Whirlochre
@whirlochre.bsky.social
Writing fiction in a Cosmos cast from shrapnel-haunts of fact.
Singularly unimpressed by oppressive groups.
Singularly unimpressed by oppressive groups.
December 23, 2025 at 7:05 PM
Seems all the revealing Epstein docs have been redacted.
Like a game of Tetris using letters from banned books.
Like a game of Tetris using letters from banned books.
December 21, 2025 at 9:35 AM
Seems all the revealing Epstein docs have been redacted.
Like a game of Tetris using letters from banned books.
Like a game of Tetris using letters from banned books.
Turns out the civilisational erasure of America back in the day was mostly down to White Europeans.
Oh well ... different hats now, I suppose.
Oh well ... different hats now, I suppose.
December 10, 2025 at 8:11 PM
Turns out the civilisational erasure of America back in the day was mostly down to White Europeans.
Oh well ... different hats now, I suppose.
Oh well ... different hats now, I suppose.
Civilizational erasure
is eugenics
+ 5 invasive
syllables.
is eugenics
+ 5 invasive
syllables.
December 8, 2025 at 5:26 PM
Civilizational erasure
is eugenics
+ 5 invasive
syllables.
is eugenics
+ 5 invasive
syllables.
It's been
Rufarm
since 2016.
No black.
No white.
No inbetween.
Sold, without
purchase,
as unseen.
Gut reacts
modded
from spleen.
Rufarm
since 2016.
No black.
No white.
No inbetween.
Sold, without
purchase,
as unseen.
Gut reacts
modded
from spleen.
December 7, 2025 at 7:10 PM
It's been
Rufarm
since 2016.
No black.
No white.
No inbetween.
Sold, without
purchase,
as unseen.
Gut reacts
modded
from spleen.
Rufarm
since 2016.
No black.
No white.
No inbetween.
Sold, without
purchase,
as unseen.
Gut reacts
modded
from spleen.
When the flames they are a fanning,
time to wheel out Bernard Manning.
time to wheel out Bernard Manning.
December 5, 2025 at 8:35 AM
When the flames they are a fanning,
time to wheel out Bernard Manning.
time to wheel out Bernard Manning.
Innumerable
slight
slight
shifts
from the clearly viewable
(as seen and sold)
fire up your heart
till your blood
runs ...
cold
cold
cold
cold
cold.
slight
slight
shifts
from the clearly viewable
(as seen and sold)
fire up your heart
till your blood
runs ...
cold
cold
cold
cold
cold.
December 2, 2025 at 7:30 PM
Innumerable
slight
slight
shifts
from the clearly viewable
(as seen and sold)
fire up your heart
till your blood
runs ...
cold
cold
cold
cold
cold.
slight
slight
shifts
from the clearly viewable
(as seen and sold)
fire up your heart
till your blood
runs ...
cold
cold
cold
cold
cold.
Almost certainly,
the inevitable
will never happen.
So why
speculate?
the inevitable
will never happen.
So why
speculate?
November 29, 2025 at 11:47 PM
Almost certainly,
the inevitable
will never happen.
So why
speculate?
the inevitable
will never happen.
So why
speculate?
Banter,
as
phantoms
may never
witness,
is likely
the talk
of the dead.
You wonder
why flesh
& blood
mortals
can't talk
about something
else
instead.
as
phantoms
may never
witness,
is likely
the talk
of the dead.
You wonder
why flesh
& blood
mortals
can't talk
about something
else
instead.
November 26, 2025 at 9:31 PM
Banter,
as
phantoms
may never
witness,
is likely
the talk
of the dead.
You wonder
why flesh
& blood
mortals
can't talk
about something
else
instead.
as
phantoms
may never
witness,
is likely
the talk
of the dead.
You wonder
why flesh
& blood
mortals
can't talk
about something
else
instead.
When life's immutables
grab you
by the unbearables,
never seek succor
in extortionately priced
pseudo-wearables.
"Tap data! Touch base!
Bliss out on your soul!"
Yeah, so I just farted,
and sniffed the fucker.
But that don't make me
no more
than an a-hole.
grab you
by the unbearables,
never seek succor
in extortionately priced
pseudo-wearables.
"Tap data! Touch base!
Bliss out on your soul!"
Yeah, so I just farted,
and sniffed the fucker.
But that don't make me
no more
than an a-hole.
November 26, 2025 at 8:57 PM
When life's immutables
grab you
by the unbearables,
never seek succor
in extortionately priced
pseudo-wearables.
"Tap data! Touch base!
Bliss out on your soul!"
Yeah, so I just farted,
and sniffed the fucker.
But that don't make me
no more
than an a-hole.
grab you
by the unbearables,
never seek succor
in extortionately priced
pseudo-wearables.
"Tap data! Touch base!
