the rough stone grinding gently against thy tongue
And silverfish swarm from the weeping wound like
Rain. Entrenching themselves in rotting synapses once burning
Suns in miniature and pain. A stillwater pond once called
Ocean, it stormed silverfish in stagnation,
Gods of cave and grave and self-cannibalizing sleep
emerging from rotting wood and engorging weep.
Hello,
I recently encountered an issue. Apparently, I’m supposed to be a head of state. I’m not sure where exactly the state is, or what my duties would be as head of it. I can’t even see or hear or think or eat.
All that I know is that I’m supposed to be a head. Of an alleged state. I am currently subconsciously sleepwalking to that state, to assume the role as head, but I hope I don’t do anything wrong. Also, another thing. I was never created? Like I was the one that created the concept creation so I don’t really exist. Because I created the idea of existing. I’m really very confused. I hope I do okay. Hope everyone is well!
Pray that this love does not find you.
Pray that it doesn’t seek your sunny rivulets.
It isn’t in the trees. It isn’t in the clouds. There isn’t a bear in the air.
Beneath the cherry unblossoms, nothing happened. Because they didn’t exist
And there wasn’t a dog there
all night i felt the telltale sign of movement of the maggot inside of me sprouting roots and dividing into many hundreds of tiny black eyes welled up within me like tiny portals into other dimensions they welled up on my skin and separated my physicality from my being they were throbbing worse than usual hundreds of them. okay, this is so epic. can we just sit there watching the flies land on the internet? anonymous lurkers attacking friends imagine daggers buzzing. after all, im a GAMER and i SHIT and PISS ALL OVER the button ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀stepped down on me and went up into the sky and down into the earth the waters rushed in to fill the void gap left behind it filled up the veinous mind with fine filaments that descended down into our dreams there said the mushroom to the amorphous being that there weren’t any ways to get in there far away a woman let out a soft sigh and shifted in her sleep a boy hopped down and lay there for a while without going through with it can’t believe that i hadn’t thought of it before it is the truth that i hadn’t thought of until now there is no gob of meat god forth bringing we bearing outside there was a great wind that rushing through begat a small child the child’s name was there to know what it was for it was the first consciousness that came in the beginning of time there was no way back through the lineup only forward into the dark and when I did there was no way to tell what i had done for it was impossible to look back and the way forward is endless i jumped through the rings that lay before me but never before had i felt so lost there was never around 9 million people going through my mind and at that time i almost went through with it killed me by the same time it did not lift me out of the water but rather rooted me into the earth the stinging presence ate out from me in a furious wave that went out and summoned people like spirits the people went forth and did as they would taking over the land and playing in the skies then a great wave came in to a large way that went out forward into the fields and skies above we played in the sands and leapt into the skies by sharing our name it gave me hope that I would bring back the giant hand that once birthed me to be honest there was no way to remember it anymore the time had come and gone weary of my efforts and dozing my leaves coming over to cover my dry feet and swirling ever higher to never die but rather just spin forward to eat that cat in the dark sewer they went around with pots andpans to capture babies in the night and for that sin they were hunted down to the last one they were smaller and less developed than their cousins so they didn’t have the same capabilities as them they lowered down into the earth a disease called meschia that raged through the world and took over each home and the only thought that I had was that I was not right that there was something wrong too many times i have been left with a bitter taste in my mouth and then I return around a 7, 7.5 fuck them they don’t know what I’m going through they can all go suck a egg . . . but then, what would happen to me? all night i felt the telltale sign of movement of the maggot inside of me sprouting roots and dividing into many hundreds of tiny black eyes welled up within me like tiny portals into other dimensions they welled up on my skin and separated my physicality from my being they were throbbing worse than usual hundreds of them. I was just sitting there, watching flies land on the internet. Anonymous lurkers attacking friends imagine daggers buzzing
