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no_more_color @nomorecolor.bsky.social · 21/01/2026

Donald Trump's presidential campaign owed the city of El Paso a substantial sum of money for security and related services the city provided during Trump's campaign stops. I don't know whether the debt was ever paid. If not, booting Air Force One is worth a try.

Air Force One is confined on a runway by a boot similar to those used to enforce traffic laws. An El Paso police officer holds a ticket book and tells Donald Trump, who is on his knees begging, "Beg all you want. The boot ain't coming off until you pay the City of El Paso every cent you owe.

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no_more_color @nomorecolor.bsky.social · 07/07/2025

#poetry #disability

No horizon line
Separated my earth and sky.
Smudges in the same dull gray
A faint hint of the drifting days

What becomes of the dullest gray
As the pale white bleeds away?
But the darkest clouds whited my eyes
Staring through pain did not make me wise

Would you know what my world consumed?
When you look at me, you see a tomb
Of screams so silent the air stands still
Lest the words break the world, endless and shrill.

I trod for miles through the dust
My life mist or flakes of rust
Too light to leave footprints in my wake
Fading insignificant into the emptiness.

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no_more_color @nomorecolor.bsky.social · 03/06/2025

Are United States Navy warship captains scrolling Instagram searching for ways to do their jobs better? If such instruction could be relegated to social media and youtube, America wouldn't need to waste money on military acadamies anymore.

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no_more_color @nomorecolor.bsky.social · 30/05/2025

#disability #poetry

I have reached the end
Living has smeared me thin.
And I can’t keep from breaking anymore.
I want to be where you are.
Unbroken. Whole.
Running through your meadow
As the sunbeams grow

But dying smeared you, too.
Tiny sparks raining from a tissue
Of light. Dispersed in the darkness
Until they can’t be seen.
Solute in the solution
Of oblivion.

I will carry you until I go.
Then these words will catch the faintest glow
Paint your silhouette from the shadows
When someone sees you here, you aren’t gone
And I can bear being alone
Until my sparks sputter as the darkness comes.
And nothing and I become one.

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no_more_color @nomorecolor.bsky.social · 06/05/2025

The bird that appeared Whenever she was near was A vulture circling My breaking heart, feasting On the notion that I could Be loved. Are we wise, Living with the knowledge that "Loving" is grieving? #disability #poetry

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no_more_color @nomorecolor.bsky.social · 02/05/2025

#disability #poetry

My life means nothing
Will I matter when I die,
Rejected no more?

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no_more_color @nomorecolor.bsky.social · 27/04/2025

Just read an internet rant about the conspiracy to convince students that humanities degrees are worthless, with the result that we can't think critically and embrace conspiracy theories. My humanities professors embraced absurd ideas about military service, with nary a sign of critical thought.

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no_more_color @nomorecolor.bsky.social · 22/04/2025

Writing and speaking Means that my soul is bleeding Silence is my peace. #disability #poetry

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no_more_color @nomorecolor.bsky.social · 19/04/2025

#disability #poetry

The words you use aren’t kind, I’ve heard them a thousand times
And they don’t make what you believe the truth
You hate me, you loathe me
So you scream at me hoping that I will bleed from your wounds

I make you sick, so you can’t breathe
So you decided we had to be enemies
I’ve done nothing to you, but you can’t let it be
We didn’t have to be enemies.
I walk the

High road away from you.
Only God knows what I did to you.
This is the life I have, and what I choose
Is to walk the high road, the high road away from you
I walk away, I walk away, because you wanted to be enemies.

All I wanted was to be left alone, to spend my days in solitude
What I’m healing from is none of your concern
Just leave me in peace to tend my wounds
Your threats and your unkind words
Make it harder for me, and won’t heal you.
A truth that has surely eluded
You.

Deep inside, do you know that you are the enemy?
Change me, rearrange me, make me your enemy.
Make me your enemy.
I walk the

High road away from you
Only God knows what I did to you.
This is the life I have, and what I choose
Is to walk the high road, the high road away from you.
I walk away, I walk away, because you wanted to be enemies.

