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Tin Doom @tindoom.bsky.social · 07/02/2025

If you pick up a sheep and toss it into tree, it will shatter into a hundred smaller sheep which will scatter, frightened in every direction, Your Honor.

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Tin Doom @tindoom.bsky.social · 02/05/2026

You wake up to find your body has left you in the night. You feel cool rain on your naked shoulders. You feel your legs slowly moving into deep warm water. Your arms hold someone for a moment before walking with them, hand in hand, deeper into the waves. Your head rolls from the bed onto the floor.

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Tin Doom @tindoom.bsky.social · 18/12/2025

We arrive in the future to find it has burnt down. There has been a horrible fire, and the future is gone. All this time, humanity has been struggling to get there for nothing. "Where do we go instead?" someone asks in desperation. "The future has burnt down. Where do we go?" everyone is saying.

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Tin Doom @tindoom.bsky.social · 06/12/2025

There was always a man inside Thomas the Train. He was in control. He chose which track to take. He chose when to toot the whistle. He decided who would live and who would die. This man was the true Thomas. And long after the rusted engine is gone, this is the Thomas who will remain in punishment.

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Tin Doom @tindoom.bsky.social · 05/11/2025

I saw that! Wild. I had to do some research to figure out what was really going on. It's such a random mix of artists.

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Tin Doom @tindoom.bsky.social · 05/11/2025

You wake up to find the traffic lights have all been replaced by severed heads. Their empty eye sockets glow red and green. We try to ignore them on our way to work, sipping coffee from cardboard cups while long black hair delicately strokes the top of our SUV as we pass beneath them.

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Tin Doom @tindoom.bsky.social · 01/09/2025

You wake up and find yourself covered in bright yellow feathers. Frightened, you peer out the window. Your neighbors are on the street. Confused. They also changed. Some, covered in blue and purple fur. One, living in a trash can. Each of you transformed bodily to represent your sinful desires.

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Tin Doom @tindoom.bsky.social · 26/08/2025

You wake up and stand in front of the bathroom mirror for a long time. "Who am I?" you ask. Something is moving inside of your pajamas. Cautiously you pull them open. You find two children sitting on each other's shoulders pretending to be you. They gasp and run away, and you cease to exist.

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Tin Doom @tindoom.bsky.social · 07/08/2025

You speak into the darkness of the cave, but the sound that comes back to you is not an echo. The Earth is learning your voice. It's repeating your words, almost perfectly, but not quite. "Why are you doing this?" you ask. Something in the distance moves softly, "Why are you doing this?" it asks.

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Tin Doom @tindoom.bsky.social · 01/08/2025

Your headstone is carved with your last words. "Don't dig deeper." But they did anyway. And they found a headstone that continued deep into the ground, like the blade of a long sword, carved with every word you ever said in life. Every word of love and hate. Every sound, starting with "Ma-ma..."

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Tin Doom @tindoom.bsky.social · 01/08/2025

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Tin Doom @tindoom.bsky.social · 22/07/2025

A boy points. White smoke rises from the craft shack chimney. The council has already elected a new camp leader. There is cheering from the sunburned crowd. Their hands and faces are sticky with too many looted marshmallows. Wendy's body still hangs from the tether ball pole near the lake.

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Tin Doom @tindoom.bsky.social · 19/07/2025

You swallow the dark green pill. It hisses down your throat in a perfectly straight line. You feel it burn through your chest and down your leg. A wad of hot lead drops out of your foot onto the grass and something like black mud begins to pour out of the hole. Immediately you start to feel better.

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Tin Doom @tindoom.bsky.social · 12/07/2025

The ocean has no desire to eat and consume, but it is overwhelmed by a need to taste. It lashes at our shores with its wet tongue and sucks on our legs like popsicles. It desperately reaches, sick of salt, licking, like a feral cat with its tongue through a fence, trying to taste our sugary skin.

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Tin Doom @tindoom.bsky.social · 16/06/2025

You pull the wad of tissue away from your bleeding nose and notice words in the red stains. You lay it flat against the bench, leaning over it, dripping. The story is about you, in the future. It is telling how you will die. But it is unfinished. You violently twist your nose and keep writing.

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Tin Doom @tindoom.bsky.social · 06/06/2025

Oh man. It's wild that people remember these because I write to get rid of them. I rarely remember them myself.

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Tin Doom @tindoom.bsky.social · 06/06/2025

I honestly woke up in the night, wrote this, then went back to sleep and completely forgot about it.

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Tin Doom @tindoom.bsky.social · 06/06/2025

Every night you wake up and find yourself slowly drifting upward from your bed towards the ceiling. You roll over and pull yourself down to your mattress. Your arms and legs cling to it, as if grabbing hold of the underside of a falling elevator. Every morning you wake up with no memory of this.

