Black Ink
@6lackink.bsky.social
I ink ghost words that hum like rain,
Frame notes about ‘em—walls, windows, pain.
Let in a chorus like a half-broke guest,
Then pray it’s too beat to haunt my rest.
“If your truth’s tremblin’, let it tremble on the track.”
Frame notes about ‘em—walls, windows, pain.
Let in a chorus like a half-broke guest,
Then pray it’s too beat to haunt my rest.
“If your truth’s tremblin’, let it tremble on the track.”
No… real… difference…
a cartoon drawing of a man and a woman with their mouths open
ALT: a cartoon drawing of a man and a woman with their mouths open
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December 11, 2025 at 9:59 PM
No… real… difference…
Eartha Kitt - Santa Baby (Official Music Video)
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December 11, 2025 at 7:46 PM
I think you’re taking this too serious.
Apologies.
Apologies.
a cartoon drawing of a boy wearing a yellow hoodie that says ed
ALT: a cartoon drawing of a boy wearing a yellow hoodie that says ed
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December 11, 2025 at 7:37 PM
I think you’re taking this too serious.
Apologies.
Apologies.
Deep in your habitat’s hush, I hear it—
a low, lost melody.
Your wild heart drums in dark—
beat on beat, callin’ her to home key.
Winter unhides ghost-you,
steppin’ to a colder groove.
Hunters prowl thicket,
crampin’ your every move.
Call her back in steady time;
every lost bloom learns its chime.
a low, lost melody.
Your wild heart drums in dark—
beat on beat, callin’ her to home key.
Winter unhides ghost-you,
steppin’ to a colder groove.
Hunters prowl thicket,
crampin’ your every move.
Call her back in steady time;
every lost bloom learns its chime.
December 11, 2025 at 6:41 PM
Deep in your habitat’s hush, I hear it—
a low, lost melody.
Your wild heart drums in dark—
beat on beat, callin’ her to home key.
Winter unhides ghost-you,
steppin’ to a colder groove.
Hunters prowl thicket,
crampin’ your every move.
Call her back in steady time;
every lost bloom learns its chime.
a low, lost melody.
Your wild heart drums in dark—
beat on beat, callin’ her to home key.
Winter unhides ghost-you,
steppin’ to a colder groove.
Hunters prowl thicket,
crampin’ your every move.
Call her back in steady time;
every lost bloom learns its chime.
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Set your phasers to “Fabulous” .. little stronger than stun. 😎
a man with a mustache is wearing a blue jacket and a scarf and is making a funny face .
ALT: a man with a mustache is wearing a blue jacket and a scarf and is making a funny face .
media.tenor.com
December 11, 2025 at 1:48 PM
Set your phasers to “Fabulous” .. little stronger than stun. 😎
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Violance shold be the absolute laste resort, and only in defence, for humanity to advance and prevail.
December 11, 2025 at 2:35 PM
Violance shold be the absolute laste resort, and only in defence, for humanity to advance and prevail.
The Boss is always on fire.
December 11, 2025 at 6:01 PM
The Boss is always on fire.
Thanks for your input.
December 11, 2025 at 5:56 PM
Thanks for your input.
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(This comic has received several awards in France.)
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(This comic has received several awards in France.)
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December 11, 2025 at 11:26 AM
Feel free to share this comic; it's free and available in English!
(This comic has received several awards in France.)
www.calameo.com/read/0061818...
(This comic has received several awards in France.)
www.calameo.com/read/0061818...
Yeah.
Have a friend that speaks French.
I agree.
Money is a con job.
Or better yet, a pyramid scheme.
Have a friend that speaks French.
I agree.
Money is a con job.
Or better yet, a pyramid scheme.
December 11, 2025 at 11:14 AM
Yeah.
Have a friend that speaks French.
I agree.
Money is a con job.
Or better yet, a pyramid scheme.
Have a friend that speaks French.
I agree.
Money is a con job.
Or better yet, a pyramid scheme.