Meishang
@tigerbeam.bsky.social
I eat, I write and I yell at my dog for being too cute.
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September 24, 2025 at 4:22 AM
When we cross the threshold of person’ness of another and lay hands on their being, what is exchanged in the process? Is it an osmotic interchange? Or might it be a penetrative incursion?
May 16, 2025 at 1:41 PM
When we cross the threshold of person’ness of another and lay hands on their being, what is exchanged in the process? Is it an osmotic interchange? Or might it be a penetrative incursion?
You calculate all angles,
methodical, perpendicular, tangential.
I look for signs in philology and astronomy,
doublespeak, metaphors and ideologies.
Locked in a stony embrace
we calcify and crystallize,
into enduring fossils of magic and madness.
#vss365; involution #writingcommunity #poetry
methodical, perpendicular, tangential.
I look for signs in philology and astronomy,
doublespeak, metaphors and ideologies.
Locked in a stony embrace
we calcify and crystallize,
into enduring fossils of magic and madness.
#vss365; involution #writingcommunity #poetry
March 7, 2025 at 6:00 AM
You calculate all angles,
methodical, perpendicular, tangential.
I look for signs in philology and astronomy,
doublespeak, metaphors and ideologies.
Locked in a stony embrace
we calcify and crystallize,
into enduring fossils of magic and madness.
#vss365; involution #writingcommunity #poetry
methodical, perpendicular, tangential.
I look for signs in philology and astronomy,
doublespeak, metaphors and ideologies.
Locked in a stony embrace
we calcify and crystallize,
into enduring fossils of magic and madness.
#vss365; involution #writingcommunity #poetry
She dwelt only within that one lidded eye. Shifting, striding sinister and shapeless, within the periphery of O's mind. No light sought her and she looked for no solace. All that she was and could be was enfolded within that eye, asleep in the dark.
#vss365; penumbra #writingcommunity
#vss365; penumbra #writingcommunity
March 4, 2025 at 6:39 AM
She dwelt only within that one lidded eye. Shifting, striding sinister and shapeless, within the periphery of O's mind. No light sought her and she looked for no solace. All that she was and could be was enfolded within that eye, asleep in the dark.
#vss365; penumbra #writingcommunity
#vss365; penumbra #writingcommunity
In the crowd, all shades and shapes of people stand shoulder to shoulder, single file. Determination and purpose etched into their veneer like gloss coating. I queue in, perhaps to benefit from a commensal moment. In solidarity. I find myself greeted by the toilet door.
#vss365; balustrade
#vss365; balustrade
March 4, 2025 at 6:24 AM
In the crowd, all shades and shapes of people stand shoulder to shoulder, single file. Determination and purpose etched into their veneer like gloss coating. I queue in, perhaps to benefit from a commensal moment. In solidarity. I find myself greeted by the toilet door.
#vss365; balustrade
#vss365; balustrade
March 3, 2025 at 3:25 PM
ridged spine
broken backs rise,
step on it as you might.
still born from earth, swimming in skies
you tried.
#vss365; contour #poetry #cinquain #writingcommunity
broken backs rise,
step on it as you might.
still born from earth, swimming in skies
you tried.
#vss365; contour #poetry #cinquain #writingcommunity
February 28, 2025 at 1:05 AM
ridged spine
broken backs rise,
step on it as you might.
still born from earth, swimming in skies
you tried.
#vss365; contour #poetry #cinquain #writingcommunity
broken backs rise,
step on it as you might.
still born from earth, swimming in skies
you tried.
#vss365; contour #poetry #cinquain #writingcommunity
“I go to MY library after you fall asleep” is his first blatant lie. In the orange half-light, his round cheeks are ruddy, his sausage fingers, soft. Between each blink, his sleep turns to dreams and between every metamorphosis is your blood pledged allegiance to all his fables #vss365; interim
February 26, 2025 at 12:41 PM
“I go to MY library after you fall asleep” is his first blatant lie. In the orange half-light, his round cheeks are ruddy, his sausage fingers, soft. Between each blink, his sleep turns to dreams and between every metamorphosis is your blood pledged allegiance to all his fables #vss365; interim
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Whoever described generative AI as the aesthetic of fascism made a sharp point.
Complete batshit lunacy on the president's Truth Social account. Yes, he really posted this.
February 26, 2025 at 5:22 AM
Whoever described generative AI as the aesthetic of fascism made a sharp point.
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If you are fortunate enough to live to a certain age, the losses you must endure and absorb into the fabric of your being start to add up. Each loss feels heavier than the one before, and at some point, you realize you are always moments away from weeping at the ever-present weight of absence.
February 26, 2025 at 3:42 AM
If you are fortunate enough to live to a certain age, the losses you must endure and absorb into the fabric of your being start to add up. Each loss feels heavier than the one before, and at some point, you realize you are always moments away from weeping at the ever-present weight of absence.