Bliss out on your soul!"
Yeah, so I just farted,
and sniffed the fucker.
But that don't make me
no more
than an a-hole.
It's as if a shift is in order.
From air and fish
and wish
of surprises
to a seeming
inevitability
of shit stuff.
But who
says so?
These shifts?
Discerno
is Eterno
and it is cool
when it is kind.
Otherwise
you have maniacs
enslaving the planet
in their own image.
Here is glimmerage:
Go Find.
From air and fish
and wish
of surprises
to a seeming
inevitability
of shit stuff.
But who
says so?
These shifts?
Discerno
is Eterno
and it is cool
when it is kind.
Otherwise
you have maniacs
enslaving the planet
in their own image.
Here is glimmerage:
Go Find.
November 23, 2025 at 6:52 PM
It's as if a shift is in order.
From air and fish
and wish
of surprises
to a seeming
inevitability
of shit stuff.
But who
says so?
These shifts?
Discerno
is Eterno
and it is cool
when it is kind.
Otherwise
you have maniacs
enslaving the planet
in their own image.
Here is glimmerage:
Go Find.
From air and fish
and wish
of surprises
to a seeming
inevitability
of shit stuff.
But who
says so?
These shifts?
Discerno
is Eterno
and it is cool
when it is kind.
Otherwise
you have maniacs
enslaving the planet
in their own image.
Here is glimmerage:
Go Find.
The tradmongers
hated the 60s
found new VIM.
Sell your soul
to the Devil;
get shit DIMIN.
Reclaim the
'whenthefuck-
was never'.
& don't brook
no dissent,
no kinda ever.
hated the 60s
found new VIM.
Sell your soul
to the Devil;
get shit DIMIN.
Reclaim the
'whenthefuck-
was never'.
& don't brook
no dissent,
no kinda ever.
November 23, 2025 at 6:44 PM
The tradmongers
hated the 60s
found new VIM.
Sell your soul
to the Devil;
get shit DIMIN.
Reclaim the
'whenthefuck-
was never'.
& don't brook
no dissent,
no kinda ever.
hated the 60s
found new VIM.
Sell your soul
to the Devil;
get shit DIMIN.
Reclaim the
'whenthefuck-
was never'.
& don't brook
no dissent,
no kinda ever.
30p Lee. 23K J.
Fucking useless
with numbers.
Please go away.
Fucking useless
with numbers.
Please go away.
November 23, 2025 at 12:41 PM
30p Lee. 23K J.
Fucking useless
with numbers.
Please go away.
Fucking useless
with numbers.
Please go away.
Pink to make the boys wink.
Pink to make them puke.
Pink to make testosterone
irreversibly nuked.
Pink to make them puke.
Pink to make testosterone
irreversibly nuked.
November 23, 2025 at 10:48 AM
Pink to make the boys wink.
Pink to make them puke.
Pink to make testosterone
irreversibly nuked.
Pink to make them puke.
Pink to make testosterone
irreversibly nuked.
Fool hooks
for unsprung
crooks:
this is what
brittle ploys
are made of.
for unsprung
crooks:
this is what
brittle ploys
are made of.
November 22, 2025 at 6:09 PM
Fool hooks
for unsprung
crooks:
this is what
brittle ploys
are made of.
for unsprung
crooks:
this is what
brittle ploys
are made of.
Is it Crankshiving yet?
Seems like this one could run forever.
Seems like this one could run forever.
November 22, 2025 at 6:08 PM
Is it Crankshiving yet?
Seems like this one could run forever.
Seems like this one could run forever.
Turns out the most insidious killer of the Covid era in the UK was not the virus itself.
It was the dopes distracted by their Brexit folly who gave not a single fuck.
It was the dopes distracted by their Brexit folly who gave not a single fuck.
November 21, 2025 at 7:28 PM
Turns out the most insidious killer of the Covid era in the UK was not the virus itself.
It was the dopes distracted by their Brexit folly who gave not a single fuck.
It was the dopes distracted by their Brexit folly who gave not a single fuck.
Nothing beats loud & proud patriots pocketing a few bob from the Russkies.
November 21, 2025 at 1:11 PM
Nothing beats loud & proud patriots pocketing a few bob from the Russkies.
Still can't not say "release of the Epstein flies" ...
or "gotta catch 'em all".
or "gotta catch 'em all".
November 18, 2025 at 9:39 PM
Still can't not say "release of the Epstein flies" ...
or "gotta catch 'em all".
or "gotta catch 'em all".
It's as if
the future
was ever
up to you!
Some time
you will
find yourself,
soon enough.
You are stuck
to the ground
by the soles
of your feet
till your heels lift
and your toes
follow.
From fallow
and hollow
to venture
you will
& must
go.
the future
was ever
up to you!
Some time
you will
find yourself,
soon enough.
