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@schizmet.bsky.social

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cassidy @schizmet.bsky.social · 15h ago

Blood Meridian is teaching me all kinds of new words while a bunch of guys starve to death in a desert on some sort of suicide mission to stop Mexicans from becoming French.

cassidy @schizmet.bsky.social · 2d ago

3,600 words. My longest story yet. This might be the most amount of words anyone has ever put to page. They're going to kill me for this.

cassidy @schizmet.bsky.social · 2d ago

My partner told me there's nobody in our town that looks like me, but there are a lot of people that look like them. I kind of laughed it off, but I've ran into five people now that look exactly like my ex except for different hair colors. It feels like someone is playing a prank on me.

Jake’s Stream of Consciousness @skeetracer.bsky.social · 2mo ago

Tumblr post by user mangonetics saying
Dogs serve as a kind of virtue eater for Americans to pour all of their kindness into without the risk of improving society or being nice to someone with
any agency

cassidy @schizmet.bsky.social · 3d ago

I don't understand temptation anymore. I don't know what happened to me. I'm not tempted to do fuckin anything. Maybe I've become some sort spiritual juggernaut, but it's also just as likely that I have depression.

Avery Edison @averyedison.com · 4mo ago

Something to bear in mind as things get harder, from a 2009 Metafilter post from someone who lives through Sarajevo.

Metafilter post from Dee Extrovert part 1: Well, unlike the majority of you (l assume), 1 actually lived several years in a period of savagery and killing, during which nothing - food, water, electricity, phone, clothing, sense of safety, school, the ability to go out in public, etc - was available, except during totally unpredictable, brief and sporadic occasions.
Of those who couldn't leave my city, Sarajevo:
Some people (very few) were prepared for what they thought would be the "long haul" - this tended to be a couple of months. These people were widely seen as lunatics and dangerously pessimistic ones at that.
Most people were not at all prepared. This included my family. Many of those - like my family - considered the idea of "preparation" to be an affront to the decency we felt most people possessed. Were we wrong? Well, I don't know. We suffered greatly; my parents were killed. But speaking only for myself, I never felt I cheapened my soul by betting on calamity.
Today, that still feels like it's worth something.

Metafilter post from Dee Extrovert part 2: But here's the main point: "Preparing" for the disaster really didn't do anyone much good. Those who
"prepared" ate a little better for a while. They stayed warmer for a few extra days. They enjoyed the radio for a while longer (via batteries.) But in the end, they ended up hungry, cold and bored too, just like the rest of us. Guns and weapons helped no one directly and were even of little to no use in the defense of Sarajevo, since they were toys compared to the shells, bombs and high-powered armaments of the attacking forces.
The worst parts of war were psychological - the fear, anxiety, boredom, loneliness, paranoia, bad dreams.
Respite from those things came with sharing food with a neighbor, finding a piece of clothing that would fit someone you knew, commiserating with others in your position, figuring out how to make make-up from brick or french fries from wheat paste and spreading this newly-acquired war knowledge around the mahala.
We knew who had extra food and supplies. For the most part, they weren't attacked or hassled or bothered. Contrary to what these survivalists say, those in dire times generally hold on to their personal sense of pride even more than they do in normal times. I'd take a bite of a friend's salad without bothering to ask in normal times. I'd never have done that in wartime, no matter how hungry I was.

Metafilter post from Dee Xtrovert: Well, unlike the majority of you (l assume), 1 actually lived several years in a period of savagery and killing, during which nothing - food, water, electricity, phone, clothing, sense of safety, school, the ability to go out in public, etc - was available, except during totally unpredictable, brief and sporadic occasions.
Of those who couldn't leave my city, Sarajevo:
Some people (very few) were prepared for what they thought would be the "long haul" - this tended to be a couple of months. These people were widely seen as lunatics and dangerously pessimistic ones at that.
Most people were not at all prepared. This included my family. Many of those - like my family - considered the idea of "preparation" to be an affront to the decency we felt most people possessed. Were we wrong? Well, I don't know. We suffered greatly; my parents were killed. But speaking only for myself, I never felt I cheapened my soul by betting on calamity.
Today, that still feels like it's worth something.

Posted on Jan. 28th 2009. 1696 favorites

you @posting2.bsky.social · 3d ago

how ice uses washington department of licensing data and state patrol data to abduct people

Roadside Assist: Washington State’s Continued Sharing of Drivers’ Information with Federal Immigration Enforcement - Center for Human Rights

Executive summary Today, immigrant Washingtonians are increasingly afraid to drive, as our streets, highways, and public thoroughfares have become frequent sites for immigration enforcement. These inc...

