@slompyromper.bsky.social
/my perfect food is the universe/,
says the hungry god
and we carve our names into its many shins
_like playing pretend
in the woods
we think the smoke is mood lighting
and fail to recognize
the brand-deal of our own hearts
offered as sacrifice by
those
to which
they do not belong .
says the hungry god
and we carve our names into its many shins
_like playing pretend
in the woods
we think the smoke is mood lighting
and fail to recognize
the brand-deal of our own hearts
offered as sacrifice by
those
to which
they do not belong .
October 27, 2025 at 10:18 PM
/my perfect food is the universe/,
says the hungry god
and we carve our names into its many shins
_like playing pretend
in the woods
we think the smoke is mood lighting
and fail to recognize
the brand-deal of our own hearts
offered as sacrifice by
those
to which
they do not belong .
says the hungry god
and we carve our names into its many shins
_like playing pretend
in the woods
we think the smoke is mood lighting
and fail to recognize
the brand-deal of our own hearts
offered as sacrifice by
those
to which
they do not belong .
our thoughts
are like dust and dog hair collecting in tumbleweeds on the floor
gaining mass and traveling like pilgrim galaxy clouds around the house
the universe and everything is just
where a lazy concept of god fails to sweep
or
doesn’t
yet
are like dust and dog hair collecting in tumbleweeds on the floor
gaining mass and traveling like pilgrim galaxy clouds around the house
the universe and everything is just
where a lazy concept of god fails to sweep
or
doesn’t
yet
October 27, 2025 at 10:13 PM
our thoughts
are like dust and dog hair collecting in tumbleweeds on the floor
gaining mass and traveling like pilgrim galaxy clouds around the house
the universe and everything is just
where a lazy concept of god fails to sweep
or
doesn’t
yet
are like dust and dog hair collecting in tumbleweeds on the floor
gaining mass and traveling like pilgrim galaxy clouds around the house
the universe and everything is just
where a lazy concept of god fails to sweep
or
doesn’t
yet
hellhound / glitchhound
April 29, 2025 at 12:02 AM
hellhound / glitchhound
a godless-driveby prayer
for roadkill and all mankind
we’re still out here, hoping.
for roadkill and all mankind
we’re still out here, hoping.
April 3, 2025 at 1:08 AM
a godless-driveby prayer
for roadkill and all mankind
we’re still out here, hoping.
for roadkill and all mankind
we’re still out here, hoping.