You are stuck
to the ground
by the soles
of your feet
till your heels lift
and your toes
follow.
From fallow
and hollow
to venture
you will
& must
go.
November 14, 2025 at 12:40 AM
It's as if
the future
was ever
up to you!
Some time
you will
find yourself,
soon enough.
You are stuck
to the ground
by the soles
of your feet
till your heels lift
and your toes
follow.
From fallow
and hollow
to venture
you will
& must
go.
the future
was ever
up to you!
Some time
you will
find yourself,
soon enough.
You are stuck
to the ground
by the soles
of your feet
till your heels lift
and your toes
follow.
From fallow
and hollow
to venture
you will
& must
go.
Snakes lain dead
ain't no good.
Even if you never
invited 'em
*inta*
your neighbourhood.
They will coil,
as do you.
They will spoil,
as do you —
such observable
mortality!
(if you
have time
to view.)
Perhaps they
are not dead.
Perhaps they wish
to proclaim: SILENCE!
We may never
ask them.
ain't no good.
Even if you never
invited 'em
*inta*
your neighbourhood.
They will coil,
as do you.
They will spoil,
as do you —
such observable
mortality!
(if you
have time
to view.)
Perhaps they
are not dead.
Perhaps they wish
to proclaim: SILENCE!
We may never
ask them.
November 10, 2025 at 7:39 PM
Snakes lain dead
ain't no good.
Even if you never
invited 'em
*inta*
your neighbourhood.
They will coil,
as do you.
They will spoil,
as do you —
such observable
mortality!
(if you
have time
to view.)
Perhaps they
are not dead.
Perhaps they wish
to proclaim: SILENCE!
We may never
ask them.
ain't no good.
Even if you never
invited 'em
*inta*
your neighbourhood.
They will coil,
as do you.
They will spoil,
as do you —
such observable
mortality!
(if you
have time
to view.)
Perhaps they
are not dead.
Perhaps they wish
to proclaim: SILENCE!
We may never
ask them.
IS THERE A POEM TO LIKE
SUMMARISE THE EVILS
OF SOCIAL MEDIA?
LIKE IS THERE
ACTUALLY IS ONE?
Why bugger around in the Twatscape
when you can be a sweeter soul alone?
Who called you up back whenever?
Before you had a fucking phone?
SUMMARISE THE EVILS
OF SOCIAL MEDIA?
LIKE IS THERE
ACTUALLY IS ONE?
Why bugger around in the Twatscape
when you can be a sweeter soul alone?
Who called you up back whenever?
Before you had a fucking phone?
November 10, 2025 at 1:01 PM
IS THERE A POEM TO LIKE
SUMMARISE THE EVILS
OF SOCIAL MEDIA?
LIKE IS THERE
ACTUALLY IS ONE?
Why bugger around in the Twatscape
when you can be a sweeter soul alone?
Who called you up back whenever?
Before you had a fucking phone?
SUMMARISE THE EVILS
OF SOCIAL MEDIA?
LIKE IS THERE
ACTUALLY IS ONE?
Why bugger around in the Twatscape
when you can be a sweeter soul alone?
Who called you up back whenever?
Before you had a fucking phone?
Quelle blammo it be
to pass before all things here,
kinda 'zero dream'.
to pass before all things here,
kinda 'zero dream'.
November 10, 2025 at 12:26 PM
Quelle blammo it be
to pass before all things here,
kinda 'zero dream'.
to pass before all things here,
kinda 'zero dream'.
Back in the revoloosh 60s
you had 15 mins* of fame.
Today, your very entrails
are universally game.
*MAX!**
**Fact!
you had 15 mins* of fame.
Today, your very entrails
are universally game.
*MAX!**
**Fact!
November 8, 2025 at 8:01 PM
Back in the revoloosh 60s
you had 15 mins* of fame.
Today, your very entrails
are universally game.
*MAX!**
**Fact!
you had 15 mins* of fame.
Today, your very entrails
are universally game.
*MAX!**
**Fact!
However bad the crises of the planet —
from heat and war and moronbore on up —
let's not forget the noobie swim people
stressing out bcs
WHICH WAY THIS SNORKEL THING
FIT ON MY FUCKING FACE???
from heat and war and moronbore on up —
let's not forget the noobie swim people
stressing out bcs
WHICH WAY THIS SNORKEL THING
FIT ON MY FUCKING FACE???
November 3, 2025 at 7:26 PM
However bad the crises of the planet —
from heat and war and moronbore on up —
let's not forget the noobie swim people
stressing out bcs
WHICH WAY THIS SNORKEL THING
FIT ON MY FUCKING FACE???
from heat and war and moronbore on up —
let's not forget the noobie swim people
stressing out bcs
WHICH WAY THIS SNORKEL THING
FIT ON MY FUCKING FACE???