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˚₊✧‧₊ first ever wyrm or lovely insect to receive special dispensation from the ould poachers of the wyrld egg to bleed Profusely in public.. full of love, empty of bladder ♡ ✩‧₊˚

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my guilty autumn pleasure is to visit the local orchard and inject helium into all the trees
photo of a hand holding an apple photo of an apple in the sky photo of an apple very high in the sky
November 1, 2025 at 8:23 PM
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the moon macchiating river skin licks me as helicopter searchings tonight, stadium speaker brawn gawping over water as posse siccings. a duck family saw my light and thought i’d kill them as i approached. but i don’t think anyone needs to do that, to anyone
October 31, 2025 at 11:53 PM
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a fuzzion hangargyre has flypods aplenty. grub in there igniting some of the fuel, i see.. ace bombinators will be none too pleased, so u better get moving, lil saboteur..
sunflower photo
October 25, 2025 at 8:44 PM
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tomorrow is shining like a razor blade
(american fascism in its occult science era harnesses the eternal underpower of kept eunuchs with tenuous grasps on the material realm, docilized with occasional trips to the smithsonian chrysalis exhibit) handler: we believe the clinton liberation front still has chocolate milk. full fat. freeze dried in the martha's vineyard bunker. we need you to commune with someone who can confirm or deny. he's named Balaam and his head is shaped like a bull's head, and his tail is like a serpent's tail, and his teeth are me, covered in shit, droolingly possessed by the restless spirit of a failed nerdcore rapper who thinks i'm his girlfriend and we're pregaming in his 2008 dorm room: check it out babe. in bed i'm daniel craig with his little finga. some bitches know that i keep it bazinga. yeeOWTCH cattle prod
June 13, 2025 at 11:51 PM
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a good mech name exudes neotenous insecurity: bravadic desperation, clownish self-effacement, pretension, deathlust. the moment you put on that big stupid coffin of an outfit you remember what you once feared to lose
• Stupid Answer • Good Guess • Zeitgeber • Say-No-More • Forgotten Boy • Hemoclyst • Fourth Time • Ponderosa • Pretty • Giftgiven • Geonomicon • Two Hands • Gelding • Calsomine • Are You Listening? • Hell
June 8, 2025 at 12:07 AM
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one of my favorite things is a pair of epigraphs in juxtaposition (i’m always saying this 🥴). this from Underland by @robgmacfarlane.bsky.social goes so fucking hard
“Is it dark down there Where the grass grows through the hair? Is it dark in the under-land of Null?” Helen Adam, 'Down There in the Dark', 1952 “The void migrates to the surface...” Advances in Geophysics, 2016
May 29, 2025 at 3:16 AM
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the Hinge AI is negging my answers and it’s working for me. do we think i have a shot with her??? 🥴
Screenshot of the Hinge app The prompt says: ‘My favorite off-brand LGBTQIA+ icon is’ The answer I wrote says: ‘the vastness of locusts which shall, as a cataract sloughed from the eye of the bomb-rosed sky, fall hale and hard upon our ailing histories and fuse them with our futures at exactly 7:34AM on the 21st of June, 2043’ The AI-generated criticism of my answer says: ‘Go a little deeper This response is very abstract; try a clearer point. What do you hope to see in 2043?’
May 13, 2025 at 1:37 AM
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oh, that’s so cool! reminds me of these beautifully clear decellularized spinach leaves they use as vascular scaffolds for tissue engineering
photo of a decellularized leaf with red bloodlike fluid being injected into it
April 2, 2025 at 6:44 PM
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seriously tho lmk if there are any publications you enjoy (tiny indie litmags included) that publish “dark scifi” or might otherwise be into a brutally violent story about childhood, disability, labor, & various beautiful effluents!!
