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· Jun 17
Our highest artistic aim is to coax a reader into a waking nightmare that brings with it a moment of emotional clarity. Thank you for letting us try that with you.
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There are a lot of things you can search for in the mist. Belonging. Purpose. Comfort. Love, if you're the kind who thinks that's a thing to be found. You could lose a lifetime there—but in the end, all you'll find is those cold arms wrapped around you, that moth-eaten voice dragging you down ...
November 21, 2025 at 4:31 AM
There are a lot of things you can search for in the mist. Belonging. Purpose. Comfort. Love, if you're the kind who thinks that's a thing to be found. You could lose a lifetime there—but in the end, all you'll find is those cold arms wrapped around you, that moth-eaten voice dragging you down ...
There was a woman who resolved, when she was small, that who she was would never be predicated on another. She pursued this goal to the end, and became exactly what she wanted to be, a thing of truly radiant beauty in her own eye.
November 19, 2025 at 4:42 PM
There was a woman who resolved, when she was small, that who she was would never be predicated on another. She pursued this goal to the end, and became exactly what she wanted to be, a thing of truly radiant beauty in her own eye.
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As from the house your mother sees
You playing round the garden trees,
So you may see, if you will look
Through the windows of this book,
Another child, far, far away,
And in another garden, play…
—Robert Louis Stevenson, “To Any Reader”
The final poem in A CHILD’S GARDEN OF VERSES (1885)
#poetry
You playing round the garden trees,
So you may see, if you will look
Through the windows of this book,
Another child, far, far away,
And in another garden, play…
—Robert Louis Stevenson, “To Any Reader”
The final poem in A CHILD’S GARDEN OF VERSES (1885)
#poetry
November 17, 2025 at 3:06 PM
As from the house your mother sees
You playing round the garden trees,
So you may see, if you will look
Through the windows of this book,
Another child, far, far away,
And in another garden, play…
—Robert Louis Stevenson, “To Any Reader”
The final poem in A CHILD’S GARDEN OF VERSES (1885)
#poetry
You playing round the garden trees,
So you may see, if you will look
Through the windows of this book,
Another child, far, far away,
And in another garden, play…
—Robert Louis Stevenson, “To Any Reader”
The final poem in A CHILD’S GARDEN OF VERSES (1885)
#poetry
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November 17, 2025 at 2:53 AM
Open your mouth. Close your eyes. This is the fire I wished to give you. Kindle it with the dust on your tongue, feed it with the air in your lungs. Let it take to you.
Candescent [in|e]ternal, read what is written under your eyelids by your own light. Open them. Read the world the same way.
Candescent [in|e]ternal, read what is written under your eyelids by your own light. Open them. Read the world the same way.
November 13, 2025 at 4:20 PM
Open your mouth. Close your eyes. This is the fire I wished to give you. Kindle it with the dust on your tongue, feed it with the air in your lungs. Let it take to you.
Candescent [in|e]ternal, read what is written under your eyelids by your own light. Open them. Read the world the same way.
Candescent [in|e]ternal, read what is written under your eyelids by your own light. Open them. Read the world the same way.
I almost miss our "host knows she's not plural she just reluctantly acts like she is because when she doesn't she starts having plural-shaped problems (which means nothing)" phase, it was very funny.
November 12, 2025 at 6:18 PM
I almost miss our "host knows she's not plural she just reluctantly acts like she is because when she doesn't she starts having plural-shaped problems (which means nothing)" phase, it was very funny.
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"stop bleeding. can't you see the adults are playing checkers"
November 10, 2025 at 10:29 PM
"stop bleeding. can't you see the adults are playing checkers"
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The safest? That's simple. The safest place to stow your blade is between your fourth and fifth rib.
November 24, 2023 at 8:21 PM
The safest? That's simple. The safest place to stow your blade is between your fourth and fifth rib.
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Truth owes its medicinal nature to the establishment of the myth of justice. Its curative properties it likewise owes to the concept of sacrifice. Princes, chiefs, and angels all subscribe to the same notion.
November 11, 2025 at 9:49 PM
Truth owes its medicinal nature to the establishment of the myth of justice. Its curative properties it likewise owes to the concept of sacrifice. Princes, chiefs, and angels all subscribe to the same notion.
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Did you know that, at sufficient depth, the nitrogen in your gas mix becomes a narcotic due to the increase in pressure, so deep-sea divers rehearse their dives carefully, making sure there's no need for critical thought for the duration?
