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Piper Furiosa (she/they) 🇵🇸🏴
@piperfuriosa.bsky.social
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∙Post-Doom ∙Anti-Fascist ∙Anti-Oppression ∙Eco-Anarchist Feminist ∙Satanic Witch ∙Land Back ∙Queer RiotGrrl∙ Goth ∙AuADHD Writer/Poet
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November 20, 2025 at 9:26 PM
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"jesus, I see what you’ve done for other people, and i want that for me" meme
November 16, 2025 at 4:50 AM
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Every Yule needs its Krampus.
Tiny, 60s cartoon Krampus dancing with a redheaded woman in a kinda skimpy burlesque outfit and big, feathered hat.
November 13, 2025 at 8:41 PM
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As the saying on old public clocks went:
"Vulnerant omnes, ultima necat (They all wound, and the last kills)."
A stone sundial in a wall, inscribed "Vulnerant omnes, ultima necat," Latin for: "they all wound, and the last kills."
November 13, 2025 at 8:31 PM
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This quote is from this essay by Audrey Lorde: sites.rutgers.edu/teaching-aga...
.. poetry is not a luxury. It is a vital necessity of our existence. It forms the quality of the light within which we predicate our hopes and dreams toward survival and change, first made into language, then into idea, then into more tangible action. Poetry is the way we help give name to the nameless so it can be thought. The farthest horizons of our hopes and fears are cobbled by our poems, carved from the rock experiences of our daily lives. Audre Lorde
November 2, 2025 at 11:56 PM
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His entire administration would need to commit seppuku to stop the real terrorists, but I don't see that happening...
Screenshot of NBC News story: Headline: "'Happy Halloween!': DHS spokeswoman responds to report of immigration agents wearing horror masks in L.A. The story by a local news site featured images posted to social media showing what the outlet says were agents in unmarked cars donning Chucky and Momo masks. ICE agents in masks." Description of photo below headline: "An unmarked car left an ICE staging area in Los Angeles on Wednesday with a person inside wearing a Chucky mask, according to the Harbor Area Peace Patrol group.Courtesy Harbor Area Peace Patrol"
November 2, 2025 at 1:55 PM
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Made me miss your handsome face when I saw it. :)
October 31, 2025 at 7:59 PM
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And the biggest fright I can offer you: cheerfulness.
A Vampire poses with his thumb up atop a caption that says 'yesferatu '
October 31, 2025 at 11:42 AM
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Happy Halloween! As a goth, I am required to remind you that Halloween is a lifestyle. So, to paraphrase Scrooge:

Honour Halloween in your heart, and try to keep it all the year!
A patch by artist Cat Coven that shows a Jack-o'-lantern wearing a witch's hat with bat wings that says, "Halloween is a lifestyle."
October 31, 2025 at 10:41 AM
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Happy Halloween, Doomsferatu.
(The image comes from here, to give credit: www.reddit.com/r/painting/s...)
Social anxiety Nosferatu trick or treating. Painting, oil over white gouache, on a black 11x14 canvas
October 31, 2025 at 10:31 AM
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I need to read more about the “'postapocalyptic environmentalism', as described by political scientist Joost de Moor" that they describe:
relates to “postapocalyptic environmentalism”, as described by political scientist Joost de Moor: a narrative that is widely present in climate change movements which indicates that mass human suffering is inevitable, that society as we know it cannot continue, and that mass extinction and social crisis will ensue (De Moor 2022).
October 28, 2025 at 8:51 PM
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From the introduction to "The Collected Communiques of
Individualists Tending Toward the Wild":
One may ask: when life is no longer about winning or losing, or about getting what you deserve from a system that has wronged you, or even about vengeance (a slight variation of the prior), when life is no longer one drowned in great purpose, what are you left with? Some find this sentiment depressing, so they try their best to sup- press the skeptics’ contrary thoughts with grand stories of together- ness and fantasy — an image of freedom and wildness only fit for a Disney film. When you start with your feet positioned firmly on the ground, with a thorough understanding of yourself and your surroundings, you may move at your own pace and with your own purpose. Purpose then becomes void of the idealistic dreams for a new and perfect world, unobstructed by the neurotic fear of failure and consequent obsessions. What each one of us allows to fill this nothingness is up to us, it is ours to create and ours to destroy.
October 28, 2025 at 8:40 PM
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www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/45723/...
There's a certain Slant of light, (320) By Emily Dickinson Share There's a certain Slant of light, Winter Afternoons – That oppresses, like the Heft Of Cathedral Tunes – Heavenly Hurt, it gives us – We can find no scar, But internal difference – Where the Meanings, are – None may teach it – Any – 'Tis the seal Despair – An imperial affliction Sent us of the Air – When it comes, the Landscape listens – Shadows – hold their breath – When it goes, 'tis like the Distance On the look of Death –
October 28, 2025 at 7:34 PM
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October 24, 2025 at 8:19 PM
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Seriously. I've been teetering on the edge of being a much more leftist Ted Kaczynski for a while now, and this is not helping...
The meme labeled the "Just Kidding Star." It's a bright yellow cartoon star that smiling widely. Below this is the text: "Post this star when you're just kidding, so that your buddies know if you're just joking around."
