McRaeWrites
@mcraewrites.bsky.social
Adults Only Please. All 18+.
"Baba (Old Lady) McRae."
Grandma To All. Polymath-Neurodivergent-AF, Demi-Ace Spec, Agender, Humanist, Anarchist, Secular Old Mountain Witch.
McRaeWrites.com as ever.
Most Prolific Poet; Living, & Ever. Or Something.
"Baba (Old Lady) McRae."
Grandma To All. Polymath-Neurodivergent-AF, Demi-Ace Spec, Agender, Humanist, Anarchist, Secular Old Mountain Witch.
McRaeWrites.com as ever.
Most Prolific Poet; Living, & Ever. Or Something.
Every time I see IGN or Kotaku post about businesses or stock market shit or economics, I immediately know it's a paid oligarch hit piece on something or someone. Zero credibility left, eh?
January 20, 2026 at 9:22 PM
Every time I see IGN or Kotaku post about businesses or stock market shit or economics, I immediately know it's a paid oligarch hit piece on something or someone. Zero credibility left, eh?
Again, fuck Amanda Palmer, for enabling the predator Neil Gaiman.
January 20, 2026 at 6:24 PM
Again, fuck Amanda Palmer, for enabling the predator Neil Gaiman.
Goodnight, Void.
I Am Alone.
As Always.
Nobody Can;
Or Will,
Save Me.
I Need Help.
But It Isn't Coming.
I Am Alone.
As Always.
Nobody Can;
Or Will,
Save Me.
I Need Help.
But It Isn't Coming.
January 20, 2026 at 10:42 AM
Goodnight, Void.
I Am Alone.
As Always.
Nobody Can;
Or Will,
Save Me.
I Need Help.
But It Isn't Coming.
I Am Alone.
As Always.
Nobody Can;
Or Will,
Save Me.
I Need Help.
But It Isn't Coming.
Primal Anxiety.
No Outs.
Drowning Deeper.
Deeper.
Deeper.
Sunk.
Can't Sleep.
Thinking About Money.
Can't Even Get An Interview.
Running Out Of Time.
Time.
Time.
Out.
No Outs.
Can't Sleep.
Thinking About Money.
At Wit's End.
End.
End.
Ending.
Primal Anxiety.
No Outs.
No Outs.
No Outs.
No Outs.
No Ou-
No Outs.
Drowning Deeper.
Deeper.
Deeper.
Sunk.
Can't Sleep.
Thinking About Money.
Can't Even Get An Interview.
Running Out Of Time.
Time.
Time.
Out.
No Outs.
Can't Sleep.
Thinking About Money.
At Wit's End.
End.
End.
Ending.
Primal Anxiety.
No Outs.
No Outs.
No Outs.
No Outs.
No Ou-
January 20, 2026 at 10:41 AM
Primal Anxiety.
No Outs.
Drowning Deeper.
Deeper.
Deeper.
Sunk.
Can't Sleep.
Thinking About Money.
Can't Even Get An Interview.
Running Out Of Time.
Time.
Time.
Out.
No Outs.
Can't Sleep.
Thinking About Money.
At Wit's End.
End.
End.
Ending.
Primal Anxiety.
No Outs.
No Outs.
No Outs.
No Outs.
No Ou-
No Outs.
Drowning Deeper.
Deeper.
Deeper.
Sunk.
Can't Sleep.
Thinking About Money.
Can't Even Get An Interview.
Running Out Of Time.
Time.
Time.
Out.
No Outs.
Can't Sleep.
Thinking About Money.
At Wit's End.
End.
End.
Ending.
Primal Anxiety.
No Outs.
No Outs.
No Outs.
No Outs.
No Ou-
Whoops fucked up the preview image of the truck, let me try that shit again before I pin it.
January 19, 2026 at 10:51 PM
Whoops fucked up the preview image of the truck, let me try that shit again before I pin it.
The Pickup Truck Diaries: I; The Most Prolific Poet, In All Of Human History.
The Pickup Truck Diaries: I; The Most Prolific Poet, In All Of Human History.
The Pickup Truck Diaries: I; The Most Prolific Poet, In All Of Human History.
The Pickup Truck Diaries: I; The Most Prolific Poet, In All Of Human History.
The Pickup Truck Diaries: I; The Most Prolific Poet, In All Of Human History.
mcraewrites.com
January 19, 2026 at 10:49 PM
The Pickup Truck Diaries: I; The Most Prolific Poet, In All Of Human History.
The Pickup Truck Diaries: I; The Most Prolific Poet, In All Of Human History.
The Pickup Truck Diaries: I; The Most Prolific Poet, In All Of Human History.
