Only in novels do places crumble to dust for no reason once their spirit is lost

This is it, friendly anomalies. Find me over on the 'don, bluesky, or through this helpful collection of links linktr.ee/thegreyweb It's been a wild ride. Stay weird in the aftertimes

Higher beings, these words are for you alone. Our pure Vessel has ascended. Beyond lies only the refuse and regret of its creation. We shall enter that place no longer

In a thousand years, when they dig up my skeleton, they will be like "holy moly, who is this person, buried in a vast marble palace full of sparsely placed platforms and exceedingly spinny sawblades? what manner of antediluvian sin could have sparked its creation?"

Braids - Glass deers youtu.be/adhxSEjnBjA

birds

Alright, here's what's gonna happen. I'm gonna count to 100, and when I reach it (100), I'm gonna post exactly one (1) more tweet. Then I will have said my piece and tweet no more

JC, the net's going... the net's going black! JC! No more infolinks, transmissions of any kind. We'll start again...live in villages...if you receive this... if you survive... then find us! Find us!

To the days beyond this one which are still perfect

birds

The time has come to explain the five primary categories: birds bears cats snakes spiders In detail, at length, comprehensively

Unfortunately, as you probably already know, people

People are weird.

It was all about the catboys along the way *looks out over a ragtag band of the most scrappy, unkempt, semi-canonical, possibly heroically neurodivergent misfits there ever was* aye and a good bunch of catboys it was