AnnieCatt
@onlyalittletosay.bsky.social
A conglomeration of space junk that has found momentary sentience.
Don’t cry sweetheart
Save that energy
And mix it with your blood
Let it simmer on a cook fire
With your rage
Let us join hands
My sister
We will watch as they crush themselves
Beneath the stones of their own hatred
We will banish their ghosts
With the salt from your tears
Save that energy
And mix it with your blood
Let it simmer on a cook fire
With your rage
Let us join hands
My sister
We will watch as they crush themselves
Beneath the stones of their own hatred
We will banish their ghosts
With the salt from your tears
February 1, 2026 at 3:34 PM
Don’t cry sweetheart
Save that energy
And mix it with your blood
Let it simmer on a cook fire
With your rage
Let us join hands
My sister
We will watch as they crush themselves
Beneath the stones of their own hatred
We will banish their ghosts
With the salt from your tears
Save that energy
And mix it with your blood
Let it simmer on a cook fire
With your rage
Let us join hands
My sister
We will watch as they crush themselves
Beneath the stones of their own hatred
We will banish their ghosts
With the salt from your tears
Fair is foul and foul is fair
February 1, 2026 at 3:20 AM
Fair is foul and foul is fair
My spouse heard a woman in the grocery get angry with her kid because they picked up a bag of rainbow goldfish crackers. She didn’t want any gay crackers. I predict someone is going to be whining about how her kid never talks to her in a few more years.
January 30, 2026 at 2:02 AM
My spouse heard a woman in the grocery get angry with her kid because they picked up a bag of rainbow goldfish crackers. She didn’t want any gay crackers. I predict someone is going to be whining about how her kid never talks to her in a few more years.
We are sinking where we stand
Atop a cracked foundation
The walls are full of rot and
The roof is caving in
Falling on our heads
But hey!
We can paint things blue
And maybe that will
Fix the problem
Atop a cracked foundation
The walls are full of rot and
The roof is caving in
Falling on our heads
But hey!
We can paint things blue
And maybe that will
Fix the problem
January 26, 2026 at 1:12 PM
We are sinking where we stand
Atop a cracked foundation
The walls are full of rot and
The roof is caving in
Falling on our heads
But hey!
We can paint things blue
And maybe that will
Fix the problem
Atop a cracked foundation
The walls are full of rot and
The roof is caving in
Falling on our heads
But hey!
We can paint things blue
And maybe that will
Fix the problem
In the end
You are
Nothing
More than things
Breaking down
So tell me
What is the point
Of groveling
Before cruel gods
And crueler men
Destined for
Nothingness
Just like you
That which does not
Exist
Cannot be on your side
So tell me
What is the point
Of you
You are
Nothing
More than things
Breaking down
So tell me
What is the point
Of groveling
Before cruel gods
And crueler men
Destined for
Nothingness
Just like you
That which does not
Exist
Cannot be on your side
So tell me
What is the point
Of you
January 25, 2026 at 1:03 PM
In the end
You are
Nothing
More than things
Breaking down
So tell me
What is the point
Of groveling
Before cruel gods
And crueler men
Destined for
Nothingness
Just like you
That which does not
Exist
Cannot be on your side
So tell me
What is the point
Of you
You are
Nothing
More than things
Breaking down
So tell me
What is the point
Of groveling
Before cruel gods
And crueler men
Destined for
Nothingness
Just like you
That which does not
Exist
Cannot be on your side
So tell me
What is the point
Of you
I’m tired of not really existing.
January 19, 2026 at 12:18 PM
I’m tired of not really existing.
Their hatred is love
Just like their all mighty god
They love to hate you
Just like their all mighty god
They love to hate you
January 18, 2026 at 9:52 PM
Their hatred is love
Just like their all mighty god
They love to hate you
Just like their all mighty god
They love to hate you
The truth is that life is a precious thing we treat as cheap and disposable, all whilst we are in pursuit of things that do not matter.
