crows call me breadlady @garbados@friend.camp

cool fact: the original luddites didn’t oppose technology but rather the bosses using new tech to disenfranchise workers! the bosses then had the luddites murdered in the streets and their arguments were replaced with “tech bad 🤢” to prevent others from carrying on their challenge to industrial authorities

once you have defeated gender you may wear its strictures as you please, not as trappings but as trophies

i love meeting new crows.

they've heard the stories about me, who leaves peanuts and never harms a crow, and so they swoop down to the ground thinking they know the deal. breadlady gives peanuts when she sees you, right?

and then she SEES YOU and you're a tiny black bird only so much larger than this giant's hand, and its eyes are TRACKING YOU, its TEETH are SHOWING. the crow thinks OH MY GOD, AM I GOING TO DIE

so they back off to about thirteen feet and i toss them a peanut

we are altogether but the flesh of giants.

i have seen the contours of eternity and cried aloud to force its shape into the confines of my feeble consciousness. the crackling glacier of all possibility reveals me as a ripple, a thread, a shuddering crystalline wake along its shifting face. creatures beyond comprehension skitter across it, hungering for formless sustenance. beware becoming their chosen, the subject of their inscrutable whims and poisoned gifts, for they covet the ignorance of mortality like a delicacy.

i guess today is for channeling witchmothers

something vast and formless plucks your inner eyes from their sockets and swallows them whole, so that its wretched innards become the whole of your vision. it ingests your eyes, your lips, your tongue, and all your senses until the space beyond its horrid flesh becomes altogether unimaginable. it inculcates thralls who muster a tireless loyalty made of despair.

but frail is such fealty, and no living spirit however sinister can escape the purview of death.

driving terror into the hearts of all those devils that wished me dead like a five pound nail through gleaming steel. i will not be cowed by fear; it is mine to command, a power not even death can wrest from me.

we are the monsters and now is our time.

cross chasms with bold steps. decisive acts crush ailing stricture. a new world struggles, and is born.

the earth shifts. foundations rock and rumble. the very future roils.

i can't imagine "All right reserved. Pirates welcome." would ever hold up in court but law is already for the rich so who fucking cares

really leaning into making my code illegal to read tbh

death comes, my dude

another war criminal in the bag

back on my bullshit (transcribing the pf2srd into python)