whenever i try to write something that's just pure wretched vibes — no themes or subtext, just atmospheric misery & violent catharsis — it turns into an elaborately earnest paean to love. romantic, familial, platonic, agape, whatever's at hand. every time. i can't stop! it's all i'm made of!!!

it’s so cold that for the past few nights i’ve been double-blanketing and tucking in the cats and dog where i find them on the couches as they look up at me so pitifully like this 彡(̥ ̥এ́ ̼ এ̥̀)̥̥彡(̥ ̥এ́ ̼ এ̥̀)̥̥彡(̥ ̥এ́ ̼ এ̥̀)̥̥彡

guy who thinks “in high dudgeon” is like “in heat” but even more horny

was watching a dating show with my friend last night and we fucking died when they put this guy’s profession on the screen

zolpidem-loopy (zolpy) 4AM foggy riverwalk & sleepover-candor phone call with a friend who’s nightdriving to maryland for the hypnokink con (only hearing 1 of 3 syllables over growling asphalt) goes hard. i recommend this specific arrangement of time and matter to you all

Ever been gay or something? Ever gotten dislodged from the objective sightline, newly adrift in the frigidity of the possibility for actual love? I repeat myself. No Love Can Keep You Kept: 600 words of ecstatic weird horror, live on ergot. Start the year right.

Tomorrow on ergot. watching a new match with Palimrya Cannonglass @ptero.org

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i was feeling terrible tonight until my friends hugged me and said they were going to vibrate until reaching exactly 47 °C like asian honey bees collectively cooking an asian giant hornet alive and i felt so loved & understood

day 43 of posting my work every day essy.neocities.org/eisegesis

i love going on this web site & liking all your lil posts. it’s like i’m watering the precious lil grid of grass in harvest moon, square by square..

if i were a petsitter i’d text the humans various updates like “unfortunately your cat has died and lets be honest was not exactly a looker..” and “does your dog usually have 3 legs and a sort of slime trail but it’s red? had my vr goggles on earlier so i didn’t see what it looked like originally”

reposting this because this might be my favorite thing palimrya's written; it's the kind of story that just sticks in my head like sap and won't ever go away. beautiful and dense and makes me feel all kinds of terrible and wonderful things. not reading it is just fucking stupid

i’m on the apps again & somehow i’d forgotten that everyone in boston is a gendercurious burlesqueflexible adventure capitalist plant daddy couple seeking parallel play and climbing buddies

successfully appealed the “explicit sexual content” warning bluesky added to my merely suggestive thirst trap by complaining that they were oppressing my normal male nipples. really didn’t expect that line to work

very funny, & i love the cascade of POVs. “I’m not stopping til we’re all dead, sweetheart”, v relatable & patriotic stuff. if u liked A Canyon of Blood & have 5 minutes to spare u should read this

i’ve taken my facial mods as an opportunity to be like racer X (no publicly scrapeable likeness), which sucks bc i’m cuter than ever & i wanna post visage!! bwau!! i just remembered i can still post thirst traps tho hehe

if you’d told me a decade ago that someday i’d be writing literary guro and within an hour of posting it have several people message me to say they loved it or it made them “want to punch a hole in a wall” i’d have been like “oh maybe i should NOT die actually???” i’m so lucky. i love my friends

HEAVY AS ALL BREATH: Four thousand words of hightech/lowlife slow-burn slurrypunk parenthood guro, free on itch. Mass, capital, damage. A wombful of slime, a pocketful of opaline teeth. The wholeness of little things. palimrya.itch.io/heavy

i wish more litmags encouraged experimental digital formatting. casually hypertextual poems, color or font as dialogue tags, inline definitions-on-hover for scifi coinages, idk. there are a million weird lil things you can do with the internet. i wish u could try more of them & still get published

girls teaching me about baseball: bunky medunkus is the only pitcher to ever eat a whole bilbo plate on the mound before the dugout mutts could bite his belly. despite this feat, the mariners traded him for an old whalebone me: (இ௦இ)꒳ᵒ꒳ᵎᵎᵎ

