Zac'hary' Thraves
@28hary.bsky.social
Living in the realm of dream, surrealism, wine and song. Writes, acts, cries, has tantrums, disappears, hosts a pod.
#vss365 #poetry #mentalhealth #surrealism
all that we are has been lost
forgotten, in the storm
the raging of ideas born of hate;
we do not #recall us as angels
or how our love connects to it all
instead, like soaked beaten trench coats
we wither, we rust, we wail, we think of
only dust
all that we are has been lost
forgotten, in the storm
the raging of ideas born of hate;
we do not #recall us as angels
or how our love connects to it all
instead, like soaked beaten trench coats
we wither, we rust, we wail, we think of
only dust
December 17, 2025 at 11:25 AM
#vss365 #poetry #mentalhealth #surrealism
all that we are has been lost
forgotten, in the storm
the raging of ideas born of hate;
we do not #recall us as angels
or how our love connects to it all
instead, like soaked beaten trench coats
we wither, we rust, we wail, we think of
only dust
all that we are has been lost
forgotten, in the storm
the raging of ideas born of hate;
we do not #recall us as angels
or how our love connects to it all
instead, like soaked beaten trench coats
we wither, we rust, we wail, we think of
only dust
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#vss365 #prompt for
December 17, 2025 is #Recall
Because of course it is
Or as Arnold says : ”off course it is”
Was lucky to see Total Recall (1990)
two weeks ago on the big screen & it’s amazing
What a movie, great story & score
It always manages to blow my mind.
Away.
December 17, 2025 is #Recall
Because of course it is
Or as Arnold says : ”off course it is”
Was lucky to see Total Recall (1990)
two weeks ago on the big screen & it’s amazing
What a movie, great story & score
It always manages to blow my mind.
Away.
a row of blue and white lines moving in a dark room .
ALT: a row of blue and white lines moving in a dark room .
media.tenor.com
December 17, 2025 at 8:02 AM
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Mom’s a lib, Calvin is a lefty.
December 15, 2025 at 6:23 PM
Mom’s a lib, Calvin is a lefty.
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CHRISTMAS RAFFLE DRAW!
We did a raffle to raise some dosh, so two schools could buy some books. (see attached post).
Want to know who won?
Want to know how much we raised?
Here is the draw!
We did a raffle to raise some dosh, so two schools could buy some books. (see attached post).
Want to know who won?
Want to know how much we raised?
Here is the draw!
December 16, 2025 at 6:22 PM
CHRISTMAS RAFFLE DRAW!
We did a raffle to raise some dosh, so two schools could buy some books. (see attached post).
Want to know who won?
Want to know how much we raised?
Here is the draw!
We did a raffle to raise some dosh, so two schools could buy some books. (see attached post).
Want to know who won?
Want to know how much we raised?
Here is the draw!
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There is no karma in this life,
Only the next.
The greatest act of kindness you perform,
Will become less than #memory,
Faded.
“But what have you done recently?”.
But the worst thing you do,
Will last,
And linger,
And be judged forever.
A societal albatross,
Around the neck.
#vss365
Only the next.
The greatest act of kindness you perform,
Will become less than #memory,
Faded.
“But what have you done recently?”.
But the worst thing you do,
Will last,
And linger,
And be judged forever.
A societal albatross,
Around the neck.
#vss365
December 16, 2025 at 9:04 AM
#vss365 #poetry #mentalhealth #surrealism
it fails me, bordering on sadness
filling my time with lost illusions
faded like stonewash, like denim
a #memory gone to dust, the storms
and emptied into a vacuous bottle of dream
I wonder who you are, who I was
and what streets I used to own
it fails me, bordering on sadness
filling my time with lost illusions
faded like stonewash, like denim
a #memory gone to dust, the storms
and emptied into a vacuous bottle of dream
I wonder who you are, who I was
and what streets I used to own
December 16, 2025 at 10:07 AM
#vss365 #poetry #mentalhealth #surrealism
it fails me, bordering on sadness
filling my time with lost illusions
faded like stonewash, like denim
a #memory gone to dust, the storms
and emptied into a vacuous bottle of dream
I wonder who you are, who I was
and what streets I used to own
it fails me, bordering on sadness
filling my time with lost illusions
faded like stonewash, like denim
a #memory gone to dust, the storms
and emptied into a vacuous bottle of dream
I wonder who you are, who I was
and what streets I used to own
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December 16, 2025 at 9:19 AM
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CURRENT PROMPT HOST:
The #vss365 host for December 16-31 is:
@paintbuywords.bsky.social
Prompts will drop at 8 AM GMT (UTC)
Follow Jan, if you haven’t already!
