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Nosferatu Joseph πŸ§›πŸ»β€β™€οΈ

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A latke that cannot stop screaming // Editor // πŸ‡ΏπŸ‡¦ // (she, they, helluva gay). Banner pic: A young fox sploots upon a brick wall, yawning. By Louie Stowell Profile pic: NJ in profile, looking disgruntled

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Meditations in an Emergency
By Cameron Awkward-Rich
I wake up & it breaks my heart. I draw the blinds & the thrill of rain breaks my heart. I go outside. I ride the train, walk among the buildings, men in Monday suits. The flight of doves, the city of tents beneath the underpass, the huddled mass, old women hawking roses, & children all of them, break my heart. There’s a dream I have in which I love the world. I run from end to end like fingers through her hair. There are no borders, only wind. Like you, I was born. Like you, I was raised in the institution of dreaming. Hand on my heart. Hand on my stupid heart.

Meditations in an Emergency By Cameron Awkward-Rich I wake up & it breaks my heart. I draw the blinds & the thrill of rain breaks my heart. I go outside. I ride the train, walk among the buildings, men in Monday suits. The flight of doves, the city of tents beneath the underpass, the huddled mass, old women hawking roses, & children all of them, break my heart. There’s a dream I have in which I love the world. I run from end to end like fingers through her hair. There are no borders, only wind. Like you, I was born. Like you, I was raised in the institution of dreaming. Hand on my heart. Hand on my stupid heart.

Every so often a poem stops me in my tracks. This one did.

"Hand on my stupid heart," indeed. Whew.

09.03.2026 18:24 β€” πŸ‘ 7    πŸ” 2    πŸ’¬ 1    πŸ“Œ 0
Meditations in an Emergency
By Cameron Awkward-Rich
I wake up & it breaks my heart. I draw the blinds & the thrill of rain breaks my heart. I go outside. I ride the train, walk among the buildings, men in Monday suits. The flight of doves, the city of tents beneath the underpass, the huddled mass, old women hawking roses, & children all of them, break my heart. There’s a dream I have in which I love the world. I run from end to end like fingers through her hair. There are no borders, only wind. Like you, I was born. Like you, I was raised in the institution of dreaming. Hand on my heart. Hand on my stupid heart.

Meditations in an Emergency By Cameron Awkward-Rich I wake up & it breaks my heart. I draw the blinds & the thrill of rain breaks my heart. I go outside. I ride the train, walk among the buildings, men in Monday suits. The flight of doves, the city of tents beneath the underpass, the huddled mass, old women hawking roses, & children all of them, break my heart. There’s a dream I have in which I love the world. I run from end to end like fingers through her hair. There are no borders, only wind. Like you, I was born. Like you, I was raised in the institution of dreaming. Hand on my heart. Hand on my stupid heart.

Every so often a poem stops me in my tracks. This one did.

"Hand on my stupid heart," indeed. Whew.

09.03.2026 18:24 β€” πŸ‘ 7    πŸ” 2    πŸ’¬ 1    πŸ“Œ 0

From the Buffy episode Lie to Me (I think it's S2 ep 7). It's an exchange I think about often.

09.03.2026 11:30 β€” πŸ‘ 2    πŸ” 1    πŸ’¬ 0    πŸ“Œ 0

Buffy: Lie to me.
Giles: Yes, it's terribly simple. The good guys are always stalwart and true, the bad guys are easily distinguished by their pointy horns or black hats, and, uh, we always defeat them and save the day. No one ever dies, and everybody lives happily ever after.
Buffy: Liar.

09.03.2026 11:29 β€” πŸ‘ 5    πŸ” 1    πŸ’¬ 1    πŸ“Œ 0

I want someone to invite me to a Taylor Swift-themed party so I can dress up as one of the trees from the Out of the Woods video.

09.03.2026 16:16 β€” πŸ‘ 1    πŸ” 0    πŸ’¬ 0    πŸ“Œ 0

Boil advisory, huh?

09.03.2026 13:40 β€” πŸ‘ 2    πŸ” 0    πŸ’¬ 1    πŸ“Œ 0

Also, ALSO, don't you want to be able to do this stuff for YOURSELF? To live in a clean space and eat nice food?!?

09.03.2026 11:52 β€” πŸ‘ 2    πŸ” 0    πŸ’¬ 1    πŸ“Œ 0

Message to men: you can date/marry way, way above your league if you will just fucking learn to cook and do some laundry, please stop hitting yourself in the face with hammers or "optimising" things and try vacuumcleanermaxxing instead...

07.03.2026 15:26 β€” πŸ‘ 766    πŸ” 97    πŸ’¬ 19    πŸ“Œ 23

You contain multitudes.

09.03.2026 11:46 β€” πŸ‘ 1    πŸ” 0    πŸ’¬ 0    πŸ“Œ 0

From the Buffy episode Lie to Me (I think it's S2 ep 7). It's an exchange I think about often.

09.03.2026 11:30 β€” πŸ‘ 2    πŸ” 1    πŸ’¬ 0    πŸ“Œ 0

Buffy: Lie to me.
Giles: Yes, it's terribly simple. The good guys are always stalwart and true, the bad guys are easily distinguished by their pointy horns or black hats, and, uh, we always defeat them and save the day. No one ever dies, and everybody lives happily ever after.
Buffy: Liar.

09.03.2026 11:29 β€” πŸ‘ 5    πŸ” 1    πŸ’¬ 1    πŸ“Œ 0

I wish you long life x

09.03.2026 09:59 β€” πŸ‘ 1    πŸ” 0    πŸ’¬ 1    πŸ“Œ 0

πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚

09.03.2026 09:56 β€” πŸ‘ 1    πŸ” 0    πŸ’¬ 0    πŸ“Œ 0

I love you, Chelsea.

