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robin @motheatonn.bsky.social · 5d
Excerpt of the first part of Poems Beginning And, ft. Enshrouded Server Config lmao #poetry
Screenshot of an excerpt from a set of poems by called poems beginning And And when I die suddenly, because I will, not today, maybe not tomorrow, know that I haven't seen a doctor for the last five years or so because I can't afford it, but also the last doctor I saw was pushed out of town because the governor blocked access to the care I need for just long enough for them to lose patients, so now My death won't be for me, I'm over all that. I've brought life into this world in so many other ways that you might not understand, but I mean it, I'm not leaving it for myself. There's a moment everyday that I will live for, if I can find it. In the hanging palms, the moths sparkling against the porchlight, voices in all the words I've learned from you, As if it were merely the silence of melting ice. I hate poems like this. . And as the night lifts up around me its cool sweat over my body napping forgetfully in some misty kinda air fryer dreamery, two hours, five hours, six or so even, what wakes me up is the AC blowing colder when you're not there for it to lean on. . And so you start to think there is no time to live the life you needed to feel the world over you will know it as your home like all the books unopened stories that are never going to be yours or anyone's alone yet there are no places for this feeling Screenshot of an excerpt from a set of poems by called poems beginning And And like pigeons carousel to long since mystified human hands, I forget to eat but then the mere breath of what it is to know another dries like the meal worms in the birdseed . And in this moment do not remember me. There were two cats left at the doorstep at the shelter I work at. My life has transformed into only counting days ahead, clearing the way for bills, meals, then the dregs of someone else's wealth. Two other cats came back to us after we rehomed them, family now living in a hotel room after eviction. No days without desperation like an elderly woman who's husband died, can no longer care for them, please take them, I will have to put them down if you dont, ok fuck, we'll put them upstairs in air conditioned storage...I over hear from Rachel while cleaning. Bart's eye hole rotted out from a botched enucleation. Benson's whole left face swole up, had an abscess tooth removed, all in all we always hope it's not cancer. Putting a shelter cat thru chemo isn't like how it would be for yours when they are close, home. Keri couldent eat for a week from her tooth pain, we gave her so many treats, in a last attempt to save her she had so many teeth removed, but it probably made her worse - turns out she had cancer, died a week later, puked blood so we rushed her to the last vet to see her to give her a quiet release. It wasn't quiet at the high capacity clinic where we took her when it was the only place that would see her on short notice. Holli, who took her, waited until they forgot she was waiting. When she went to get Keri from the back, the vets apologized. We got her back to put her in the ground, loved her all the while, love her still. Every cat we lose is buried on the property, we hold a small ceremony remembering the grace we have been given to offer these lost creatures some peace with comfort in a life where the fate of domestication is abondonment to crestin…
motheatonn.bsky.social
I haven't been reading enough poetry lately to say so but I have always been very skeptical about poetry's ability to be truthful, let alone to say the truth yet when it tries it's grasping for universality that can't be, as there is just no experiential transference, that's why we have to share it.
December 22, 2025 at 6:41 PM
motheatonn.bsky.social
Excerpt of the first part of Poems Beginning And, ft. Enshrouded Server Config lmao #poetry
Screenshot of an excerpt from a set of poems by called poems beginning And And when I die suddenly, because I will, not today, maybe not tomorrow, know that I haven't seen a doctor for the last five years or so because I can't afford it, but also the last doctor I saw was pushed out of town because the governor blocked access to the care I need for just long enough for them to lose patients, so now My death won't be for me, I'm over all that. I've brought life into this world in so many other ways that you might not understand, but I mean it, I'm not leaving it for myself. There's a moment everyday that I will live for, if I can find it. In the hanging palms, the moths sparkling against the porchlight, voices in all the words I've learned from you, As if it were merely the silence of melting ice. I hate poems like this. . And as the night lifts up around me its cool sweat over my body napping forgetfully in some misty kinda air fryer dreamery, two hours, five hours, six or so even, what wakes me up is the AC blowing colder when you're not there for it to lean on. . And so you start to think there is no time to live the life you needed to feel the world over you will know it as your home like all the books unopened stories that are never going to be yours or anyone's alone yet there are no places