Valethian (Nicholas Jolie)
@valethian.bsky.social
Composer, mystic, and writer conjuring visions of sound, language, and spirit. My current works—in progress—seek to merge the sensual with the sacred, the orchestral with the esoteric. A world is forming. You’re welcome to glimpse it as it unfolds.
They parade their “perfect family” like a shrine, all smiles and Sunday varnish — but sneer at you as if you’re the threat. Their wholesomeness is just rot in costume.
November 17, 2025 at 6:51 AM
They parade their “perfect family” like a shrine, all smiles and Sunday varnish — but sneer at you as if you’re the threat. Their wholesomeness is just rot in costume.
Bach was a miracle: music both cosmic and intimate, vast and tender. And yet the world barely noticed him while he lived.
November 17, 2025 at 5:44 AM
Bach was a miracle: music both cosmic and intimate, vast and tender. And yet the world barely noticed him while he lived.
Certain men flirt with other men in coded, electric ways because a woman anchors their straight identity. The relationship is the cover. Near a gay man, the cover fails; the charge dies instantly, exposing more truth than they can bear.
November 17, 2025 at 5:26 AM
Certain men flirt with other men in coded, electric ways because a woman anchors their straight identity. The relationship is the cover. Near a gay man, the cover fails; the charge dies instantly, exposing more truth than they can bear.
Let them underestimate me. A quiet storm is more dangerous than a loud one.
November 15, 2025 at 4:06 PM
Let them underestimate me. A quiet storm is more dangerous than a loud one.
Charlie Kirk denied empathy to women, Black people, queer and trans lives, even children slaughtered in schools. Now dead, his mourners beg for it. Trump stokes grievance, the MAGA-faithful parroting xenophobia. The final irony: empathy wasted on the corpse that spat on it.
September 11, 2025 at 8:01 PM
Charlie Kirk denied empathy to women, Black people, queer and trans lives, even children slaughtered in schools. Now dead, his mourners beg for it. Trump stokes grievance, the MAGA-faithful parroting xenophobia. The final irony: empathy wasted on the corpse that spat on it.
Every time Karoline Leavitt parrots Trump’s lies, that cross she flaunts should burn. She’s not serving God—she’s doing Satan’s PR. Trump buried Epstein’s secrets, dangles pardons like bait, and Leavitt, his ventriloquist’s doll, spews falsehoods on cue.
September 9, 2025 at 10:57 PM
Every time Karoline Leavitt parrots Trump’s lies, that cross she flaunts should burn. She’s not serving God—she’s doing Satan’s PR. Trump buried Epstein’s secrets, dangles pardons like bait, and Leavitt, his ventriloquist’s doll, spews falsehoods on cue.
Bill Nye: the TV tinkerer with a Cornell BS, bowtie, and brand deal on “science.” Dolph Lundgren: BS chemistry, BS/MS chemical engineering, Fulbright scholar, MIT. One plays a scientist on screen; the other could build a reactor between workouts. Credentials vs cosplay—pick your fighter.
September 9, 2025 at 4:42 PM
Bill Nye: the TV tinkerer with a Cornell BS, bowtie, and brand deal on “science.” Dolph Lundgren: BS chemistry, BS/MS chemical engineering, Fulbright scholar, MIT. One plays a scientist on screen; the other could build a reactor between workouts. Credentials vs cosplay—pick your fighter.
The cosmos doesn’t lack aliens—it’s drowning in them. They just have the good sense not to visit our petty carnival of cruelty, where we crown liars as kings, torch the future for profit, and call it progress. Why would any intelligence bother with Earth’s asylum of idiots?
September 9, 2025 at 4:30 PM
The cosmos doesn’t lack aliens—it’s drowning in them. They just have the good sense not to visit our petty carnival of cruelty, where we crown liars as kings, torch the future for profit, and call it progress. Why would any intelligence bother with Earth’s asylum of idiots?
“If your dream still lives, if that castle gleams just as brightly in your eyes, then it is your obligation to lay the stones that surround you now.”
— Void, Berserk
#Berserk #Void #Griffith #Eclipse #CastleOfDreams #KentaroMiura #DarkFantasy #MangaQuotes
— Void, Berserk
#Berserk #Void #Griffith #Eclipse #CastleOfDreams #KentaroMiura #DarkFantasy #MangaQuotes
September 8, 2025 at 2:21 AM
“If your dream still lives, if that castle gleams just as brightly in your eyes, then it is your obligation to lay the stones that surround you now.”
— Void, Berserk
#Berserk #Void #Griffith #Eclipse #CastleOfDreams #KentaroMiura #DarkFantasy #MangaQuotes
— Void, Berserk
#Berserk #Void #Griffith #Eclipse #CastleOfDreams #KentaroMiura #DarkFantasy #MangaQuotes
Skip defining yourself and you’re carved like roast beef for the end-times banquet—gnawed by televangelists, Wall Street ghouls, and horny suburbanites. You’ll be digested into their toxic diarrhea of dreams. Better to be your own nightmare than their appetizer.