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#vss365
cavalier warning:
don’t get your meat where you
get your thoroughbred
#thoroughbred #SenryuSunday
cavalier warning:
don’t get your meat where you
get your thoroughbred
#thoroughbred #SenryuSunday
February 23, 2025 at 11:07 AM
#vss365
cavalier warning:
don’t get your meat where you
get your thoroughbred
#thoroughbred #SenryuSunday
cavalier warning:
don’t get your meat where you
get your thoroughbred
#thoroughbred #SenryuSunday
What's a shiny scissor for,
if not to shear the overlong strands on my face?
Does a ratty haircut unbecome of me?
or a good mother unmake?
The hair will grow back, I say
to comfort your bitter tears,
cheeks still stinging,
ears still ringing.
#vss365; fringes #poetry #writingcommunity
if not to shear the overlong strands on my face?
Does a ratty haircut unbecome of me?
or a good mother unmake?
The hair will grow back, I say
to comfort your bitter tears,
cheeks still stinging,
ears still ringing.
#vss365; fringes #poetry #writingcommunity
February 26, 2025 at 3:41 AM
What's a shiny scissor for,
if not to shear the overlong strands on my face?
Does a ratty haircut unbecome of me?
or a good mother unmake?
The hair will grow back, I say
to comfort your bitter tears,
cheeks still stinging,
ears still ringing.
#vss365; fringes #poetry #writingcommunity
if not to shear the overlong strands on my face?
Does a ratty haircut unbecome of me?
or a good mother unmake?
The hair will grow back, I say
to comfort your bitter tears,
cheeks still stinging,
ears still ringing.
#vss365; fringes #poetry #writingcommunity
February 24, 2025 at 2:48 PM
It comes as a piercing ring,
a caterwaul of protest and criticism.
My damaged nautilus captures only pitch
but none of your sorrow.
An argyle of bitter and hostile.
I am half deaf
so I only smile.
#vss365 #sonic #writingcommunity
a caterwaul of protest and criticism.
My damaged nautilus captures only pitch
but none of your sorrow.
An argyle of bitter and hostile.
I am half deaf
so I only smile.
#vss365 #sonic #writingcommunity
February 24, 2025 at 10:58 AM
It comes as a piercing ring,
a caterwaul of protest and criticism.
My damaged nautilus captures only pitch
but none of your sorrow.
An argyle of bitter and hostile.
I am half deaf
so I only smile.
#vss365 #sonic #writingcommunity
a caterwaul of protest and criticism.
My damaged nautilus captures only pitch
but none of your sorrow.
An argyle of bitter and hostile.
I am half deaf
so I only smile.
#vss365 #sonic #writingcommunity
There are millions of dots. Maybe billions. Blanketing stipples on a spread of white floating above me. I'm the cream filling, a tangle of plasma and nerves. Underneath me is the cold embrace of wood and earth. Wind rattles the windows. Outside I see millions of dots. Maybe billions. #vssdaily
February 24, 2025 at 10:33 AM
There are millions of dots. Maybe billions. Blanketing stipples on a spread of white floating above me. I'm the cream filling, a tangle of plasma and nerves. Underneath me is the cold embrace of wood and earth. Wind rattles the windows. Outside I see millions of dots. Maybe billions. #vssdaily
I just wanna share this piece of gem.
youtu.be/z-tQUzZTVCw?...
Best deconstruction of how food is sacred. Food is integral to our stories.
youtu.be/z-tQUzZTVCw?...
Best deconstruction of how food is sacred. Food is integral to our stories.
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October 28, 2023 at 3:11 AM
I just wanna share this piece of gem.
youtu.be/z-tQUzZTVCw?...
Best deconstruction of how food is sacred. Food is integral to our stories.
youtu.be/z-tQUzZTVCw?...
Best deconstruction of how food is sacred. Food is integral to our stories.
I’ve literally been wanting to watch kdrama for the past three days and i Lee procrastinating on my leisure time. I don’t even understand my own logic here.
October 27, 2023 at 1:35 PM
I’ve literally been wanting to watch kdrama for the past three days and i Lee procrastinating on my leisure time. I don’t even understand my own logic here.
Is it ridiculous to ask for a staid and non-chaotic form of content perusal?
October 27, 2023 at 4:11 AM
Is it ridiculous to ask for a staid and non-chaotic form of content perusal?
On another note, I've been trying to use Obsidian with the zettelkasten method and like, I feel like I'm not chaotic enough for this
#frameworkthinking #obsidian #zettelkasten
#frameworkthinking #obsidian #zettelkasten
October 27, 2023 at 2:40 AM
On another note, I've been trying to use Obsidian with the zettelkasten method and like, I feel like I'm not chaotic enough for this
#frameworkthinking #obsidian #zettelkasten
#frameworkthinking #obsidian #zettelkasten