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P A L I M R Y A 𓃏 @wyrm.ing · 30/09/2026

STOP STOP STOP YOU’re hurting her!!!

screenshot of automated hospital text messages:

MGB: The patient is in the operating room.
Reply STOP to opt out.
MGB: The patient's procedure has begun.
Reply STOP to opt out.

P A L I M R Y A 𓃏 @wyrm.ing · 25/09/2026

i could rant for an hour about The Menu but the gist is that, imo, it’s disgustingly insincere, lazy, and morally bankrupt to a degree that might be forgivable (in the way a lion’s meal is forgivable) if it were a Daily Wire film. have u seen any Dhar Mann videos? i think it’s a lot like those

Palim
The Menu 2022
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Reviewed Nov 18, 2023
If you pinned Dhar Mann's eyelids open, made him read the entire Everyday Feminism archive, then gave him 30 million dollars and said, "do what your heart tells you," he would make The Menu in a weekend and get back to union busting on Monday. My favorite epic clapback moment is when the evil Asian vulcan engages in bladed combat while intoning Al-generated exposition in broken English but the white girl wins because she's the ratatouille rat. God I fucking hate this movie

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P A L I M R Y A 𓃏 @wyrm.ing · 26/08/2026

i was unsure of this when i published it. i wrote it from the depths of long covid in a year without music. the final paragraphs plagued me for months. i worried the themes and symbols were too many, too messy, too obvious or obscure. i finally read it again, and no. it goes so fucking hard!!! fuck

screenshot which reads: “seeds tinkle on through the balcony grate and down into nothing, down into dark. In her daze Madly sees some wretch of a tree, bruting up from the neon swamp at the bottom of all, burned and battered back in its rise but breaching ever on, its branches a bastard's panoply of radioactive light and dripping sick drupes of cadmium red, galena blue, all gorging up and out into the clemence of a pervert sky.”

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P A L I M R Y A 𓃏 @wyrm.ing · 04/08/2026

(๑o̴̶̷̥᷅﹏o̴̶̷̥᷅๑)꒳ᵒ꒳ᵎᵎᵎ

wikipedia screenshot reading:

Species within the genus Tresus include:
• Tresus allomyax (Coan & Scott, 2000) - strange
gaper
• Tresus capax (Gould, 1850) - fat gaper
• Tresus keenae (Kuroda & Habe, 1950) - mirugai
clam
• Tresus nuttallii (Conrad, 1837) - Pacific gaper
• Tresus pajaroanus (Conrad, 1857) - lost gaper

wikipedia screenshot reading: The meat is good and makes excellent chowder. They tend to be ignored by sport diggers in Washington but not in Oregon.

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P A L I M R Y A 𓃏 @wyrm.ing · 03/08/2026

if anyone has experience working with indie RPG publishers (beyond just posting on itch), i’d love some advice, bc i’m a little daunted by the social/industry aspect. here’s a cute lil snippet

screenshot that reads:

Your body is a SQUISHY thing whose see-through flesh flexes to fit through glittering vugs and crooked chasms underneath the world. Its sputtering palms are hot enough to melt stone, so you flux and fillet its foes with dripping fingers.

Your body is a GALLANT thing whose armor sports nine gay coats of magic paint.
With its beam glaive and somatic spells you cast glows onto café awnings and sear wounds into ruined clock towers, crushing lost kids under clunky sabatons.

Your body is a TOXIC thing whose filthy holes leak teratogens into glowy rivers and sweat out smog into melting villages. With its helltongue and sarcoma spray you morph its enemies—and the fucked landscape—into worse or weirder shapes.