September 5, 2025 at 6:26 PM
Skip defining yourself and you’re carved like roast beef for the end-times banquet—gnawed by televangelists, Wall Street ghouls, and horny suburbanites. You’ll be digested into their toxic diarrhea of dreams. Better to be your own nightmare than their appetizer.
Billy Porter scorched Snoop: Stop clutching pearls over gays—explain your rap sheet, your Trump-cooning minstrel act, and how you’ll justify that betrayal to your grandson. Morality ain’t your stage costume; it’s the ghost of your past that’ll sit beside him at dinner.
August 26, 2025 at 5:32 PM
Billy Porter scorched Snoop: Stop clutching pearls over gays—explain your rap sheet, your Trump-cooning minstrel act, and how you’ll justify that betrayal to your grandson. Morality ain’t your stage costume; it’s the ghost of your past that’ll sit beside him at dinner.
Not even kings could bribe Hades, nor cheat the Fates. Trump imagines he’ll talk his way into heaven—but like Orpheus fumbling Eurydice, he’ll be booted back down, unworthy of the blessed, still shouting deals into the dark.
August 26, 2025 at 5:41 AM
Not even kings could bribe Hades, nor cheat the Fates. Trump imagines he’ll talk his way into heaven—but like Orpheus fumbling Eurydice, he’ll be booted back down, unworthy of the blessed, still shouting deals into the dark.
Some are born with diplomatic immunity to stupidity. Others get a life sentence for honesty. Trump? He’s the sacred cow of idiocy—grazing freely while reason starves.
August 20, 2025 at 4:33 PM
Some are born with diplomatic immunity to stupidity. Others get a life sentence for honesty. Trump? He’s the sacred cow of idiocy—grazing freely while reason starves.
The Dakota, the Bramford’s 7A—castles in brick and stone, glittering like stolen crowns. Though 7A was born on sets, its soul is the Dakota’s. Give me Diane Wiest, velvet drapes, and gothic windows over sterile minimalism. Opulence is the only architecture worth living in.
August 15, 2025 at 2:44 AM
The Dakota, the Bramford’s 7A—castles in brick and stone, glittering like stolen crowns. Though 7A was born on sets, its soul is the Dakota’s. Give me Diane Wiest, velvet drapes, and gothic windows over sterile minimalism. Opulence is the only architecture worth living in.
Venice—Wagner’s favorite, my obsession. I dream of composing there, as Rodrigo did in Mozart in the Jungle. My friend Lamar urged me to move two decades ago; I still ache that I didn’t. Vienna may have been music’s heart, but Venice is its soul—a jeweled dream adrift on water.
August 15, 2025 at 2:18 AM
Venice—Wagner’s favorite, my obsession. I dream of composing there, as Rodrigo did in Mozart in the Jungle. My friend Lamar urged me to move two decades ago; I still ache that I didn’t. Vienna may have been music’s heart, but Venice is its soul—a jeweled dream adrift on water.
The world teems with people—gay, bi, straight. No need for closets, lies, or theater. Be who you are, boldly. Every minute spent in disguise is a theft from life. And spare the women deceived by men hiding in shadows—honesty wounds less than the slow bleed of betrayal.
August 15, 2025 at 1:43 AM
The world teems with people—gay, bi, straight. No need for closets, lies, or theater. Be who you are, boldly. Every minute spent in disguise is a theft from life. And spare the women deceived by men hiding in shadows—honesty wounds less than the slow bleed of betrayal.
One in five men admit to gay or bisexual desires—but in a culture that weaponizes attraction, the real numbers hide in shadows. No one tells a survey who they’ve touched in the dark; desire lives off record, whispered in bedrooms, denied in daylight, yet burning through the fabric of statistics.
August 15, 2025 at 12:45 AM
One in five men admit to gay or bisexual desires—but in a culture that weaponizes attraction, the real numbers hide in shadows. No one tells a survey who they’ve touched in the dark; desire lives off record, whispered in bedrooms, denied in daylight, yet burning through the fabric of statistics.
In Atlanta, young men in skirts turn sidewalks into runways—magnetic, dangerous, exquisite. The true scandal? A culture so brittle it politicizes joy. Conservatives preach “less government” while legislating fabric, terrified someone might savor freedom without their trembling permission.
August 14, 2025 at 2:32 PM
In Atlanta, young men in skirts turn sidewalks into runways—magnetic, dangerous, exquisite. The true scandal? A culture so brittle it politicizes joy. Conservatives preach “less government” while legislating fabric, terrified someone might savor freedom without their trembling permission.
Republicans are ‘pro-life’—unless it’s Black lives, queer lives, immigrant lives, women’s lives, poor lives, or schoolchildren’s lives. Then it’s pro-gun, pro-prison, pro-profit. It's not about life. It’s about control wrapped in the costume of morality.
