These days dawn as a black canvas. We paint by scratching.

There's always a lag... mostly in my mind

It's hard to pull yourself together when you've never been reassembled… or even properly put together in the first place.

Oh nothing, just a pile of baby owls…

Here’s my calm. The storm I’ll keep to generate enough electricity for the daily grind.

*cracks neck, continues doing nothing*

Your nonsensical chatter is strangely poetic.

Don't forget to interrupt your work-eat-work-sleep cycle to extract whatever reward you negotiated from this unholy capitalist covenant.

“Is that AI?” I ask oldmaningly

Worked on my core today (finished an apple).

Rain clouds rolling down the mountains like wisps of smoke enveloping a slumbering dragon.

Found myself in what I hid then hid it between the obvious.

As a kid, I could not understand why Frodo and Bilbo left for the Undying Lands and not back home to the Shire. Now I get it, gentle Hobbits.

Our inadequately entangled elements.

Going to a party on Saturday, I have five days to hatch an unpleasant virus.

Inspired by your lack of awareness.

Sure, we're all made of stardust. But then there's this…

You have no control over how others perceive you here. Then you realize it doesn’t matter. You know your own worth. You know the good and the not so good. You know you executed a perfect moonwalk in front of Strawberries Records & Tapes, Hanover Mall, February the 12th, 1987

. @misshavishambles.bsky.social is a Blue Whale of Bluesky. (Blue Whale produces vocalizations are below the range of human hearing, though they are incredibly loud in the infrasonic spectrum. Get on her level.)

Flock of surveillance

Safety Tip:

Happy Birthday Freud those are just candles calm down man.

After the dust has settled from the nuclear missile detonations, you'll find me scavenging in the ruins of art supply stores.

I'm glad there isn't much music out there that reminds me of things I'd rather forget.

And then on the seventh day, we rested our intellectual diet, and gorged on drivel.

You are not your 401k. You are not your job. You are not your online profile. You are not your debt. You are not your scars. Do you remember who you are?

I want this to end.

Sure sex is cool but have you ever fucked all the way off

Your posts often bring me to tears. But not in a good way.

Memories are buried for a reason… don't go gravedigging.

Feed a flaw. Starve a craving. Tease out the authentic self.

In case you have any comments on current events and politics, I'm a masochist and I'm almost there…

Though your looks may fade, the goodness inside of you never changes. Neither do the viscera or bones or fluids.

Thank you for protecting the environment by choosing paperless billing. Please print this page for your records.

REPORTING LIVE BECAUSE I KNOW HOW MUCH YOU LIKE WEINER

I don't think anyone's coming to help.

Sometimes I read something really terrible but I post it anyway.

You cannot fix people who want to remain broken.

The strings sing a song of sorrow.

Selfie

YOUR EXISTENCE IS FUTILE. #ShitMyRobotSays

"You are the answer, without question," he smirked as he intentionally left out the Oxford comma.

I'm not alone, I'm withdrawn.

During my drug years, I briefly experimented with college.

Sanity ≈ creativity ≈ insanity

i put my phone on dark mode and now it won’t stop listening to The Cure

I wish the Antiques Roadshow guy had just told me how much my swords were worth without getting all nosy about where the blood came from.

What a time to be half alive.

The shape of a window can make me sad, which is normal and alright and probably very ok.