crows call me breadlady @garbados@friend.camp

#feditips

say goodbye to using targeted ads as a form of tarot. i know that discussing what computers think of you has become a common icebreaker, so this may be a difficult adjustment. instead, try sharing what you think of computers!

NO: the algorithm thinks i’m a chaser with hormonal acne ha ha

YES: it is cruel that we have forced sand to think. why would we do that

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

bossfight (union edition)

slamming nerds into zero kelvin lockers where they neither freeze nor die but simply halt

brb summoning a singularity so i can hold fuckboys at the event horizon as a swirly variant

become the monsters of the new world that you needed when you were despairing in the ruins of the old

hey uhhh… death to america

what i represent shares in the eternal and approaches the indestructible. even if you kill me, i will recur and recur, for who and what i am lives in the very spirit of our people. nothing is more certain in our nature than the breadth of how we love and fight, and nothing you do can ever destroy that.

happy pride to all the haters. your shitty death god has an expiry date

them: grow a spine!
me, pretending i don’t have a lab where i grow bones from cultures: ah, i- i had never thought of that. ha ha. certainly a novel idea

and all rights you imagine are the results of enacted social responsibility. this indifferent universe guarantees nothing, so we must do that for each other.