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𝖓𝖔𝖗𝖆 𝖓𝖊𝖚𝖗𝖔𝖘𝖎𝖘𝖒𝖆𝖓𝖈𝖊𝖗 🏳️‍⚧️
@neurosismancer.gay
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chaos witch, poet, photographer, and champion air guitarist

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neurosismancer.gay
mood
Two posts on my skyline, one with a link about Palantir executive Joe Lonsdale calling for public hangings, and below it a screen cap from Garfield and Friends showing an angry and upset cop with a mustache and large chin.
December 6, 2025 at 10:52 PM
neurosismancer.gay
this was a long one that came pouring out of me today one of four poems today but this is my favorite of the daily #poetry
## Wildwood history stands across the road from its funhouse mirror reflection a simulacra of the gaudy this town is one part museum one part amusement park an imaginary past no different from main street u.s.a. with a different claim to fame all neon lights and plastic palms doo-wop disharmony by design that went over my head as a child passing by at night in the back seat of the station wagon there was no fundamental difference between the package store sign and the motels we would never stay at their mystery was their appeal places for adults or for families that came from further afield than the other side of the cape passing through the incongruity of a town called rio grande and through marshy wetlands along a river of red lights the place wasn't so poignant then mid-century motels nothing more special than places to cram tourists at the peak of the summer season sometimes we would stop for dinner as a place preserved in amber all powder blue and coral formica tables with chrome edges i was too young to connect this with the chrome rimmed dining table in the celadon metal kitchen and the massive steel window fans in the bedroom windows already antiques when i was born i accepted their reality their normality like i accepted the changing of seasons like the endless expanse of sand a mile or more perhaps between the boardwalk and the dark green ocean waves by night the beach was barren and we rarely came by during the day preferring the nighttime chaos of amusement park rides and video arcades the options expanded with age growing height and more independence some things changed and some departed but the sound of it stayed constant distant screams from rollercoasters or the repeated staccato recording of "wa-wa-wa-watch the tram car please" that echoed up and down the boardwalk dracula's castle burned down on a winter night between seasons and by then we were on our way out a child becoming a teenager on the cusp of a distant adulthood away from home so we packed up the old shore house leaving the motels and their signs the beaches and the boardwalk behind
December 6, 2025 at 4:23 AM
neurosismancer.gay
pretty bitch whos gonna read poems at people
Nora looking cute with her red dyed hair, black cats eye glasses, and septum piercing. She has on winged eyeliner, dark red lipstick, and a dark gray turtleneck sweater dress, along with her omnipresent key necklace
December 5, 2025 at 10:46 PM
neurosismancer.gay
they’re heeeere!

the smell isnt exactly the same but it is redolent of clove and thats what i want

next up the taste test
A pack of Djarum Bliss Special tobacco free clove cigarettes
December 4, 2025 at 11:29 PM
neurosismancer.gay
this dress which i need to wear more often for two very important reasons

the important reasons are in the second pic
Nora in a very cute, low cut black dress with short sleeves. She also has on a belt with dangling chains Nora leaning over in the dress showing off their ample cleavage
December 4, 2025 at 9:51 PM
neurosismancer.gay
the mark
An abstract graffiti shape in black with a white outline, sprayed on a concrete wall with peeling paint. The shadow of a railing is visible against the wall at the bottom of the photo.
December 3, 2025 at 10:57 PM
neurosismancer.gay
DANGER THIS MACHINE DOES NOT KNOW THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN METAL AND FLESH, NOR DOES IT CARE
December 3, 2025 at 2:38 AM
neurosismancer.gay
41
Nora standing in a subway station. She is wearing a black cloak coat with little trans flag heart pin. Her hair is pale red and in a side shave. She has on big headphones with demon horns, black cats eye glasses, and a septum piercing
November 30, 2025 at 8:46 PM
neurosismancer.gay
*sigh*
A five card tarot spread in a cross shape, all reversed: Center: 7 of Wands Top: The Hermit Bottom: Strength Left: Page of Wands Right: High Priestess
November 30, 2025 at 3:46 AM
neurosismancer.gay
spotted on my walk today
A five pointed star drawn in white chalk on a dirty sidewalk. Each point has a 5 in it and there’s a large 2 in the middle.
November 28, 2025 at 2:34 AM
neurosismancer.gay
ten years
A sad looking “man” with a short cropped beard and an undercut. He has glasses, and is wearing a blue oxford cloth button down under a gray crew neck sweater A gorgeous got trans woman with red dyed hair in a side shave, black cats eye glasses, and a cat-like smile
November 26, 2025 at 5:29 PM
neurosismancer.gay
calling my pussy praxis so that when you fuck me you can say youre doing praxis

