Anaglyph

Hey! So umm I’ve already technically made one of these but that was made when I first made this account so… it’s not the best. Anyway, hi! I’m @anaglyph2007 (call me “Glyph” for short). Here’s just some basic stuff abt me!

- I’m here

- I’m queer (obv)

- I’m non binary and go by they/them pronouns!

- I’m a writer/ actor from… a place. On Earth. Yep

- I’m autistic

- I’ll never use AI in any of my posts or in anything I make in the future. It’s a fucking leech that’ll just keep swallowing and regurgitating other ppl’s stuff and there’s no way in hell I’ll support that. So don’t expect any AI stuff from me

Anyway, now that basic introductions are out of the way, here’s everything you’ll expect to see from this account (or other projects that I’m doing)!

- Photography

I tend to do a lot of abstract photography, taking pictures of anything I see from my environment and editing them in such a way that they become nearly completely unrecognisable. I will sometimes take other people’s photos and edit them to be unique, but it’ll never be without credit to the original source. If I ever edit one of your photos and you’re unhappy with it, just DM me and I’ll take it down

- Poetry

Kinda a recent thing I’ve been taking part in, but yeah! I’ve been making poetry as of late. I never make poetry without meaning, sooooo yeah! (Sometimes I even include poetry in my photography posts, so have fun with that)

- Art

Definitely the thing you’ll see me do the least of, but I do like to make digital art every now and again. Don’t expect it too much (I’m only a beginner and I have other stuff going on in my life too), but just know that it is something I’ll do every now and again

- TERMINAL-12081981

The only project I’ve made wherein I’m not hosting it on my main blog. This is more of a writing exercise to me, with a tiny bit of lore that I don’t think is massively important. You give me a prompt, I’ll give you a fully-explorable universe. Simple as that. No charge, no nothing. Just pure narrative and storytelling, made by a mixture of you and me

- Random Stuff

Yeah so uhhh yep. Just random stuff. Stuff, and (wouldn’t you believe it?) things! Yayy!! I’ve got things here!! Anything that doesn’t class as any of the above falls under this category. Shitposts, memes, you name it, it’s here

Anyway, yeah! That’s it. Hope yall enjoy the stuff I put out here, and I’ll definitely enjoy seeing you enjoying my stuff. If you don’t, either: 1. Give me feedback, or 2. Just… don’t engage with my stuff. Simple as that. Either tell me what I’m doing wrong, or leave

Anyway, yeah. See yall later! Or never! Or now!

by @anaglyph2007

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- Rochdale AFC on Twitter, 12/05/2026

celebrating men,

holding up flags of

pride over watching

their team kick a ball

into another

team’s net. I will

admit to not

being a fan

of football (or

of any sport

whatsoever),

but even I

can see the large

impact, and the

community

that can be born,

from seeing your

local team play at

Wembley, let alone

winning at Wembley.

That achievement is

gargantuanly

important. While I’ll

admit that, to me,

football smells of Lynx

body spray, and red

and white jockstraps that

probably smell

of spunk and shit,

and more of that

Lynx body spray,

and too much more

Lynx body spray

that choke me as

much as the crowd

members’ chants of

“Up the Dale, lads!”

or “We’re going

up!” (too loud; too

vocal for me), I

can still perceive through

my square-eyed pupils

the order within

that loud chaos. Most

prefer to go

to the football;

support Whatmuff,

and Rodney, and

Jack the Kit Man

(who would’ve stayed

hidden by those

other loser

teams). I find my

comfort in the

pixels on my

screen; I’m more than

happy missing those

joyful, playful chants

to help B2J’s

Mayday and Zuke fight

against NSR’s

reign. I’d rather read

Zampanò’s debut

novel about Will

Navidson’s House of

Leaves, or admire how

Ash can accept

how different

he is, and how

he can use his

differences

to win back his

father’s tail. I

couldn’t do that;

succeed in such

a task that’s so

influential;

so much so that

already-drunk

men go out to

the Empire, or

“Yates-ies”, or “The

League o’Doom”, or

The Flying Horse

in prideful bliss

(bliss? Mudita!)

as they increase

their tipsiness

pint by pint. That

must’ve been fun,

celebrating so

brashly; I prefer

to celebrate with

Charli’s brattish club

classics, played in pure

isolation,

or by writing

poems when I

feel creative

enough to care.

Some say I should

not celebrate

this sport at all,

as it’s built on

misogyny

and outdated

foundations and

semi-transphobic

ideals. But that’s

not the fault of the

people, or the fans,

but the game. The game’s

the thing wherein I’ll

catch the conscience of

the King (and his sons;

the Koopalings, who’re

more masculine than

I’ll ever be).

You won’t see me

in the photo

I epigraphed

above; I can’t

be there, with the

people in the

pubs, because they’ll

turn rowdy in

a harmful way,

supporting their

team too much, by

mocking the vegan

team wearing that pink

predatory print,

or invading the

pitch to turn hostile

on Boreham Wood,

ensuring them

a free kick. No.

I’ll instead be

found making my

acrylic drip

paintings in my

private quarters,

whilst watching that

cartoon about

the horse-man who

eulogises

his mother, but

he went to the

wrong funeral

venue. But let’s

not discuss death

right now; it’s not

necessary.

