2004

burmese python girl

what the hell is a vulva what the fuck is going on goddamn fuck ing woke LANGUAGE IS A SIN

my butt in jeans, for those who observe

Crows

by Mary Oliver

It is January, and there are crows like black flowers on the snow. While I watch, they rise and float toward the frozen pond, they have seen some streak of death on the dark ice. They gather around it and consume everything, the strings and the red music of that nameless body. Then they shout, one hungry, blunt voice echoing another. It begins to rain. Later, it becomes February, and even later, spring returns, a chorus of thousands. They bow, and begin their important music. I recognize the oriole. I recognize the thrush, and the mockingbird. I recognize the business of summer, which is to forge ahead, delicately. So I dip my fingers among the green stems, delicately. I lounge at the edge of the leafing pond, delicately. I scarcely remember the crust of the snow. I scarcely remember the icy dawns and the sun like a lamp without a fuse. I don’t remember the fury of loneliness. I never felt the wind’s drift. I never heard of the struggle between anything and nothing. I never saw the flapping, blood-gulping crows.

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this is my tummy for those who observe

sounds like Yanni - Borderlands OST

to understand any sci fi show or movie, you just gotta know what the state of pop sci was at the time it was made and and what neoliberalism is and you're gold

whither the Weather Loach??

weather loach is banished from nature

gods kingdom rejects the weather loach

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