ohhh, okay, so i was still sorta almost right. yeah.

washing and eating your body. yum.

something about washing your body? i started on modern greek a couple weeks ago

it's gross but everywhere. much like dog crap in a national park

the voiceless alveolar sibilant can blow me

a vending machine in the motel lobby sells qualia in little foil packets. you buy GOOD for $1.75, sprinkle it on ramen. GOOD stacks with ramen-pleasure as msg for consciousness

and are occasionally crashed by the Carolina Reaper (non-related)

the Grim Reaper's younger brother, the Goofy Reaper, clips your friend's soul on the backswing. he survives, but sometimes mid-laugh he'll go quiet and ask "what were we talking about?"

into the underwhirl with twirling psychopom-poms: do the Dip, the Dip, the Lethewards Slip, turning turning, down into Hellgyre

i ultimately changed it to white apples, with magenta as a secondary cycle along with yellow and cyan. that seemed more logical in terms of additive color mixing

cool. i'll order 1-octanol with my Perfumer's Apprentice order next month!

i don't believe i can do that vocally. i hope a gravelly squeak suffices

i actually don't know. could you sing one of your posts in dan mccafferty's voice as an example? thank you

would that i were cumming

like dming someone who doesn't follow you and sending an average selfie imo. but i guess it's encouraging that others think it's replying

so, the days in my new calendar, a dual solar-supermoon system, will be named after insect sex pheromones lmao. my resource is "the chemistry of pheromones and other semiochemicals" by stefan shultz. quite comprehensive

interpreting alien semaphores, xenobombykols volatilizing through an exhortatory swirl of mint-leaf wings; i'm probed by questioning antennae and hello-florets

my neon hour-flower is strobing like a discotheque, chiaro. scuro. of un-mirabiling, un-lilying, unpetaling to 2 a.m., 1 a.m., midnight

turquoise bees nest in sea-glass hives, their waterwheel wings churning brine to ambrosea. each comb cell is a tiny meniscus, each larva dreams in surface tension

@xanthoriaelegans.bsky.social hey check out these stick-lichens

The Double Pendulum Fractal YouTube video by Sam Maksimovich

i can't stop thinking about him (the lissajous-esque double pendulum multicolored vesica piscis of periodicity on the double pendulum map)

we become liliputians and wander the secret hausdorff dimensions. each floret is a canopy and each sub-floret is also a canopy. the broccoli is deeper than we are

hmm. is the child goth full-time or just on her weekends?

gonna update the spreadsheet later to indicate the long cycles as magenta apples

Some Questions A recently re-onlined consciousness catches up on 28,000 cycles of missed cosmic affairs

spec fic about electromechanical cheese queries and so forth

caught red-handed, caught magenta-handed, cornered with the Changeful Palm of Thieves, betrayed by Lite-Brite chromatophores rippling panic-panic-panic

i'll offer you proof of precomputed qualia, a thought correctly flagged as alien: life-lapsing strawberries remembering midsummer, the merosity of a dj set at 4 am

i'm doing this aloud and it's working way better than it should

the mermaid sings and the water thins into vowels, slinking off colorarills of tessitura, mmmms and oooos, swash-wah-wahs, mouillé multiphonics

each alohamoon, the canopy noctifructesces. trade winds hit the cliffs and the whole windward side juices down. moths lick luau syrups and the night-blues lick back