power plants of antah-berantah

eschatological sufferings

[hopscotchist]

small introduction

my name is daffy, and i am a poet who writes about anything relating to societal issues, calamity, humanity, and war (genocide)

my upscrolled account: cootie

my instagram account: cootiecle

feel free to reblog and ask for mutuals ❤︎⁠

free sudan, free congo, free palestine, free tigray, free iran, free lebanon, free west papua

[hopscotchist]

pilgrims and zombies

bring your heavy machineries by the dozens

bring your presidents and your cousins

come drain the flood out of us

we got no chance of reforestation

all flesh has zombified

leeches gather around

they hail in and from

the great sky of authoritarianism

all blood has coughed

angels gather around

they plummet down and from

the great heaven of militarism

come, o angels

these sacred logs are not to go to waste

saw them off these mutilated fingers

come, o angels, bring your holy chainsaws

hold your camera like an ak-47

to profit from the apocalypse, to profit from leptospira

profligation over living livid cadavers

the trebuchet is loaded with blood vomit

[hopscotchist]

bacteriophages ii

plummet down from the great sky of capitalism

chugging fresh water—now data centre's leftovers

came from a mother’s womb never a man’s rib

slam her skull, show no remorse

we are all just some bacteriophages

thrusting our pricks into the mother

cumming black oil all over her body

and raping her 'til she can't birth us no more

[hopscotchist]

g(l)ory land

how can i attach to the neck

while i’ve been decapitated

and have my blood sucked out by

consanguine leeches?

and the abundance, the false stomach

has only given me starvation

in a glorious gory land

they profit from annihilation

in the name of welfare

hang me by my rosary

the old permanent knife

twisting inside the guts

rusting into something new

[hopscotchist]

dearest neighbour

knock, knock

this is your dearest neighbour

can i borrow some of your cobalt and coltan?

maybe a little bit of your flesh too?

come on, swing your pickaxe

you have to die for me to survive

dig more, little baby

i'll blow your skull if you resist

i need a new iphone, quickly

more and more sweet blood on my fist

[hopscotchist]

the trigger of your own gun

why should i reload the chamber when you are the one who pulled the trigger of your own gun?

you handed me the gun and screamed out loud

i don’t craft bullets, and i am not a gunsmith

but you pretended to buy them from me

is it okay now? i’ve seen angels slaughter

attempting to make peace with

the ones who know the law, the ones who make the law

and the ones who violate at the same time

[kyra45]

Accidentally reported you’ scam

(‘Accidentally reported you’ scam)

So it’s just another day on tumblr when a beloved mutual suddenly DMs you (or a random stranger) claiming that someone impersonated you and has scammed them out of (insert money amount here it changes often) be it art or crypto or because of content related to CP. They tell you they’ve accidentally reported you by mistake and that the only way to clear up this issue is to contact someone on discord,Microsoft teams, or a random email account. They even show a screenshot claiming your account was reported for fraudulent activity and action must be taken within 24hrs or else your blog will be terminated. You just need to contact the “official” report dispute discord account in a timely manner and clear everything up or contact the ‘official’ Microsoft teams account!

You panic! You don’t want to lose your blog so you immediately DM the discord account (or the Microsoft Teams account) who begins asking you questions before ultimately asking you to change your email address to theirs so they can ‘fix’ the flag on your account. All is well, and you assume that the false report is going to be cleared up…Right?

Unfortunately no. That’s not what happens.

You get locked out of your account and now the scammer logs in as you and starts to send the same message to anyone and everyone they find. The same message that now you accidentally reported the receiver and you need them to contact the same discord account to repeat the same process over and over again and you yourself seem to have no way of accessing your blog to stop the phishing. But don’t fear! You can fix this! Just contact the real support email and let them know you’ve been hacked and give them any information they may ask to confirm your the real owner of the blog.

Here are things to keep in mind:

- There is no official report dispute discord account ran by tumblr that isn’t a thing and has never been.

- Any discord account claiming to an official tumblr report dispute staff account is a scammer.

- You do not need to ever contact Discord for a tumblr related issue no matter how official the screenshot looks.

- This scam can affect anyone, even your friends. Keep them informed and if you can contact them offsite to let them know they’ve been hacked please do so they can get their account back faster.

- Reports are handled through the official tumblr tech support line and will never be through discord. (Link is to tumblr help center)

- Support center is not: Gmail,yahoo,outlook,Microsoft teams,discord,etc.

[pooklet]

hey folks i think @simmetrybby may have been hacked because i just got this "accidentally reported you" message from them. if anyone knows a way to contact them outside of tumblr and let them know, please do! also keep an eye out for similar messages since i guess this is going around again.

