"dream sits on my chest
like a cat I never fed—
purring in riddles,
it follows me into day,
licking stars off my fingers"
--@mrericmontgomery.bsky.social
"sphinx that's still just figuring out how to create riddles: what's big and hot and round and yellow and lives in the sky?
me: uhh, the sun...?
sphinx: shit"
--@thehyyyype.bsky.social
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