Notices by crows call me breadlady (garbados@friend.camp), page 3

being a juice-freak means i can make my own juice cocktails by combining pretty much anything that tastes good and it's just a different juice now

i don't think marx was "wrong" so much as he was just a guy, and that the discourse of "marxism" is now a body of thought and practice of countless names from every corner of the world, so that even calling it "marxism" becomes kind of a red herring for libs who want to pretend this or that shortcoming is actually some huge gotcha rather than an inevitable part of figuring shit out together

@cwebber the inspiration for this post? another woman 🙃

@cwebber that's funny because women do it too, all the time. internalized misogyny is fucking wild

i wish people would like, as a rule, not interrupt femmes as if it were holding up the world

i hate my profession and just about everyone in it, not because i am driven by categorical hate, but because each and every one of them but for those few exceptions has personally earned my scorn. you always have the power to do better and every day that you don’t is a day i spend cursing you.

software is my craft and i’m damn good at it, but settler society has no interest in good software, or in using software for the good of humanity. wretched vichy pretend a measured and apolitical neutrality but it is sheer cowardice. you pretend that the cogs you make are too small and obscure to matter but there they are again and again in the guts of murder machines, and there you are side by side with genocidaires, fundamentally uncritical. of course coders never unionize. they are spineless.

autistic for a song about cunnilingus, ama

@clarity a tale as old as time

well yes i know that the EVILTRON is powered by extinction but under very controlled conditions with an experienced operator, it increases productivity by up to 20%

"identifies as white"

idk. i feel like the language we use to talk about the personal and interior impact and effects of the political project of whiteness are... not great? am i white, constitutionally? is it something that has been done to me, or that has shaped me? do i elect into it? if i were to destroy whiteness, what parts of myself would i be destroying too?

like i don't think it's meaningful or useful to say i, a pale euro, am not white, but i question to what degree i reify whiteness with my language about it, not merely with my body and behavior that were shaped by the world its project has induced. what language would illuminate the path to whiteness' destruction, and elucidate the nature that we will find after this blight has been expunged?

obviously i love le guin but i must ask, can cis people really understand gender?

quietly choosing to not talk shit about the left hand of darkness, one of le guin's earliest ventures into feminism

holy shit

> Mammy was a fiction of white supremacy that doubled as a pitchwoman for it. AI is following in these footsteps, allowing people to “create” Blackness in order to sell a product and an image.

# Blackface in the machine AKA Who are these Niggas?

https://jclarkcomics.squarespace.com/blog/2025/7/8/blackface-in-the-machine

sometimes i speak in gibberish, for fun i guess?, but it's pretty emphatic and clearly has semantic content, which i do not really understand. there are three dialects, and they sometimes talk to each other. i refer to this phenomenon as "the wizards" and imagine them as ancient magi who managed to transcend the cycle of fleshly decay, got roped in with my pantheon, and had fractions grafted onto my spirit so they could use my body for spellcasting. sorry what? i'm so normal

do not throw your phone in the ocean, actually. there are much better ways to dispose of it / conduct the butlerian jihad

the worst is when i want to reply to someone in gibberish. "abdir udalmat abda" i say, nodding sagely, when you remark that bluesky sucks. "what?" you reply. blinking, realizing who and where i am, i correct myself, "i mean throw your phone in the ocean and live without regrets"

saw this and felt peace. can't explain it

hot take! oo, oh no, that's quite hot. you take it. ah, well, now it's on the floor.