July 18, 2025 at 4:26 PM
Republicans are ‘pro-life’—unless it’s Black lives, queer lives, immigrant lives, women’s lives, poor lives, or schoolchildren’s lives. Then it’s pro-gun, pro-prison, pro-profit. It's not about life. It’s about control wrapped in the costume of morality.
He slithered in like a satin sin—glistening, greedy, purring “just one episode” as he straddled your lap and claimed the night. Now he clings like a heatwave in July, moaning “our Netflix” with lips still wet from you, eyes drunk on control. He’s not your boyfriend—he’s your velvet addiction.
July 17, 2025 at 6:10 PM
He slithered in like a satin sin—glistening, greedy, purring “just one episode” as he straddled your lap and claimed the night. Now he clings like a heatwave in July, moaning “our Netflix” with lips still wet from you, eyes drunk on control. He’s not your boyfriend—he’s your velvet addiction.
CALL ME CRAZY—
But maybe treason, sedition, and domestic terror deserve the same microscopic scrutiny a President’s private parts once got. Imagine if coups were probed like Clinton’s cigar. We impeached over a blowjob—but shrugged at a noose in the Capitol rotunda. Priorities, right?
But maybe treason, sedition, and domestic terror deserve the same microscopic scrutiny a President’s private parts once got. Imagine if coups were probed like Clinton’s cigar. We impeached over a blowjob—but shrugged at a noose in the Capitol rotunda. Priorities, right?
July 17, 2025 at 2:36 AM
CALL ME CRAZY—
But maybe treason, sedition, and domestic terror deserve the same microscopic scrutiny a President’s private parts once got. Imagine if coups were probed like Clinton’s cigar. We impeached over a blowjob—but shrugged at a noose in the Capitol rotunda. Priorities, right?
But maybe treason, sedition, and domestic terror deserve the same microscopic scrutiny a President’s private parts once got. Imagine if coups were probed like Clinton’s cigar. We impeached over a blowjob—but shrugged at a noose in the Capitol rotunda. Priorities, right?
Mom: “No girls at the sleepover, got it?”
Me, already spooning the quarterback like it’s a honeymoon suite: “Crystal clear, Mother.”
There were no girls. Just two boys, one blanket, and a secret so warm it could ignite the mattress. Obedience never looked so forbidden. 😱😅
Me, already spooning the quarterback like it’s a honeymoon suite: “Crystal clear, Mother.”
There were no girls. Just two boys, one blanket, and a secret so warm it could ignite the mattress. Obedience never looked so forbidden. 😱😅
July 17, 2025 at 2:22 AM
Mom: “No girls at the sleepover, got it?”
Me, already spooning the quarterback like it’s a honeymoon suite: “Crystal clear, Mother.”
There were no girls. Just two boys, one blanket, and a secret so warm it could ignite the mattress. Obedience never looked so forbidden. 😱😅
Me, already spooning the quarterback like it’s a honeymoon suite: “Crystal clear, Mother.”
There were no girls. Just two boys, one blanket, and a secret so warm it could ignite the mattress. Obedience never looked so forbidden. 😱😅
Thought I’d get lightsabers and cosmic battles—downloaded this and now it’s Darth Daddy and his buff rebel ‘negotiating’ a truce one zipper at a time. The Force isn’t the only thing rising. Somewhere, George Lucas just sensed a disturbance far darker than the Death Star’s core.
July 14, 2025 at 6:31 AM
Thought I’d get lightsabers and cosmic battles—downloaded this and now it’s Darth Daddy and his buff rebel ‘negotiating’ a truce one zipper at a time. The Force isn’t the only thing rising. Somewhere, George Lucas just sensed a disturbance far darker than the Death Star’s core.
Imagine wasting your life brewing hate for me while I’m out here weaving wildflowers into my hair, blissfully deaf to your venom. I’m a garden untamed, a siren in sunlight—your bitterness dies thirsty in my shadow. Keep snarling—I’m too busy blooming to care you exist at all.
July 13, 2025 at 5:40 PM
Imagine wasting your life brewing hate for me while I’m out here weaving wildflowers into my hair, blissfully deaf to your venom. I’m a garden untamed, a siren in sunlight—your bitterness dies thirsty in my shadow. Keep snarling—I’m too busy blooming to care you exist at all.
As a kid, Doctor Who and Star Wars lit my mind on fire—Star Trek? Meh. Except Deep Space Nine, the rest felt stale. Never pegged Trekkies as closet bigots till I saw one warp Star Trek into MAGA filth. The irony? They preach inclusion while neck-deep in racist sludge. I’ll stick to my TARDIS.
July 13, 2025 at 5:37 PM
As a kid, Doctor Who and Star Wars lit my mind on fire—Star Trek? Meh. Except Deep Space Nine, the rest felt stale. Never pegged Trekkies as closet bigots till I saw one warp Star Trek into MAGA filth. The irony? They preach inclusion while neck-deep in racist sludge. I’ll stick to my TARDIS.