The #vss365 host for December 16-31 is:
@paintbuywords.bsky.social
Prompts will drop at 8 AM GMT (UTC)
Follow Jan, if you haven’t already!
December 16, 2025 at 2:34 AM
CURRENT PROMPT HOST:
The #vss365 host for December 16-31 is:
@paintbuywords.bsky.social
Prompts will drop at 8 AM GMT (UTC)
Follow Jan, if you haven’t already!
The #vss365 host for December 16-31 is:
@paintbuywords.bsky.social
Prompts will drop at 8 AM GMT (UTC)
Follow Jan, if you haven’t already!
#vss365 #poetry #mentalhealth #surrealism
her eyes were unorthodox
drawn by the supernatural
worn with avant-garde expression
but without details, with only song.
She languished in her #boho style
sweeping away the noise in the air
a dovetail, a lone beatnik, a fallen angel for winter.
her eyes were unorthodox
drawn by the supernatural
worn with avant-garde expression
but without details, with only song.
She languished in her #boho style
sweeping away the noise in the air
a dovetail, a lone beatnik, a fallen angel for winter.
December 15, 2025 at 12:02 PM
#vss365 #poetry #mentalhealth #surrealism
her eyes were unorthodox
drawn by the supernatural
worn with avant-garde expression
but without details, with only song.
She languished in her #boho style
sweeping away the noise in the air
a dovetail, a lone beatnik, a fallen angel for winter.
her eyes were unorthodox
drawn by the supernatural
worn with avant-garde expression
but without details, with only song.
She languished in her #boho style
sweeping away the noise in the air
a dovetail, a lone beatnik, a fallen angel for winter.
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The raw beauty of how STAND BY ME ends and voices its friendships lays bare a director who cared about people, outcasts, friendships & decency. Reiner was a substantial LGBTQ ally and stood by queer folk's equality and social standing longer than most.
Art by Ignacio AC
#RIPRobReiner
Art by Ignacio AC
#RIPRobReiner
December 15, 2025 at 10:16 AM
The raw beauty of how STAND BY ME ends and voices its friendships lays bare a director who cared about people, outcasts, friendships & decency. Reiner was a substantial LGBTQ ally and stood by queer folk's equality and social standing longer than most.
Art by Ignacio AC
#RIPRobReiner
Art by Ignacio AC
#RIPRobReiner
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#vss365 She was only guilty of choosing precarity. Content to wallow among the pushers and users of words, the daubers and dancing folk. ...
The real tragedy was to be forgotten. Consigned to a #boho box label and the footnote of misadventure. Then erased by the patriarchal rewrite of her time.
The real tragedy was to be forgotten. Consigned to a #boho box label and the footnote of misadventure. Then erased by the patriarchal rewrite of her time.
December 15, 2025 at 8:46 AM
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As Rory moved Esme between the shops, seeing what new in-game things were available, he saw the most incredible outfit on a character. A proper #Boho ensemble that, if dyed black, could be very witchly.
But it wasn’t in the game store. Probably from an event of some kind. Still nice.
#vss365
But it wasn’t in the game store. Probably from an event of some kind. Still nice.
#vss365
December 15, 2025 at 9:18 AM
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In the parlor of the inherited home, the blank page seemed to reach its own apogee. She touched the paper, sensing a cargo of twilight. Suddenly, the walls grew oddly unfamiliar. The break at the apex carried farther than the golden hour could hold.
