Your smug eyes find lies In the cracks of my facade One close, whispered word Seeks home in this joyful sheath Your knife-grin kindles my flames Fierce giggles, elated tears Each pour forth in ancient swarms My butterfly eruption Reveals coy mischief Keen blade across my bowstrings Play until I fall

Yard sale slam poetry, hell yeah

Tomorrow's green: Subsumed by verdant flora, moss and lichen colonizes ever further, distorting the border between sacred vessel and honored guest. A living shroud to crown the form and slowly transform its essence into a renewed visage befittting the throne.

I have repaired the worm. I have repaired the worm in the kintsugi style. There is gold between its dismantled selves—gold flesh, as soft as the moist soil-sprites. It lives again, and it is whole

This is, of course, the source of the parental reply, 'And so we must clean it again, lest the dust learn to speak with your tongue." Much wisdom is held in superstitions; it has been well recorded that changelings often have close ties to cluttered homes, though no original has hence been found.

Additionally, though commonly known, whispering to fan exhaust encouraging statements such as 'You're doing great with those spreadsheets' or 'I believe in your rendering capabilities' have been known to unfreeze hangs and increase framerates up to 30%. Sometimes the RAM is lonely and needs a boost.

"All I can offer you," I say, leaning forward with my gentle claws cupping your face & my silken words unfurling in your ear,"Is a fiction. I offer you my most loving caress, the deepest truths I know, and the truest poetry sung from the reeds of my bones. I will never know you, even at our closest.

We walk through the foliage; dense brush and thick canopy. Ever deeper we roam, where each moment is ruled by the leaf-mottled gloam. Hand-carved stone, cold to the touch, with a living skin of vines. Cool, moist air, unkissed by the sun for centuries and steeped in the chill patience of the earth.

Rise of The Machines

Visit from a friendo today! He was very polite and made sure his antenna was very clean making his way across my book He was also very impatient, however, and it was all I could do to get a motion blurred photo of him instead of a shot of his handsome face while he reared up and waved his feelers.

accidentally ordered tokusatsu instead of tonkatsu at this restaurant and now this guy won't stop doing stunts. The waiter can't even take him back because whenever he tries the guy strikes a pose and a bunch of explosions go off behind him

I made a gimme cat for my WOL in tomodachi life...

I think this is one of the best designed little thangs ever

I'd really enjoy finding more moments to take the time to incant passages aloud, both my own words and those of others. Words hold a meaning and an intent imbued by parents of both craft and tongue, and they deserve the chance to crackle just once through the air, a thunderclap of connection.

At times like these, I spread my paws wide and sink them into the deep, lush plush of the world around me. I fall backwards into it, expecting and allowing the bouyant softness to catch and carry me, and I hug it and nuzzle into it with endless, wordless delight in the crisp, calm nocturnal air.

Come to the big plushie show tomorrow!!! Bring your buds.

It's funny, isn't it, how long and long after it initially occurred, the same spot still crackles with the initial event. Ripples sent forward in time lapping over your shores again and again, each with a new taste born of everything that has since passed. Our flavors never fade, only mature to wine

I withdraw my fangs from the dark rose bloom embellishing your neck, my breath steam-warm on the electric-ice prickle that lingers, buzzing through your veins and over your form. Giggles hitch in your throat, in combat with the overwhelmed sobs. Teeth resheathed in a delighted grin "That good, huh?"

Ghosts are a funny concept; a spooky story to tell in the dark and a comforting tale to reassure us that our loved ones still exist. Which is funny, because we know ghosts are all around us. They compose us, make up our food, and the world itself. Nothing is not a ghost. Everything is with us always

At times like these, I spread my paws wide and sink them into the deep, lush plush of the world around me. I fall backwards into it, expecting and allowing the bouyant softness to catch and carry me, and I hug it and nuzzle into it with endless, wordless delight in the crisp, calm nocturnal air.

Jeff Vandermeer is like if H.P. Lovecraft wrote about ecological shifts, bureaucratic politics, psychology, and nondualism instead of scientific hubris, colors, music, and minorities.

think i just got the perfect Dwarf Fortress notification.

