blood, feet, surgery, house-razing
While cutting at my feet, my surgeon mentioned that her house had just burned. The details echoed, startlingly closely, those of the house-fire I narrowly escaped as a child, but I was too preoccupied with bleeding & being sympathetic to worry that I might be a carrier for a curse.
Image from page 21 of "Character and treatment of swamp or muck soils [microform]" (1909)
@stolas If they wanted their architectural flourishes intact, they should have either offered canapés or not invited me.
@Sylvhem Sorry, I've lied. I can't even bite through a pebble with my pathetic human teeth, let alone devour that sort of architectural flourish.
@Sylvhem I arrived at the party dressed as the ravages of time and soon realized scuffing floors & strewing dust wouldn't be enough to win me the costume contest.
Scarp scree clatter.
Within 30 miles of Philadelphia, because of a curse.
Une instance se voulant accueillante pour les personnes queers, féministes et anarchistes ainsi que pour leurs sympathisant·e·s. Nous sommes principalement francophones, mais vous êtes les bienvenu·e·s quelle que soit votre langue.
A welcoming instance for queer, feminist and anarchist people as well as their sympathizers. We are mainly French-speaking people, but you are welcome whatever your language might be.