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  1. Comment on Tildylongstockings, what’s your morning routine? in ~talk

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    oooh whats up tofu scramble gang. what spices do yo use? i crutch on turmeric, sea salt, and whatever i happen to have handy hahaha. when in doubt, spread atop hashbrowns and sliced avocado

    oooh whats up tofu scramble gang. what spices do yo use?

    i crutch on turmeric, sea salt, and whatever i happen to have handy hahaha. when in doubt, spread atop hashbrowns and sliced avocado

    2 votes
  2. Comment on She took her amputated leg home, and you can too in ~misc

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    Ew lmao it looks like the bogwater remains of a diabetic Mr. Goodyear hahaha. That said, if I had to amputate a leg, guarandamntee that them bones is getting reassembled and going up on the wall...

    Ew lmao it looks like the bogwater remains of a diabetic Mr. Goodyear hahaha.

    That said, if I had to amputate a leg, guarandamntee that them bones is getting reassembled and going up on the wall in a shadowbox

    1 vote
  3. Comment on What’s the status on anonymous comments? in ~tildes

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    Was just thinking about this when I saw the Kind Words thread tbh

    Was just thinking about this when I saw the Kind Words thread tbh

    6 votes
  4. I keep on my journey when the world's asleep, searching you out, like a bewildered sheep. If you'll come to my aid when you see me- with my knees bleeding red on these cobblestone streets. It must...

    I keep on my journey when the world's asleep,

    searching you out, like a bewildered sheep.

    If you'll come to my aid when you see me-

    with my knees bleeding red on these cobblestone streets.

    It must be the price of my earthly sin,

    that I've no food or water for nourishment

    that I crawl alone, in the dark, hoping.

    I am the moonlight masochist.

    ..

    So hear me cry out your name, whoever you are.

    Bring me the moon, and make me your star.

    Protect me like mountains and be my guard.

    Help me sleep sound when the noise is harsh.

    Be the hearth for my fire; the warmth for my heart.

    Get me into a home, and out of the bars.

    Can you hear my infantile, crying heart -

    My moonlight masochist matriarch.

    ..

    I cough as I choke on the poisoned air.

    No one around who seems to care -

    Save for two beady eyes who approach and glare,

    a thin coyote with a hungry stare.

    I only hear howls in monotone

    as two other dogs come sniff my throat

    But at least when they carry off my bones,

    I can kinda say I never died alone.

    ..

    Hear me cry out your name, whoever you are.

    Bring me the moon, and make me your star.

    Protect me like mountains and be my guard.

    Help me sleep sound when the noise is harsh.

    Be the hearth for my fire; the warmth for my heart.

    Get me into a home, and out of the bars.

    Can you hear my infantile, crying heart -

    My moonlight masochist matriarch.

    6 votes
  5. I was a kintsugi bitch A dull, forgotten, broken pot And then you fixed me up . You lined me with your own dweomercrafted brand of gold Lac, Mel, et Saccharum . And when you’d starve me for...

    I was a kintsugi bitch

    A dull, forgotten, broken pot

    And then you fixed me up

    .

    You lined me with your own

    dweomercrafted brand of gold

    Lac, Mel, et Saccharum

    .

    And when you’d starve me for attention,

    Fed me more from your breast

    Til you filled me up

    .

    And then I’d look you in the eyes

    Sugar broiling in the stomach

    Am I pretty now

    ..

    Lost, full, and quite ignored

    When you had leapt onto the floor

    And said we’ve got to go

    .

    I grabbed your hand and followed blind

    My stomach churned I lagged behind

    You were the love I know

    .

    You said we’re going to the sea

    My dear you’ll spend a life with me

    We’ll make the waves a home

    .

    And I smiled ear to ear

    Cheeks were blushing like a deer

    Am I pretty now

    ..

    And then we made it to the bay

    quickly climbed into a boat

    They never have to know

    .

    We headed south for centuries

    They cannot take the memories

    I never hunger now

    .

    And after weeks of solitude

    A stranger came into the view

    There was another boat

    .

    My stomach burned, concerned,

    Not a soul had stood astern

    You produced a rope

    ..

    You gave a gentle kiss

    And slid the twine across my wrists

    And tied them into knots

    Dipped my legs into the water

    Either hand tied either helm

    Stretched into a cross

    I looked up at you in fear

    Just to see you’ve disappeared

    I started crying out.

    My stomach burned under the water

    And the sun was getting hotter

    And I’m all alone.

    I pleased come to feed me

    Don’t leave me weak, depleting

    I got no response.

    The fish were getting curious

    Flies buzzed something furious

    They knew what I did not

    That if you leave out milk and honey

    In the heat, in weather sunny,

    It’ll start to rot.

    .

    Months had passed in sickly motion

    Head leaned back, my eyes were open

    I died long ago.

    The bugs ate at my open mouth

    My skin was yellow, wrought with drought

    My throat housed a mold

    The waters smelled of sulfate

    As the serpents ate my stomach ache

    My blood has washed away

    The rope gave up on hope and

    Threw my purple, molten corpse into the ocean

    Am I pretty now?

    .

    .

    .