for this feeling Screenshot of an excerpt from a set of poems by called poems beginning And And like pigeons carousel to long since mystified human hands, I forget to eat but then the mere breath of what it is to know another dries like the meal worms in the birdseed . And in this moment do not remember me. There were two cats left at the doorstep at the shelter I work at. My life has transformed into only counting days ahead, clearing the way for bills, meals, then the dregs of someone else's wealth. Two other cats came back to us after we rehomed them, family now living in a hotel room after eviction. No days without desperation like an elderly woman who's husband died, can no longer care for them, please take them, I will have to put them down if you dont, ok fuck, we'll put them upstairs in air conditioned storage...I over hear from Rachel while cleaning. Bart's eye hole rotted out from a botched enucleation. Benson's whole left face swole up, had an abscess tooth removed, all in all we always hope it's not cancer. Putting a shelter cat thru chemo isn't like how it would be for yours when they are close, home. Keri couldent eat for a week from her tooth pain, we gave her so many treats, in a last attempt to save her she had so many teeth removed, but it probably made her worse - turns out she had cancer, died a week later, puked blood so we rushed her to the last vet to see her to give her a quiet release. It wasn't quiet at the high capacity clinic where we took her when it was the only place that would see her on short notice. Holli, who took her, waited until they forgot she was waiting. When she went to get Keri from the back, the vets apologized. We got her back to put her in the ground, loved her all the while, love her still. Every cat we lose is buried on the property, we hold a small ceremony remembering the grace we have been given to offer these lost creatures some peace with comfort in a life where the fate of domestication is abondonment to crestin…
December 22, 2025 at 5:23 PM
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bakoon.bsky.social
Wow, looks like you are a real go getter— Nobody understands the power of your unlimitable mind, you are truly the godseed— Take the cops gun and make reality bend to your unstoppable will— You are googy, strong and way. Sorry, I will correct my database to show that bullets hurt your body
November 12, 2025 at 12:27 AM
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dapowell.bsky.social
"Poem" by Joe Brainard.
Poem Sometimes everything seems so oh, I don't know.
October 26, 2025 at 5:42 AM
motheatonn.bsky.social
Runoff Poem
October 26, 2025 at 2:01 AM
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iluckyou.bsky.social
Idk who needs to hear this but

OMFG put the fckin phone down and go to sleep already damnnn
October 22, 2025 at 4:01 AM
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shogsotg.bsky.social
bsky.app/profile/did:...
October 17, 2025 at 10:56 PM
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taliajane.bsky.social
a fake quote being attributed to zohran mamdani is igniting the pro-palestine left.

he never said arresting netanyahu would make him a trumpian fascist. that phrase was posted by an account known for using extreme rhetoric to accuse mamdani of effectively saying that as a result of him softening.
image circulating claiming to attribute a fake quote to mamdani. text reads: dec. 2024: “as mayor of nyc i would arrest benjamin netanyahu” sept. 2025: “arresting netanyahu would make me a trumpian fascist.” - this second quote has in big letters over it the words “fake quote.” post from the originator of the phrase. text reads: @zei squirrel here you have it side by side. Zohran in December 2024, when he was running in the primary, pledging that he will definitely arrest Netanyahu. Then fast forward to Zohran in September 2025, after he won the primary, and suddenly arresting Netanyahu makes you a Trumpian fascist:
October 13, 2025 at 7:54 PM
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levostregc.bsky.social
please repost
www.pbs.org/kenburns/the...
Lakota Accounts of the Massacre at Wounded Knee | The West: A Film by Steven Ives | Ken Burns | PBS
The survivors speak.
www.pbs.org
September 26, 2025 at 3:58 AM
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winterk.bsky.social
panel 1: guy rushing in says "MY FAMICOM CARTS!! mouse is crushing them with a hammer. panel 2: guy, gathering cart pieces, says " how could you, these are irreplaceable." mouse says " dead world" panel 3: mouse says: artifacts of the dead world will weaken us panel 4: guy shouts " hey! " as mouse knocks over world of nintendo display kiosk. mouse says: I'm growing stronger.
April 10, 2024 at 12:19 AM
motheatonn.bsky.social
im going to be thinking about the idea of performative agriculture for weeks now - or at least as long as these plants will survive. which is to say they will be fine, but our fractured connection to growing food will not. And i wish an art gallery was the place to heal it, but it isn't
hyperallergic.com Hyperallergic @hyperallergic.com · Sep 22
The three rows of cornstalks currently growing in Kate Werble Gallery convey both heartache and hope, though not for reasons you might expect.