October 23, 2025 at 10:33 PM
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"We Should Be Well Prepared" by Mary Oliver:
We Should Be Well Prepared by Mary Oliver The way the plovers cry goodbye. The way the dead fox keeps on looking down the hill with open eye. The way the leaves fall, and then there’s the long wait. The way someone says we must never meet again. The way mold spots the cake, The way sourness overtakes the cream. The way the river water rushes by, never to return. The way the days go by, never to return. The way somebody comes back, but only in a dream
October 23, 2025 at 6:53 PM
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I literally can't teach high school English online because of Amazon. It's bizarre.
A Canvas (online education platform) error that says, "Canvas is experiencing issues due to an ongoing AWS incident. We are working on recovering as soon as possible. You can follow the status of the issue at https://health.aws.amazon.com/health/status and https://status.instructure.com/"
October 20, 2025 at 5:24 PM
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Who knew that letting a company like Amazon have such a complete monopoly on almost everything that its outage shuts down even online educational interfaces (like Canvas) is a bad thing?!? /sarcasm
#NoShit
An error screen for the online educational platform Canvas, saying: "Canvas is experiencing issues due to an ongoing AWS incident. We are working on recovering as soon as possible. You can follow the status of the issue at https://health.aws.amazon.com/health/status and https://status.instructure.com/"
October 20, 2025 at 1:38 PM
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If #6 happens, me and the hellish crusade are ready for old Jesus.
Death Leading Hell's Army painting
October 18, 2025 at 10:15 AM
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George said it much more concisely and with humor, but see also Camus:
There is thus a metaphysical honor in enduring the world’s absurdity. Conquest or play-acting, multiple loves, absurd revolt are tributes that man pays to his dignity in a campaign in which he is defeated in advance. It is merely a matter of being faithful to the rule of the battle. That thought may suffice to sustain a mind; it has supported and still supports whole civilizations. War cannot be negated. One must live it or die of it. So it is with the absurd: it is a question of breathing with it, of recognizing its lessons and recovering their flesh. In this regard the absurd joy par excellence is creation. “Art and nothing but art,” said Nietzsche; “we have art in order not to die of the truth.”
October 17, 2025 at 7:56 PM
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From The Myth of Sisyphus by Camus:
There is thus a metaphysical honor in enduring the world’s absurdity. Conquest or play-acting, multiple loves, absurd revolt are tributes that man pays to his dignity in a campaign in which he is defeated in advance. It is merely a matter of being faithful to the rule of the battle. That thought may suffice to sustain a mind; it has supported and still supports whole civilizations. War cannot be negated. One must live it or die of it. So it is with the absurd: it is a question of breathing with it, of recognizing its lessons and recovering their flesh. In this regard the absurd joy par excellence is creation. “Art and nothing but art,” said Nietzsche; “we have art in order not to die of the truth.”
October 16, 2025 at 3:14 PM
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The new Yorgos Lanthimos movie Bugonia is doing some ARG-style marketing. Saw this on Reddit. The info on the website's literally straight from the plot enough that I can tell what's going on from only having seen the trailer, but still good on them!
www.humanresistancehq.com
October 16, 2025 at 11:15 AM
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poets.org/poem/nothing...
"Nothing Wants to Suffer" By Danusha Laméris "(after Linda Hogan) Nothing wants to suffer. Not the wind as it scrapes itself against the cliff. Not the cliff being eaten, slowly, by the sea. The earth does not want to suffer the rough tread of those who do not notice it. The trees do not want to suffer the axe, nor see their sisters felled by root rot, mildew, rust. The coyote in its den. The puma stalking its prey. These, too, want ease and a tender animal in the mouth to take their hunger. An offering, one hopes, made quickly, and without much suffering. The chair mourns an angry sitter. The lamp, a scalded moth. A table, the weight of years of argument. We know this, though we forget. Not the shark nor the tiger, fanged as they are. Nor the worm, content in its windowless world of soil and stone. Not the stone, resting in its riverbed. The riverbed, gazing up at the stars. Least of all, the stars, ensconced in their canopy, looking down at all of us— their offspring— scattered so far beyond reach." Copyright © 2021 by Danusha Laméris. Originally published in Poem-a-Day on April 9, 2021, by the Academy of American Poets.
October 15, 2025 at 8:38 PM
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October 15, 2025 at 7:45 PM
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TRILLIUMS "Every spring among the ambiguities of childhood the hillsides grew white with the wild trilliums. I believed in the world. Oh, I wanted to be easy in the peopled kingdoms, to take my place there, but there was none that I could find shaped like me. So I entered through the tender buds, I crossed the cold creek, my backbone and my thin and white shoulders unfolding and stretching. From the time of snow-melt when the creek roared and the mud slid and the seeds cracked, I listened to the earth-talk, the root-wrangle, the arguments of energy, the dreams lying just under the surface, then rising, becoming at the last moment flaring and luminous — the patient parable of every spring and hillside year after difficult year." -- Mary Oliver, Dream Work (New York: Atlantic Monthly Press, 1986), pp. 10-11.
October 12, 2025 at 8:16 PM