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no_more_color @nomorecolor.bsky.social · 17/04/2025

#disability #poetry

If there were fewer
People, I might have a place
A unique purpose

Rather than being
A superfluous copy
In a niche too full

Of people who don't
Matter because we hurt and
Speak the same way and

The sameness smears us
Painted, frozen forever
Into the background.

I don't want to be
I want to be uniquely
Free.

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no_more_color @nomorecolor.bsky.social · 21/03/2025

Without downloading any new pics, where are you at mentally?

Caption: "When you ask me how I'm doing and I say 'I'm functioning' this is what I mean" displayed over a photograph of a demolished bathroom sink missing its sides and back but still able to catch the water running from its faucet in its drain.

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no_more_color @nomorecolor.bsky.social · 16/01/2025

I do not fit, no matter which way I turn Unable to find my role Dressed in poorly fitting clothes My hat slips over my eyes Cannot see what I am doing wrong As I trip over my pant leg cuffs Lost my desire to get back up Because I will never belong. #disability #poetry

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no_more_color @nomorecolor.bsky.social · 12/01/2025

The psychology department at the local VA hospital invited a patient to speak to them about patient needs. The patient was well prepared, periodically distributing handouts with information to support his points. The meeting was taped, with the patient's consent, for the benefit of a senior staff member who could not be present.
This psychologist noted a couple of odd things while watching the video after the fact. He noticed, rather wryly, that every time a handout was distributed, half the staff would remove their eyeglasses and half the staff would put their eyeglasses on. When the patient running the presentation called attention back to himself and the whiteboard he was writing on, the wearing of eyeglasses among the staffers would reverse. The psychologist realized that the changes in who was wearing glasses followed a pattern. The time between changes would take the same amout of time three times, then it would take a bit longer for three times and revert to the shorter time for three times. He did a Google search to confirm his suspicion: The eyeglass changes were timed to spell "SOS" in Morse code.

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no_more_color @nomorecolor.bsky.social · 14/12/2024

archiveofourown.org/works/61177309

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no_more_color @nomorecolor.bsky.social · 01/12/2024

#poetry

The voters distrust us, can't understand it
We only lie when we aren't asleep
Our Project is golden, we're so excited
To finally herd the sheep.
Feeling euphoric, juiced up on coke
Ain't looked at porn all night
I'm feeling angry, cannot see reason
When I witness decency it fills me with spite

Yeah when you call Trump's name
Foaming like rabid dogs
Yeah when you hear him out
And chant louder to hide from his nonsense, alright

Yeah, we only get elected when the elections are fixed
We totally aren't hypocrites, yeah, that's rich
We're for the freedom of those in the colorless niche
America will be great when everyone else is dead in a ditch

Always the alphas, we move like studs
Picking up our dates at the prom
They are always shy, don't enjoy being worked on
That's alright, we consent for everyone.

Yeah when you call Trump's name
Foaming like rabid dogs
Yeah, when you hate the people he mocks
Promoting their freedom to live in fear of your ignorance

Yeah, we only get elected when the elections are fixed
We totally aren't hypocrites, yeah, that's rich
We're for the freedom of those like us to the least little bit
America will be great when everyone else is dead in a ditch

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no_more_color @nomorecolor.bsky.social · 17/11/2024

Based on the "Rifleman's Creed," as presented in the film Full Metal Jacket. Basing it on "This is my rifle, this is my gun" would have been more awkward. #disability #poetry

This is my pen. There are many like it but this one is mine. It is my guide. I must master it as I master my truth. Without me, my pen is useless. Without my pen, I am useless. My pen must write only what is honest. Together, we will never seek to deceive, only to illuminate. My pen and I know that likes do not count when our words are insincere. We do not hide behind ornaments and bullshit. When we obfuscate, we weaken what we stand for and hurt those we love. In simplicity, we lay our truth bare. We must be understood, that others will understand, that hatred and division will vanish.

Before all that rests within my care, I swear this creed. So be it, until decency is victorious and ignorance is vanquished.

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no_more_color @nomorecolor.bsky.social · 17/11/2024

Fade to Black (Collapse of Civilization Version) #disability #poetry

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no_more_color @nomorecolor.bsky.social · 17/11/2024

#disability #poetry

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no_more_color @nomorecolor.bsky.social · 29/11/2023

#poetry

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