Trump is threatening WW3 to try & distract from Pam Bondi & The DOJ breaking congressionally passed laws re: Epstein Files.
At some point we have to acknowledge America is a rogue banana republic with a huge military that needs to be balkanized ASAP due to no rule of law.
At some point we have to acknowledge America is a rogue banana republic with a huge military that needs to be balkanized ASAP due to no rule of law.
January 19, 2026 at 6:53 PM
Trump is threatening WW3 to try & distract from Pam Bondi & The DOJ breaking congressionally passed laws re: Epstein Files.
At some point we have to acknowledge America is a rogue banana republic with a huge military that needs to be balkanized ASAP due to no rule of law.
At some point we have to acknowledge America is a rogue banana republic with a huge military that needs to be balkanized ASAP due to no rule of law.
If I Die Tonight?
Good.
No Truck Payments Bouncing.
Or They Will,
I'll Just Be Dead.
Not Around Physically Much To Care.
Haunting Whichever Hosts & Objects,
Was Able To Pour Soul Into.
Some Wannabe Phylacteries?
Ideas.
Concepts.
Philosophies.
Curses.
Let Me Die.
I'm Tired Of This Barest Survival.
Good.
No Truck Payments Bouncing.
Or They Will,
I'll Just Be Dead.
Not Around Physically Much To Care.
Haunting Whichever Hosts & Objects,
Was Able To Pour Soul Into.
Some Wannabe Phylacteries?
Ideas.
Concepts.
Philosophies.
Curses.
Let Me Die.
I'm Tired Of This Barest Survival.
January 19, 2026 at 8:19 AM
If I Die Tonight?
Good.
No Truck Payments Bouncing.
Or They Will,
I'll Just Be Dead.
Not Around Physically Much To Care.
Haunting Whichever Hosts & Objects,
Was Able To Pour Soul Into.
Some Wannabe Phylacteries?
Ideas.
Concepts.
Philosophies.
Curses.
Let Me Die.
I'm Tired Of This Barest Survival.
Good.
No Truck Payments Bouncing.
Or They Will,
I'll Just Be Dead.
Not Around Physically Much To Care.
Haunting Whichever Hosts & Objects,
Was Able To Pour Soul Into.
Some Wannabe Phylacteries?
Ideas.
Concepts.
Philosophies.
Curses.
Let Me Die.
I'm Tired Of This Barest Survival.
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this is what it has come to for Mexican restaurants in the Twin Cities
January 19, 2026 at 2:12 AM
this is what it has come to for Mexican restaurants in the Twin Cities
Maybe When I'm Dead They'll Just Continue.
Slurring & Slandering Me.
Perhaps Become The Most Reviled Writer,
Ever!
As Surely As One,
Most Prolific.
"Crazy. Eccentric."
"Bitched, Moaned, Constant."
Can Hear My Many Enemies To Outlive Me,
Shrieking In Crow-Murder Chorus.
Me?
All Grins.
Infamous!
Me!
Slurring & Slandering Me.
Perhaps Become The Most Reviled Writer,
Ever!
As Surely As One,
Most Prolific.
"Crazy. Eccentric."
"Bitched, Moaned, Constant."
Can Hear My Many Enemies To Outlive Me,
Shrieking In Crow-Murder Chorus.
Me?
All Grins.
Infamous!
Me!
January 19, 2026 at 8:14 AM
Maybe When I'm Dead They'll Just Continue.
Slurring & Slandering Me.
Perhaps Become The Most Reviled Writer,
Ever!
As Surely As One,
Most Prolific.
"Crazy. Eccentric."
"Bitched, Moaned, Constant."
Can Hear My Many Enemies To Outlive Me,
Shrieking In Crow-Murder Chorus.
Me?
All Grins.
Infamous!
Me!
Slurring & Slandering Me.
Perhaps Become The Most Reviled Writer,
Ever!
As Surely As One,
Most Prolific.
"Crazy. Eccentric."
"Bitched, Moaned, Constant."
Can Hear My Many Enemies To Outlive Me,
Shrieking In Crow-Murder Chorus.
Me?
All Grins.
Infamous!
Me!
Fatigue.
Catches Up.
Settling In Flesh.
Sagging Sluggishness In My Meat.
Please, Fate?
Defied Ye Best I Could.
My Whole Life.
Was Supposed To Die;
Disposable Labour.
Make Others Rich Inside Broken Systems.
But Looks Like I'll Die Broke,
& Homeless,
Anyways.
So Much For Fighting -
For What's Right.
Catches Up.
Settling In Flesh.
Sagging Sluggishness In My Meat.