09.03.2026 09:52 β€” πŸ‘ 1    πŸ” 0    πŸ’¬ 1    πŸ“Œ 0

It's difficult to focus on the work I need to do when everything is just so EVERYTHING, ya know?

09.03.2026 07:57 β€” πŸ‘ 7    πŸ” 2    πŸ’¬ 3    πŸ“Œ 0

Ah crikey, I didn't realise that! Big hugs β™₯️

09.03.2026 09:51 β€” πŸ‘ 0    πŸ” 0    πŸ’¬ 1    πŸ“Œ 0

I listen to the audiobook every year around Christmas. It's a classic. (And Spider the dog is my girl. β™₯️)

09.03.2026 08:00 β€” πŸ‘ 1    πŸ” 0    πŸ’¬ 0    πŸ“Œ 0

It's difficult to focus on the work I need to do when everything is just so EVERYTHING, ya know?

09.03.2026 07:57 β€” πŸ‘ 7    πŸ” 2    πŸ’¬ 3    πŸ“Œ 0
Cryptique Krewe; a group of about 50 people dressed as monsters strolling through the streets of the French Quarter on a sunny Mardi Gras morning. They're led by a guy in a big monster mask on a bike pulling a mini float of a crypt.

Cryptique Krewe; a group of about 50 people dressed as monsters strolling through the streets of the French Quarter on a sunny Mardi Gras morning. They're led by a guy in a big monster mask on a bike pulling a mini float of a crypt.

A wider shot of the krewe as we fill up the street and shamble toward the camera.

A wider shot of the krewe as we fill up the street and shamble toward the camera.

Another shot of the krewe from the front as we slowly move through the Quarter.

Another shot of the krewe from the front as we slowly move through the Quarter.

Another wider shot of the krewe as we march in the middle of the street toward the camera.

Another wider shot of the krewe as we march in the middle of the street toward the camera.

The coolest thing about being in the least-known parade in New Orleans happens in 3 parts. Folks are out in the Quarter on MG morning barely awake. 1. They hear something and look up. 2. Their faces suddenly say, "Oh, something's happening!" 3. They take in our costumes as we walk by and are elated.

09.03.2026 01:57 β€” πŸ‘ 144    πŸ” 18    πŸ’¬ 5    πŸ“Œ 4

@thejessness.bsky.social

09.03.2026 07:14 β€” πŸ‘ 2    πŸ” 0    πŸ’¬ 1    πŸ“Œ 0

Well, gas is expensive, and food is expensive, and we’re doing a war nobody wants, but at least there are no jobs

06.03.2026 19:47 β€” πŸ‘ 30260    πŸ” 7509    πŸ’¬ 224    πŸ“Œ 238

I'm an agnostic but, in recent years, I've started to hope that the fundamentalist Christian version of Hell is real and that, in the very last moments of their lives, while they can still feel terror, they realise that's where they're going.

08.03.2026 17:35 β€” πŸ‘ 8    πŸ” 1    πŸ’¬ 1    πŸ“Œ 0

Please tell me your neighbour's name is Lenore.

08.03.2026 17:53 β€” πŸ‘ 8    πŸ” 0    πŸ’¬ 0    πŸ“Œ 0

Neighbor this morning: What are you doing?
Me: I'm talking to this crow.
Neighbor: What are you saying?
Me: I thought I would train him to come say your name in front of your bedroom window.
Neighbor: Uhhhhhh *goes inside*

08.03.2026 17:49 β€” πŸ‘ 296    πŸ” 16    πŸ’¬ 28    πŸ“Œ 0

Oh NO HIS EARS πŸ₯ΊπŸ₯ΊπŸ₯Ίβ™₯️

08.03.2026 17:42 β€” πŸ‘ 1    πŸ” 0    πŸ’¬ 0    πŸ“Œ 0

I'm an agnostic but, in recent years, I've started to hope that the fundamentalist Christian version of Hell is real and that, in the very last moments of their lives, while they can still feel terror, they realise that's where they're going.

08.03.2026 17:35 β€” πŸ‘ 8    πŸ” 1    πŸ’¬ 1    πŸ“Œ 0

Cat dish is fantastic!

08.03.2026 17:04 β€” πŸ‘ 1    πŸ” 0    πŸ’¬ 0    πŸ“Œ 0
sad little cowboy cat doodle, written text around it reads: β€œi’ve got no yeehaws left”

sad little cowboy cat doodle, written text around it reads: β€œi’ve got no yeehaws left”

08.03.2026 16:47 β€” πŸ‘ 1399    πŸ” 358    πŸ’¬ 10    πŸ“Œ 15

"Jesus is arriving soon". Girl if you believe that youd put on some pants and get a better tan 🀷🏿

08.03.2026 13:10 β€” πŸ‘ 46    πŸ” 8    πŸ’¬ 2    πŸ“Œ 0
A stripey brindle dog stretched out on a blue couch covered with a stripey blanket in shades of beige and light browns. She is very long.

A stripey brindle dog stretched out on a blue couch covered with a stripey blanket in shades of beige and light browns. She is very long.

The same dog briefly shortens herself, pulling her back legs in towards her torso.

The same dog briefly shortens herself, pulling her back legs in towards her torso.

And then she settles into a happy sprawl.

And then she settles into a happy sprawl.

The Sprawl: a triptych

06.03.2026 07:48 β€” πŸ‘ 10    πŸ” 1    πŸ’¬ 0    πŸ“Œ 0