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cassidy @schizmet.bsky.social · 3mo ago

A fun, little poem about the time I tried to throw myself off a bridge ✌️

Aurora
Tires kick up off the unmaintainable street
And easily cleaned seats groan underneath a dying species
But I don't feel it
And I don't feel bad for any of these people
I can't feel anything today
One dull ache, like a bomb I ate
I'll arrive at Peter's gate in eighteen thousand pieces
"It happened again," he'll tell Jesus
It's all one fell, re-used nail
Tiny, county-funded, voted upon hells
Inside of which everyone is trying not to kill themselves
Some - not me - are doing better than others
Some, like me, are asking God for help
Or a sign or to beat my head in against the easily cleaned seats
Power-wash off what you can't sweep
I haven't slept in months I think

Before they built this bridge people were afraid it would be a hotspot for suicides
Before they had even finished it somebody had already died
Now I've missed the bus stop reading this suicide bridge website
Jesus Christ
At least I learned something neat
And walk out of the easily cleaned bus and onto the unmaintainable street
And ponder how my tax dollars are allocated for the very last time
As I cross that street and wait an estimated fifteen minutes for a second bus to arrive
I don't want to walk that far as my last act alive
Just thirty minutes later and I'm headed back south
For about three minutes when I pull the cord and get out
Only to see
Only to see the bridge is farther from the stop than you'd expect
A discerning deterrent or city planning
It's anyone's guess
I have to walk only a little bit as my last act alive

Now the bridge I see upon further inspection
Is kitted with fencing and other preventions
But people as miserable as I take more convincing
Than the simple safeguard of All City fencing
The chain link curls overhead, 9 feet of veneer
Only the athletically gifted may kill themselves here
And the SUICIDE signs, would make a fine souvenir
But I'm on a mission, so my thoughts start to clear
Hands on my hips, I'm sighing and thinking
When I hear the sound of a woman crying and drinking
"I don't want to live this way anymore"
I think to myself, "hell yeah, for sure."
I start to climb and get half the way up
When she walks over to tell me everything's fucked
I say "I know, but I'm in the middle of something"
When she tells me she's drunk

I say that's crazy and keep going with no sign of slowing
And what should be obvious by what I am showing
Is lost she asks me what I'm doing, telling me that everything hurts
I say checking the fence
"For what,"
"To see if it works."
So I'm suspended halfway off the ground
When she looks to see if anyone else is around
Pedestrians of all kinds avoiding our eyes
Annoyed that we're taking up space in their lives
While the woman I've never seen before starts to tell me everything she's ever been through
I am on that fence for forty five minutes
Trying to look for an out, and I have one
But it seems rude to kill yourself when somebody's mid-sentence
So after an hour or so of guerilla therapy
And a firm base of thorough familiarity
It's clear that she's clear and in her newly found inner clarity
She now no longer wants to kill herself
And she says thanks and goodbye and starts walking towards somewhere else
Well hell
Fare thee well, I think gently
And though the detour was all a bit too lengthy
Now the bridge is totally empty
Not a soul in sight
But that's alright
The sun is going down and I'd just as soon kill myself at night
But my arms are tired, so is my heart
I feel bad for everyone and now its getting dark
I feel bad for everyone
God damn.
I feel bad for everybody.

Lordbeef @lordbeef.bsky.social · 3d ago

Men-the accursed gender

you @posting2.bsky.social · 5d ago

logging into the Fighting (?) Each Other In Order To Learn Nothing Machine to see whats up

cassidy @schizmet.bsky.social · 4d ago

blasting Sylvia's Mother loud as fuck while cooking and making everybody next door nervous

cassidy @schizmet.bsky.social · 4d ago

Mutual Aid Request: my chip bag is open

cassidy @schizmet.bsky.social · 5d ago

a beautiful woman sent me a letter that says TOLL BILL OPEN IMMEDIATELY

cassidy @schizmet.bsky.social · 5d ago

The DEA agent wouldn't give up. He said, "You know there's a reward for information that leads to a conviction. That's why I have to know who this is."
"I'll get my reward in heaven," Chili said.

you @posting2.bsky.social · 5d ago

microdosing nothing

Kenny Logins @kennylogins.bsky.social · 3mo ago

The Emotion Engine
@emotion-engine.bsky.social
SNAKE: No... Nut November?

MASTER MILLER: Snake, have you heard of semen retention? Survivalists believe that it helps them retain vital amounts of testosterone and electrolytes.

OTACON (clearly panicking): Doesn't that seem unnecessarily cruel to ask those that may die at any moment to hold that in?
3:56 PM • Apr 30, 2026

cassidy @schizmet.bsky.social · 6d ago

If you can't solve my puzzle I'll feel really fucking bad. Wrong. Wrong. You have got to press the buttons in the correct order, that's all the hints you'll get from me. Wrong. No, not that one. Oh my fucking God. Okay, no, you got it. Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh my God.

cassidy @schizmet.bsky.social · 7d ago

Every time I try to bring comedy back into this story it becomes depressing again.

cassidy @schizmet.bsky.social · 7d ago

I wrote a short story about what happens to you when you get diagnosed with a chronic illness. There is jail, but also there is cop death, so who can say for sure if it's a good or bad thing. schizmet.substack.com/p/heart-cond...