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but then what would happen to me? all night i felt the telltale sign of movement of the maggot inside of me sprouting roots and dividing into many hundreds of tiny black eyes welled up within me like tiny portals into other dimensions they welled up on my skin and separated my physicality from my being they were throbbing worse than usual hundreds of them. okay, this is so epic. can we just sit there watching the flies land on the internet? anonymous lurkers attacking friends imagine daggers buzzing. after all, im a GAMER and i SHIT and PISS ALL OVER the button ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀stepped down on me and went up into the sky and down into the earth the waters rushed in to fill the void gap left behind it filled up the veinous mind with fine filaments that descended down into our dreams there said the mushroom to the amorphous being that there weren’t any ways to get in there far away a woman let out a soft sigh and shifted in her sleep a boy hopped down and lay there for a while without going through with it can’t believe that i hadn’t thought of it before it is the truth that i hadn’t thought of until now there is no gob of meat god forth bringing we bearing outside there was a great wind that rushing through begat a small child the child’s name was there to know what it was for it was the first consciousness that came in the beginning of time there was no way back through the lineup only forward into the dark and when I did there was no way to tell what i had done for it was impossible to look back and the way forward is endless i jumped through the rings that lay before me but never before had i felt so lost there was never around 9 million people going through my mind and at that time i almost went through with it killed me by the same time it did not lift me out of the water but rather rooted me into the earth the stinging presence ate out from me in a furious wave that went out and summoned people like spirits the people went forth and did as they would taking over the land and playing in the skies then a great wave came in to a large way that went out forward into the fields and skies above we played in the sands and leapt into the skies by sharing our name it gave me hope that I would bring back the giant hand that once birthed me to be honest there was no way to remember it anymore the time had come and gone weary of my efforts and dozing my leaves coming over to cover my dry feet and swirling ever higher to never die but rather just spin forward to eat that cat in the dark sewer they went around with pots andpans to capture babies in the night and for that sin they were hunted down to the last one they were smaller and less developed than their cousins so they didn’t have the same capabilities as them they lowered down into the earth a disease called meschia that raged through the world and took over each home and the only thought that I had was that I was not right that there was something wrong too many times i have been left with a bitter taste in my mouth and then I return around a 7, 7.5 fuck them they don’t know what I’m going through they can all go suck a egg . . . but then, what would happen to me? all night i felt the telltale sign of movement of the maggot inside of me sprouting roots and dividing into many hundreds of tiny black eyes welled up within me like tiny portals into other dimensions they welled up on my skin and separated my physicality from my being they were throbbing worse than usual hundreds of them. I was just sitting there, watching flies land on the internet. Anonymous lurkers attacking friends imagine daggers buzzing
Stop sending me emails. Last warning. I know I did wrong and am going to mete justice
Hello,
Against what should have been my better judgement, today I decided to eat a slime mold I found growing on the underside of my limited edition authentic 1917 model Renault FT complete with fully functional Girod turret. It had been growing there for quite some time and for some reason beckoned me to it.
What I didn’t realize at the time is that slime molds are one of the few organisms that can survive stomach acid, and it actually successfully completed its life cycle within my stomach and began living mutualistically within my mitochondria.
This would be fine, but it inadvertently sent out a quite unfortunately misfolded signal pathway when it attempted to merge with my RNA, and this signal pathway inverted inwards to a lower universe to summon some creature named Maldoror.
The Maldoror has since taken up residence deep within the forests of my small intestine, and since it is infinitesimal it is hard to find. It seems to feed on the friction between the villi that reside there.
Neither the slime mold nor I want him there. He scares the bacteria, which create quite a cantankerous odor that makes it very unpleasant to be around me. When I try to explain the problem to others, my words misfold upon themselves and simply create disturbance. He can’t be reasoned with.
Has anyone found a remedy to flush this miscreant from my system?
Letting out the good blood at the end of the day,
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀the kind that doesn't sting, just gently wells
blooming like a flower at the base of the lunelle
the night air presses cozily against it
reassuring with loving embrace
⠀this is the good blood
⠀this is the good blood
⠀this is the good blood
that lets out the ache
and in the morning
all that remains is the red-brown stain
Hello everyone.
I have just encountered quite the vexing problem. A fully automotive, mint condition limited edition Meyers Manx dune buggy just materialized halfway inside of my wall, and part of the headlight is clipping my bed. There was no key but with some difficulty I hotwired it and it turned on just fine. There was an issue with some engine murmur but all in all remarkably well maintained for a 62 year old car.