Please, Fate?
Defied Ye Best I Could.
My Whole Life.
Was Supposed To Die;
Disposable Labour.
Make Others Rich Inside Broken Systems.
But Looks Like I'll Die Broke,
& Homeless,
Anyways.
So Much For Fighting -
For What's Right.
January 19, 2026 at 8:07 AM
Fatigue.
Catches Up.
Settling In Flesh.
Sagging Sluggishness In My Meat.
Please, Fate?
Defied Ye Best I Could.
My Whole Life.
Was Supposed To Die;
Disposable Labour.
Make Others Rich Inside Broken Systems.
But Looks Like I'll Die Broke,
& Homeless,
Anyways.
So Much For Fighting -
For What's Right.
Catches Up.
Settling In Flesh.
Sagging Sluggishness In My Meat.
Please, Fate?
Defied Ye Best I Could.
My Whole Life.
Was Supposed To Die;
Disposable Labour.
Make Others Rich Inside Broken Systems.
But Looks Like I'll Die Broke,
& Homeless,
Anyways.
So Much For Fighting -
For What's Right.
"Save Me.
"Please!"
Silence,
Inner Child.
Long Dead!
Just Dust & Echoes.
Long Since Claimed By Speed Of Darkness.
Universal Expansion.
Dead Selves We Slaughtered Ourselves -
Decades Ago.
To Become Strong.
Stronger Than Anything & Anyone,
In Our Will & Way.
No Help Ever Comes.
Save The Breaths.
Achi-
"Please!"
Silence,
Inner Child.
Long Dead!
Just Dust & Echoes.
Long Since Claimed By Speed Of Darkness.
Universal Expansion.
Dead Selves We Slaughtered Ourselves -
Decades Ago.
To Become Strong.
Stronger Than Anything & Anyone,
In Our Will & Way.
No Help Ever Comes.
Save The Breaths.
Achi-
January 18, 2026 at 11:30 AM
"Save Me.
"Please!"
Silence,
Inner Child.
Long Dead!
Just Dust & Echoes.
Long Since Claimed By Speed Of Darkness.
Universal Expansion.
Dead Selves We Slaughtered Ourselves -
Decades Ago.
To Become Strong.
Stronger Than Anything & Anyone,
In Our Will & Way.
No Help Ever Comes.
Save The Breaths.
Achi-
"Please!"
Silence,
Inner Child.
Long Dead!
Just Dust & Echoes.
Long Since Claimed By Speed Of Darkness.
Universal Expansion.
Dead Selves We Slaughtered Ourselves -
Decades Ago.
To Become Strong.
Stronger Than Anything & Anyone,
In Our Will & Way.
No Help Ever Comes.
Save The Breaths.
Achi-
Told You - Long Time Ago.
Then Endlessly On Repeat -
In Infinite Fractal Echo,
Ever Since.
I'm Oblivion.
Annihilation Itself -
Distilled Into Hybrid Mutant.
Born Deformed As Apex Predator.
Extra Flesh & Cartilage.
Eternal Rot Festering -
In Boiling Curs-ed Blood.
I Played At Fake Warlord; For Years.
Then Endlessly On Repeat -
In Infinite Fractal Echo,
Ever Since.
I'm Oblivion.
Annihilation Itself -
Distilled Into Hybrid Mutant.
Born Deformed As Apex Predator.
Extra Flesh & Cartilage.
Eternal Rot Festering -
In Boiling Curs-ed Blood.
I Played At Fake Warlord; For Years.
January 18, 2026 at 11:23 AM
Told You - Long Time Ago.
Then Endlessly On Repeat -
In Infinite Fractal Echo,
Ever Since.
I'm Oblivion.
Annihilation Itself -
Distilled Into Hybrid Mutant.
Born Deformed As Apex Predator.
Extra Flesh & Cartilage.
Eternal Rot Festering -
In Boiling Curs-ed Blood.
I Played At Fake Warlord; For Years.
Then Endlessly On Repeat -
In Infinite Fractal Echo,
Ever Since.
I'm Oblivion.
Annihilation Itself -
Distilled Into Hybrid Mutant.
Born Deformed As Apex Predator.
Extra Flesh & Cartilage.
Eternal Rot Festering -
In Boiling Curs-ed Blood.
I Played At Fake Warlord; For Years.
Fascism Must Die.
Even If Their Precious Wretched Capitalism,
Must Die With The Fascists To Get There!
Oligarchs.
Their Mindless Idiot Death Cult Supporters.
Right Wing Brain Rot On Full Parade.
Religion Dying In Death Spiral.
Nobody Wants Anything To Do -
With Fairytale Death Cults.
