A Curious Light, Named "Pookah"
@pookrobson.bsky.social
Solivagant, but not misanthropist. Roleplayer, part-time gamer, AuDHD, multi-geek, multi-artistic, Pagan, poly, sex+, whimsical, #T1D. Gendervoid. Neutral Good. Pro-choice or GTFO. I’m told I’m good at writing stuff and taking pictures, too.
Anything else?
Anything else?
BONA LUPERCALIA!!!!
February 14, 2025 at 6:29 PM
BONA LUPERCALIA!!!!
Social-media is the new nightmare opiate of the masses, serving to keep them distracted, unbalanced, and too busy factionalising and fighting each other to be able to truly unite in any meaningful way.
It’s a devil wearing a halo.
It’s a devil wearing a halo.
February 13, 2025 at 9:52 PM
Social-media is the new nightmare opiate of the masses, serving to keep them distracted, unbalanced, and too busy factionalising and fighting each other to be able to truly unite in any meaningful way.
It’s a devil wearing a halo.
It’s a devil wearing a halo.
They confirmed Kennedy. I was holding out hope that Congress still had enough spine to surely put their foot down on THIS guy. But no. They’ve -completely- abdicated their responsibility to the American people with this.
When does enough become enough? When will “no” have meaning?
When does enough become enough? When will “no” have meaning?
February 13, 2025 at 7:18 PM
They confirmed Kennedy. I was holding out hope that Congress still had enough spine to surely put their foot down on THIS guy. But no. They’ve -completely- abdicated their responsibility to the American people with this.
When does enough become enough? When will “no” have meaning?
When does enough become enough? When will “no” have meaning?
I still hold hope there are better days to come, for no storm lasts forever. The Wheel of Fortune spins for everyone, and it never truly stops.
Hold fast.
Hold fast.
January 24, 2025 at 12:31 AM
I still hold hope there are better days to come, for no storm lasts forever. The Wheel of Fortune spins for everyone, and it never truly stops.
Hold fast.
Hold fast.
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Geologist finds rare formation inside rock that looks exactly like Cookie Monster on Sesame Street...
January 3, 2025 at 6:27 PM
Geologist finds rare formation inside rock that looks exactly like Cookie Monster on Sesame Street...
HEED.
Live your life such that you're remembered like Jimmy Carter and not Adolf Hitler. RIP sir.
December 29, 2024 at 11:09 PM
HEED.
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Rest in peace sir. Safe passage through Mictlan.
December 29, 2024 at 9:50 PM
Rest in peace sir. Safe passage through Mictlan.
Rest in Peace, Jimmy Carter. News just broke a few minutes ago.
December 29, 2024 at 10:03 PM
Rest in Peace, Jimmy Carter. News just broke a few minutes ago.
To those who observe, whether spiritual, secular, or both. :-) *shakes pompoms*
Winter is here, at last!
Winter is here, at last!
December 21, 2024 at 1:39 PM
To those who observe, whether spiritual, secular, or both. :-) *shakes pompoms*
Winter is here, at last!
Winter is here, at last!
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So, last night I learned about “Kiwi Farms” for the first time.
This isn’t just about simple political differences anymore, or a question of closed-minds versus open ones. You don’t offer a cookie to a rabid animal, you put it down for the good of society.
This is a war for civilisation.
This isn’t just about simple political differences anymore, or a question of closed-minds versus open ones. You don’t offer a cookie to a rabid animal, you put it down for the good of society.
This is a war for civilisation.
December 14, 2024 at 12:21 AM
So, last night I learned about “Kiwi Farms” for the first time.
This isn’t just about simple political differences anymore, or a question of closed-minds versus open ones. You don’t offer a cookie to a rabid animal, you put it down for the good of society.
This is a war for civilisation.
This isn’t just about simple political differences anymore, or a question of closed-minds versus open ones. You don’t offer a cookie to a rabid animal, you put it down for the good of society.
This is a war for civilisation.
Hearing about all those drones circling around wherever-it-is has me remembering an old classic from my adolescence:
(Front 242’s “Circling Overland”)
open.spotify.com/track/0NWr6n...
(Front 242’s “Circling Overland”)
open.spotify.com/track/0NWr6n...