Rochdale isn’t

dead, although we’re

lucky it’s still

here. I feel a

great feeling of

anemoia through

this perfect photo,

which (at a distance)

might look like a drunk

riot, a glass flung

(perpetually

suspended within

the air of static

photography) and

flares lit, normally

demanding change;

revolution.

Now, they’re used for

celebrations.

Beautiful, is

it not? I may

be repeating

myself, but let

me make it as

clear as I can.

Honestly, this

Here’s Toggle!

For the past couple of months, Toggle’s been a little experiment I’ve done to try and expand my art skills/ experiment with merging different art styles. Some I’ve managed to replicate better than others, but overall I’m pretty proud (despite not being an artist at all

I find ironic enjoyment in the fact that my follower count has been at this number for the last week

“Gondolian”

photo by me

“Finally,

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again”

photo by me

photo edit by me

“The Bounder Ray”

photo by a friend of mine

photo edit by me

And here’s the non-inverted colours version

by @anaglyph2007

Note: I do not endorse any of the alt-right opinions/ beliefs in this poem. This has been written in a satirical light for the most part. It’s also very political; I don’t like discussing politics but the recent elections have got me worried, so uhhh here you go

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We are Reform;

we feed you vile,

unsavoury, blue

serpents through your

untrained gullets,

filling your veins

with venom and

unsemetic

attitudes (which

will prove to be

useless when all

(of who we think

are) immigrants

are deported

(to whatever

we believe their

home countries are)).

We are Reform;

we will feed you

that forbidden

fruit of (what we

call) “real knowledge”.

The needy, poor

beggars will stay

poor and in pain

and in debt (cash

is what makes us

hungry).

We are Reform;

We will IV

drip that sinful

woke knowledge from

your brain like sap;

reconfigure

it all into

whatever

conjectures we

want them to be

(straight-phobia,

misandry, white

racism (as

those are the real

issues! (when you

think about it! (or

when you don’t))).

We are Reform;

we rid you of

ability to

access this once-

“great” garden, made

of concrete and

industrial

sludge and piss and

shit and purely

colonial

conjectures. Do

you want freedom?

Do you want world

peace? Do you want

even an iota

of a future

for you and for

your mates? Tough shit!

We are Reform;

money makes us starve.

We are Reform;

we want power.

We are Reform;

we’ll kill you for

your service (and

for those votes you

so badly want

to ballot).

We are Reform;

we crave your blood,

and prefer it

disorderly.

We are Reform;

this is (y)our life.

(Watch it plummet

into the void.)

We are Reform;

“We are Green; we promote freedom for all,”

isn’t that rich? And

then!; “We actually answer your questions

(without bias). We act based on what the people

want. We act based on what’s good for us, and

others, and the planet, and others. We’ll make the

world a better place. We don’t limit life for the rich

or powerful, or those who couldn’t afford Sky

Broadband in the ‘80’s. We don’t limit life for the

privileged in society. We don’t limit life,”

except when it’s

those gay-looking

uncis-women

(who’re, probably,

pedophillic

sex offenders

in the Epstein

register (they’re

the real ones who

write their names in

24 karat

gold! (or so we

assume (they’ve hid

their wealth, claiming

they can’t afford that

gold, but we know…)))).

We are Reform;

“Don’t worry if we don’t win. They may fight

on the beaches. They may fight on the landing

grounds”- why not? You

know we crave war!-

“but the difference between them and us is that

we’ll win. Sometime, in the distant future, their

ice will melt and their venom sucked out of

society’s veins in the midst of their own

self-inflicted apocalypse”.

Look at it all now.

by @anaglyph2007

DISCLAIMER: THIS IS NOT IN ANY WAY BASED OFF OF REAL EVENTS. WHAT YOU ARE ABOUT TO READ IS A COMPLETELY FICTIONAL STORY

TW: Poor mental health, self-harm, dysfunctional/ neglectful families, suicidal thoughts

If you’re reading this poem and feel yourself relating to it, just know that you’re not alone

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“10/05/2014; “Yeah, man. Something died””

photo by me

photo edit by me

“Molded to Our Systems like Clay”

photo by me

Who's your favorite video game protagonist?

Feed your dashboard by answering my question, blogger.

The Snake (from Snake)

by @anaglyph2007

Inspired by “Coming” by Phillip Larkin

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Time may change me

But I can’t trace time

- Butterfly Boucher - Changes (feat. David Bowie)

Let me be a child again. Let me

live innocently without the thoughts

that keep me up at night. Let me desire

for nothing more than to crawl around

and smile, with friends who get me,

or don’t, and smile.

Let me be a child again. Let me

come home to a mother and a brother

(whom I didn’t care if either liked me

or not) who weren’t tormented by

ghosts of their pasts or presents.

Let me be a child once more,

wherein syllables are

a thing of the past,

imploding in

to them-

-selves.

Don’t

let me

become who

I used to be,

but let me

be a

child

again, babbling nonsensically about

new games coming out, that aren’t

£80 to rent (which you can’t own),

or world events, that aren’t politics

or about the wars going on. No,

let me fly in innocence and

Console or PC?

Feed your dashboard by answering my question, blogger.

Oh, definitely console. While I can see why people prefer PC, I think that console is definitely better simply because it’s made for gaming. PC’s are made for typing, emailing, web searching and making documents, not gaming