Fuck Off.
Even If Their Precious Wretched Capitalism,
Must Die With The Fascists To Get There!
Oligarchs.
Their Mindless Idiot Death Cult Supporters.
Right Wing Brain Rot On Full Parade.
Religion Dying In Death Spiral.
Nobody Wants Anything To Do -
With Fairytale Death Cults.
Fuck Off.
January 18, 2026 at 11:15 AM
Fascism Must Die.
Even If Their Precious Wretched Capitalism,
Must Die With The Fascists To Get There!
Oligarchs.
Their Mindless Idiot Death Cult Supporters.
Right Wing Brain Rot On Full Parade.
Religion Dying In Death Spiral.
Nobody Wants Anything To Do -
With Fairytale Death Cults.
Fuck Off.
Even If Their Precious Wretched Capitalism,
Must Die With The Fascists To Get There!
Oligarchs.
Their Mindless Idiot Death Cult Supporters.
Right Wing Brain Rot On Full Parade.
Religion Dying In Death Spiral.
Nobody Wants Anything To Do -
With Fairytale Death Cults.
Fuck Off.
Pretend I Matter.
So Unused To It,
Assume Most Kindnesses're Manipulation.
Abuser Texting They're Going To Randomly Show Up At Your House.
No Matter How Many Capital Letters.
How Many Screamed Hoarse Words.
"No Means No."
"Leave Me Alone."
They Always Want.
Their Feelings.
Not Mine.
I Never Matter.
So Unused To It,
Assume Most Kindnesses're Manipulation.
Abuser Texting They're Going To Randomly Show Up At Your House.
No Matter How Many Capital Letters.
How Many Screamed Hoarse Words.
"No Means No."
"Leave Me Alone."
They Always Want.
Their Feelings.
Not Mine.
I Never Matter.
January 18, 2026 at 11:10 AM
Pretend I Matter.
So Unused To It,
Assume Most Kindnesses're Manipulation.
Abuser Texting They're Going To Randomly Show Up At Your House.
No Matter How Many Capital Letters.
How Many Screamed Hoarse Words.
"No Means No."
"Leave Me Alone."
They Always Want.
Their Feelings.
Not Mine.
I Never Matter.
So Unused To It,
Assume Most Kindnesses're Manipulation.
Abuser Texting They're Going To Randomly Show Up At Your House.
No Matter How Many Capital Letters.
How Many Screamed Hoarse Words.
"No Means No."
"Leave Me Alone."
They Always Want.
Their Feelings.
Not Mine.
I Never Matter.
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"Jackoff YouTuber with a big following has something fucked up about them revealed to the public."
Me: Oh, so fork found in kitchen, got it.
Me: Oh, so fork found in kitchen, got it.
January 18, 2026 at 12:54 AM
"Jackoff YouTuber with a big following has something fucked up about them revealed to the public."
Me: Oh, so fork found in kitchen, got it.
Me: Oh, so fork found in kitchen, got it.
Can Barely Chunk Out?
A Damn Pickup Truck Diary.
Overwrought!
Damn Fool Old Lady.
Few Even Read Your Words -
In This Lifetime.
Each Sliver & Splinter Of Soul.
Steel Shrapnel & Black Iron Sand.
Job Hunt More Hours.
Write More Words.
Go.
Faster. Faster.
Do. Die.
Real This Time.
Again.
Save Yourself.
A Damn Pickup Truck Diary.
Overwrought!
Damn Fool Old Lady.
Few Even Read Your Words -
In This Lifetime.
Each Sliver & Splinter Of Soul.
Steel Shrapnel & Black Iron Sand.
Job Hunt More Hours.
Write More Words.
Go.
Faster. Faster.
Do. Die.
Real This Time.
Again.
Save Yourself.
January 18, 2026 at 11:04 AM
Can Barely Chunk Out?
A Damn Pickup Truck Diary.
Overwrought!
Damn Fool Old Lady.
Few Even Read Your Words -
In This Lifetime.
Each Sliver & Splinter Of Soul.
Steel Shrapnel & Black Iron Sand.
Job Hunt More Hours.
Write More Words.
Go.
Faster. Faster.
Do. Die.
Real This Time.
Again.
Save Yourself.
A Damn Pickup Truck Diary.
Overwrought!
Damn Fool Old Lady.
Few Even Read Your Words -
In This Lifetime.
Each Sliver & Splinter Of Soul.
Steel Shrapnel & Black Iron Sand.
Job Hunt More Hours.
Write More Words.
Go.
Faster. Faster.
Do. Die.
Real This Time.
Again.
Save Yourself.