Screenshot that reads: “Hey. Look. Will you look at me?” Madly says, touching Tom’s collar. “It’ll be okay. Yellowboy’s a hyperaccumulator. Sucks it all up and blooms, just like its mama.” Tom rattles his head like a paned pigeon. “What?” “Remember that year we worked out in the flats, scrubbing soil for Solacor? How they modded the grain like crazy to suck up the metal? It takes a lot of crisping but you can’t just mod any plant to do that. You gotta find a hyperaccumulator. Some species suck shit up, whatever you throw. They don’t even hate the poison. They just drink and drink, and they smile right in your fucking face.” Tom frowns. He remembers the red ruts his nape bore all autumn from shouldering sheaves of lead-heavy barley, stiff as sabres. Freakishly tall. His stooping to sweat in the graygold shade of their rattling ranks. “That’s so stupid, Madly. You’re so stupid.” “Yellowboy’s tough and tumble.” Madly gestures broadly and Tom follows her hand. He looks out at the smashed rhizome of the thoroughfare, a lurid bruise of rubber and unslept flesh more substance than stuff, a megalife made into a slurry of ore. He sees clotted garbage chutes lashed to reeking awnings and corvid cop drones pecking holes in a neighbor’s hands two stories down. “Someday it’ll spit this up in the face of the world and smile bright like a nuke,” Madly says. “Won’t you, baby?” Yellowboy looks up from its doodle on the passenger seat foam and clumsily caps the lipstick. “Tommy, mama said we get cricky later. Eat at the green and the birds,” it says, beaming.
March 16, 2025 at 11:17 PM
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i feel you. i sometimes wished it were more like 75:25 drama:humor rather than 50:50. but some of the jokes did have me unexpectedly cackling, like this bit with LeBlanc
Norco screenshot. A bartender named Gus cleans a glass. There’s a closeup of his friend LeBlanc, who’s wearing clown makeup. Dialogue: Gus: Brett. What in the world you got all over your face? What is that? LEBLANC: Bruh. It's nothing. Don't worry about it. It's just my look. Gus: You was just here a couple hours ago. What the hell happened? LEBLANC: It's just a look, Gus. A style. It's just my style. Let it rest.
March 13, 2025 at 2:28 AM
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play Norco. do you like cyberpunk? do you like ecofiction? gnostic /pol/ cults? corpoespionage? genetic jesus? laughing? dying of cancer? trying to save an autistic failson from a ravening horde of autistic failsons? clutching your mother’s corpse as it sinks in the bayou? please, play Norco
Screenshot of Norco. Pixel art. Closeup of the face of a bearded man, golden sigils on his forehead. Dialogue that reads: PAWPAW: SAINT NICHOLAS, HO HO HO! SANTA: PUP PUP YOU WRETCH, YOU FUCK. PAWPAW: YOU OLD IMMORTAL FUCK. SANTA : FUCKER. MOTHERFUCKER. PAWPAW: HO HO HO! SANTA: ARE YOU HERE FOR THAT GOOD STUFF?? That good nice stuff?? PAWPAW: Pour it in my mouth. Pack it in my throat with your rotten hands. Screenshot of Norco. Pixel art. An office with a woman’s corpse in the corner. A figure stands in silhouette at the window, looking out at the refinery. Closeup of their face in profile. Dialogue that reads: […] together before our journey begins. I've lived many lives. One of them I lived in this town. I watched them build this place. I watched the plantation land become machine land. No one minded me being here, waiting for all the pieces to assemble. They didn't notice me. Just like they didn't notice you. Timebombs are time machines. They release the future into the streets. This refinery was a timebomb with or without me.
