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Dr. Clark Triton @clarktriton.bsky.social · 19/04/2025

... I'm probably sleeping on the couch, aren't I.

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Dr. Clark Triton @clarktriton.bsky.social · 19/04/2025

Uh oh. Uh oh. Uh oh uh oh uh oh. *sweating in archeologist*

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Dr. Clark Triton @clarktriton.bsky.social · 31/03/2025

I heard screaming... What's wrong?

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Dr. Clark Triton @clarktriton.bsky.social · 28/03/2025

Hey honey. Quick question. Would you be mad if I said we have more than just one child now?

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Dr. Clark Triton @clarktriton.bsky.social · 27/03/2025

With Brenda in Monte D'or and Luke out of the house at the moment... Maybe I can finally get to cleaning out the garage.

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Dr. Clark Triton @clarktriton.bsky.social · 24/03/2025

Sometimes I wonder if it was all just a dream

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Brenda Triton @brendatriton.bsky.social · 10/03/2025

In light of recent developments, Clark and i just want to announce our absolute support for any of you just now discovering your identity! You're 100% valid and loved <3 #pride #loveislove

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Dr. Clark Triton @clarktriton.bsky.social · 05/03/2025

I had to walk past so many dead fish on my daily stroll past the thames. Who would do this

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Dr. Clark Triton @clarktriton.bsky.social · 05/03/2025

I just looked out of my window. WHAT on earth happened last night?

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Dr. Clark Triton @clarktriton.bsky.social · 02/03/2025

There was a mcdonalds nearby. And I made sure to get chicken nuggets, at least

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Dr. Clark Triton @clarktriton.bsky.social · 01/03/2025

So Brenda landed a while ago and immediately had to be treated for a serious form of food poisoning... thankfully she's fine, she's just been asleep.

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Dr. Clark Triton @clarktriton.bsky.social · 01/03/2025

So Brenda has been away for longer than planned. it's not unusual for her to extend trips but usually she'd call me first.. ... No, I'm overthinking it, surely.

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Dr. Clark Triton @clarktriton.bsky.social · 24/02/2025

If the weather stays like this, I think I'll go out fishing in a bit.

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Dr. Clark Triton @clarktriton.bsky.social · 22/02/2025

I sense a disturbance in the force

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Dr. Clark Triton @clarktriton.bsky.social · 17/02/2025

I have just been informed what a 'rizzler' actually means. I would like to formally apologize for my earlier statements

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Dr. Clark Triton @clarktriton.bsky.social · 17/02/2025

Normally I'd say I would gladly take up this offer in anyone's stead but after recent... events, I think I'm swearing off plays for the following— forever, actually.

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Dr. Clark Triton @clarktriton.bsky.social · 10/02/2025

So did I. Did we have the same dream?

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Dimitri Allen @dimitriallen.bsky.social · 10/02/2025

It is getting cold again. Good. What’s the purpose of the warmth if it will only deceive you? If it lulls you into a sense of security only to pull the wool over your eyes? There is so love. The warmth never existed. What a good you were to think it did.

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Dimitri Allen @dimitriallen.bsky.social · 10/02/2025

All you wanted was a hug. A simple assurance. A pat on the back. An ‘I love you’. An ‘I’m proud of you’. Was that too much to ask? The world tilts on its side. It turns a sickly rotten green as you see it for what it is. It is a dirty, diseased thing. It does not love you.

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Theodore Bronev @theodorebronev.bsky.social · 10/02/2025

(There is a voice which echoes among all things animate or not. It is to be. It will always be so. To be together is a gift. I want to give that to you. I can see the planes. I know who I could have been. But I'm not him. I'm here. With you, now. And we are love. We are warmth. We are together.)

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Dimitri Allen @dimitriallen.bsky.social · 10/02/2025

You’d do anything to feel the heat again. So what if it hurts? Humans are bound to hurt one way or another. We hurt each other. We hurt ourselves. War and peace and famine and disease and aid and a hand that reaches for yours to pull you up or push you down or give you a hug.

