#wormshit

[trupowieszcz-moved]

decided to make up my own

catshit - awesome

whaleshit - huge news

birdshit - annoying minor inconvenience

wormshit - gnarly

feel free to expand this list

[mercswercs]

Oh wormshite, whatever's going on here, I've just gleaned something very interesting.

In this timeline, Castletech, one of Wayouddy's longest occupiers, has only just left. Their leftovers look soooo fat and full of pickings, still.

#IC

[lizhi-art]

I propose a new phrase: wormshit

it describes something that’s plain or underwhelming, eg “that party was wormshit” or “my day was wormshit”

because I like how many types of animal shit we’ve incorporated into our vocabulary and how they all mean different things, and I think we should continue this trend until the entire spectrum of human emotion can be described using different animal shit

[notyourfriendwithoutsomegreenery]

I finally got some worm shit from the local nursery. my plants better explode with growth from this bc I almost died carrying it the two miles home

#plantblr #plants #house plants #plantlife #plantcore #plant mom #plantcommunity #houseplants #worm #wormcastings #wormshit

[sacrificeofyouth]

WORMSHIT

[poetrex]

Other Signs of Heart Attack in Women:

1. She splits at the hip like a babushka doll—suffocating husk of every sister self inside: daughter of the daughter of how many women made her spilling empty guts; behind each woman a great woman and so on, breathing dust in the lungs of sunlight. She wills herself solid, or full of something not already vessel to another restless air. 2. A winded creature stalks her sawgrass voice beyond the force of naming—none fathom her rites nor fan her rage beneath the shade of tall palms. Thundering at evenstar where shoreline razes gold in wet horizon all her hidden verticality, she scoops a mountain out of sky and crowns herself high priestess of the floodplain. 3. There is no blood on her hands. There is blood on her teeth and in other places but there is none on her hands. She tracks her shoulders drawing back as from a third person—mirror-eyes see other arms smear menses at the mausoleum door and make some favourable comparison to fruit or flowers: a meatless rib and the knives of her station. She covers her mouth when she coughs. There is no blood on her hands. It is not for lack of bleeding. 4. She sleeps in coal and rises ashen; waking mare-trod, hag-beridden, she brings up grave goods: bog-preserved garroted bodies; Lindow Woman, other grim statistics (if a victim, her attacker is well known to her). She carries sacred tools inside a coffin—torch and shovel for some queen-of-queens or underworld goddess: of the slain; of the drowned; of the burned; (Other Signs of Heart Attack in Women:). Claims to ride a cloud with Joan of Arc and Freya’s Valkyries; proposes blue-faced Hel to be the better half of wormshit (neck, jaw, shoulder, upper back or stomach pain; pain in one or both arms; trouble breathing; indigestion; nausea or vomiting; sweating; dizziness; fatigue; …). 5. She is thrust again into a body of these other bodies; grain runs down the clouded hourglass of night and through her fingers and she beats herself up for the mess it leaves the floor. But she will no more be a house—every door flings open down the hallway of her closed eyes, disgorging fire all eight corners of the sky. Feels the crackling breeze of heaven shudder in her shoulders, ring her spine with shivers of impending doom—that cliché dream again: the angel with the bell and blood-soaked wings. She falls into the void—and even here, there is the blackest wall; she cannot see a space without them. 6. She hacks her way through hedgerow where the fiddles play, and there remains a while. No garden maze will hide the chalice she has crossed this desert for: once, it was an ocean of saltwater; once, that hollow hunger. Here, at last, the flood and now the lanterns call from that far shore—oh, sweetwater isn’t deep! the currents slow; we wait for you to cross. It is not her time to go. 7. The sickle moon waxes once again and ancient throats speak starlight from the boat of heaven. She folds her hands in clay and fears no death. It is not for lack of dying. * * * October 2020. The line "How many woman made you?" appears twice in 'The Chained Beast' (for Virginia Woolf, and others) from Tintype by Elizabeth Brady (Fiddlehead Poetry Books, 1977) The line “menses at the mausoleum door” is inspired by Lorde’s comments on writing about adolescence in A NOTE FROM THE DESK OF A NEWBORN ADULT: I was 16 when most of us met. Can you believe it? I laugh thinking about that me now - that glossy idiot god, princess of her childhood streets, handmade and ugly and sure of herself. All my life I’ve been obsessed with adolescence, drunk on it. Even when I was little, I knew that teenagers sparkled. I knew they knew something children didn’t know, and adults ended up forgetting. Since 13 I’ve spent my life building this giant teenage museum, mausoleum maybe, dutifully wolfishly writing every moment down, and repeating it all back like folklore. And now there isn’t any more of it. Paragraph 6 is inspired by listening to every recording I could find of Sandy Denny’s ‘Like An Old Fashioned Waltz’ on repeat for like at least a week straight. Finally, thanks to @smakkabagms for the prompt: ‘I, Enheduanna’, and thanks to the earliest known poet to have signed her work.