A Cornstalk Grows in Soho
More than an artistic experiment in food production, Emily Janowick’s latest work is a droll and earnest meditation on family alienation.
hyperallergic.com
September 23, 2025 at 6:00 PM
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johnpfaff.bsky.social
In honor of Jimmy Kimmel get suspended in part for saying "And by ‘statistical fact’, [Vance] means ‘complete bullshit’,” in response to Vance's false claim that most political violence is from the left, here's the DOJ report showing the opposite, that the DOJ conveniently just memory-holed:
web.archive.org
September 18, 2025 at 12:50 AM
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clueless.bsky.social
it’s revolutionary to find joy & connection. that’s worth celebrating
“The less you eat, drink and buy books; the less you go to the theatre, the dance hall, the public house; the less you think, love, theorise, sing, paint, fence, etc., the more you save – the greater becomes your treasure which neither moths nor rust will devour – your capital. The less you are, the less you express your own life, the more you have, i.e., the greater is your alienated life, the greater is the store of your estranged being.”
September 22, 2023 at 3:24 AM
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today-maybe.bsky.social
A digital illustration of Godzilla silhouetted against a red and orange fire-colored background with his back spines all glowing blue as he blasts nuclear fire at whomever you would most like to have nuclear fire blasted at. Go ahead and make a wish. Jagged lettering on Godzilla’s back and shoulder, also glowing blue, reads ‘Maybe it will happen today’
June 26, 2025 at 1:07 PM
motheatonn.bsky.social
aw shit i was playing titan quest 2 cuz early access just dropped and i forgot it was #bandcampfriday! If you like droney guitars or lofi acoustic sad vibes, or if you just want to support me, a trans woman in florida, this is a cool thing to check out, thanks #trans #drone #lofi #guitar #florida
leave the leaves, we're sleepin' here, by Flower
19 track album
flowersongs.bandcamp.com
August 2, 2025 at 2:31 AM
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disasteradio.bsky.social
July 19, 2025 at 1:36 AM
motheatonn.bsky.social
any honest floridian with a hacksaw want to do what needs to be done?
dominicervolina.com Dom Ervolina @dominicervolina.com · Jul 4
Floridians are taking pictures of themselves next to the sign for their new death camp

As I've said before, giving this concentration camp a cutesy name is reprehensible
A man in a Trump shirt standing next to an Alligator Alcatraz sign A woman in a Trump shirt standing next to an Alligator Alcatraz sign
July 5, 2025 at 10:04 PM
motheatonn.bsky.social
as someone who has lived her whole life in the south and will probably die here as a result, and many family members with seemingly good hearts and lost souls, its not that they aren't good people - every true believer is made of fear resentment and pride over losing something that was never theirs
July 5, 2025 at 7:59 PM
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mike-eagle.bsky.social
dems smearing Mamdani and right wing voters cheering tax cuts for the rich are two sides of the dumbest coin
July 5, 2025 at 7:41 PM
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agnostic.bsky.social
transgender women
July 5, 2025 at 6:24 AM
motheatonn.bsky.social
I think it's very funny the way that AI's sole function is curating centuries of information and assimilating it into something immediately humanly legible, with the sole goal of making those same stores of information somehow obsolete because the function of retrieving it makes them unnecessary
July 5, 2025 at 7:43 PM
motheatonn.bsky.social
today i wrote a song about a cat named ugly from the trailer park i used to live in and i can't sing without crying 😭
nothing scared me as so easy til i saw you curled beneath the creaking toothy palmetto the way sun shine thru the leaves under your green eyes like freckeld fawn's hide I never wanted anything more than this for you and when i woke up you were still gone like summer falls into spring but youre always stuck to my memory like june bugs and rain
July 5, 2025 at 7:15 PM
motheatonn.bsky.social
one of my favorite #poems from this: drive.google.com/file/d/1jpcG...
No one else has ever found this weeping paradise, not thru the haze and simmering concrete, under sapphire milk blots over gold tinged duckweed. No. This is the same sinking foundation - the hotel runoff ditches, knuckle polished glass, snot drip rancid sweet river lilts over fins and cloudwhite mullet bellies now a thousand skeeters leap and sting at ire as mud caked blood digs deeper into the shell carved maw there - it was rusting, asleep in the sun that had turned green in my lungs, brambled down my chin and bloody teeth out from underneath where all the crickets now call out. And what if when the salty water burns my wounds I like it?
July 5, 2025 at 7:03 PM
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janus.bsky.social
it’s that time of year again
July 3, 2025 at 11:06 PM