January 18, 2026 at 6:41 PM
The truth is that life is a precious thing we treat as cheap and disposable, all whilst we are in pursuit of things that do not matter.
Don’t fear the reaper
Playing at the antique mall
End of life for sale
Playing at the antique mall
End of life for sale
January 18, 2026 at 2:22 AM
Don’t fear the reaper
Playing at the antique mall
End of life for sale
Playing at the antique mall
End of life for sale
Thou shalt not
Be a doubting Thomas
Just believe
Just do what you’re told
Just follow along
Just open the door
And be sure
To invite evil in
Like the perfect idiot
You were brought up to be
Be a doubting Thomas
Just believe
Just do what you’re told
Just follow along
Just open the door
And be sure
To invite evil in
Like the perfect idiot
You were brought up to be
January 16, 2026 at 8:44 PM
Thou shalt not
Be a doubting Thomas
Just believe
Just do what you’re told
Just follow along
Just open the door
And be sure
To invite evil in
Like the perfect idiot
You were brought up to be
Be a doubting Thomas
Just believe
Just do what you’re told
Just follow along
Just open the door
And be sure
To invite evil in
Like the perfect idiot
You were brought up to be
Her wet hair clumps of waterweed
Her eyes bits of beach glass
She floats just beneath the surface
In this place where everything sinks
Her voice carries in the water
More powerful than the wind
Begging you to lean too far out
She will catch you in her gray arms
And take you down to join the others
Her eyes bits of beach glass
She floats just beneath the surface
In this place where everything sinks
Her voice carries in the water
More powerful than the wind
Begging you to lean too far out
She will catch you in her gray arms
And take you down to join the others
January 14, 2026 at 10:55 AM
Her wet hair clumps of waterweed
Her eyes bits of beach glass
She floats just beneath the surface
In this place where everything sinks
Her voice carries in the water
More powerful than the wind
Begging you to lean too far out
She will catch you in her gray arms
And take you down to join the others
Her eyes bits of beach glass
She floats just beneath the surface
In this place where everything sinks
Her voice carries in the water
More powerful than the wind
Begging you to lean too far out
She will catch you in her gray arms
And take you down to join the others
I am well acquainted with
That shadowy bitch
Always in my periphery
Her cold fingers brush
The world around me
Evidenced in dried leaves and
Animal bones, all the lost things
One day her attention will turn to me
Will I try to slap her hand away
Or throw myself into her arms
I don’t know
That shadowy bitch
Always in my periphery
Her cold fingers brush
The world around me
Evidenced in dried leaves and
Animal bones, all the lost things
One day her attention will turn to me
Will I try to slap her hand away
Or throw myself into her arms
I don’t know
January 13, 2026 at 10:40 AM
I am well acquainted with
That shadowy bitch
Always in my periphery
Her cold fingers brush
The world around me
Evidenced in dried leaves and
Animal bones, all the lost things
One day her attention will turn to me
Will I try to slap her hand away
Or throw myself into her arms
I don’t know
That shadowy bitch
Always in my periphery
Her cold fingers brush
The world around me
Evidenced in dried leaves and
Animal bones, all the lost things
One day her attention will turn to me
Will I try to slap her hand away
Or throw myself into her arms
I don’t know
The cold does not bite
But invites you to venture further
Into numbness
Boots on frozen ground
Stark sky overhead
A murder of crows
Calls out for you to join them
Keep wandering
Keep wandering
Get lost
And stay there
But invites you to venture further
Into numbness
Boots on frozen ground
Stark sky overhead
A murder of crows
Calls out for you to join them
Keep wandering
Keep wandering
Get lost
And stay there
January 13, 2026 at 12:50 AM
The cold does not bite
But invites you to venture further
Into numbness
Boots on frozen ground
Stark sky overhead
A murder of crows
Calls out for you to join them
Keep wandering
Keep wandering
Get lost
And stay there
But invites you to venture further
Into numbness
Boots on frozen ground
Stark sky overhead
A murder of crows
Calls out for you to join them
Keep wandering
Keep wandering
Get lost
And stay there
Believe whatever you’re told
And doubt the evidence of your own eyes and ears
For lo, your god hath spoken,
And you are too damned stupid
To ask questions
And doubt the evidence of your own eyes and ears
For lo, your god hath spoken,
And you are too damned stupid
To ask questions
January 11, 2026 at 12:54 PM
Believe whatever you’re told
And doubt the evidence of your own eyes and ears
For lo, your god hath spoken,
And you are too damned stupid
To ask questions
And doubt the evidence of your own eyes and ears
For lo, your god hath spoken,
And you are too damned stupid
To ask questions
Buy this or
Buy that
Just buy something
That is probably useless
For the joy of spending money
You will probably need later
Buy that
Just buy something
That is probably useless
For the joy of spending money
You will probably need later
January 10, 2026 at 12:04 PM
Buy this or
Buy that
Just buy something
That is probably useless
For the joy of spending money
You will probably need later
Buy that
Just buy something
That is probably useless
For the joy of spending money
You will probably need later
There is nothing more pathetic than weak and violent men.