Fierce gust stirs the leaves Life swaying in the current Vast ocean of air

Been working on my flexibility finally,& it feels nice being right on the edge of my splits now :9 It's good now that that side stretch doesn't feel awful! Also delighted that it has been really helping heal an old injury in my knee! I'm trying to coax them into strength & structure in any posture~

Black wings spiral high Shade, summer's fleeting relief Cast in birdshadow

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I finally got around to Annihilation by Jeff Vandermeer and I can't help but grin with what the novel is describing. It's a frame annihilation, a dissolution of identity and a recognition of the primacy of process. A border is arbitrary. It's the universe; everything is the border as it relates.

One is a dragon-shaped space in a world of dragons, constantly fleeing from dragons, fighting dragons, seeking dragons, absorbing dragons until one sees they too are a dragon among dragons within dragons

Change is inevitable. You can fight it, ignore it, move with it, guide it, but it always happens. You too change, and the decisions you make will be the best ones you can for the situation you're in, guided by the ideas you've digested.

The best part of the scientific method is negation. To fail is a beautiful thing, and because so many of the conditions that underpin our short existence must remain stable for our failures to continue, it almost seems like we've found a truth.

This is the most detailed 3D rendering of a eukaryotic cell to date, obtained using X-ray, nuclear magnetic resonance (NMR), and cryo-electron microscopy datasets. 🔬🧪

On the way to your terminus, you pass through the heavens of all other creatures. Mosquitos' realm, where all surfaces are swamp and skin; the otters' long river, where the rocks and water play; the nursery-vessel of the virus; the bat's unending dusk

The dawn's grin splinters the horizon with a golden radiance, immediately balancing the lingering chill of the night with a basking warmth that begins to soak into my scales. My own smile matches as I inhale the crisp morning cold, fresh cut pine, and the lingering nutty scent of fresh coffee. 早安！

Absence plays a fleeting lifetime weaving songs within the snare; There is beauty within mending, in this time we choose to share.

When your computer beeps unexpectedly, be sure to give it a little kiss on the monitor, or pet the flanks of its case. An unusual beep is a classic sign of silicon-based distress, and prolonged existence without reassurance can easily lead to null point errors & mutation. If they're sad, you're sad.

Water is amazing. Called forth to serve from the depths, it comes into your life when you need it most. At one's beckoning, it flows to the side to perform tasks, to be devoured, to share a portion of existence. Our shapes are now more water than not. What more could one expect from one's familiar.

This petrichor breeze Dancing white petals call forth Vernal snow in bloom

She crowed, "Change the world!" And the soft world kept changing Its flux undisturbed By rash haste to leave her mark But her note joined a chorus

Oakmoss-scented heat The dawn's crescent smile beckons Solar reflection Night fades; quiet, reflective And the sun always rises

"Hey, what's your Facebook?" She gave a quizzical smile. "Oh... I've never had a Facebook. Haven't you heard the old tales? 'Take nothing, eat nothing. Do not touch it; it will bite your fingers. Never speak your true name, for such things hold power. Their gifts twist serpentine in your hands.'"

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Some leaves rake back. Is it really worth the risk?

ILLEGAL, BUT NOT FORBIDDEN: The Vizier. If the vizier is adjacent to its king, flip a coin. On heads, remove the Vizier from the board, damage it beyond recognizability, and dispose of it in a suitably ignominious manner.

Something in the woods loves you. The thought bubbles up like frantic springwater in your mind as you examine your latest gift. Bones bleached white like fresh fallen snow lay carefully arranged on the forest-facing threshold of your home like an altar, nestled between scarlet honeysuckle flowers.

She didn't deserve this. She wasn't a narc! She didn't even have a camera! Not like those heartless Ring doorbells.

After the ache in me brushes lips with the ache in you, we leave these truths spoken to drift in a world of ghosts.Our shades float ever onward in the hopes of resonating again, the vital songs animating us erupting into vibrant color upon finding kinship pulsing through a soul, a community, a dream

last night i dreamt i was in love with a giant rainbow worm. i miss them #myart #art #worm #furryart #weirdfur