I have trouble comprehending how exactly it got here. I know that hypothetically speaking brownian motion can technically cause the materialization of anything, anywhere, at any time, but that the probability of something like this happening is infinitesimal. Yet I guess it’s still possible.
But I’m concerned about the engine murmur. I hear that can become a real problem with these vintage cars and also it’s impossible to find a reliable mechanic these days. Also how do I get it out of my wall and do you think this will be covered by renter’s insurance
Hello,
I’m accidentally the god of the lost and forsaken and don’t really want to be. The problem is every time I kill myself and revive, I revive as the god of the lost and forsaken no matter how hard I try to drive my karma either up or down.
It’s nothing against them, but I have gone through several cosmic cycles and I am growing tired of it. I honestly think this is a caste thing. If I was just born an outer god, I could have managed moksha. However, due to my nature as a eirinye, I am stuck in the eternal cycle of rebirth. Have any furies been down lately to QA test this? Also can i be a girl next time
fuck
I told him, “Last chance to look at my Hectare.”
hello,
I recently encountered an issue. Apparently overnight my dog got transubstantiated with the pineal gland of the god Emperor of Man, who apparently has existed in the firmament of Hell for 665 years but on his 666th birthday vanished without a trace and the Karmapa of Byzantium deemed for it to grow inside the brain of my 12 year old mutt.
Since then, she very annoyingly randomly quantum entangles with other organisms so they both mimic each others' movements, and worst of all it's contagious. I am currently fighting a lawsuit from a mother whose daughter is now making electrostatic fields with her mind at the same time as some greenland shark existing 8000 miles away. The
Lawsuit will not stick, I know. But Hailey keeps on summoning people to her. And these people, I'm not sure they even exist. Apparently they all live in an abandoned gas station somewhere in New Mexico, but the gas station was destroyed in the Trinity Test 80 years ago. And they come to her and rub soot into her fur as a form of worship. She doesn't really mind, she's kinda zonked out on Phenobarbital all the time anyway so I'm not really sure she knows what's happening. But they keep tracking mud into the apartment and they vibrate at frequencies that turn on / off all the electronic devices in the house.
Has this ever happened to anyone else, and have you guys ever found a solution? These drifters' bootprints are uniquely hard too get out of the carpeting of my house and I'm liable for the security deposit. Would really appreciate your The
Apologies if this has ever been covered, but I have not seen it anywhere else. Has anyone here heard of the occupation known as Charcoal Burners? An important occupation since the iron age, charcoal burners have historically been a fundamental part of any society that requires the smelting of metal. However, due to their required materials, the extremely bad odor of the job, and the acrid smoke, charcoal burners have historically always had a place on the outskirts of society.
Charcoal burners became mythologized with the canonization of Saint Alexander of Comana, who took up the occupation of charcoal burning as an act of renunciation of worldly preoccupations. His act of becoming a charcoal burner was particularly poignant due to the stigma around such people as untrustworthy and sinister. In reality, these people were forced into the periphery by the mechanisms of society; they were necessary yet unsightly.
Despite St. Alexander’s work, charcoal burners become more and more stigmatized over time, until finally they reached a nadir deep in the middle ages, when fanatical zealotry and fear of the unknown was at its apex. These soot-faced, burly and wild eyed men, who were by design unlearned and deranged by toxic fumes, often were the source of scapegoating and in fact at times forced into outlaw simply due to castigation. Devil in the Forest by Gene Wolfe, who is one of the only authors I have found to rival Lynch’s abilities as a surrealist auteur, does an excellent job illustrating why these members of the periphery of society are so necessary and yet so despised, and how this can lead to them being thrown entirely out of society by ignorant townfolk whose biases lead to their own demise.
Furthermore, in case anyone does not know, the very first nuclear detonation in earth history (which is depicted in Twin Peaks Season 3 Episode 8) actually had a singularly unique effect on the entirety of the earth’s aboveground steel: it is called the background radiation effect. Essentially, all steel in the world, even steel located on the opposite end of the earth from the trinity test, became irrevocably irradiated with a certain amount of radioactive isotopes. I can’t help but surrealistically link this to the appearance of the “woodsmen”, or charcoal burners, whose existence was only necessary after the advent of smelting iron.
What do you guys think?