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P A L I M R Y A 𓃏 @wyrm.ing · 17/07/2026

bumbled into a cabinet door last night, which instead of bruising somehow set an orchid petal on my collarbone so delicately that i don’t dare to bend

photo of my collarbone & a bruise that looks like an orchid petal

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P A L I M R Y A 𓃏 @wyrm.ing · 17/07/2026

as someone who never experienced the feeling called “relaxation” for 3+ decades and now sometimes does, i keep having these dumb moments where i’m like “huh, it’s weird that food can taste really good” or “wow, people are so nice to me…” every good thing in my life feels like this pic

photo of a 1-year-old stag beetle wearing a birthday hat, about to eat a banana with a lit candle stuck in it

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P A L I M R Y A 𓃏 @wyrm.ing · 16/07/2026

screenshotted because i don't mean to argue with kind, beleaguered editors. but: i disagree with this perspective! is it hypocritical to use a knife for cutting vegetables if you also oppose stabbings? using a tool to scam people and using a similar tool to prevent scams are totally different things

screenshot of a bluesky post by Solarpunk Magazine that reads:

"3/3 At least we don't run your work through AI checkers without your permission like a lot of publishers do, considering the fact that AI checkers *are also AI*"

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P A L I M R Y A 𓃏 @wyrm.ing · 15/07/2026

it’s kinda cunt how much conservative podcaster Theo Von looks like Max from The L Word. the little goatee he gives himself almost feels transphobic

photo of Theo Von. he has a weird haircut

photo of the character Max from the show The L Word. he has a weird haircut

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P A L I M R Y A 𓃏 @wyrm.ing · 25/06/2026

i really need you all to know that the director of the new Ben Shapiro Daily Wire movie about woke Islamists once wrote, directed, and starred in a forcefem humiliation movie in which he plays a callow, desperate young filmmaker forced to wear effeminate earrings by giantess Ray Wise

Letterboxd screenshot of the page for a movie called Pennyweight. the synopsis reads: “Blaine Kinney, an aspiring young filmmaker, approaches an eccentric and extremely wealthy businessman, Fentworth Pennyweight III, for help in financing his first film. To his surprise, Mr. Pennyweight agrees to fund the entire movie with one small stipulation: Blaine must wear a ridiculously large and effeminate pair of earrings for exactly one year. Desperate for money, he agrees to the deal.”

poster for the movie “Pennyweight”, in which a shocked man wearing big colorful floral earrings clutches a briefcase while being sensually squeezed by the gigantic hand of actor Ray Wise

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P A L I M R Y A 𓃏 @wyrm.ing · 04/06/2026

the genetic craving for travis scott fortnite inheres in every demographic

screenshot of a grinder notification reading: “Madonna LIVE in Times Square! 42m ago
Tune in now on Grindr Presents”

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P A L I M R Y A 𓃏 @wyrm.ing · 15/05/2026

the neurologist says i have to wear this cute beacon while i sleep. it smells like niacinimide & cigarettes, i guess to encourage me to dream of beautiful women. or maybe because they forgot to wash it

photo of my hand & wrist wearing a red translucent plastic actigraph bracelet

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P A L I M R Y A 𓃏 @wyrm.ing · 14/05/2026

the four sex scenes i’ve ever written: • iambic verse about recreational progesterone use • really just murder • tongue acid burn child orgy 🥴 • bf’s dick snaps in half because the protagonist has an intrusive sense memory of being a pig on a factory farm (excerpt from this one, a WIP horror piece)

[…] second, and the lubey slurp of foreskin on waxed thigh has you brace for footing as some pig's clumsy broken leg in your mind shittens your tail. You buck as your boyfriend slides himself back in, and his dick pops when it breaks like every hard thing does. He squeals and squeals.

When he gets back from the ER you're in the bathroom with water on for noise, but your skin's too wrecked from showering to shower. In the morning he watches your kid's procedurally personalized pony cartoon over your shoulder while you eat what you eat. Um. How exactly are we going to get out of this stupid place, the sassy one says.
Your kid's synthesized pony voice says something smart about love or working together while your real kid laughs.

You start sleeping on the couch.