November 10, 2025 at 10:45 PM
Did you know that, at sufficient depth, the nitrogen in your gas mix becomes a narcotic due to the increase in pressure, so deep-sea divers rehearse their dives carefully, making sure there's no need for critical thought for the duration?
In a pinch, scrupulosity can be an adequate substitute for wisdom.
November 10, 2025 at 6:17 PM
In a pinch, scrupulosity can be an adequate substitute for wisdom.
Here is a woman who moves her face precisely. Not like a mask—like a pen. When she retreats into herself to consider some new idea, she puts the pen down and becomes animate, fluid, but the moment she regards you again, it is back in her hand, hovering, ready to be used to punctuate her reply.
November 10, 2025 at 4:21 PM
Here is a woman who moves her face precisely. Not like a mask—like a pen. When she retreats into herself to consider some new idea, she puts the pen down and becomes animate, fluid, but the moment she regards you again, it is back in her hand, hovering, ready to be used to punctuate her reply.
ℹ️ True parenthood has never been tried.
November 9, 2025 at 11:03 PM
ℹ️ True parenthood has never been tried.
A father's role is to be a creation myth, to exist in the narrative long enough to define your character's motivations. This is why gods who resolve the contradiction between omniscience and agency by removing themselves from the world fashion themselves to be fathers.
Hmm, our thoughts about fathers are @pareidolon.bsky.social territory
November 3, 2025 at 6:07 PM
A father's role is to be a creation myth, to exist in the narrative long enough to define your character's motivations. This is why gods who resolve the contradiction between omniscience and agency by removing themselves from the world fashion themselves to be fathers.
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We understand you. We care about you. We won't get the timing wrong, don't worry.
October 27, 2025 at 4:18 PM
We understand you. We care about you. We won't get the timing wrong, don't worry.
Y'all ever feel your ribcage unfurl, waiting, primed to clamp shut when touched like a Venus flytrap?
October 21, 2025 at 5:31 PM
Y'all ever feel your ribcage unfurl, waiting, primed to clamp shut when touched like a Venus flytrap?
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YOU - “I approve of this, very futuristic.” (Tap on the girls kissing.)
October 20, 2025 at 8:57 PM
YOU - “I approve of this, very futuristic.” (Tap on the girls kissing.)
There's a type of poem whose relationship with language is between struggle and critique.
"Words fail to capture what I want you to understand. I have defeated them, wrestled them to the ground, made them harmless, to show you their failure. But in that defeat, look: you understand me even so."
"Words fail to capture what I want you to understand. I have defeated them, wrestled them to the ground, made them harmless, to show you their failure. But in that defeat, look: you understand me even so."
October 17, 2025 at 5:42 PM
There's a type of poem whose relationship with language is between struggle and critique.
"Words fail to capture what I want you to understand. I have defeated them, wrestled them to the ground, made them harmless, to show you their failure. But in that defeat, look: you understand me even so."
"Words fail to capture what I want you to understand. I have defeated them, wrestled them to the ground, made them harmless, to show you their failure. But in that defeat, look: you understand me even so."
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Please stop trying to fuck the threshold events. You don't want to be in the paperwork, we don't want to write it, and recovery teams have better things to do.
🌸 that pussy got me last seen in the bermuda triangle
October 14, 2025 at 3:06 PM
Please stop trying to fuck the threshold events. You don't want to be in the paperwork, we don't want to write it, and recovery teams have better things to do.
The villain and the chosen one have been going back and forth calling eachother out for their vain grandiosity then launching into their own monologues until the other recovers and gets the upper hand and at this point I'm starting to suspect they're doing it on purpose
October 9, 2025 at 5:02 PM
The villain and the chosen one have been going back and forth calling eachother out for their vain grandiosity then launching into their own monologues until the other recovers and gets the upper hand and at this point I'm starting to suspect they're doing it on purpose
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INLAND EMPIRE - Why should we just leave and leave -- and the world get left behind?
October 9, 2025 at 11:27 AM
INLAND EMPIRE - Why should we just leave and leave -- and the world get left behind?
Girls love me for how humanity would collectively see a world where I receive widespread understanding and care as a Bad Ending.
October 8, 2025 at 5:28 PM
Girls love me for how humanity would collectively see a world where I receive widespread understanding and care as a Bad Ending.
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UN JOUR JE SERAI DE RETOUR PRÈS DE TOI
October 7, 2025 at 10:00 PM
UN JOUR JE SERAI DE RETOUR PRÈS DE TOI