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Dimitri Allen @dimitriallen.bsky.social · 10/02/2025

And when one does reach the goal they so long for, it feels disappointing. Was this what your work has shown? A mere combination of gases? It won’t take long, in the scheme of things, for that star, that match, that candle to burn out. Where was the warmth of spring? Where was the heat?

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Dimitri Allen @dimitriallen.bsky.social · 10/02/2025

Those in front and those behind all reach with you. You look upon the backs of those in front of you with envy. You deserve what they have. To those behind, you look with contempt. You are better. You deserve to win. To reach the stars. To feel the warmth once again. You crave it.

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Dimitri Allen @dimitriallen.bsky.social · 10/02/2025

The heat of rage has burnt itself short. There is no down. Not here. Instead, there are places. Before you and behind you. The goal is taught young. You have to be first. You have to win. You must win that trophy, that medal, that prize. You reach for the stars.

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Theodore Bronev @theodorebronev.bsky.social · 10/02/2025

(Age is universal, yet nothing separates those which are elder or younger. There is no line drawn. There never was. They hold and cradle one another in different ways. There is one thing that stays the same between them, and it is love. I won't leave. I'll walk with you. I love you. I promise.)

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Dimitri Allen @dimitriallen.bsky.social · 10/02/2025

Down and down. It is natural. It is gravity. A child’s rule. If you drop things, it goes down. If you miss a step, if you trip, you too will go down. Eventually that begins to feel like a trip will place you behind. You must keep pace. You must keep walking.

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Dimitri Allen @dimitriallen.bsky.social · 10/02/2025

Why must we burn? The rage grows. It swelters. Why must the warmth that once was so tender- so sweet- now hurt? Why must we hurt? We fly too close to the sun. The wax of our wings melt, then drip. And then we are falling. We were born to fall. And to fly. But now we are falling.

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Dimitri Allen @dimitriallen.bsky.social · 10/02/2025

It burns. Humans are rather like moths, don’t you think? In the way that we flock to light. To fire. We know it will burn. And we touch anyway. We reach in. Pass out hands over it. It echoes the warmth of that which we have lost. We hover. It burns.

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Dimitri Allen @dimitriallen.bsky.social · 10/02/2025

The warmth continues to grow. It is summer. It is heat now. It is passion. It is love of a burning nature, of an obsession. It is anger. Summer is a beast that lashes at those who dare enter unprepared. The pavement hurts your feet. You continue walking. You must.

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Dimitri Allen @dimitriallen.bsky.social · 10/02/2025

You flex your fingers. The stiffness is gone. Perhaps, you think, perhaps this is what living is for. To love. To be loved. To live is to find a purpose. To live is to find something precious and cherish it. You are at peace. To live is to find beauty in your world.

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Dimitri Allen @dimitriallen.bsky.social · 10/02/2025

Spring comes. Life is worth living once more. The sun peeks through the clouds. It is laughter. It is the wiping of tears, of the ending of sickness. It is waking up in the morning to realize you want to get up. When had you stopped wanting to get up?

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Theodore Bronev @theodorebronev.bsky.social · 10/02/2025

(There is an incarnation that hugs me close. I know it's you. I'll never forget. It's as though I had been blind and I finally, at last, get a glimpse of the stars. Of all that makes us. You're hurt. Do you remember me? We can feel the warmth of the sun again. I know it's you. I'll never forget.)

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Dimitri Allen @dimitriallen.bsky.social · 10/02/2025

The hands that once cradled you are turning to bone, to ash. There is no one left to hold you, to guide you as you drift. The cold leaves, little by little. Daisies pop up from the snow. Perhaps you meet a new love. Perhaps you start a new hobby. Something small. Something lovely.

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Dimitri Allen @dimitriallen.bsky.social · 10/02/2025

It is disillusionment. It is seeing the wrinkles on your hands and knowing that there is an everpresent march to the end. Are you running out of time? You never know what might happen. The end could happen at any moment. Isn’t it terrifying? Look at what you have become!

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Dimitri Allen @dimitriallen.bsky.social · 10/02/2025

The change is slow. One can hardly notice themself becoming different until it has already happened. And then your hands are cold and frostbitten. When did they get so numb? Who hurt you? Who allowed this to happen? How could time, in her infinite grace, do this?

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