dreams
Wake up. Go to work. Pass by moron neighbours' ring doorbell cameras automatically connected to amazon sidewalk exchanging data freely within cameras that automatically zoom in on you. Get yelled at by someone over a ring camera's speaker for loitering in one spot for a little too long while looking out at the sunrise. Get to work. Get yelled by the manager for clocking in precisely 1 minute late. Get stalked by the manager and yelled at for taking too many bathroom breaks or for going 2 minutes over my 10 minute lunch break. Clock out. Go home. Check tumblr and see that strangers have amassed google docs detailing my friends' posting habits in an attempt to triangulate their locations, dozens of tgirls I knew terminated by targeted harassment campaigns. See my own self shared to who knows how many ultra-reactionary blogs run by labour aristocrats intent on securing their own class position at the expense of me and my friends. Check bsky, I'm not actually allowed to see anything on my feed because the laws where I live require me to enter in my state ID to use the site. Check the news. Random Venezuelan fishermen, mere dots in the sea, attacked and murdered by the USA for the purpose of provoking a response which can "justify" a full invasion, identified using the most advanced surveillance and detection technology in the world.
This is what a surveillance state really looks like, constructed at the grass-roots, corporate, and state levels to protect and advance imperialism and its capitalist base and patriarchy, especially in its current rabidly transmisogynistic form.
In fifth grade a boy tried to impress me by swallowing a whole tadpole live and I punched him so hard that he puked and the tadpole was fine.
I kept it in a terrarium and it became a normal 🐸 despite everything. About a year afterward (I thought) it died, so I sadly put it in a shoebox in the shed until the ground thawed enough for a proper funeral but when that day came I opened the box and the frog was fine.
This is funnier than anything I have ever said.
This post is to Easter what a Geiger counter is to radiation.
puppy play but halfway thru i suddenly start barking and run off into the woods faster than u can keep up with. u quickly lose sight of me. u call out my name and whistle to no response. u walk slowly in hopes of hearing where i may be but its dead quite. my barking stopped some distance away. it was getting dark when i ran off but now its pitch black. against ur better judgment u leave in hopes that ill come back of my own accord. 3 days later uve given up hope. ur printing out lost dog posters when u hear scratching at the door. u open it to see me. u lunge forward and hug me so excited i came back. immediately upon being back u feel like somethings off. i look and sound just like me. but i walk around the house like i hadnt been there. i refuse to eat anything even treats. and when u look at me u get the sinking feeling these are different eyes staring back at u. almost as if theyre seeing more than usual. u initially write it off as just being due to stress of being in the woods alone for a few days. but one day in the middle of the night u hear a scratching. u think its me but im asleep on the floor by ur bed. u walk out into the hallway. u follow the noise to the front door. under the sound of scratching is whining. my whining. u swing open the door to a barrage of licks and headbutts. the joy u get from seeing me immediately sinks into a gutteral fear as u realize the dog that came back. the dog uve spent a week sleeping next to. was not me. but some kind of imitation. i start snarling. then whimpering. u dont need to turn around to know what was standing behind u. u pick me up and run as fast as u can. stomping footsteps way too close behind u. and then. nothing. u turn around just in time to see the thing that was once imitating ur dog lurch into the woods. it lets out one final bark in my voice. then disappears into the trees. and then we like. have sex or something