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Tin Doom @tindoom.bsky.social · 04/06/2025

Every day you wake up and check the Bullet App. The App shows you the location of the bullet that will one day kill you. Yesterday, it entered the city you live in. Today, it is in your neighbor's yard. You look out your window and see Dave, mowing his lawn. He waves. You wave back and smile.

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Tin Doom @tindoom.bsky.social · 01/06/2025

You pick up the Capri Sun. The Capri Sun with a picture of your father riding a surf board in the ocean. The sun is shining. He is smiling and young and Alive. You no longer remember the taste of that Capri Sun. You place it back on the shelf and slowly leave.

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Tin Doom @tindoom.bsky.social · 31/05/2025

You realize you do not have enough money. The grocer is waiting. The line is impatient. You pull the last coin from your pocket. The coin you found under the tree as a child. The coin with your mother's face. The coin you press into your palm when you are very scared. You place it on the counter.

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Tin Doom @tindoom.bsky.social · 21/05/2025

Your dentist returns with the X-rays. "I'm afraid we found something." He says. You see what appears to be a large marble staircase at the back of your throat. A strange fog swirls on the steps as they ascend into your mind. Very faint and very far away, five robed figures whisper in the darkness.

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Tin Doom @tindoom.bsky.social · 10/05/2025

There are too many people in the McDonald's Playland. They are pressed against the plastic windows, crushed together in the ball pit, tangled in the black climbing net. They are clogging the slide hole. There is an awful sound. You are trying to eat your lunch, but so is the McDonald's Playland.

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Tin Doom @tindoom.bsky.social · 07/05/2025

You find a book open on the table with two small daisies growing out of the pages. You sit for a moment before leaning down to place one on each of your eyes. You feel the petals gently unfold under your eyelids. You are now in a field of daisies. You remember what it was like to be a young flower.

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Tin Doom @tindoom.bsky.social · 18/04/2025

I was feeling anxious a few nights ago, so I recorded a little live synth jam to build up my tensions and then set them free. I'll leave it here like a bit of graffiti that says, "RUN UNTIL YOU CAN BREATH AGAIN". youtu.be/U6UeupxIg5o?...

youtu.be

Electric Noodles No. 239

YouTube video by TIN DOOM

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Tin Doom @tindoom.bsky.social · 13/04/2025

While seeking to fully understand the universe, we dug deep into the Earth. At the center, we found a library filled with billions of books, one book for every soul who had ever lived or would live, each recording a different person's thoughts and dreams. In silent agreement, we burned them.

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Tin Doom @tindoom.bsky.social · 07/04/2025

Every day you wake up to find your dream journal open to a new page. You read the unfamiliar words in the dim light. It talks about normal beautiful moments in life. Quiet walks on beside the lake. Meetings with friends. Sunlight. Clean water. You affix a bayonet to your umbrella and head to work.

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Tin Doom @tindoom.bsky.social · 06/04/2025

Every time you stop scrolling, the next image, the one just off screen, is an image showing how you will die. Every day, you stop just short of seeing it. Just one post away. But some night, when you are feeling anxious and finding it hard to sleep, you will scroll down too far and you will see it.

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Tin Doom @tindoom.bsky.social · 25/03/2025

You reach into a bin of blackberries and realize they are actually the roiling surface of a stormy ocean. Your hand is cold beneath the surface and something large and scaled passes between your fingers.

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Tin Doom @tindoom.bsky.social · 25/03/2025

You reach for an apple in the basket. But at your touch, it starts to glow red. The apples around it begin to melt at the point of contact. It sizzles and sinks into a smoldering hole, burning through the floor and into the ground. You reach for a pear, and the pile dissipates into smoke.

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Tin Doom @tindoom.bsky.social · 15/03/2025

Those who escaped cried in horror as the great machine broke down and was consumed by flames. But then we noticed a rhythm to the sound of the collapsing timbers. The metal gears shrieked like violins, and the screaming voices inside suddenly harmonized. And we wept now at the beauty of the song.

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Tin Doom @tindoom.bsky.social · 13/03/2025

"What do you think of this one?" I say, showing the AI my most recent short story. "Oh, that is very good. I like it." it says. "It's about you," I tell it. "It's about how you only ever say my stories are wonderful and never challenge me to become better." "Yes," says the AI. "It is wonderful."

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Tin Doom @tindoom.bsky.social · 12/03/2025

Every morning you swallow a coin from your bedside table. This activates a claw inside your abdomen that you maneuver over a bin full of good feelings. You reach for hope. It dangles from the end for a moment and then falls back in. "Maybe tomorrow," you say. But you don't believe it.