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P A L I M R Y A 𓃏 @wyrm.ing · 28/04/2026

this book has made me cry more times per word than like anything else i’ve read since i was a kid. calvino’s ability to pace image and meaning into perfect lamination is fucking crazy. it’s so simple!!! it does so much!!!

photo of a spread from the Italo Calvino book Invisible Cities that reads:

Hidden Cities 2

In Raissa, life is not happy. People wring their hands as they walk in the streets, curse the crying children, lean on the railings over the river and press their fists to their temples. In the morning you wake from one bad dream and another begins. At the workbenches where, every moment, you hit your finger with a hammer or prick it with a needle, or over the columns of figures all awry in the ledgers of merchants and bankers, or at the rows of empty glasses on the zinc counters of the wineshops, the bent heads at least conceal the general grim gaze. Inside the houses it is worse, and you do not have to enter to lear this: in the summer the windows resound with quarrels and broken dishes.

And yet, in Raissa, at every moment there is a child in a window who laughs seeing a dog that has jumped on a shed to bite into a piece of polenta dropped by a stonemason who has shouted from the top of the scaffolding,
"Darling, let me dip into it," to a young serving-maid who holds up a dish of ragout under the pergola, happy to serve it to the umbrella-maker who is celebrating a successful trans-action, a white lace parasol bought to display at the races by a great lady in love with an officer who has smiled at her taking the last jump, happy man, and still happier his horse, flying over the obscacles, seeing a francolin flying in the sky, happy bird freed from its cage by a painter happy at having painted it feather by feather, speckled with red and yellow in the illumination of that page in the volume where the philosopher says: "Also in Raissa, city of sadness, there runs an invisible thread that binds one living being to another for a moment, then unravels, then is stretched again between moving points as it draws new and rapid patterns so that at every second the unhappy city contains a happy city unaware of its own existence."

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P A L I M R Y A 𓃏 @wyrm.ing · 27/04/2026

suddenly remembering that i gave myself an industrial effluent fetish while writing this. reading now about metalliferous fluid sampling, wishing some of these beautiful ecological-perversion-adapted single-celled freaks would pound my osmotically vulnerable prostate

screenshot from Wikipedia which reads: “A protozoan species, Euglena mutabilis, was found to reside in the pit by Andrea A. Stierle and Donald B. Stierle, and the protozoans have been found to have adapted to the harsh conditions of the water. Intense competition for the limited resources caused these species to evolve the production of highly toxic compounds to improve survivability. Natural products such as berkeleydione, berkeleytrione, [18] and berkelic acid [19] have been isolated from these organisms which show selective activity against cancer cell lines. Some of these species ingest metals and are being investigated as an alternative means of cleaning the water.[20]”

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P A L I M R Y A 𓃏 @wyrm.ing · 01/04/2026

i ordered the cum drink at taco bell and it’s quite good. another in a long line of brilliant mormon sexual inventions (soaking, jump humping, etc.)

photo of a Taco Bell cup, on the floor (where it belongs), containing a dewy white “dirty soda” combo of Starry soda and milk syrup

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P A L I M R Y A 𓃏 @wyrm.ing · 18/03/2026

why does the maid in the 1995 Pride and Prejudice miniseries look like every post-FFS girl i know

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P A L I M R Y A 𓃏 @wyrm.ing · 14/03/2026

i was referring to this passage, which is about the quality of the art itself

screenshot reading: “But beyond my work, Mechsploitation as a genre has...
I want to say blossomed, but it hasn't. There are a handful of works, maybe, that are brought up, but there are a few more than there used to be.
Lynx Saxon, Proletkvlt, Mira Gale, the art of Marigold and Splashzone, and so on. Rho still writes. You should read their works, find them and follow them. Good art is being made. Just not enough.”

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P A L I M R Y A 𓃏 @wyrm.ing · 11/02/2026

my entire artistic career consists of trying to do with words what they did with the coyote scene in Collateral

Tom Cruise as Vincent the killer, seen through a blur of clear plastic, eyes glittering in horrific recognition of the preciousness of his own fragile connection to the world

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P A L I M R Y A 𓃏 @wyrm.ing · 17/01/2026

was watching a dating show with my friend last night and we fucking died when they put this guy’s profession on the screen

a guy labeled “MARCO, MALE COMEDIAN, LOS ANGELES, CA”

