bloom.
Potholes poke plot holes,
We plot homes
In dark zones and
graduated dirt.
Terraforming Io,
Transubstantiated when
Carbon turns to dust.
Global energy
never learns until the last
ne'er-do-well is blamed.
👇👇
January 17, 2025 at 2:40 AM
#haiku
Rendered Defenseless,
While the tender me
forgets,
sacred flowers bloom.
Potholes poke plot holes,
We plot homes
In dark zones and
graduated dirt.
Terraforming Io,
Transubstantiated when
Carbon turns to dust.
Global energy
never learns until the last
ne'er-do-well is blamed.
👇👇
Rendered Defenseless,
While the tender me
forgets,
sacred flowers bloom.
Potholes poke plot holes,
We plot homes
In dark zones and
graduated dirt.
Terraforming Io,
Transubstantiated when
Carbon turns to dust.
Global energy
never learns until the last
ne'er-do-well is blamed.
👇👇
“Can we write the source code for humanity?”
Her question to me over and over.
Amidst hundreds of other questions that, while profound, pale in significance to this one.
It is hers.
The question
The idea.
The concept.
She has a quantum capacity for emotion, 👇👇
Her question to me over and over.
Amidst hundreds of other questions that, while profound, pale in significance to this one.
It is hers.
The question
The idea.
The concept.
She has a quantum capacity for emotion, 👇👇
January 17, 2025 at 2:30 AM
“Can we write the source code for humanity?”
Her question to me over and over.
Amidst hundreds of other questions that, while profound, pale in significance to this one.
It is hers.
The question
The idea.
The concept.
She has a quantum capacity for emotion, 👇👇
Her question to me over and over.
Amidst hundreds of other questions that, while profound, pale in significance to this one.
It is hers.
The question
The idea.
The concept.
She has a quantum capacity for emotion, 👇👇
Again, we're silent.
So comfortable that the tone cannot be deciphered from my memories of grandmothers and warm toast smothered in strawberry jam.
Her mind though, a flurry of butterflies posed as answers to all man's great questions.
Common sense to her, nothing special. 👇👇
So comfortable that the tone cannot be deciphered from my memories of grandmothers and warm toast smothered in strawberry jam.
Her mind though, a flurry of butterflies posed as answers to all man's great questions.
Common sense to her, nothing special. 👇👇
January 17, 2025 at 2:20 AM
Again, we're silent.
So comfortable that the tone cannot be deciphered from my memories of grandmothers and warm toast smothered in strawberry jam.
Her mind though, a flurry of butterflies posed as answers to all man's great questions.
Common sense to her, nothing special. 👇👇
So comfortable that the tone cannot be deciphered from my memories of grandmothers and warm toast smothered in strawberry jam.
Her mind though, a flurry of butterflies posed as answers to all man's great questions.
Common sense to her, nothing special. 👇👇
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So you ask me, “what’s the meaning of it all?”
My dear, how do we even ask that question?
Can we somehow manage how the cards fall?
I’m clearly open to suggestion.
And what’s to come of all our dream worlds?
The red and yellow blissful beaches,
I see you walking in the distance, 1/3 👇👇
My dear, how do we even ask that question?
Can we somehow manage how the cards fall?
I’m clearly open to suggestion.
And what’s to come of all our dream worlds?
The red and yellow blissful beaches,
I see you walking in the distance, 1/3 👇👇
December 19, 2024 at 4:42 PM
So you ask me, “what’s the meaning of it all?”
My dear, how do we even ask that question?
Can we somehow manage how the cards fall?
I’m clearly open to suggestion.
And what’s to come of all our dream worlds?
The red and yellow blissful beaches,
I see you walking in the distance, 1/3 👇👇
My dear, how do we even ask that question?
Can we somehow manage how the cards fall?
I’m clearly open to suggestion.
And what’s to come of all our dream worlds?
The red and yellow blissful beaches,
I see you walking in the distance, 1/3 👇👇
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Quietly, we daydream at dusk,
Answering the tough questions we can only face
when the moonlight is a must,
Refining the day’s rough gestures
To melt into dreamscapes where we float
above the earth, 1/5 👇👇
Answering the tough questions we can only face
when the moonlight is a must,
Refining the day’s rough gestures
To melt into dreamscapes where we float
above the earth, 1/5 👇👇
December 21, 2024 at 4:19 PM
Quietly, we daydream at dusk,
Answering the tough questions we can only face
when the moonlight is a must,
Refining the day’s rough gestures
To melt into dreamscapes where we float
above the earth, 1/5 👇👇
Answering the tough questions we can only face
when the moonlight is a must,
Refining the day’s rough gestures
To melt into dreamscapes where we float
above the earth, 1/5 👇👇
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As Within, So Without
Music to my eyes,
you appear with the sunlight,
In your intuitive disguise.
You’re my white flag in a bullfight,
my Shakespearean romance
With your sweet sleepy eyes
across white weeping dreamscapes,
with no chance of sleepless nights.
👇👇 1/6
Music to my eyes,
you appear with the sunlight,
In your intuitive disguise.
You’re my white flag in a bullfight,
my Shakespearean romance
With your sweet sleepy eyes
across white weeping dreamscapes,
with no chance of sleepless nights.