    5 votes
  6. Comment on hey i have a question in ~creative

    Bishop
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    this is what ya use your first comment on Tildes for? i'm honored. (and a bit curious if i've scared any new people away in my time here 😂)

    this is what ya use your first comment on Tildes for? i'm honored. (and a bit curious if i've scared any new people away in my time here 😂)

    4 votes
  7. hey i have a question

    it's kinda silly kinda nothing but i was thinkin kinda wondering hey. if i asked. would you pick the loose string from my sweater bring a blanket in cloudy weather go with me on an adventure give...

    it's kinda silly

    kinda nothing

    but i was thinkin

    kinda wondering

    hey.

    if i asked.

    would you pick the loose string from my sweater

    bring a blanket in cloudy weather

    go with me on an adventure

    give a little hug, a little pressure

    would you grab a little snack

    put my favorite towel on the rack

    hear me sing, and try not to laugh

    or light a blunt, hit twice, and pass

    help me dye my hair

    tell me i look cute in underwear

    text me just to say you're there

    snap your cookie just to share

    or rub my neck soft when it hurts

    tell my i've a way with words

    walk to the park when wind's absurd

    just to sip a tea and watch the birds

    tell me that you like my lips

    pick me clothes out for a trip

    head to the lake to skinny dip

    and blush a bit because you like my hips

    could you

    sweat with me at the gym

    fill our popcorn to the brim

    say that this shirt makes me look slim

    and maybe love me limb from limb

    instead of him

    .

    .

    .

    18 votes
  8. Comment on metaphysical sigh. in ~creative

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    also fuck lexapro

    also fuck lexapro

    1 vote
  9. metaphysical sigh.

    one day i will die one day so will you. the pictures on the wall will end up in the trash or old and tattered in an attic. our greatest of great-grandkids won't know our faces or how deeply we...

    one day

    i will die

    one day

    so will you.

    the pictures on the wall

    will end up in the trash

    or old and tattered

    in an attic.

    our greatest of great-grandkids

    won't know our faces or

    how deeply we were saddened

    to never see them grow

    to never learn the world they know

    to never speak their modern language

    or watch the trees around them

    grow.

    for we'll be dead in the ground

    and we'll never hear a sound

    for what comes next ain't only silence

    it ain't blood and it ain't violence

    it just

    ain't.

    so for now we're killing time perhaps

    we'll get laid or

    learn to paint.

    but in the end, it all goes out

    into the trash

    into the dust

    and rest assured

    into the ground.

    .

    if you choose to abuse me

    i'd rather hear threats for ever than

    hear no sound.

    because if you're still here to hurt me

    i can say that someone

    stuck around.

    .

    .

    .

    before i'm buried in the ground.

    9 votes
  10. Comment on What purpose does Tildes serve that Reddit does not? in ~tildes

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    my vote still goes out to Tilde Swintons tbh

    my vote still goes out to Tilde Swintons tbh

    21 votes
  11. Comment on Do you collect questions? What are some questions on your list? in ~talk

    Bishop
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    These kinds of comments are my favorite things on the internet. "Oh hey you want to do this awesome project? Here's what you need to know and a top-level bulleted list of the things you need to...

    These kinds of comments are my favorite things on the internet.

    "Oh hey you want to do this awesome project? Here's what you need to know and a top-level bulleted list of the things you need to do."

    So cool.

    6 votes
  12. Comment on what’s the most drastic choice you’ve ever made in your life? how’d it turn out? in ~talk

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    oh ,y fixing g god say more words. please continue speaking

    oh ,y fixing g god say more words. please continue speaking

    2 votes
  13. Comment on what’s the most drastic choice you’ve ever made in your life? how’d it turn out? in ~talk

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    If she’s a nutritionist, she sells Herbalife. If she’s a dietician, she went to school for it. Eating Animals fucking the Foer brothers are some of my favorite authors. I highly recommend....

    If she’s a nutritionist, she sells Herbalife. If she’s a dietician, she went to school for it.

    Eating Animals fucking the Foer brothers are some of my favorite authors. I highly recommend. “Moonwalking with zEinstein” by the other one. (No z but I can’t be fucked to delete(

    poor self control the vegan in me wants to recommend the documentaries Food Inc. or (better yet) Earthlings. The goth drunken bastard in me understands.

    Hope you’re doing well, pal

    4 votes
  14. gotta have a body here, but i don’t want to run into that former askreddit problem, so here are some of my favorite bodies instead: https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bog_of_Allen...

    gotta have a body here, but i don’t want to run into that former askreddit problem, so here are some of my favorite bodies instead:

    https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bog_of_Allen

    https://open.spotify.com/artist/3xYXYzm9H3RzyQgBrYwIcx?nd=1

    http://classics.mit.edu/Antoninus/meditations.html

    https://www.wikipedia.org

    20 votes
  15. Comment on We put a “sin tax” on cigarettes and alcohol. Why not meat? in ~food

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    (Incoming Americo-centrism or An American's perspective.) Because America wasn't founded on a sense of modern ethical purity; rather some bullshit 17th/18th century Puritan settler value-system....

    (Incoming Americo-centrism or An American's perspective.)

    Because America wasn't founded on a sense of modern ethical purity; rather some bullshit 17th/18th century Puritan settler value-system.

    And tbh, coming from someone who doesn't eat meat, I don't even think there would've been a need for a quasi-"sin tax" on meat way back when. The true atrocity of abject animal torture in the production of "food" is a relatively modern problem, having only began sometime in the 20th century. (No sources atm, y'all are lucky that these are complete sentences tbh.)

    Were it not for the discovery of the procedures/methods that led to today's mass-market industrial agriculture, I think that the idea of equality concerning the lives of animals would be none other than an interesting philosophical thought experiment. (That is to say, here where I am. Surely different cultures would still place different amounts of value on this - some still opting to avoid eating pigs, cows, fish, etc. for their own reasons.)

    7 votes