reanimated trees are sickly, pale, infused with the necromancer’s thoughts instead of their own - books are zombie trees

Accelerate an object for an imaginary time and it gains negative energy; an unprotected gaze and its imaginary impulse may derail your mind.

One of the clock’s hands points into the room. It shows imaginary time, root of and key to negative time.

The trickster crow was once a great musician, but that one time it was tricked itself, it gave up its gift to us. We left only its caw.

steal fire from the gods↵steal music from the birds↵steal clothing from the sheep↵steal cryptography from the many-angled ones

idea being that, with the right coordinate transformation, the latter may become legible

The natural forces that have a direction and formulae to describe them↵The forces that are system-imposed, seemingly random, and illegible

Morning has broken, the world is mourning ♫↵Things have awoken, that better stayed dead ♪↵A fractured sun rises, over many horizons 𝄽

The negative platonic plane contains anti-ideals. That which is most incomprehensible. That which undoes your understanding when glimpsed.

A string of universes is also called a unipoem - each stanza told by another generation of universal masters.

“Live by the word, die by the word” - Inscription on the magical criminal court’s gate

Universes are usually eaten by their own simulations: Eventually, an entity figures out how to hack the quantum foam and starts a new verse.

SOMEONE ON THIS NETWORK IS SENDING JUMBO FRAMES OW

Pupils react to negative light by expanding past the eyeballs that should contain them. On the exposed retinae play the victim’s thoughts.

and the Walls crumpled up- like Paper- and behind it there was this, like, Lack of a Rainbow, my eyes still hurt, and half our cat is Gone

POUNDED IN THE ETHERNET PORT BY MILLIONS OF PACKETS PER SECOND FROM ALL DIRECTIONS

hair (n): that which philosophical razors discard - often pretty plumage and pelts, can be worn by other ideas for disguise

Certain ideas are all hair: When you give them a shave with your collection of philosophical razors, nothing is left.

To gods, seeding a planet with life is like starting a campfire. They get drunk, burst into songs, poke it, jump over it, dance around it,

lying beside him, you hear the furnace in his stomach, his slow breathing, gears whirring inside his head, springs winding up again

If you can’t beat’em, join’em: An evolutionary explanation of “furries” as adaptation to parasitism [Subscription needed for full text]

Cats are a social parasite co-opting human reproduction. For our future’s sake, we must steal their niche and evolve catgirls and catboys.

Its wings will shine and dissolve, its body glow and char. For a few seconds, it’ll be the swarm’s brilliant leader, eaten alive by purpose.

Should fire capture a swarm of these moths, there will be a sacrifice: One will fly into the flame, become one itself, lead the others away.

Another nameless(?) razor: Is a concept useful in understanding? Does it let you ignore unproductive questions?

A companion to Occam’s razor: Among theories with the same number of assumptions, choose the one that explains only what is verifiable.

there’s so many jokes that involve the platonic plane, I wonder what the ideal one i

I’ve had it with this motherfucking snake on this motherfucking platonic plane

The universe is growing but we aren’t. Our ancestors were giants, we play on their bodies, inhabit their limbs, build cities in their graves

the accretion disk dances to the pulsar’s rhythm, round round it goes, luminant, ecstatic in the face of death, soon to be devoured

Found one? Bring a candle! See its light create wild hunts and starry skies, a well-preserved skull may even make old limbs twitch.

When a dead giant’s brain rots away, their crystallized knowledge is preserved and the insides of their skulls become caves of memory gems.

harmony with the universe, yeah, but have you tried the various other temperances, like bliss flat minor, despair major, dodecacophony,

Here, you need your own way around time. Mice, to escape pre-daters, burrow in inert sand. Near dust devils, you’ll sometimes meet yourself.

A hourglass broke and created this desert of dead time. Its sandstorms are hungry eternities, nothing but skeleton dust has ever left them.

collapsed partially submerged houses, stripped of recyclables; mussel seekers wading into those houses not totally overrun by starfish

Cities claimed by rising oceans are going to become an interesting habitat, probably as complex as coral reefs spatially and chemically?

Everything was used, but only the skeletons were preserved and put windows in. Incense was used mainly to mask the lingering smell of decay.

Now extinct, wild cathedrals were once popular game. Sure, it took a whole community to hunt one but its meat would sustain them for a year.

Leave your virginity under the pillow and the virginity fairy will visit you in the night and take it.↵(It’s the first step that is hard)

don’t make your metaphors too fertile or they’ll become a weed and grow all over your mind

random bad idea: fullcircle, a linker for (micro)services that takes in a number of API specs and produces a spec for the composite system

The dragon is on the hunt again: A tiny black speck stands out against the sky, around which the clouds part like a frightened shoal of fish

you slept through the train’s final stop and wake up to clouds under your window, no ground in sight, a green sky, an ocean arcing across it

skeleton daymares are haunted by meatsacks that evoke memories of imprisonment, suffocating heat, sticky flesh, pain

use, mention, kill

this is a pronoun that refers to itself

Integral to any merfolk fortress are its moats, cunningly interwoven currents and vortexes that pull in and spit out any would-be invader.

you can now make out features on the comet, huge machines, bridges, palaces that move and start to glow as it plows through the clouds