A heart wrapped with barbed wire. The title at the top reads HEART CONDITION. The name Cassidy G. and "@schizmet" are on the bottom right corner.A heart wrapped with barbed wire. The title at the top reads HEART CONDITION. The name Cassidy G. and "@schizmet" are on the bottom right corner.

Got little twisted up pieces of metal in my chest. I go to the doctor and sure enough I’ve wasted three hundred and forty dollars finding out what I already know.
Doctor says, “You’ve got little twisted up pieces of metal in your chest.”
“Oh, okay. What do I do?”
“I’m afraid it’s post-heredity. You’ll have to either receive surgery or learn to breathe softer.”
As one does I work a job with small pay and big labor so right off the bat I have to quit, and even if I could work I can’t afford the little-twisted-up-pieces-of-metalectomy with my small money.
There’s a going-away party for me at the Small-Money-Big-Labor Factory and we have a pizza party, but I can’t go because it’s for employees only. They post the photo of the team on the company Instagram and tag me, but I’m not in the photo, because I couldn’t go. On the desk there’s a card I never received and I wonder what happened to it after the photo was taken. I close the app and go back to googling, “soft breathing techniques how to soft breathing soft breathing workshops near me how to.”

The money runs out that week. I stop paying my rent and am evicted onto the street minutes later, but my city is wall to wall hills. It’s actually one big hill with several smaller hills built onto it which makes it actually the worst possible thing to traverse when you’ve got little twisted up pieces of metal in your chest.
So I’m laying down on the sidewalk waiting to die when three police officers walk over and tell me I can’t live on the ground anymore because my body is a trip hazard to all the Microsoft employees nearby trying to contribute to the economy. Naturally I look up and say, “Michael Soft,” because I have hearing damage from growing up on a ranch, and eventually the war. They all think I’m making fun of them or inebriated and begin savagely beating me within an inch of my life, which bodes poorly for my newfound soft breathing lifestyle.
When I come to, I’m in jail and my chest is aching something terrible. The thought that it’s related to my condition gives me a flood of anxiety which causes me to breathe weird, and it becomes a cycle until my panic attack causes me to faint.
In my mind I dream of my job at the factory and my precious small money. The warehouse is empty except for the moon which has crashed through the ceiling. There is a large sum of small money on its face but I cannot see it because I am asleep. I can’t see anything.
When I awake I’m on a prison bus, handcuffed to the seat in front of me. I ask the prison bus driver what happened.

“You were in court,” he tells me. “It was very bad.” It makes me nervous that he turns all the way around in his seat to talk to me so I don’t say anything else.
Shortly after, however, I see him take out his phone and start typing something into YouTube. I can feel my chest tighten at the thought of him crashing the prison bus into something awful like a regular bus, or maybe a different prison bus.
Eventually he turns around again and holds up the phone to show me a video titled “Hard Time For Bedtime” with half a million views. In it I am in a courtroom slumped over in a chair unconscious and being accused of resisting arrest and disrespecting the court. Everyone is yelling at me including my public defender, who is clapping aggressively in front of my face. At one point my lawyer holds me from behind and swings me around. He talks in a high pitched voice, but no one is convinced that it is coming from me. The judge bangs his gavel and I am sentenced to four years of hard labor.

cassidy @schizmet.bsky.social · last wk.

Another beautiful day that I can't wait to end

cassidy @schizmet.bsky.social · 2w ago

Someone must read my new story and tell me if it's bullshit.

Callie Greatest-Artist @chuuurls.bsky.social · 2w ago

Pee, and the world pees with you. Poop and you die.

cassidy @schizmet.bsky.social · 2w ago

Duality of the Southern Thing is maybe the pinnacle of redneck leftism. I'm not saying if this is good or bad, I am only Speaking Truth to Power™.

Crystal @crystal.undertow.cards · last yr.

DALE COOPER: [runs down the stairs too fast because he really needs to pee and trips and rolls to the bottom while pissing his pants] WINDOM EARLE: [500 miles away] (smiling) Knight takes Rook... Check.

cassidy @schizmet.bsky.social · 4w ago

I can now play Stalker (1979) on my car's touch screen.

Still from Stalker depicting a man looking to the right in sepia.

cassidy @schizmet.bsky.social · 2w ago

Writing my Adam and Eve story. Never before has the threshold between comedy and horror felt more concrete. I am unsure of how to bridge the divide between how funny this story can be and how heartbreaking it must be for these characters.

Col. Will Porter @dinosaursheriff.bsky.social · 2w ago

casualties of language

cassidy @schizmet.bsky.social · 3w ago

I can drive to nearby towns now.

rob @ok-but-still.bsky.social · 3w ago

30% of americans are self-employed as youtube pedophile hunters

cassidy @schizmet.bsky.social · 3w ago

I think the next story I do will be about Genesis. There's so many fascinating ideas no one explores or questions. God's reveal that the serpent had legs at the beginning of the story is funny, I think it's intended to be funny. No one finds that as funny as I do.