#vss365 #prompt Dec 13 #apogee
🖼️ O. Zhelezniak
#vss365 #prompt Dec 13 #apogee
🖼️ O. Zhelezniak
December 13, 2025 at 8:00 AM
#vss365 #poetry #mentalhealth #surrealism
we have many faces
masks we try to conceal
and mirrors in dangerous places.
age adapts us, alters our eyes
each new person the #successor
as we learn to love or hate
a choice we make as our voices
fade into a crescendo of outside noise
we have many faces
masks we try to conceal
and mirrors in dangerous places.
age adapts us, alters our eyes
each new person the #successor
as we learn to love or hate
a choice we make as our voices
fade into a crescendo of outside noise
December 12, 2025 at 11:06 AM
#vss365 #poetry #mentalhealth #surrealism
we have many faces
masks we try to conceal
and mirrors in dangerous places.
age adapts us, alters our eyes
each new person the #successor
as we learn to love or hate
a choice we make as our voices
fade into a crescendo of outside noise
we have many faces
masks we try to conceal
and mirrors in dangerous places.
age adapts us, alters our eyes
each new person the #successor
as we learn to love or hate
a choice we make as our voices
fade into a crescendo of outside noise
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Autumn will soon be declared officially dead. It did its best. Or at least existed. But the real headline is its successor. Not due for nine days yet already stomping and chilling around. Utterly unfazed. Frankly, even the paperwork has better manners.
#vss365 #prompt Dec 12 #successor
#vss365 #prompt Dec 12 #successor
December 12, 2025 at 8:00 AM
Autumn will soon be declared officially dead. It did its best. Or at least existed. But the real headline is its successor. Not due for nine days yet already stomping and chilling around. Utterly unfazed. Frankly, even the paperwork has better manners.
#vss365 #prompt Dec 12 #successor
#vss365 #prompt Dec 12 #successor
#vss365 #poetry #mentalhealth #surrealism
your hands remain
forbidden to my estate
a point of no return
an #illicit touch cornered like
a criminal caught in the act;
I fail, and find your fruit
too dominant to ignore,
we fall, unable to breath
and connect only in cries
your hands remain
forbidden to my estate
a point of no return
an #illicit touch cornered like
a criminal caught in the act;
I fail, and find your fruit
too dominant to ignore,
we fall, unable to breath
and connect only in cries
December 11, 2025 at 10:12 AM
#vss365 #poetry #mentalhealth #surrealism
your hands remain
forbidden to my estate
a point of no return
an #illicit touch cornered like
a criminal caught in the act;
I fail, and find your fruit
too dominant to ignore,
we fall, unable to breath
and connect only in cries
your hands remain
forbidden to my estate
a point of no return
an #illicit touch cornered like
a criminal caught in the act;
I fail, and find your fruit
too dominant to ignore,
we fall, unable to breath
and connect only in cries
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#vss365 #poetry #mentalhealth #surrealism
are you popular? Begins the ad
focusing on simple ideas for
mediocrity rules the airwaves and
we are #bewitched by little talent
pretending to be the next thing
to be pop…you…lar!
instead, be the shaker of ideas
and the stirrer when the tide comes in.
are you popular? Begins the ad
focusing on simple ideas for
mediocrity rules the airwaves and
we are #bewitched by little talent
pretending to be the next thing
to be pop…you…lar!
instead, be the shaker of ideas
and the stirrer when the tide comes in.
December 10, 2025 at 9:23 AM
#vss365 #poetry #mentalhealth #surrealism
are you popular? Begins the ad
focusing on simple ideas for
mediocrity rules the airwaves and
we are #bewitched by little talent
pretending to be the next thing
to be pop…you…lar!
instead, be the shaker of ideas
and the stirrer when the tide comes in.
are you popular? Begins the ad
focusing on simple ideas for
mediocrity rules the airwaves and
we are #bewitched by little talent
pretending to be the next thing
to be pop…you…lar!
instead, be the shaker of ideas
and the stirrer when the tide comes in.
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She would like to be the little girl again who skips rope, inventing a vault perfectly sized to the body that flips within it, bewitched by her own motion.