As a Canuck: Kevin O'Leary should be in prison for Sedition for going to Mar A Lago & trying to sell out our country to the Yanks, btw. The fact that the Canadian government is ignoring his open Sedition against Canada as a fascist Trump-Supporter is pretty telling & damning. Fuck Carney.
January 17, 2026 at 11:06 PM
As a Canuck: Kevin O'Leary should be in prison for Sedition for going to Mar A Lago & trying to sell out our country to the Yanks, btw. The fact that the Canadian government is ignoring his open Sedition against Canada as a fascist Trump-Supporter is pretty telling & damning. Fuck Carney.
'Like A Prayer To The Void.
Hallowed Entropy."
Guess I haven't changed much, have I?
Hallowed Entropy."
Guess I haven't changed much, have I?
January 17, 2026 at 8:29 PM
'Like A Prayer To The Void.
Hallowed Entropy."
Guess I haven't changed much, have I?
Hallowed Entropy."
Guess I haven't changed much, have I?
Shoutout to New Jersey. The folks reading my website work this past week from Bergen are hopefully learning lots of new words & improving their literacy whilst churning up free dopamine for themselves!
January 17, 2026 at 8:23 PM
Shoutout to New Jersey. The folks reading my website work this past week from Bergen are hopefully learning lots of new words & improving their literacy whilst churning up free dopamine for themselves!
Help?
Please?
-Don't.
That Ain't How Life Works.
If I Ask For Help?
Sumin' Else Goes Wrong.
Things Get Even Worse.
In My Miserable Lived Experience?
Things Don't Get Better.
Asking For Help?
Only Invites Fate -
To Try & Fuck You Over Even Harder.
Just Shut The Fuck Up.
Keep Going.
No Help's Comin'.
Please?
-Don't.
That Ain't How Life Works.
If I Ask For Help?
Sumin' Else Goes Wrong.
Things Get Even Worse.
In My Miserable Lived Experience?
Things Don't Get Better.
Asking For Help?
Only Invites Fate -
To Try & Fuck You Over Even Harder.
Just Shut The Fuck Up.
Keep Going.
No Help's Comin'.
January 17, 2026 at 11:12 AM
Help?
Please?
-Don't.
That Ain't How Life Works.
If I Ask For Help?
Sumin' Else Goes Wrong.
Things Get Even Worse.
In My Miserable Lived Experience?
Things Don't Get Better.
Asking For Help?
Only Invites Fate -
To Try & Fuck You Over Even Harder.
Just Shut The Fuck Up.
Keep Going.
No Help's Comin'.
Please?
-Don't.
That Ain't How Life Works.
If I Ask For Help?
Sumin' Else Goes Wrong.
Things Get Even Worse.
In My Miserable Lived Experience?
Things Don't Get Better.
Asking For Help?
Only Invites Fate -
To Try & Fuck You Over Even Harder.
Just Shut The Fuck Up.
Keep Going.
No Help's Comin'.
Void, Goodnight, Void, Goodnight, Voi-
Sudden Change In Normal:
Sounds Of Waves.
Instead Of Rain; Thunder, Rivers.
My Life Is Crashing.
Burning.
Hit My Goal,
In Just 5 Years.
When I Estimated 12.
How Could I Have Known Bankruptcy,
Insolvency,
Would Follow Immediately After?
Like True Monkey's Paw?
Sudden Change In Normal:
Sounds Of Waves.
Instead Of Rain; Thunder, Rivers.
My Life Is Crashing.
Burning.
Hit My Goal,
In Just 5 Years.
When I Estimated 12.
How Could I Have Known Bankruptcy,
Insolvency,
Would Follow Immediately After?
Like True Monkey's Paw?
January 17, 2026 at 11:04 AM
Void, Goodnight, Void, Goodnight, Voi-
Sudden Change In Normal:
Sounds Of Waves.
Instead Of Rain; Thunder, Rivers.
My Life Is Crashing.
Burning.
Hit My Goal,
In Just 5 Years.
When I Estimated 12.
How Could I Have Known Bankruptcy,
Insolvency,
Would Follow Immediately After?
Like True Monkey's Paw?
Sudden Change In Normal:
Sounds Of Waves.
Instead Of Rain; Thunder, Rivers.
My Life Is Crashing.
Burning.
Hit My Goal,
In Just 5 Years.
When I Estimated 12.
How Could I Have Known Bankruptcy,
Insolvency,
Would Follow Immediately After?
Like True Monkey's Paw?
Lots of Billy Talent in this new modern era of Fascism.
January 16, 2026 at 11:54 PM
Lots of Billy Talent in this new modern era of Fascism.