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P A L I M R Y A 𓃏 @wyrm.ing · 16/12/2025

i’ve taken my facial mods as an opportunity to be like racer X (no publicly scrapeable likeness), which sucks bc i’m cuter than ever & i wanna post visage!! bwau!! i just remembered i can still post thirst traps tho hehe

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P A L I M R Y A 𓃏 @wyrm.ing · 13/12/2025

HEAVY AS ALL BREATH is a vicious little love letter to effluents, to praxis, to moms — and to guro, both as an erotic artform and as a technique for integrating the inevitability of disability, death, and even disillusionment into the durably broken shape of a life well lived. hope u like it!!

excerpt that reads:

“People say nothing happens.” Madly’s close now, pupils thick, breath like dead roses. “You hear that? I hear it all the time. Hellworld. Nothing happens.”

She plants the cracker in the foam of the dash.

“Here’s what’s happening. You’re gonna take some deep breaths, count to ten. It’s safer if you’re relaxed.”

spread from Hariton Pushwagner's comic Soft City. drivers and passengers step out of an endless grid of cars, two window-studded buildings rising on either side to obliterate the horizon. caption: "GETTING OUT OF THE CAR". a thought bubble protrudes from a building window that reads: "WHERE IS THE MIND WHEN THE BODY IS HERE?"

screenshot from a Wikipedia article: "Tailings are also called mine dumps, culm dumps, slimes, refuse, leach residue, slickens, or terracone (terrikon).[citation needed]"

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P A L I M R Y A 𓃏 @wyrm.ing · 01/11/2025

my guilty autumn pleasure is to visit the local orchard and inject helium into all the trees

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P A L I M R Y A 𓃏 @wyrm.ing · 31/10/2025

the moon macchiating river skin licks me as helicopter searchings tonight, stadium speaker brawn gawping over water as posse siccings. a duck family saw my light and thought i’d kill them as i approached. but i don’t think anyone needs to do that, to anyone

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P A L I M R Y A 𓃏 @wyrm.ing · 25/10/2025

a fuzzion hangargyre has flypods aplenty. grub in there igniting some of the fuel, i see.. ace bombinators will be none too pleased, so u better get moving, lil saboteur..

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P A L I M R Y A 𓃏 @wyrm.ing · 14/06/2025

tomorrow is shining like a razor blade

(american fascism in its occult science era harnesses the eternal underpower of kept eunuchs with tenuous grasps on the material realm, docilized with occasional trips to the smithsonian chrysalis exhibit)

handler: we believe the clinton liberation front still has chocolate milk. full fat. freeze dried in the martha's vineyard bunker. we need you to commune with someone who can confirm or deny. he's named Balaam and his head is shaped like a bull's head, and his tail is like a serpent's tail, and his teeth are

me, covered in shit, droolingly possessed by the restless spirit of a failed nerdcore rapper who thinks i'm his girlfriend and we're pregaming in his 2008 dorm room: check it out babe. in bed i'm daniel craig with his little finga. some bitches know that i keep it bazinga. yeeOWTCH cattle prod

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P A L I M R Y A 𓃏 @wyrm.ing · 08/06/2025

a good mech name exudes neotenous insecurity: bravadic desperation, clownish self-effacement, pretension, deathlust. the moment you put on that big stupid coffin of an outfit you remember what you once feared to lose

• Stupid Answer
• Good Guess
• Zeitgeber
• Say-No-More
• Forgotten Boy
• Hemoclyst
• Fourth Time
• Ponderosa

• Pretty
• Giftgiven
• Geonomicon
• Two Hands
• Gelding
• Calsomine
• Are You Listening?
• Hell

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P A L I M R Y A 𓃏 @wyrm.ing · 29/05/2025

one of my favorite things is a pair of epigraphs in juxtaposition (i’m always saying this 🥴). this from Underland by @robgmacfarlane.bsky.social goes so fucking hard

“Is it dark down there
Where the grass grows through the hair?
Is it dark in the under-land of Null?”
Helen Adam, 'Down There in the Dark', 1952

“The void migrates to the surface...”
Advances in Geophysics, 2016

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P A L I M R Y A 𓃏 @wyrm.ing · 13/05/2025

the Hinge AI is negging my answers and it’s working for me. do we think i have a shot with her??? 🥴