Circling Overland
Front 242 · Front By Front · Song · 2014
open.spotify.com
December 13, 2024 at 10:21 AM
Hearing about all those drones circling around wherever-it-is has me remembering an old classic from my adolescence:
(Front 242’s “Circling Overland”)
open.spotify.com/track/0NWr6n...
(Front 242’s “Circling Overland”)
open.spotify.com/track/0NWr6n...
To all new friends here, heads up that I’ve got a very earthy sense of humour and I’m not at all ashamed of it.
December 12, 2024 at 6:35 PM
To all new friends here, heads up that I’ve got a very earthy sense of humour and I’m not at all ashamed of it.
HAHAHAHAHA!!!!
and when the sandwiches start taking off their clothes, we call them strip clubs. ok, thank you for following
December 11, 2024 at 8:30 AM
HAHAHAHAHA!!!!
When does enough become enough?
When does “no” have meaning?
When does “no” have meaning?
December 10, 2024 at 10:04 PM
When does enough become enough?
When does “no” have meaning?
When does “no” have meaning?
Reposting to boost the signal. Heed, my droogs!
December 10, 2024 at 9:49 PM
Reposting to boost the signal. Heed, my droogs!
It took five loads, but the laundry-pile appears to have finally lapsed back into non-sentience.
Oof, I say. Oof.
Oof, I say. Oof.
December 9, 2024 at 10:57 PM
It took five loads, but the laundry-pile appears to have finally lapsed back into non-sentience.
Oof, I say. Oof.
Oof, I say. Oof.
SHIIIINNNNYYYYYY!!!!!
December 9, 2024 at 2:52 AM
SHIIIINNNNYYYYYY!!!!!
From my closet comes a rustling,
Something moving, something tussling,
I hear the sound of tortured cries,
A chorus of pathetic “why?”s,
A thump upon the closet door,
“Let us out, you son of a whore!”
I knew this day would come to pass,
My dirty laundry-pile’s reached critical mass.
Something moving, something tussling,
I hear the sound of tortured cries,
A chorus of pathetic “why?”s,
A thump upon the closet door,
“Let us out, you son of a whore!”
I knew this day would come to pass,
My dirty laundry-pile’s reached critical mass.
December 8, 2024 at 10:01 PM
From my closet comes a rustling,
Something moving, something tussling,
I hear the sound of tortured cries,
A chorus of pathetic “why?”s,
A thump upon the closet door,
“Let us out, you son of a whore!”
I knew this day would come to pass,
My dirty laundry-pile’s reached critical mass.
Something moving, something tussling,
I hear the sound of tortured cries,
A chorus of pathetic “why?”s,
A thump upon the closet door,
“Let us out, you son of a whore!”
I knew this day would come to pass,
My dirty laundry-pile’s reached critical mass.
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Thanks for the repost, Noah. Apparently there isn't much we can do now for any lists we may be on that we don't want to be on. People just need to be wary about following & blocking lists or at least look closely. I've heard of blue accounts getting mixed in with "other" types of accounts
December 5, 2024 at 2:34 AM
Thanks for the repost, Noah. Apparently there isn't much we can do now for any lists we may be on that we don't want to be on. People just need to be wary about following & blocking lists or at least look closely. I've heard of blue accounts getting mixed in with "other" types of accounts
Just another one of those nights when pressure mounts on all fronts—physical, emotional, and mental—driving me into the calming embrace of dear Mother Sativa.
Papaya Power, take me away!!
Papaya Power, take me away!!
December 8, 2024 at 3:06 AM
Just another one of those nights when pressure mounts on all fronts—physical, emotional, and mental—driving me into the calming embrace of dear Mother Sativa.
Papaya Power, take me away!!
Papaya Power, take me away!!
Though a cold and terrible night fast approaches, I shall not lose my faith in the sun.
December 7, 2024 at 11:11 PM
Though a cold and terrible night fast approaches, I shall not lose my faith in the sun.
I awaken this morning with a fierce longing to drink from that mystifying chalice of wonder found at the juncture of a woman’s legs. It’s been far too long.
December 7, 2024 at 6:23 PM
I awaken this morning with a fierce longing to drink from that mystifying chalice of wonder found at the juncture of a woman’s legs. It’s been far too long.
Well, I was GOING to do laundry…
December 7, 2024 at 11:21 AM
Well, I was GOING to do laundry…