Tim Dedopulos

Goodnight, brother. Sleep well.

🫂

Those living with a view of the cemetery of St. Mild Undershaft report seeing not phantom folk, but rather floating ghost lights, parading pillars of blue gas. Often these sightings cause a heightened discomfort for the dead dehumanised are revealed as truly distant. – #CJosiffe

"Please, call me Yog-Sothoth. Yogurt Sotheby-Otherton sounds so formal."

Goodnight, brother.

Goodnight, brother. Kind dreams and revelations.

But good, important writing is extremely demanding on the reader. Healers _have_ to build trust, and patients - outside medical emergency - need to be strong enough to heal. It's a pretty preposterous ask of random strangers in these days of horror. Who am I to demand someone just let me in to play?

I agree absolutely, of course. Publishing has become as debased and disgusting as music. It exists now entirely on an endless supply of idealistic fresh victims blundering naively into the slaughter tunnel, thanks to the Judas Goat of stunt advances. No wonder it's desperate to leap on AI.

At Lammas, the borders of Faery expand. They enfold. They entangle. To walk the edge of the field is to risk accidentally crossing into those silvered lands with two moons and unfamiliar stars. No wonder it is regarded as a date of disappearance. – #CLNolan #Lammas

2/5

Selfie. I’m wearing a wheat headband I made

"Hoof and horn, hoof and horn,
All that dies shall be reborn.
Corn and grain, corn and grain,
All that falls shall rise again."

Blessed Lughnasadh friends🌾
#Lughnasadh #lammas #harvest

Right there with you, Fred. +hugs+

a man wearing a cowboy hat and a blue shirt with the name mike on it Alt: Jimmy Barnes wearing a cowboy hat and a blue shirt screaming tunefully, with the name Mike on it.

(My first Gif hit for 'Mike'...)

😍

Mike! <3 <3

I "do not care" what happens when you mix Brotato with Mad Max.
I am a "Crazy Man". I am unstoppable.

east of town crossing the big fields red and brown everything smells red and brown five miles - a crude drawing then another five miles

29/7/25

Goodnight, brother. Sleep well -- but not with fishpeople. Unless you want to, of course. Who am I to judge?

Thank you! I have occasional moments :)

French sign saying (in French) "Crepes and chocolates", left arrow. "Cruel world", right arrow. Harvested from the webs, no idea of attribution.

Goodnight, my brother.

Goodnight, brother. Automatic legoing sounds like an interesting technique. A bit like casting the scrabble tiles. Kind dreams.

Red high heeled boots with buckled on soles, curved metal platforms and a futuristic metal heel. My description doesn't do it justice.Four buckles all together, which look like they have little flames shooting off them.

Some weird shoes for Lilibat. Now she'll say these aren't weird. lol But you can wear long skirts with these, right?

Goodnight, my brother. Revelations and wonders and kindnesses be thine.

Goodnight from Mall Drinkwater, unable to understand why the aliens who attempted to abduct her smelled so strongly of vinegar. Goodnight from Celia Hebburn, making waning crescent pilgrimage to The Angel’s Grave menhir to leave a posy of cornflowers and vetch. Goodnight from Hookland.

Goodnight, brother. May sleep be a mercy, and tomorrow a little better.

A very, very long corridor of hotel/cruise ship(?) rooms with bright, deco-like designs

Dropped into Hotel MANDI recently?

The villagers of Malford St. Mary have said: 'Sard that!' to polite traffic signs begging motorists to reduce their speed. Now they just paint the ghosts of anyone killed by a speeding car on their walls as a reminder that bad driving has consequences that haunt for decades. #RoadSafety

We are all made data ghosts. All extras in the unending film of the city that no-one watches. Only ever seen when someone fast forwards to the gruesome bits.