( me / via )

"It’s possible any word is a myth. A small myth. A large myth. A word is never what it is, but a desire for the thing to be, either for understanding or for want or for remembering. ..."

infirm Fillmore · goblin flourish
exhausted zither · gazelle cornered
Beigehome bamboozle · batternoggin
   in the pale dust
   another sadist
   declares vict'ry
   over reality

the dust churned up · fills with chatter
pale yellow sky · we yeckate grimly
Beigehome bamboozle · batternoggin
   car-door shadow
   swings what bardo
   or named torpedo
   shivers the dodo
   shivers the dodo

Le salut du démiurge.

"I don’t know how to respond, anymore, to the new horrors that slip like birthed serpents from the mouths of malignant men, unimpeded by opposition, lightning quick and impossible to catch. I am choking on my own anger, sick on disgust, and I am so tired, and you are so tired, and we are so afraid." --@ohrobin.bsky.social

Too much on his mind.