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the birth of rattus

if I identify with anyone from the past it’s the first guy who was like “I’m gonna casually smash this stone” and then found a whole glittering universe of crystals inside it

dragon in a box

some nights you dream in your head. some nights you dream in your belly. the belly dreams are harder to remember but are so much more sloshing and delicious

radiant axolotls

I am a small place in the world into which feelings slosh

lowering my heart down on the end of a rope to see how deep the possible really is

carrying a rock around with me for those times when I really need to touch a rock

presenting: the 17th century spork

Public transport? That’s when you and fellow-man are conveyed from one place to the next in harmony? They don’t let the train leave until everyone is holding hands?

infuriating all the scientists by telling them everything is poetry and infuriating all the poets by telling them everything is science and being right both times

you can kill me in a lot of ways that matter

lovebugs

Love the world like it can't break you, like it's the sky and you're an oak. Love the world with every wrought iron detail in your heirloom heart

this dog is just one dog stacked up in a trenchcoat

wake up, stretch, and reveal your soft, vulnerable underbelly to the day’s teeth

no man's land for old men

@sadiston.bsky.social I am yet again doing the thing (watching the crow (1994))

the moon should compare us to stuff for once

gravity isn't real. it's the dirt that wants you

a small dragon that perches above me while I sleep, and snaps bad dreams out of the air before they can burrow into my ears. I hear a crunch as I drift back to sleep. in the morning they sleep, their belly full of my darkness

I will go so freaking far around. you won’t even believe it. no way in hell I’m going through

I hope my therapist has a highly successful webcomic where she mocks all the dumb faces I make during therapy

pretending I’m reading my book so the rain thinks I’m cool but really I’m just listening to the rain

if I woke up and was suddenly a beetle I would simply take a turn at rolling the sun up into the sky so the dung beetle could have a break

[grumpily, hands in pockets] how much cooler could I possibly be, I’m already made of dirt and electric magic

the raven’s view

I invented you to bother myself

dracula is the dr—you’re talking about acula’s monster

I have a few of these for sale, you can dm me on discord if you want one please and thank you

The rats have been introduced to religion. Pamphlets left drifting in gutters have run down into their dark wet homes. They read them. They collected them into books. They gather underground at night and sing, their hideous voices rising up in praise to a God they will never understand.

I’m doing okay. for a ghost. sometimes I manage to move a cup around

popcorn mythology tells of the hero who escapes to the promised land behind the stove

if you’re not shedding social complexities until you become a holy fool what the fuck are you even doing

one way to practice being human is to get a little drunk and then cry a little about how good music is

I can’t believe you’re making me admit that I might possibly contain the divine. you utter bastard

when you think how far around the world its tentacles can reach, you have to accept that love is the giantest squid of all

starting the annual process of chanting, constantly, at a slowly increasing volume, “spring, Spring, SPRING,” until it finally arrives

nourishing a tree that becomes a book of the account of the tree's long life.

I love to come up with new ways to upset myself. for example, what if when I die my body feeds a tree and then that tree is turned into a book that I would’ve hated while I was alive. I’m upset just thinking about it

Books remember being trees, they like it when you read outside

a girl came out of lightning and it haunts me to believe it (based on a tweet by @thedoorthedoor.bsky.social ’s much missed bot)

every night I take the sun by the hand and lead it through the underworld back towards the morning

me: scrabble tv show you have to stop. your swag too different. your tagline too hard. they’ll kill you scrabble tv show scrabble tv show:

if there's one thing I'm sure of it's that ravens are on the friendliest of terms with the holy

the answer to "where is meaning?" is "I am here"

gnocchi are called that because if you eat them you gain esoteric mystical knowledge