where all things come to die

"I wish I did not have to sugarcoat my sadness, but if you swallowed it raw, naked, and uncouth, it would curdle your insides and shrivel up your tongue."

a friend of mine on bluesky is helping raise funds for her friend Eve, who is currently at significant risk of ending up on the streets due to excessive medical bills from emergencies and health issues.

shes only 18, has no supportive family, and is having to decide between going homeless or returning to dangerous (for her) survival sex work.

her gofundme is half funded right now!

please consider a donation - even one as small as $5 will help! - or, at the very least, a signal boost!

$729/$1300 (6/9/26)

(you can also boost on bluesky here)

cta scans this week to get a map of my blood vessels

digital subtraction angiography on the 15th to see if we can just cut off blood flow to the aneurysm

if that doesn't work, i'll have endovascular surgery on the 24th to get a flow diverter and coiling to keep more blood from flowing into the aneurysm and clot the blood already in there.

Addio, 2008.

do not taste plants if you don't know what they are

do not identify a fruit as edible just because it tastes sweet

hope you didn't eat any fucking seeds, bro

I saw the photo in my feed and went ohh, dude, no, we do not handle yellow rocks with our bare hands until we know for sure what they are. And I know that orange...

In comments, they continue:

and that's where I started cussing at the computer monitor. But someone else had got there first:

Scrimshawed Cane, circa 1831