MAMDANI: sorry if i seem a little off. got a lot on my mind today TRUMP: yeah MAMDANI: just, can’t stop thinking about how much better the flintstones movie would have been if those losers hadn’t cast rosie o’donnell in it TRUMP: um, ok. uhhh *starts slinking out of his fur like a sexy cartoon cat*

my wokest take: put a trillion dollars into funding cultured meat dev and ban livestock farming. pigs have basically the same feelings we have and torturing them is like torturing our own children. “they had low IQ and inferior genes” is no excuse for gas chambers

getting laryngitis & suddenly having nothing but body language is final boss autism shit. i’m doing the stutterwave face twitch. the not-a-bow. the catgirl slowblink. the poll workers were like where did she find quaaludes in 2025. i’m like a railway semaphore that’s about to get fired for murder

my guilty autumn pleasure is to visit the local orchard and inject helium into all the trees

the moon macchiating river skin licks me as helicopter searchings tonight, stadium speaker brawn gawping over water as posse siccings. a duck family saw my light and thought i’d kill them as i approached. but i don’t think anyone needs to do that, to anyone

a fuzzion hangargyre has flypods aplenty. grub in there igniting some of the fuel, i see.. ace bombinators will be none too pleased, so u better get moving, lil saboteur..

Verses by @alt.red is one of the best pieces of short fiction (interactive or otherwise) i’ve encountered in years. gorgeously bleak, elegiac prose. a clever translation mechanic. crushing in ways i hadn’t anticipated. it made me cry and i think you should read it!! slugzuki.itch.io/verses

hey if you follow me and you like my shit about bleak sci-fi worlds and wounded women and the horrors of existing as trans you should go read this right now palimrya.itch.io/dragonfly

stepping in front of buses all day bc i rly want curly lil angel wings & halo but drivers keep braking bc they think i can’t be trusted to be soooo cute ( ɵ̥̥ ˑ̫ ɵ̥̥)

eric adams in antarctica: everyone knows that new york city is the HSM 14 Inaccessible Island Site of Northern Party Ice Cave Historic Site or Monument Marker of america

i’m so glad Devi finally reuploaded Interceptor. a staggeringly empathetic and economical vivisection of america on par with nearly any 2 minutes in Springsteen’s discography. “but it’s not my job to hold your hand”. yeah blacksquares.bandcamp.com/track/interc...

"A Canyon of Blood for the Normalest Man Alive" is one of those "writing can do that!?!?!?" stories that just kinda makes you a bolder and weirder person forever

🩸◟( ᵒ̴̶̷̥́ ·̫ ᵒ̴̶̷̣̥̀ ) i still feel sooo proud to have been included in this vibrant anthology!!! may we all live to see the grand canyon filled with four quadrillion liters of liquid cringe

mishearing my date after the movie ends: you want me to follow you to your litterbox?? oh my god yes. lead the way

the ideal girlfriend would lace my daily porridge with mithridatic vermifuge so that i might later smirk wickedly from within the churning abdomens of our enemies, and she would likely have some sex with me as well

tomorrow is shining like a razor blade

whenever i let myself ambienpost i wake up to either dramatic cris de coeur about child abuse or inscrutably spelled posts where i’m roleplaying as a sort of proud, parochial star-nosed mole. i think this is good and i plan to keep doing it

just as i was falling asleep i stumbled upon an article about my dead friend who got childraped at Kanakuk Kamps. couldn’t sleep. trying to write a horror story about CSA and i think it’s good. i think it’s going places no one’s quite gone. accidentally vomited while writing this week. love u Trey

a good mech name exudes neotenous insecurity: bravadic desperation, clownish self-effacement, pretension, deathlust. the moment you put on that big stupid coffin of an outfit you remember what you once feared to lose

one of my favorite things is a pair of epigraphs in juxtaposition (i’m always saying this 🥴). this from Underland by @robgmacfarlane.bsky.social goes so fucking hard

if i have to read one more omelas tweet i’m going to crawl naked into a cellar and make all your lives wonderful forever

the Hinge AI is negging my answers and it’s working for me. do we think i have a shot with her??? 🥴

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confused Worldcon volunteer typing at chatgpt: Ted Chiang racism Ted Chiang littering Ted Chiang school shooting Ted Chiang evil guy Ted Chiang bad mean man Ted Chiang unauthorized closed species fursona Ted Chiang steal candy from child Ted Chiang eat too much candy Ted Chiang very sick in tummy

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i know less and less but i know a love, heavy as all breath, inheres in the trillion things for as long as someone is willing to stoop to feeling it

it’s hard to convey to anyone who wasn’t trans online in 2014 how mindbreaking it was to live with the knowledge that mildly disagreeing with this theorist would literally cause everyone you knew to treat you like you were David Duke

since breaking my fibula i’ve been taking the opportunity to try out bonsai. every few minutes i work the fresh osteoid with my pliers before it mineralizes (as osteoblasts shake their little fists at me). doctor said i shouldn’t be fancy but i’m going for a full celtic knot. i deserve to be pretty

i recently cracked a poem that had been stumping me for 5 years by making it all-caps, and it’s rly nice to see someone else similarly succeeding by screaming. these are great