[frostedshore]

I got the message from @simmetrybby too!! Spreading this post to all my moots. Don’t EVER share your personal info to ANYBODY in the internet.

[jodeliejodelie]

I also received a message from @simmetrybby but it only said this:

I didn't respond because it seemed fishy to me (usually people aren't this vague, they just ask their question directly). Turns out I was right.

[shadysentinel]

Also got the same message from @imyourjoysims2aspiration on both this account and my @shadysentinelccfinds account

[pinka-style]

Same message from @imyourjoysims2aspiration

[hopscotchist]

flesh without blood

slaughter us, o, slaves of god.

sanctified by the desolated blood on our flesh.

children are consecrated,

angels are degraded,

cherubs are cremated,

and boucher is dead.

slaughter us, o, angels' chattels.

desensitised to the chains,

profaned with bacteria and maggots.

shock us with your electric devices.

suffer us before we suffer you.

vomiting all of the soiled bloodsheds.

you did not butcher us properly,

so your guts curdle like the fraudulent faith.

injecting the veins and brains

of those hard drugs formulated by priests.

semi-abandoned buildings whisper in our ears.

deafened by the constant silence of nowhere.

gunshots are unheard, blood splats are ignored.

the stench of those crimsons is considered a precious mineral.

wear them as headgears, decorate our rifles,

keep those vermin out of the stolen pesticide-laden lawn.

[hopscotchist]

slice of hell

faces disintegrated, nooses epitomised

disassembled on the harsh tar roads

bringing the holocaust around the neighbourhood

tearing larynges apart through the incinerator of local purgatories

shifted this land into a slice of hell

hailing the impune genocidal god

angels lift their divine glocks

living on gunshots like fireworks on the fourth of july

[hopscotchist]

epilogue

riffles are mounted alongside calligraphies and crosses.

we cannot beat those swords into ploughshares.

unavailability is the thing that turns us on.

send over the pilgrimage of the idolaters.

spurious creatures thrive between calumny.

non-consensual sacrifices are the baseline of modernity.

irresponsibility, hypocrisy, apathy, desensitisation, and diversion,

are those what's left to stand by this age of desolation?

living in a derelict edifice, apathy is hidden behind the facades.

i recall the eldritch gods to accelerate the actualisation of their last terrestrial blueprint.

[hopscotchist]

search and destroy

a game of contempt bomb-ridden hot potato

a world full of deformed frontal cortices

an airstrike of insomniac whispers

an instant lobotomy right in our eyes

absentmindedly giggling in the middle of a firefight

look out, buddy, they’re using technology

[ivyvolturra-poetry]

Time and the Greed of Men

What is limitless! Time and the greed of men!

What is endless! Time and the greed of men!

What is as old as time itself! Time and the greed of men!

What remains when all else ends! Time and the greed of men!

[hopscotchist]

bacteriophages

a drought for the sake of slander.

a drop of microplastic water;

don't drink it yet,

somebody needs to personify their hamster.

romanticising resilient third-world sacrifices,

powerful motherboards and battered mothers.

there are billions of orphans, but

you'd still kill for a brand new one.

ah, we're all bacteriophages.

consume, degrade, consume, degrade, consume, degrade, consume, degrade!

dependent yet remorseless whatsoever.

organic no more, inhumane are we.

[hopscotchist]

[hopscotchist]

necropolis

ambrosial stench

of partially decomposed sadists

black flies aren’t enough

send against them flights of plague birds

gore and fire in a whirling smoke

envelop the earth in a squalor fog

concurrently smothering from the same old virus

this time, the incandescent pillars forbid guiding

shrapnel-hollowed craniums, landmined hopscotch

quadriplegic and mutilated babies

they cackle then knifefuck

limbs to limbs, spines to sternums, wounds to sockets

swelling up the necropolis

all is not enough

[hopscotchist]

radiotrophic society

baal in snuffed alveoli

simultaneously gorging chemicals

pharmaceutical trauma

cough and cough and cough and cough

oh, end this sadism

unpremeditated nuclear assaults

radiation serenades between church hymns

severed limbs, corpulent cancer, and tumours

knuckles and necrosed holes, i see nothing but blood

all my loved ones follow the antichrist

i languish to repent my sins but

all i meet are charred carcasses of old pastors

[hopscotchist]

in order to vomit

corrosive piss

thrown around to activists.

living with a divine flesh is bliss— isn't it?

impunity built up your bones and fists.

militarian angels covered in humans' blood,

holy water can’t wash it off, even sevenfold.

gnashing after rotten pig heads with maggots,

in order to vomit, you have to get slaughtered.

under the blade, over the folks,

if mouth won't do more,

if our limp faces cut underground,

the empty hands will have to speak.