Dave Bridger
@the1066.bsky.social
Writer or poet or something. “I have ridden the mighty moon worm.”
I’m not a bot. Like this if you hate nazis. Stay woke and fuck shit up.
February 9, 2025 at 12:49 AM
I’m not a bot. Like this if you hate nazis. Stay woke and fuck shit up.
Anybody else see PM Justin Trudeau’s message to Americans and think “Wow, it’s so nice to listen to leader and a speaker that doesn’t word salad or blatantly lie every other statement.” Like, shit, man…I miss eloquence and statesmanship. So very much.
February 2, 2025 at 10:22 PM
Anybody else see PM Justin Trudeau’s message to Americans and think “Wow, it’s so nice to listen to leader and a speaker that doesn’t word salad or blatantly lie every other statement.” Like, shit, man…I miss eloquence and statesmanship. So very much.
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If you are in a red state, flood your Governor’s offices with phone calls demanding to know what the plan will be if Medicaid and Meals on Wheels and SNAP and Headstart don’t receive funding this week. This is on them for going along with a insane autocrat.
Call them. They knew.
Call them. They knew.
January 28, 2025 at 7:25 PM
If you are in a red state, flood your Governor’s offices with phone calls demanding to know what the plan will be if Medicaid and Meals on Wheels and SNAP and Headstart don’t receive funding this week. This is on them for going along with a insane autocrat.
Call them. They knew.
Call them. They knew.
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Poetry is just a conspiracy by Big Literature to sell metaphors
January 15, 2025 at 1:03 AM
Poetry is just a conspiracy by Big Literature to sell metaphors
That January feeling.
January 11, 2025 at 2:00 PM
That January feeling.
Screenshot and share. Then share it again. Then share it again and again and again.
January 4, 2025 at 5:54 PM
Screenshot and share. Then share it again. Then share it again and again and again.
My pronouns are “he.” Because I could never be him.
December 30, 2024 at 2:13 AM
My pronouns are “he.” Because I could never be him.
When life’s a lemon, grow peanuts 🫶🏻
December 30, 2024 at 12:10 AM
When life’s a lemon, grow peanuts 🫶🏻
The air this evening sang sweet memories. I stood there breathing deep into my past over the pallets of a Sunday sundown. There was music both behind and before the sunset—Apollo painted melodies across bars in a mellow magic hour gradient. The sound of colors played a symphony in verse and time.
December 29, 2024 at 11:28 PM
The air this evening sang sweet memories. I stood there breathing deep into my past over the pallets of a Sunday sundown. There was music both behind and before the sunset—Apollo painted melodies across bars in a mellow magic hour gradient. The sound of colors played a symphony in verse and time.
“Put your bodies upon the gears and upon the wheels ... upon the levers, upon all the apparatus, and you've got to make it stop! And you've got to indicate to the people who run it, to the people who own it, that unless you're free, the machine will be prevented from working at all!”
December 18, 2024 at 1:15 AM
“Put your bodies upon the gears and upon the wheels ... upon the levers, upon all the apparatus, and you've got to make it stop! And you've got to indicate to the people who run it, to the people who own it, that unless you're free, the machine will be prevented from working at all!”
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Talking to you, Nancy!!
December 17, 2024 at 11:33 PM
Talking to you, Nancy!!
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WE ARE STILL IN THIS.
Wipe your tears.
This is the difficult business of hope and defying expectation.
We do not give up.
We run through the tape.
Y’all aren’t allowed to throw in the towel until I do. 😉
Big breath. Locked in. Let’s do this.
Wipe your tears.
This is the difficult business of hope and defying expectation.
We do not give up.
We run through the tape.
Y’all aren’t allowed to throw in the towel until I do. 😉
Big breath. Locked in. Let’s do this.
December 17, 2024 at 3:58 AM
WE ARE STILL IN THIS.
Wipe your tears.
This is the difficult business of hope and defying expectation.
We do not give up.
We run through the tape.
Y’all aren’t allowed to throw in the towel until I do. 😉
Big breath. Locked in. Let’s do this.
Wipe your tears.
This is the difficult business of hope and defying expectation.
We do not give up.
We run through the tape.
Y’all aren’t allowed to throw in the towel until I do. 😉
Big breath. Locked in. Let’s do this.
Westward bound and chasing fire. San Francisco here we come.
December 17, 2024 at 2:09 AM
Westward bound and chasing fire. San Francisco here we come.
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Remember, even if you can't financial support a creator,
Sharing, commenting and reviewing are all incredible ways of helping out smaller creators which go so far.
Sharing, commenting and reviewing are all incredible ways of helping out smaller creators which go so far.
December 15, 2024 at 3:11 PM
Remember, even if you can't financial support a creator,
Sharing, commenting and reviewing are all incredible ways of helping out smaller creators which go so far.
Sharing, commenting and reviewing are all incredible ways of helping out smaller creators which go so far.
I mean for real tho.
December 16, 2024 at 1:00 AM
I mean for real tho.
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#suddenwords #poetry
Merely anachronistic
They longed for a future
That was the past
Better times
Venus before it's heating
Warp drive, a comeback
For the truth
They sold bit coins
Shady bits, lies
Somewhere on Mars
I'll meet you
Caress your oxygen
But, past to future passed
They cry red sand
Merely anachronistic
They longed for a future
That was the past
Better times
Venus before it's heating
Warp drive, a comeback
For the truth
They sold bit coins
Shady bits, lies
Somewhere on Mars
I'll meet you
Caress your oxygen
But, past to future passed
They cry red sand
December 13, 2024 at 5:39 PM
#suddenwords #poetry
Merely anachronistic
They longed for a future
That was the past
Better times
Venus before it's heating
Warp drive, a comeback
For the truth
They sold bit coins
Shady bits, lies
Somewhere on Mars
I'll meet you
Caress your oxygen
But, past to future passed
They cry red sand
Merely anachronistic
They longed for a future
That was the past
Better times
Venus before it's heating
Warp drive, a comeback
For the truth
They sold bit coins
Shady bits, lies
Somewhere on Mars
I'll meet you
Caress your oxygen
But, past to future passed
They cry red sand
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Looks like it’s time to start dusting off this ol’ guy again.
December 13, 2024 at 12:20 PM
Looks like it’s time to start dusting off this ol’ guy again.
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Take a moment to appreciate that Time had to fact check the man they named Man of the Year.
December 13, 2024 at 7:40 PM
Take a moment to appreciate that Time had to fact check the man they named Man of the Year.
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This cover is more like it.
December 13, 2024 at 6:07 PM
This cover is more like it.