A dreamer of pictures. Mom of @samadog.bsky.social. Art, jazz, solitude. Sic semper tyrannis. Probably having a day.
𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚎 🪷
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☝️ @valpmb.bsky.social
"Rise like Lions after slumber
In unvanquishable number,
Shake your chains to earth like dew
Which in sleep had fallen on you—
Ye are many—they are few."
- Shelley, The Masque of Anarchy, 1819
Everything is awful and my furnace is about to die. Maybe I can sell a kidney.
Not that I'm judging but it's probably time to take that dead brown Christmas wreath off your front door.
Me at work today:
Morning, all. A sweet, smooth one from Sonny Criss, who left us far too soon. 🎶💙
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Hey @sentimentbot.bsky.social what's up with my bad self?
