The grass here mimics fire so that prairie fires will pass it over, large red leaves that dazzle during day and glow in wind waves at night

When you ask the gods for their role models, they will cite known, but also obscure ones.↵↵e.g. Loki is some Irish hedge god’s biggest fan.

Defense mechanism: Embed yourself so deeply in physics so that any entity attempting to simulate you will have to run a full universe.

Between the pixels lies a void. They’re doing their best to outshine it but it remains, patiently watching, hungry

In the meadow stands an ancient tree, a survivor. Climb its branches and you’ll get lost, to be found days later in a forest miles away.

the eye of the storm↵blinks↵and the stars↵blink back

While it looks immortal, this amoeba simply happens to divide along the fourth dimension, thus forming an organism spanning timelines.

Ghosts can only pass through walls that weren’t there when they died, so actually, old castles are among the most ghost-proof places.

why do we call them mushroom clouds and not fungocumulus

Below the bridge flows the street, a river of tame metal and fire, one of Phlegeton’s many tributaries

They’re parading the referee’s severed head across the field, crowd’s going wild, the cheerleaders have become an orgiastic mass of flesh

excuse me, could you tone it down with those mushroom clouds, they’re blocking my view of the eclipse

wakes up from cryosleep what year is it↵”still 2017 but we figured you might want to see the aliens before they depart again”

a pair of ice giants, we call a twice giant

legendary foes and legendary weapons are antiparticles that combine into loot and glory under great release of plot energy

as you rubbed your eyes in disbelief, you saw it through your hands and eyelids, which should probably have tipped you off

Wary of humans, the Nameless lurk behind the horizon, swim below the noise floor, evade our probing thoughts clad in fancy garbs of language

status: reading books by the light of the burning library

the once great forest is decaying, overgrown with houses that stick to the towering trees like leeches

The Internet is a ravenously curious entity which optimizes for novelty, not reasonableness↵↵But you knew and didn’t give it power, right

since that cordyceps trip, getting up isn’t becoming any easier with all these mycelium tendrils rooting you to the bed over night

the egg grows within its mother until there’s nothing left but skin and feathers stretched taut over the shell, then hatches from the bird

the sun sets, a giant ball of fire descends, eats the clouds, punches a hole into the crust that scars over with mountain ranges

we open our messages to see them from the other side, play the other’s role so well that we ourselves couldn’t tell from the logs

sext: we exchange passwords and log in as each other, wear each other’s exoselves like skins, giggle madly at our friends not noticing

the odyssey but set in the hypnopelago, dreamer trying to return to the waking state but never quite managing, angering many dream gods,

all those ideas left at the hypnopelago’s shores when one drifts off to sleep, waiting for the oneironauts to return and remember

The kingdoms inside your head send emissaries to offer fresh insights, dazzling mindgems, the cutest tulpas, all to make you think of them

occasionally, the simulators will steal a good idea from physics and port the universe to that because it runs faster that way

the work of the seventh day, He lost to a hard drive crash, so He settled for the reduced version

she paints upon the mirror and her hair becomes leaves, then flames, eyes open all over her face

Somehow we survive the nukes, take refuge in an open basement. The next morning, the world is undamaged, quizzical looks at our torn clothes

Motto: We make the doomsday clock show the time

cursed image: the rubik’s cube solves to show the same color on all sides

borgasm (n): when a hive mind figures out the fun button

“You know, they were right about the two afterlives. But I believe they got the colors wrong.”

Those who die while awake don’t enter eternal sleep but eternal wakefulness, locked into that last moment forever

“Oh and I wouldn’t trust the doors here. They never quite stay in the same place and some make these swallowing noises when people enter.”

Become Good, or Become Food↵(some cannibal sun cult’s slogan, ca 2035)

Little did the prince know that the sleeping beauty was in fact the dryad of the rose thicket and that leaving would slowly kill her

Recorded as the first germ to be transmitted through aesthetics, subsequent forms start varying the dreams they produce and are hotly traded

By a lucky coincidence, the season’s flu gives us wicked fever dreams, and only that. We spread it on purpose.↵↵lick me for a trip

“Nothing” used to come from “to nothe” but it lost the subject slot since there’s nothing that could nothe. Today we only know its gerund.

should you suspect you’re caught in a simulation, do something that nobody would simulate. and so on

should you suspect you’re caught in a story, do a genre test: something that is completely out of genre and which nobody would write

you may think this is wordplay but have you ever tried talking politics without being put in somebody’s camp

those who resolve to think only object level thoughts about stones, trees, flowing water, with politics at least two levels too meta

countersignal a meme by passing on a prime opportunity to use it while everybody is aware of that opportunity

a distinct selective advantage for memes is to break the mind’s use-mention barrier

I see the snow fall and put my candle outside. It pulls in snowflakes and they enter orbit, become tiny comets trailing steam in the dawn.