👇👇 1/6
December 31, 2024 at 10:29 PM
As Within, So Without
Music to my eyes,
you appear with the sunlight,
In your intuitive disguise.
You’re my white flag in a bullfight,
my Shakespearean romance
With your sweet sleepy eyes
across white weeping dreamscapes,
with no chance of sleepless nights.
👇👇 1/6
Music to my eyes,
you appear with the sunlight,
In your intuitive disguise.
You’re my white flag in a bullfight,
my Shakespearean romance
With your sweet sleepy eyes
across white weeping dreamscapes,
with no chance of sleepless nights.
👇👇 1/6
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My deflowered mind
Pause me as we’re waking up,
togetherness wins.
Your voice and your face
Nonsensical schism begs
Questioning my faith
Eyes are squinting tight
Minuscule exit for tears
Marinate instead 1/2👇👇
Pause me as we’re waking up,
togetherness wins.
Your voice and your face
Nonsensical schism begs
Questioning my faith
Eyes are squinting tight
Minuscule exit for tears
Marinate instead 1/2👇👇
January 6, 2025 at 2:06 AM
My deflowered mind
Pause me as we’re waking up,
togetherness wins.
Your voice and your face
Nonsensical schism begs
Questioning my faith
Eyes are squinting tight
Minuscule exit for tears
Marinate instead 1/2👇👇
Pause me as we’re waking up,
togetherness wins.
Your voice and your face
Nonsensical schism begs
Questioning my faith
Eyes are squinting tight
Minuscule exit for tears
Marinate instead 1/2👇👇
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Your words are snowflakes,
I hear them fluttering all around me.
So delicate, every little frozen ember
melts immediately upon impact with my skin.
The little cloud where your voice evaporates at the top of my neck, on my shoulders,
you bathe every piece of me in your brilliant winter.
I hear them fluttering all around me.
So delicate, every little frozen ember
melts immediately upon impact with my skin.
The little cloud where your voice evaporates at the top of my neck, on my shoulders,
you bathe every piece of me in your brilliant winter.
January 5, 2025 at 8:37 PM
Your words are snowflakes,
I hear them fluttering all around me.
So delicate, every little frozen ember
melts immediately upon impact with my skin.
The little cloud where your voice evaporates at the top of my neck, on my shoulders,
you bathe every piece of me in your brilliant winter.
I hear them fluttering all around me.
So delicate, every little frozen ember
melts immediately upon impact with my skin.
The little cloud where your voice evaporates at the top of my neck, on my shoulders,
you bathe every piece of me in your brilliant winter.
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For every “no”
that steals the light
Another dawn
will birth the right
The hardest truths
can plant the seed
Of what we want
and what we need
So though it stings
I’ll stand once more
To seek a wiser
kinder shore.
For failing’s not the end
you see—
It’s just a step
toward what will be
#poetry
that steals the light
Another dawn
will birth the right
The hardest truths
can plant the seed
Of what we want
and what we need
So though it stings
I’ll stand once more
To seek a wiser
kinder shore.
For failing’s not the end
you see—
It’s just a step
toward what will be
#poetry
January 16, 2025 at 9:08 PM
For every “no”
that steals the light
Another dawn
will birth the right
The hardest truths
can plant the seed
Of what we want
and what we need
So though it stings
I’ll stand once more
To seek a wiser
kinder shore.
For failing’s not the end
you see—
It’s just a step
toward what will be
#poetry
that steals the light
Another dawn
will birth the right
The hardest truths
can plant the seed
Of what we want
and what we need
So though it stings
I’ll stand once more
To seek a wiser
kinder shore.
For failing’s not the end
you see—
It’s just a step
toward what will be
#poetry
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Beautiful faces with beautiful eyes
Will willfully introduce every disguise,
Can we hide what we are and replace it with
“Whom”
Can we stand before god
Take her brightness from gloom,
1/3
Will willfully introduce every disguise,
Can we hide what we are and replace it with
“Whom”
Can we stand before god
Take her brightness from gloom,
1/3
December 10, 2024 at 8:50 PM
Beautiful faces with beautiful eyes
Will willfully introduce every disguise,
Can we hide what we are and replace it with
“Whom”
Can we stand before god
Take her brightness from gloom,
1/3
Will willfully introduce every disguise,
Can we hide what we are and replace it with
“Whom”
Can we stand before god
Take her brightness from gloom,
1/3
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To be the catcher in your dreamy fields of rye,
Your words, barely audible to the sunrise,
Our sweet symphony begging the morning never to come.
But your songs of dawn,
Their notes send goosebumps down my neck,
Offering a calm that embodies both love and friendship.
Your words, barely audible to the sunrise,
Our sweet symphony begging the morning never to come.
But your songs of dawn,
Their notes send goosebumps down my neck,
Offering a calm that embodies both love and friendship.
December 25, 2024 at 1:17 AM
To be the catcher in your dreamy fields of rye,
Your words, barely audible to the sunrise,
Our sweet symphony begging the morning never to come.
But your songs of dawn,
Their notes send goosebumps down my neck,
Offering a calm that embodies both love and friendship.
Your words, barely audible to the sunrise,
Our sweet symphony begging the morning never to come.
But your songs of dawn,
Their notes send goosebumps down my neck,
Offering a calm that embodies both love and friendship.