#vss365 #prompt December 10 #bewitched
📸 Rudolf Koppitz
#vss365 #prompt December 10 #bewitched
📸 Rudolf Koppitz
December 10, 2025 at 8:00 AM
She would like to be the little girl again who skips rope, inventing a vault perfectly sized to the body that flips within it, bewitched by her own motion.
#vss365 #prompt December 10 #bewitched
📸 Rudolf Koppitz
#vss365 #prompt December 10 #bewitched
📸 Rudolf Koppitz
#vss365 #poetry #mentalhealth #surrealism
I was on the Spectrum
so they said, warned, targeted
confused in a manner
known only to boys in bedrooms
firing their Kempston at imaginary lines;
Commodore was no #consolation
being on the spectrum, became
in life, in imagination
a beautiful place to be
I was on the Spectrum
so they said, warned, targeted
confused in a manner
known only to boys in bedrooms
firing their Kempston at imaginary lines;
Commodore was no #consolation
being on the spectrum, became
in life, in imagination
a beautiful place to be
December 9, 2025 at 9:39 AM
#vss365 #poetry #mentalhealth #surrealism
I was on the Spectrum
so they said, warned, targeted
confused in a manner
known only to boys in bedrooms
firing their Kempston at imaginary lines;
Commodore was no #consolation
being on the spectrum, became
in life, in imagination
a beautiful place to be
I was on the Spectrum
so they said, warned, targeted
confused in a manner
known only to boys in bedrooms
firing their Kempston at imaginary lines;
Commodore was no #consolation
being on the spectrum, became
in life, in imagination
a beautiful place to be
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#vss365 The rain fell warmly on to his fingertips. His skin tingled. Though the scoriated firmament was a mass of crackling, angry clouds, and the winds whirled, he stepped out into the deluge and let it wash all over him.
...some small #consolation from the fact that it would be quicker this way.
...some small #consolation from the fact that it would be quicker this way.
December 9, 2025 at 9:07 AM
#vss365 The rain fell warmly on to his fingertips. His skin tingled. Though the scoriated firmament was a mass of crackling, angry clouds, and the winds whirled, he stepped out into the deluge and let it wash all over him.
...some small #consolation from the fact that it would be quicker this way.
...some small #consolation from the fact that it would be quicker this way.
A curious couple of tales. I find Henry James uses twenty words where four will do. Still, these a supposed classics.
#booksky 💙📚 BookSky
#booksky 💙📚 BookSky
December 8, 2025 at 11:22 AM
A curious couple of tales. I find Henry James uses twenty words where four will do. Still, these a supposed classics.
#booksky 💙📚 BookSky
#booksky 💙📚 BookSky
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My muse
Gives me life
Brings me death
Deals with gloom
And shows me love
They give me words
They let me #soliloquy
Through a pen
And it’s ink
And yet none of this
Do they know
#vss365
Gives me life
Brings me death
Deals with gloom
And shows me love
They give me words
They let me #soliloquy
Through a pen
And it’s ink
And yet none of this
Do they know
#vss365
December 8, 2025 at 8:46 AM
My muse
Gives me life
Brings me death
Deals with gloom
And shows me love
They give me words
They let me #soliloquy
Through a pen
And it’s ink
And yet none of this
Do they know
#vss365
Gives me life
Brings me death
Deals with gloom
And shows me love
They give me words
They let me #soliloquy
Through a pen
And it’s ink
And yet none of this
Do they know
#vss365
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The haunting #soliloquy drifted through the safe house. Mournful and poignant, sung in memory of those lost, in death and missing. There were always so many. Far too many.
Dylan sat alone, nursing his whisky and watching the footage of the battle, seeing where it could have gone better.
#vss365
Dylan sat alone, nursing his whisky and watching the footage of the battle, seeing where it could have gone better.
#vss365
December 8, 2025 at 9:21 AM
The haunting #soliloquy drifted through the safe house. Mournful and poignant, sung in memory of those lost, in death and missing. There were always so many. Far too many.
Dylan sat alone, nursing his whisky and watching the footage of the battle, seeing where it could have gone better.
#vss365
Dylan sat alone, nursing his whisky and watching the footage of the battle, seeing where it could have gone better.
#vss365