Around here, minds form thoughts. in the Platonic plane, thoughts form minds and there is talk of an Actual plane where minds are real

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Wait isn’t that what culture is?↵(☰) .oO(it’s worse than we thought) That’s exactly the wrong answer. Get out

That one memory you haven’t thought of in months - they’re huddled around it, taking in its warmth

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looking into her eyes, you wonder where your thoughts went↵↵around her pupils, brilliant accretion disks have formed

true loneliness is achieved when even your own thoughts excuse themselves and walk off into the night, leaving only empty space and scraps

Ever looked at a map and thought about how many million deaths drew some of those lines↵The Necronomicon is child’s play compared to this

Brain-computer interfaces able to play back thoughts can consequently cancel others, providing the basis for the Mental Noise Canceller

For 18 years, I thought she was stealing my identity. Until I found her | US news | The Guardian ⌘ https://www.theguardian.com/us-news/2017/apr/03/identity-theft-racial-justice

in fact, the powerful are trying to discourage critical thought by pretending that conspiracy theories exist, nobody actually believes in th

@dave@davebucklin.com, @kas@enotty.dk I thought about propsing “There is no maximum length of a message. Clients should show at least 140 characters of a tweet after collapsing the mentions.” Or something like that.

@freemor@freemor.homelinux.net I think we 100% on the same page about self hosting. I thought the article was more about stopping to cooperate with the corporate web. We need to develop standards with our own priorities forefront.

@freemor@freemor.homelinux.net I’ve thought you lived in Brazil, but right, Canada has also regions with -04:00 …

Signs of a mind being digested by the web: It turns outwards, advertises its presence, presents itself in palatable, bite-sized thoughts

Turned to their sides, like gates, they’re transparent and her mind is in full view. Thoughts flit around like fish, peer at you curiously

Does anybody has a good idea where to do some promotion for twtxt? A subreddit or online community i haven’t thought about?

@kas@enotty.dk The path starts with /Hund. Collapsing mentions is harder than i thought. #txtnish does now lowercase the hostname to handle 0x1A4.1337.cx vs 0x1a4.1337.cx in mentions.

@durcheinandr@durcheinandr.de, @freemor@freemor.homelinux.net Okay, following one self seems not so obvious as i thought. With commit 4b9b067 #txtnish displays the local twtfile.

Uh, I thought the vegan bacon thing was about synthetic meat. But it’s a recpie for bacon made from rice paper and marinade. Bookmarked!

perceptions are intrusive thoughts about physical reality

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

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

thoughts burrow through the brain like sparkling maggots, eat through ideas, then pupate or fly away as sentences to mate and reproduce

You run into the monthly simulation limit and suddenly the world becomes low poly, sounds tinny, and the same twelve thoughts play in a loop

Where humans amuse themselves with wordplay, demiurges rejoice in worldplay, create universes in a thought because their laws combine neatly

insect: lives in this reality↵exsect: thrives in the void↵intersect: burrows in reality’s skin, sucks its blood, gnaws on your thoughts

What do you mean you can’t morph your bodies at will, and where are the tentacles on this thing, I thought that was a really neat feature!

Your branch sways slowly over a river of ink. From it drinks the tree. On the leaves, you see tree thoughts writing down themselves.

Chime triggers move triggers chime, an autocatalytic dance through which run alien melodious thoughts, free from the shackles of language.

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

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

now we add some acid and wait for the time crystals to precipitate ~ see light and thoughts be captured and make them ring with resonance

the light of truth illuminates only ruins, once proud ontologies now picked clean, bone cathedrals haunted by thoughts bereft of purpose

The street sign says “End of the self”. How cute,↵↵sense turns to sand↵the direction, gone↵feral thoughts tear into what’s left like maggots

Ours is somewhere’s platonic plane. Further down, each of our snowflakes is sire to a whole genus and every thought a school of philosophy.

ground down to sand, it is nearly as yielding as the fluid, but if you dip your head in it, sharp edges will rend your thought like shrapnel

we work in the slaughterhouse, butcher ideas, process their flesh, wear the scent of corruption and decay↵one whiff scrambles your thoughts

apart from these advantages for their communication, are legible concepts (often narratives) maybe also better tools for thought?

translated: moon-stink-and-flies. freed-thoughts-in-the-night. prospector-tooth.

Your mind has guests. No parasites, no, but satellites that run epicycles around your thoughts. Subtle, weird, emergent epipsyches.

Under the right conditions, your skull bud will burst open and unfurl a delicate brainflower, thoughts playing over it in shimmering hues

thoughts never end, they’re only lost↵your every thought becomes a universe, inhabitants wondering why God left them↵don’t have thoughts

@freemor@freemor.homelinux.net Interesting post about sharing. What’re thoughts about closed sharing community where you have to contribute to get something?

He catalogues his thoughts and a periodic system emerges. It is of great help hunting down undiscovered ideas, but he dreads its completion.

“You’re looking for life in space, but doing it wrong! You should be looking for signs of death, not life!” We thought his claims wild.

run two instances, let one watch and project its relief of not being the victim into the other’s thoughts

instrument a mind with debugging hooks to catch all “at least they didn’t come up with […]” thoughts

[Pulsar: I did WHAT? I was beaming my most private thoughts into the void all along? And the void fucking peeped?]