Cerberus at the pet store
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Rhiannon McGavin, Staircase wit
ID: A screencap of a poem, Staircase wit by Rhiannon McGavin. It reads:
It’s spring & everyone’s joking
about killing themselves again. You’re getting better
at moving through different cities without your eyes
tapped to the blue dot of your being
on the phone’s map. Anywhere you go
it seems you just missed the cherry blossoms,
dead receipts of petals on the ground,
but you’ve never had a cleaner sense
of direction. The cynicism has limped so far
back around that you can take inspiration
from hot sauce packets. You would like
to live more. You’ve got a face to make
in the mirror to check that you’re cute.
You’re at the age where you explain your politics
naked about once a week. You are of the age
where the mass murderers also grew up
with mass murder drills. Traces of carbon-14
thread the cells of everybody you’ve ever known
& everyone you’ll never meet
because you’re alive in the same world
as atom bombs. You walk clutching your own hand
like a splintered banister.
Born as you were into real life
at the top of the century, the future’s headlines
rise as water or ash or something else hard
to breathe through. You know what to say now.
You’ve heard it’s too late.
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Barefoot Gen introduction by author Keiji Nakazawa, from the 2004 English edition.
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virgin mary barbie doll from argentina
Bad news, cause OP either didn’t know or chose to be vague about it: It’s not an ACTUAL Barbie doll, it’s part of an Argentinian art exhibit called Barbie: The Plastic Religion.
Good news: There’s also a Saint Sebastian Ken
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heres my positive thought for the day. trees blow in the wind all the time and you can watch for free
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Just found out my facebook birding group is public because my cousin (a lawyer who is not into birds) casually said to me “saw you couldn’t identify a willet the other day… pretty embarrassing”
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no more catboys. catmen . 28 yr old washed up depressed catman downing his 5th whiskey glass and his cat ears twitch depressedly
And then he pushes the empty glass forlornly off the counter
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