Rose says Bluesky is for art, so here it is. I only do art in analogue.

Every time I cook spaghetti I think about lesbians.

I can't stop thinking about this bug I saw on Saturday. The more I do, the more certain I become that ot must have been a human cursed by some evil magic to live out their life as an insect.

I didn't get a picture.

I'll never stop being angry that I can't see all the colors birds can see. Forget shrimp. I can accept that I'll never have shrimp colors. But to desire bird colors, I don't think that's too much to ask.

Do you think tongues and teeth have a flavor, but we're just so used to it that we can't taste it?

I've been vegetarian for 8 years, but some days I just really wanna buy an entire rotisserie chicken and devour it in my car in the grocery store parking lot like a feral animal, ya know?