March 12, 2025 at 8:01 PM
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i feel unwell, but mother’s here
brighter than i'd remembered
photo of an anglerfish swimming toward the sun
February 9, 2025 at 12:10 PM
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zooted & booted, looted & cuted (off the oxys / w the dippin dot sox / for my precious bones / duh) 🎀
hospital selfie uwu
January 31, 2025 at 5:42 AM
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mica to the pika’s paw

red leaf to spindrift

reflection to reflection
January 30, 2025 at 1:19 PM
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i saw her on the way to my FFS consult today and she sold what surgeons can’t. my worst friend held me back from plugging auger into mandible and sucking slurry. from oblating orbits to the casual reciprocation of her tread. from begging her to let my masseters drape, well as louche and long as hers
photo of an industrial pile driver
January 17, 2025 at 9:13 PM
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winter snails & their winter slimes
photo of ice on a river. a duck or goose has swum a trail through it. waterfowl prints on snow. photo of ducks & geese sleeping on the surface of a river.
January 15, 2025 at 5:05 PM
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if you’re near boston, come to the Model tonight at 8pm to hear @mayadeane.bsky.social, Adeline Wong, and me (w/ @robotleblanc.bsky.social as MC) read from our Embodied Exegesis stories and in the process collectively reinscribe cyberpunk as a subgenre of trans comedy
flyer reading: T4T t4treadings.com 21+ Embodied Exegesis Transfeminine Cyberpunk Futures Edited by Ann LeBlanc Featured Readers Maya Deane Adeline Wong Palimrya January 9th 2025 7pm Sign Up 8pm Open Mic 9pm Guests @ The Model Cafe Cash Bar No Cover
January 9, 2025 at 8:23 AM
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sorry but someone has to say it 🎄💅🏻
screenshot of text that reads: “i know this is a cold take by now but its honestly disturbing to me that christmas in modern america is literally like,, a competition to see how many christs you can birth from your womb in one day!! all these stinking mounds of rotten christflesh littering the midwest corridor, broad and soft as melted mountains, leaking holy leagues of evacuated bowels into tributaries, turning hellbound salmon to the surface to gulp for methane and we’re supposed to think this is rly fresh & festive.??? not to be all hitchens but i’m over it bitch!! give me something classy. lets name a mocktail “the manger”. lets legalize reindeer stuff but keep it taboo. lets pay mariah to make something up”
December 25, 2024 at 9:59 PM
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ugly guns are granted the spark of life by the god of small things upon creation. they have subjective experiences and make uncommonly rational decisions
screenshot of an excerpt from my story, "A Canyon of Blood for the Normalest Man Alive", which reads: "are you curious, Mister Presidents? about what’s in my hands? peer into the barrel. spy its ugly luster. a mega-dense bullet of purest crystal cringe, packed with unimaginable wronging power, just slight enough to slot into a Dardick .38 tround. do you understand now what you’re going to become? no. you’ve never worried a day. and don’t worry either over how i got the gun. it looks printed, but it’s not. i coughed this shit up on my fourth birthday. you know microplastic? how wombs grant us a few grams at birth? well, sometimes if you’re cringe enough it’s not polyester but a gun in your gut. and even if you suck at eye contact you don’t look a gift horse in the mouth." photo of a B&T Station SIX-9 pistol photo of a Dardick tround pistol photo of the homemade gun that was used to kill Shinzo Abe
December 7, 2024 at 6:46 AM
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behold: a wily clearcape disarms the clutch of spring traps that litter the jewelgyre of an inattentive fuzzion duchess. by the time the patterer returns from the olde hivey opera, all her chewy ringdents may be gone as gold
photo of a bug crawling on a flower
November 26, 2024 at 10:52 PM
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if you wanna mail something in my small massachusetts town you have to use this nighttime mailbox. anytime before nautical dusk (civil dusk if the cops like you) and they kill you on the spot. but the letters get mailed with extra power. it’s like attaching blackmail but it’s legal and supraethical
October 27, 2024 at 7:03 AM
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My first full-length story in five years, A Canyon of Blood for the Normalest Man Alive, sits alongside a slew of strange new cyberpunk lit in Embodied Exegesis. It’s a comedy, but it might be the most honest thing I’ve written. I hope you like it. Here's an excerpt and a dedication 🩸
August 28, 2024 at 7:07 PM