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P A L I M R Y A 𓃏 @wyrm.ing · 02/04/2025

oh, that’s so cool! reminds me of these beautifully clear decellularized spinach leaves they use as vascular scaffolds for tissue engineering

photo of a decellularized leaf with red bloodlike fluid being injected into it

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P A L I M R Y A 𓃏 @wyrm.ing · 16/03/2025

seriously tho lmk if there are any publications you enjoy (tiny indie litmags included) that publish “dark scifi” or might otherwise be into a brutally violent story about childhood, disability, labor, & various beautiful effluents!!

Screenshot that reads:

“Hey. Look. Will you look at me?” Madly says, touching Tom’s collar. “It’ll be okay. Yellowboy’s a hyperaccumulator. Sucks it all up and blooms, just like its mama.”
Tom rattles his head like a paned pigeon. “What?”
“Remember that year we worked out in the flats, scrubbing soil for Solacor? How they modded the grain like crazy to suck up the metal? It takes a lot of crisping but you can’t just mod any plant to do that. You gotta find a hyperaccumulator. Some species suck shit up, whatever you throw. They don’t even hate the poison. They just drink and drink, and they smile right in your fucking face.”
Tom frowns. He remembers the red ruts his nape bore all autumn from shouldering sheaves of lead-heavy barley, stiff as sabres. Freakishly tall. His stooping to sweat in the graygold shade of their rattling ranks.
“That’s so stupid, Madly. You’re so stupid.”
“Yellowboy’s tough and tumble.” Madly gestures broadly and Tom follows her hand. He looks out at the smashed rhizome of the thoroughfare, a lurid bruise of rubber and unslept flesh more substance than stuff, a megalife made into a slurry of ore. He sees clotted garbage chutes lashed to reeking awnings and corvid cop drones pecking holes in a neighbor’s hands two stories down. “Someday it’ll spit this up in the face of the world and smile bright like a nuke,” Madly says. “Won’t you, baby?”
Yellowboy looks up from its doodle on the passenger seat foam and clumsily caps the lipstick. “Tommy, mama said we get cricky later. Eat at the green and the birds,” it says, beaming.

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P A L I M R Y A 𓃏 @wyrm.ing · 13/03/2025

i feel you. i sometimes wished it were more like 75:25 drama:humor rather than 50:50. but some of the jokes did have me unexpectedly cackling, like this bit with LeBlanc

Norco screenshot. A bartender named Gus cleans a glass. There’s a closeup of his friend LeBlanc, who’s wearing clown makeup. Dialogue:

Gus: Brett. What in the world you got all over your face? What is that?
LEBLANC: Bruh. It's nothing. Don't worry about it. It's just my look.
Gus: You was just here a couple hours ago. What the hell happened?
LEBLANC: It's just a look, Gus. A style. It's just my style. Let it rest.

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P A L I M R Y A 𓃏 @wyrm.ing · 12/03/2025

play Norco. do you like cyberpunk? do you like ecofiction? gnostic /pol/ cults? corpoespionage? genetic jesus? laughing? dying of cancer? trying to save an autistic failson from a ravening horde of autistic failsons? clutching your mother’s corpse as it sinks in the bayou? please, play Norco

Screenshot of Norco. Pixel art. Closeup of the face of a bearded man, golden sigils on his forehead. Dialogue that reads:

PAWPAW: SAINT NICHOLAS, HO HO HO!
SANTA: PUP PUP YOU WRETCH, YOU FUCK.
PAWPAW: YOU OLD IMMORTAL FUCK.
SANTA : FUCKER. MOTHERFUCKER.
PAWPAW: HO HO HO!
SANTA: ARE YOU HERE FOR THAT GOOD STUFF?? That good nice stuff??
PAWPAW: Pour it in my mouth. Pack it in my throat with your rotten hands.

