The Rot Is Real And There Is More To It
06.03.2026 21:17
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![[Justice from the Rider-Waite tarot deck by Pamela Colman Smith]](https://cdn.bsky.app/img/feed_thumbnail/plain/did:plc:radq5ea3mto23ckpk7qe4j4v/bafkreiaqeg5ifqc2ms7jxismoz7tueafe2w4wklx65drb7aeys4ou5yk6y)
[Justice from the Rider-Waite tarot deck by Pamela Colman Smith]
People get to: "I was just reading Appendix A of Part 1 of the OSHA" and...
Fuck with me gently my beautiful ghosts.
4 paintings created over two months 'En plein air'. We lived in a tent above the beach for two months. : )
i.) The Larger Conical Hill. Punta Cerotito, Punta Chivato, Baja California Sur, Mexico, Oil on Canvas, 32 x 40
This too will pass.
Pretty Boy Roderickson is one crow short of a "Cock-a-doodle-doo". He’s always been that way, maybe it’s a step forward?
You should have slept on that comment!
Maybe you could champion microplastics like you did Covid? The life changing health issues that nanoplastics can potentially cause, seems to have broadsided science.
So few people are talking about this!
Miss all UK birds - been replaced by US counterparts - brought up with, is difficult to overcome.
Icelandic chickens!
Brand new Birchen Laced (?) and gorgeous Spangled Rooster. Some way to meet Roderick’s passing. The Blue has Roderick’s soul, and then some.
Knowing what you are talking about helps too!
"I am in that place now and the garden around me is overgrown. Thornapple delights in this unkempt ground. The stink is all around. But with the flowers, bittersweet. This place where meaning has no meaning. Thousand hit wanderers flit from flower to flower. The frogs sing in the nights cool..."
Birthday Poem – For Virginia You hear them approach at velocity, collide and buzz around your ears and occasionally get thwarted by ear hairs. But this egregious smite – like a neutrino through lead – flew straight to my eardrum. How thankful of ear hairs I will now remain! The first time I’ve ever heard a fly flap its wings - a mechanical flip-flap for quite some minutes – a wonder I suppose! Meanwhile I was slapping myself on the other side of my head, cork crewing my very smallest finger and pulling at my ear in painful ways. The human part of me was very distressed, something had breached my defenses and was moving to my inner core. Death Star levels of emotion started rising in me, was I that defenseless (and what next)? Then all went silent! For a good few minutes! The gullible half of me relaxed. This small moment must have passed. Or flew off. Two, three minutes nothing. Then pain. My ear ached and my soul ached with distress! flip-flap, Flip-Flap, FLIP-FLAP, then a buzzing epiphany! I held my ear and ran inside. I cork-screwed a Harris Teeter ‘Premium’ tissue into my ear canal. There was some regress from torment, the pain backed off. And upon extraction, some ear wax and hairs and blood. I’d been fed upon! A day that will blight the rest of my life...
"You hear them approach at velocity, collide and buzz around your ears and occasionally get thwarted by ear hairs. But this egregious smite – like a neutrino through lead – flew straight to my eardrum. How thankful of ear hairs I will now remain!
The first time I’ve ever heard a fly flap its wings"
"I have made some kind of accord. The hounds that bay and bite are now quiet. Very friendly too. They are now the most beautiful liquid metal blues and violets. The gates that they guard have also changed."
The moon's my constant mistress,
And the lonely owl my marrow;
The flaming drake and the night crow make
Me music to my sorrow.
The spirits white as lightning
Would on my travels guide me
The stars would shake and the moon would quake
Whenever they espied me...
by Mad Tom O' Bedlam
seems reasonable
Simic's most Yorkshire poem
Not sure I believe in atheism, but I'm a 100% behind skepticism.🙂
Thank You.
I'd like to be included in your next starter pack - Thanks.
A Mouse Story
open.substack.com/pub/cwpates/...
"The frogs are now singing but Roderick can't hear them. Three nights ago (all pious and sanguine in faith) Reynard came to call. Old friends they were, but poor friends then and now! Our second rooster - the back door man - came to meet Reynard with chivalry and all a second rooster can bring.."
