I look like a 1970s New Wave Director.

After getting not nearly enough sleep on Monday night, this was not a good night to stay up all night watching England play badly again.

#Bleaksky #Shakespeare #TomorrowandTomorrowTuesday

#SelfieSunday Unbothered. Moisturised. Happy. In my lane. Focused. Flourishing. 47.

My shoulders are taking shape. ❤️

#SweatySunday Not a repeat, but similar to a recent one. I like my chest here.

Trying to focus on the positives. It is Advent, after all. 1. I made it; 2. The card and present went over well; 3. Caught up with two old friends; 4. Got home safely. So there we are. Blessings to be counted.

If people would routinely do what they said they would; if we knew that we could trust strangers to hold themselves to their word; if those who did not were ostracized, banished from decent society: oh, what a paradise this world would be. All our tension comes from this absence of mutual trust.

I despise this fucking country and everyone who ever enabled it by voting for any government I've ever known.

Are we still doing #ThighThursday?

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The existential fear when your phone goes wrong and for a while none of your passwords work and you think everything is over for you. I hate it.

At my current rate of progress, I will be maxing every machine at my Old Person Gym by March. How do I do progressive overload without the horror and shame of having to go to the Young Person Gym?

This, but for people posting how many 'books' they've read in a year. Yes, yes, well done on reading Volume 13 of the Lord Castlebaron Chronicles. Now go and read The Faerie Queene and Clarissa.

Post-gym sweat. #WetshirtWednesday

ONE Daddy-issues therapy session for these idiots. Just ONE, and we can begin to fix the world.

THE PROPHECY HAS BEEN FULFILLED! (Statistically certain.)

#Yearning #Cock #Nsfwsky God, every atom of my soul is charged with sex. If you touched me right now, I'd crackle.

Is it too late to post for #TittyTuesday ? I could really do with your lips kissing all the way down the trail of hair in the middle.

Elizabeth Bishop is an immortal. 'At the Fishhouses' is a fractally perfect poem. The way the reader thinks she is about to be clichéd, before it turns out everything is silver EXCEPT the sea. The unexpected rhymes. The water references beyond the sea. The vastness of it all.

#Belt #Bulge

Come and ride the waves.

I can't wait to make more videos and recordings. 3 days until freedom.

It took the US 249 years to go from Revolution to Emperor. The French managed it in 15 years.

God, I need the holidays.

THAT's why they're juicing dead IOF balls. They're breeding soldiers.

Hasbara at its most disgusting. Israel has turned a whole country of gardens into a lifeless desert. Ubi solitudinem facium pacem appellant.

Seems a very good reason to ensure that trans kids get the medicine they need to put puberty on hold until they are old enough to give informed consent about how they want to live their lives. You know, that perfectly safe medicine we give to cis kids undergoing early puberty.

Tried to upload a cheery Christmas AV, inspired by the beautiful @ghostsinsnow.bsky.social Ended up, of course, looking like a murderer. I promise that I am quite a cheery, friendly, approachable soul. It's only my face that makes infants hide behind sofas and grown men howl at the moon. 😭

I have never, in my near-50 years, wished for human company and not had it. Every minute of every hour of every day, by contrast, I have human company, unwished for. Is there some way of arranging things so that the lonely could take solace and comfort in what to others is an intolerable burden?

The best Sid Meier game will always be Alpha Centauri, partly because factionalism and clashing ideologies are far more historically common than we imagine.

When you see this, skeet a pic from your gallery to describe your mental health.

#TummyTuesday Oh, I am tired.

#TummyTuesday, then bed. Good night and sweet dreams, beautiful people.

O what a seamless web we weave, When in our friends we can believe. Happy #SkircleSunday to all who celebrate. I am very lucky in my friends.

So much yearning. I am untethered, free-floating on the rip-tide of Desire, which carries me far from home.

Arma virumque cano.

Rodent is usually spot-on, but what they SPECIFICALLY love is one they can claim is on the left, or at least plausibly originating there, so that they can keep claiming a consensus on their frothing, swivel-eyed agenda. That's why the Labour Party is so much more damaging than the Tories.

God forbid a woman have hobbies. 🤬

FFS, Crawley. I get what Duckett is for. Sometimes it works, sometimes not. But what cricket problem EVER has the answer 'Zac Crawley'? 'We need someone to waft airily outside 6th stump'? 'How do we get Root in early?' #Ashes #AusvEng

Make them feel really at home this Thanksgiving by violently kidnapping them in front of their children, then sending them to an overcrowded maximum security prison in a different country.

I caught myself in the bathroom mirror and, for once, thought I looked beautiful. I rushed to take selfies, to preserve the moment forever. In every single one, I look hideous. Not just ugly and obese, but fearsome: a butter sculpture studded with knives. This is what it means to eat the fruit.

I don't know if this counts, but Happy #TittyTuesday, everybody.

It's also because they are the most shallow, incurious sacks of haunted meat ever to haul themselves upright. It's why the idolize AI and 'the singularity'; it's why they don't understand films or books. Ask them WHY money, a mere token for inefficient rationing, matters to them. They'll implode.

Thoroughly becatted.

In 'Tlön, Uqbar, Orbis Tertius', Borges writes of a nounless language, in which, for example, the sentence 'The moon rose above the river' would be translated as 'Onwards, beyond the upstreaming, it mooned.' It's a fun exercise in perspective. 'Firewards, along the thick rugging, it catted.'

#Sundaysocks #Cosy #Fireplace

GET IN THE BACK OF THE VAN! The way Alan Rickman savours the word 'Obviously' in Order of the Phoenix. I DON'T REMEMBER ASKING YOU A GODDAMN THING.

The post-1994 aim has been to co-opt Labour into the Thatcherite project of weakening and destabilising state capacity, thus granting unlimited power to capital. But whilst the executive leapt on board, the membership did not and cannot. Hence, the leadership fears and despises the membership.

Sometimes it can be hard to sleep without permission. I hope this helps. At least it might be a soothing timeline cleanse. Sound on. #PermissionToSleep #AudioDom #GoodnightAudio