#poem #poetry #prompt #prose poetry #prose poem

[willowbillyfarms]

Love Our Team @willowbillyfarms! 🎥by @blacklabelimages @thegardentroll @gardentrollskeeper @heather7927 @cannasmith420 @britta407 @gierke2002 . . #Repost @blacklabelimages with @get_repost ・・・ WORMMMMMSS!!!! @willowbillyfarms making sure their living soil is top notch. #willowbillyfarms #blacklabelimages #worms #wormcastings #wormshit #livingsoil #recfarm #oregon #southernoregon #cj #illinoisvalley #thegardentroll #cannabis #cannabiscommunity #westcoast #weshouldsmoke #marijuana @thegardentroll (at Cave Junction, Oregon)

#cj #repost #worms #cannabiscommunity #southernoregon #westcoast #illinoisvalley #marijuana #blacklabelimages #wormcastings #thegardentroll #weshouldsmoke #cannabis #livingsoil #recfarm #willowbillyfarms #oregon #wormshit

[angelfood1995]

Jay likes the stink of wormshit

[oldqb12]

Fauci is wormshit

[parangayokonayata]

WORMSHITS

Kame at kame parin. More than decade of friendship,tipong pag kame magkakasama baliw baliwan hahaha.. Inulit namen kagabi yung ginagawa namen noon every christmas eve and new years eve,mglalabas ng kanya kanyang food sama sama kame kakaen at iinom (pag may pambili ng alak haha).

Inabot na kame ng umaga sa walwalan pero ayos lang another memories to keep. Masaya ko pag kasama ko sila,wala na kong ibang wish kundi humaba pa yung solid na samahan namen..

Merry christmas worms!! Iloveyou all! Mas mahal ko kayo kesa sa jowa ko hahaha..

#wormshits #FriendsForKeeps

[mykabaum]

A mount of ground #wormshit! #wormcastings #naturalpigment

[myfriendsdontknowaboutmyblog]

I find myself in a state of severe infatuation with someone I've seen twice. I've been in a relationship with someone else for almost two years. This account holds every secret between my double lives.

#wormshit

[willowbillyfarms]

Love Our Team @willowbillyfarms! 🎥by @blacklabelimages @heather7927 @cannasmith420 @gardentrollskeeper @thegardentroll @thebudtendersociety @britta407 #Repost @blacklabelimages with @get_repost ・・・ WORMMMMMSS!!!! @willowbillyfarms making sure their living soil is top notch. #willowbillyfarms #blacklabelimages #worms #wormcastings #wormshit #livingsoil #recfarm #oregon #southernoregon #cj #illinoisvalley #thegardentroll #cannabis #cannabiscommunity #westcoast #weshouldsmoke #marijuana @thegardentroll (at Cave Junction, Oregon)

#repost #southernoregon #oregon #cj #wormcastings #cannabiscommunity #illinoisvalley #wormshit #livingsoil #worms #blacklabelimages #thegardentroll #weshouldsmoke #recfarm #marijuana #westcoast #cannabis #willowbillyfarms