Poems in true chronological order by post date
-> file: fediverse/5446 ═════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════────────────────── ┌────────────────────────┐ │ CW: cannabis-mentioned │ └────────────────────────┘ on one hand, "save your readings" said by a witch on the other, "I gotta practice" said by me, a clearly non-addicted person on the third, "I am compelled" said by me, a clearly non-possessed person on the fourth, "It must enter this mortal realm" said by me, a clearly rational person on the fifth day of christmas my true love said to me "please stop you're scaring me I can't help this awful vaguery who is in control?" said by a music song ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ │ different │ ╘═════════╧══════════════════════════════════════════════════════─────┴───────────┘ -> file: fediverse/5447 ═════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════────────────────── ┌───────────────────────────────────────┐ │ CW: cursing-mentioned-andor-mentioned │ └───────────────────────────────────────┘ It's funny, I've seen Andor season 1 twice now and the first time was when it aired live. It felt so much more invigorating to my soul the first time. I wondered why, and I believe the reason is because it inspired me to go out and be brave as fuck. People were terrified, I saw it in their faces. It felt like the scenes on coruscant where everyone keeps their head down and looks around warily. Now, things are fucking great outside. You can go on a walk and see people in the park. I love that. I guess it didn't hit me the same way the second time around because I made progress on my "own personal revolution" (nemik to skene) and now the fear feels distant. Season 2 was pretty great. Gonna watch that again soon. ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ │ different │ ╘═════════╧══════════════════════════════════════════════════════─────┴───────────┘ -> file: fediverse/5448 ╔════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════──────────────────┐ ║ ┌───────────────────────────────────────────┐ │ ║ │ CW: re: cursing-mentioned-andor-mentioned │ │ ║ └───────────────────────────────────────────┘ │ ║ │ ║ │ ║ "my own personal revolution" of course refers to to the internal struggle that │ ║ people have against the implicit mental chains that whatever ruling class or │ ║ system imposes upon our minds. │ ║ │ ║ Part of the reason that queer people are important for the health of a culture │ ║ is that they resist the cultural norms. To queer something, as a verb, is to │ ║ fight a momentary revolution against the social chains that bind our actions. │ ║ │ ║ They seek to use culture to force us to behave in a way that produces the │ ║ outcomes they desire. 2.5 kids, white picket fence, hard working and very, very │ ║ christian, at least if you live in 1950s America... it changes based on the │ ║ environment. │ ║ │ ║ The "personal revolution" I fought last summer, that liberated my sense of │ ║ fear, is an ongoing struggle that countless others also wage. The "personal" │ ║ aspect is the most frustrating - our struggles are all so individualized, for │ ║ we live in an individualist society, that it's hard to help each other. │ ║ │ ║ Yet still we try. │ ╟─────────┐ ┌───────────┤ ║ similar │ │ different │ ╚═════════╧═════════════════════════════════════════════════════───────┴───────────┘ -> file: fediverse/5449 ═════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════────────────────── tomorrow is just as important as today. ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ │ different │ ╘═════════╧══════════════════════════════════════════════════════─────┴───────────┘ -> file: fediverse/5450 ═════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════────────────────── "cool it with the psychic posting" ha yeah okay. I still got some things to get through though. I bet someone somewhere wants to see it. ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ │ different │ ╘═════════╧══════════════════════════════════════════════════════─────┴───────────┘ -> file: fediverse/5451 ═════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════────────────────── ┌──────────────────────┐ │ CW: pee-mentioned │ └──────────────────────┘ wildflowers and piss make pretty good soil. ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ │ different │ ╘═════════╧══════════════════════════════════════════════════════─────┴───────────┘ -> file: fediverse/5452 ═════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════────────────────── ┌──────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────┐ │ CW: │ │ all-cops-are-bastards-mentioned-personal-ramblings-and-complainings-mentioned │ └──────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────┘ I never rest. Not mentally. I find it sooooo much harder to get moving again once I'm asleep. But I've been sleeping lately, because it's "good for me" or whatever. Because I'm "burnt out and need to heal" or something. Damnit why is it so much harder to stop snuggling someone than it is to pack up a tent? I'm like the guy in Hot Fuzz, that one really good movie about cops. oops cops mentioned one second. I'm always moving, but, I hardly ever seem to be able to get anything done. Why is that? Is the work just... endless? Am I ever a slave to my surroundings? Or am I just cursed with a mortal form, a form destined to toil in whatever way it finds itself contextualized in? Maybe I should just stop complaining. Maybe work is it's own reward or whatever. I don't think I'm depressed anymore, although good luck getting me to feel any emotions except focus, and the call to intercede on another's behalf. I don't have time for this. >. ┌─────────┐ ┌───────────┐ │ similar │ │ different │ ╘═════════╧══════════════════════════════════════════════════════─────┴───────────┘ |