and because when i cum i do this
November 26, 2025 at 3:50 AM
neurosismancer.gay
The contemporary American MAGA brand of Fascism incorporates a romanticized past into its very name and slogan: "Make America Great Again." It's a simple statement with a very clear meaning. America once was great; it needs to be made great again. This raises the question: "When was America great?" That's up for debate, but in a world of targeted advertising, Generative Al, and algorithmic filter bubbles, there doesn't need to be a definitive answer. Fascists can now tailor their idea of a time when America was great in a way that ties into whatever period in a person's life they feel most nostalgic about.
November 25, 2025 at 8:36 PM
neurosismancer.gay
here a silly poem i wrote a while back inspired by the name of a cookie

well look who thinks
he's cock of the ass
a smug little shit
with coffee flavored cream
just because you're crisp
and buttery sweet
doesn't make you cock
of fucking anything
the ass least of all
A Coque D’Asse White cookie in its wrapper. The wrapper is red with brown stripes, and the name of the cookie is in a very baroque font on an odd shaped medallion. “White” is next to it in a more contemporary looking italic serif font.
November 25, 2025 at 3:45 AM
neurosismancer.gay
tonight’s listening
screenshot of the iTunes remote app showing the album 20 Jazz Funk Greats by Throbbing Gristle playing
November 25, 2025 at 3:06 AM
neurosismancer.gay
my daily #poetry today is a curious bit of introspection
# 2025-11-24 of being and seeing and aspirational adaptation under evolutionary pressure the body is good business the soul is a question mark attached to an indistinct phrase has this ever happened to you running so fast that you step off the edge of the cliff only to realize nothing solid remains under your feet as gravity reasserts itself you wake up parched throat dry and lips chapped as though your dreams ran a dehydrator on full vacuum desiccated flesh vital essences extracted matters of fact and faith closed to external debate but inside the cranial cavity arguments continue unabated issues eternally unsettled through circular reasoning try to snake through the chaos with tarot cards and simulations of supernatural processes plotted in multi-dimensional space desperate to reach conclusion and a satisfactory solution
November 24, 2025 at 11:14 PM
neurosismancer.gay
mostly ive never had any run-ins with the law and i dont drive
The Innocence Test Back Heathen (75) you like to have a good time, but know when to reign yourself in. good for you. just don't make too many bad choices.
November 24, 2025 at 12:18 AM
neurosismancer.gay
all around me are familiar faces
worn-out places worn-out faces
bright and early for their daily races
going nowhere going nowhere
The pope looks like he’s doing karaoke
November 23, 2025 at 4:18 PM
neurosismancer.gay
really happy with today’s daily #poetry
# 2025-11-22 the cool wind whips the skirt of my dress as you slide your hands up my nylon clad legs lift up my garment and set it free flying off into eternity i feel the city its many eyes staring as i release the clasp of my brassiere and expose my bounty of pale curvy flesh to the elements we put on a show on this rooftop stage i was reborn to be seen and i welcome you across the proscenium let the world gaze at our production soon nothing stands between us and the air so we sing aloud a sensual symphony playing each other as our instruments for a captive audience crescendos of pleasure carry on winter air across the boroughs and after the last not we hear applause of the standing ovation even from staten island
November 23, 2025 at 4:22 AM
neurosismancer.gay
take the estrogen baby!!
A very sad “man” with an overgrown buzzcut, chunky glasses, and stubble. The most gorgeous goth transfemme you’ve ever seen with bright red hair in a aside shave
November 22, 2025 at 4:35 AM
neurosismancer.gay
colonies
A black and white photo of two apartment towers at night against a gray night sky. Many of the windows but not all are lit in each building as well as the windows of some mid-rise apartment buildings. A street lamp, unlit, picks up the ambient light, and the shadows of some threadbare autumn trees are visible.
November 22, 2025 at 3:36 AM
neurosismancer.gay
i gotta take lewds with my makeup in more often i am fucking feeling myself tonight
Nora is lying back on their pillows and smiling. They have a full face of makeup with winged eyeliner and black lipstick. Their key necklace hangs gently between her ample bosoms with visible blue veins.
November 22, 2025 at 3:15 AM
neurosismancer.gay
excuse the dirty mirror but does this fit make me look suitably artsy and writerly?
Nora is wearing an all black outfit with a black mockneck sweater, asymmetrical ankle length skirt, and corset belt with four buckles.
November 21, 2025 at 10:34 PM
neurosismancer.gay
another year

another candle against the dark

goddess please protect us your children and bless those we have lost
Nora’s altar to Hecate, with a white tea light and a small trans flag for Trans Day of Remembrance
November 21, 2025 at 3:45 AM
neurosismancer.gay
barber pole
A black and white photo of two shuttered stores at North. The main source of light is a glowing white globe atop a barber pole.
November 21, 2025 at 3:01 AM