I keep a whole war behind my teeth. Silent rounds chambered in my throat. Every word is a risk, every breath a negotiation. This isn’t just about language—it’s about survival. About the sounds we swallow, the truths we burn to say, and the silence that remains when even “I love you” aches too loud.
Modernizing the Constitution: Lessons from a Signal Chat. Part 2 .
What happens when the Founding Fathers get sick of being misquoted and log back in from the afterlife? Chaos. Group chat chaos.
Join Washington, Hamilton, Madison, Abigail Adams, and a very tired Tommy J as they try to update the U.S. Constitution — one amendment (and one eye-roll) at a time.
Spoiler: No one invited T. Rump. Again.
Spit
I keep a whole war behind my teeth. Silent rounds chambered in my throat. Every word is a risk, every breath a negotiation. This isn’t just about language—it’s about survival. About the sounds we swallow, the truths we burn to say, and the silence that remains when even “I love you” aches too loud.
Poe ‘Vices.
This week, Donny throws himself a one-man military parade—and no one shows up. Except Poe. To mock him. With feathers. And facts.
From inflatable crowds to Kid Rock torture loops, it’s another chaotic dispatch from the tangerine twilight zone. Poe offers tactical chicken wisdom, emotional support hashbrowns, and a dazzling robe of ridicule.
March with us, or at least laugh from the sidelines.
Dispatches from the Void. X.IV.
Salt hit #1. Celia hit her limit. Mowgli lost his voice, Akela sued the air (again), and Poe is now spiritually bonded with the rice cooker. Meanwhile, we’re dodging hate comments, packing for Thailand (badly), and writing political satire fuelled by rage, resilience, and the occasional pear. Welcome to Underland. It’s a mess. It’s ours.
Modernizing the Constitution: Lessons from a Signal Chat. Part 1.
What happens when the Founding Fathers get sick of being misquoted and log back in from the afterlife? Chaos. Group chat chaos.
Join Washington, Hamilton, Madison, Abigail Adams, and a very tired Tommy J as they try to update the U.S. Constitution — one amendment (and one eye-roll) at a time.
Spoiler: No one invited T. Rump. Again.
The Seven Ages of Man-Power
Tired of watching self-proclaimed “experts” spew geopolitical nonsense from their Wi-Fi-enabled soapboxes? Here’s a five-step guide to becoming a top-tier war apologist—plus actual sources debunking the tired myth that Iran has nukes. Sarcasm included. Evidence required.
How to be A Ventriloquist’s Mouthpiece for War-Mongering Propaganda.
Tired of watching self-proclaimed “experts” spew geopolitical nonsense from their Wi-Fi-enabled soapboxes? Here’s a five-step guide to becoming a top-tier war apologist—plus actual sources debunking the tired myth that Iran has nukes. Sarcasm included. Evidence required.
#Get Ready With Me.
A liturgy of taps and tragedy.
Cute dogs. Contoured faces. War zones.
This piece scrolls through the noise of curated apathy —
#Gaza #Bisan
Poe ‘Vices.
This week, Donny throws himself a one-man military parade—and no one shows up. Except Poe. To mock him. With feathers. And facts.
From inflatable crowds to Kid Rock torture loops, it’s another chaotic dispatch from the tangerine twilight zone. Poe offers tactical chicken wisdom, emotional support hashbrowns, and a dazzling robe of ridicule.
March with us, or at least laugh from the sidelines.