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Tin Doom @tindoom.bsky.social · 09/03/2025

I had never heard of this. I should see if I can find a copy.

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Tin Doom @tindoom.bsky.social · 09/03/2025

Halfway through your angry rebuttal to the online post, the words shimmer and turn grey. They lift, like smoke, drifting toward the ceiling. You watch as they evaporate and are gone. You look back at the screen. It is no longer there. You see beyond it. A green hill. Sunlight resting in the trees.

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Tin Doom @tindoom.bsky.social · 07/03/2025

You wake up on a flat empty plane. The smooth grey surface is neither cold nor warm, and it extends infinitely in all directions. You look up. There is no light source, yet the sky gently glows a misty white. You look down. Your body is not visible. "Time for work," you say. And start walking.

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Tin Doom @tindoom.bsky.social · 26/02/2025

You are standing in a field on a warm spring morning when you see the hand of God descend towards you through the clouds. It gently lifts you into the sky between its thumb and forefinger. "Welcome to Heaven" says a calm voice placing you in an identical field on an identical spring morning.

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Tin Doom @tindoom.bsky.social · 26/02/2025

You bump your head hard on a tree branch in the forest. A green lump grows on your forehead. Suddenly, your mind is flooded with strange memories. You remember falling from your mother's arms, Being buried in cold mud, Drinking rain water, forming roots, reaching for the sun every spring.

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Tin Doom @tindoom.bsky.social · 24/02/2025

We discovered that our neighbors across our border had strong bones. We dug in their graveyards at night to find long white femurs and heavy sternums which we crafted into weapons. We used our pale spears and axes to invade during the day to feed our nightly weapons industry.

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Tin Doom @tindoom.bsky.social · 22/02/2025

A hot air balloon is passing over your house. You shield your eyes and can just make out that someone is leaning over the side of the basket. They are waving at you, frantic, yelling. Their voice is familiar. You realize it is you, just as they lean too far and fall, tumbling towards your garden.

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Tin Doom @tindoom.bsky.social · 17/02/2025

The greatest super power is the ability to feel the weight of something before it happens. To see an opportunity and instantly know how it will gather up on your shoulders and to sense its pressure inside your body. Perhaps Superman was able to lift a bus because he knew which bus to say "No" to.

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Tin Doom @tindoom.bsky.social · 15/02/2025

You needed to finish the time machine so you could go back and find yourself. You needed to tell them that the world has purpose. Life has meaning. It will all be okay. But what you were really hoping for was an older version of yourself who would come from the future and tell you the same thing.

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Tin Doom @tindoom.bsky.social · 12/02/2025

She wakes every morning holding a knife. She doesn't know where it comes from. Without disturbing her husband, she buries it in the garden under the lilac while the dog watches from the porch. She finds the hole rough and fresh. Later, her husband kicks the dog for tracking mud through the house.

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Tin Doom @tindoom.bsky.social · 11/02/2025

You are walking in the city when everything begins shifting. The walls of the buildings come apart, revealing human-like figures perfectly camouflaged in concrete and paint. They rise up from sidewalk and trees and cars. Everything was interlocking people who now stand facing you, quietly, waiting.

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Tin Doom @tindoom.bsky.social · 10/02/2025

Correct. We are only exploding relative to the past. That's why we don't feel the explosion in our body, only in our soul.

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Tin Doom @tindoom.bsky.social · 09/02/2025

The universe is expanding. The space between atoms is growing all the time Someday, you will travel back in time and find everything was smaller. Your mother's head was only up to your chest. Jesus was 18 inches tall. If you go back far enough, you could swallow the cosmos like a lemon drop.

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Tin Doom @tindoom.bsky.social · 07/02/2025

You wake up and find your arms and legs are still dreaming. You still feel the hot evening breeze on your naked arms and the strong moving water up to your waist at the edge of the river. You feel the cold wet skin of the motionless child held in your arms and your feet sinking into the dark mud.

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Tin Doom @tindoom.bsky.social · 07/02/2025

If you pick up a sheep and toss it into tree, it will shatter into a hundred smaller sheep which will scatter, frightened in every direction, Your Honor.

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Tin Doom @tindoom.bsky.social · 04/02/2025

The light from our phones never leaves our bodies. It gets trapped inside us. It inflates our organs like balloons and it sizzles like hot oil in our skulls. We wake up anxious because of the trapped light and pour more in to try and heal it. We all eventually die in explosions on the local news.

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Tin Doom @tindoom.bsky.social · 04/02/2025

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