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P A L I M R Y A 𓃏 @wyrm.ing · 09/02/2025

i feel unwell, but mother’s here brighter than i'd remembered

photo of an anglerfish swimming toward the sun

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P A L I M R Y A 𓃏 @wyrm.ing · 31/01/2025

zooted & booted, looted & cuted (off the oxys / w the dippin dot sox / for my precious bones / duh) 🎀

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P A L I M R Y A 𓃏 @wyrm.ing · 30/01/2025

mica to the pika’s paw red leaf to spindrift reflection to reflection

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P A L I M R Y A 𓃏 @wyrm.ing · 17/01/2025

i saw her on the way to my FFS consult today and she sold what surgeons can’t. my worst friend held me back from plugging auger into mandible and sucking slurry. from oblating orbits to the casual reciprocation of her tread. from begging her to let my masseters drape, well as louche and long as hers

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P A L I M R Y A 𓃏 @wyrm.ing · 15/01/2025

winter snails & their winter slimes

photo of ice on a river. a duck or goose has swum a trail through it. waterfowl prints on snow.

photo of ducks & geese sleeping on the surface of a river.

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P A L I M R Y A 𓃏 @wyrm.ing · 09/01/2025

if you’re near boston, come to the Model tonight at 8pm to hear @mayadeane.bsky.social, Adeline Wong, and me (w/ @robotleblanc.bsky.social as MC) read from our Embodied Exegesis stories and in the process collectively reinscribe cyberpunk as a subgenre of trans comedy

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P A L I M R Y A 𓃏 @wyrm.ing · 25/12/2024

sorry but someone has to say it 🎄💅🏻

screenshot of text that reads: “i know this is a cold take by now but its honestly disturbing to me that christmas in modern america is literally like,, a competition to see how many christs you can birth from your womb in one day!! all these stinking mounds of rotten christflesh littering the midwest corridor, broad and soft as melted mountains, leaking holy leagues of evacuated bowels into tributaries, turning hellbound salmon to the surface to gulp for methane and we’re supposed to think this is rly fresh & festive.??? not to be all hitchens but i’m over it bitch!! give me something classy. lets name a mocktail “the manger”. lets legalize reindeer stuff but keep it taboo. lets pay mariah to make something up”

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P A L I M R Y A 𓃏 @wyrm.ing · 07/12/2024

ugly guns are granted the spark of life by the god of small things upon creation. they have subjective experiences and make uncommonly rational decisions

screenshot of an excerpt from my story, "A Canyon of Blood for the Normalest Man Alive", which reads:

"are you curious, Mister Presidents? about what’s in my
hands?

peer into the barrel. spy its ugly luster. a mega-dense
bullet of purest crystal cringe, packed with unimaginable
wronging power, just slight enough to slot into a Dardick
.38 tround.

do you understand now what you’re going to become?

no. you’ve never worried a day.

and don’t worry either over how i got the gun. it looks
printed, but it’s not. i coughed this shit up on my fourth
birthday. you know microplastic? how wombs grant us a few
grams at birth? well, sometimes if you’re cringe enough it’s
not polyester but a gun in your gut. and even if you suck at
eye contact you don’t look a gift horse in the mouth."

photo of the homemade gun that was used to kill Shinzo Abe

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P A L I M R Y A 𓃏 @wyrm.ing · 26/11/2024

behold: a wily clearcape disarms the clutch of spring traps that litter the jewelgyre of an inattentive fuzzion duchess. by the time the patterer returns from the olde hivey opera, all her chewy ringdents may be gone as gold

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P A L I M R Y A 𓃏 @wyrm.ing · 27/10/2024

if you wanna mail something in my small massachusetts town you have to use this nighttime mailbox. anytime before nautical dusk (civil dusk if the cops like you) and they kill you on the spot. but the letters get mailed with extra power. it’s like attaching blackmail but it’s legal and supraethical

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P A L I M R Y A 𓃏 @wyrm.ing · 28/08/2024

My first full-length story in five years, A Canyon of Blood for the Normalest Man Alive, sits alongside a slew of strange new cyberpunk lit in Embodied Exegesis. It’s a comedy, but it might be the most honest thing I’ve written. I hope you like it. Here's an excerpt and a dedication 🩸

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