January 8, 2026 at 5:47 PM
There is nothing more pathetic than weak and violent men.
A blur of white through the trees along the riverbank.
A bird or deer or the ghost of some soul lost years ago.
A bird or deer or the ghost of some soul lost years ago.
January 8, 2026 at 5:44 PM
A blur of white through the trees along the riverbank.
A bird or deer or the ghost of some soul lost years ago.
A bird or deer or the ghost of some soul lost years ago.
The world is ending
But I still have bills to pay
All hail the routine
But I still have bills to pay
All hail the routine
January 8, 2026 at 5:37 PM
The world is ending
But I still have bills to pay
All hail the routine
But I still have bills to pay
All hail the routine
No one wins if everyone is dead in the end. And guess how the story goes, genius?
January 7, 2026 at 5:50 PM
No one wins if everyone is dead in the end. And guess how the story goes, genius?
I have no pity
For grown men trying to chase
Immortality
For grown men trying to chase
Immortality
January 6, 2026 at 5:40 PM
I have no pity
For grown men trying to chase
Immortality
For grown men trying to chase
Immortality
A hawk sits, waiting
On top of a bluebird box;
Too bad no one’s home.
On top of a bluebird box;
Too bad no one’s home.
January 6, 2026 at 5:33 PM
A hawk sits, waiting
On top of a bluebird box;
Too bad no one’s home.
On top of a bluebird box;
Too bad no one’s home.
Today feels like spring —
The fifth of January.
It’s a hoax, my ass.
The fifth of January.
It’s a hoax, my ass.
January 5, 2026 at 5:42 PM
Today feels like spring —
The fifth of January.
It’s a hoax, my ass.
The fifth of January.
It’s a hoax, my ass.
I’m always fighting
The water in my blood
Every river and lake
Begs it to become
Part of something greater
And it is so hard
To leave the rest of me
Standing on the shore
A solitary thing
The water in my blood
Every river and lake
Begs it to become
Part of something greater
And it is so hard
To leave the rest of me
Standing on the shore
A solitary thing
January 5, 2026 at 1:15 AM
I’m always fighting
The water in my blood
Every river and lake
Begs it to become
Part of something greater
And it is so hard
To leave the rest of me
Standing on the shore
A solitary thing
The water in my blood
Every river and lake
Begs it to become
Part of something greater
And it is so hard
To leave the rest of me
Standing on the shore
A solitary thing
Remember Ozymandias
And ask yourself
What is the fucking point
You finite and infinitely pathetic
Little man
And ask yourself
What is the fucking point
You finite and infinitely pathetic
Little man
January 3, 2026 at 4:26 PM
Remember Ozymandias
And ask yourself
What is the fucking point
You finite and infinitely pathetic
Little man
And ask yourself
What is the fucking point
You finite and infinitely pathetic
Little man