Wow, thanks so much for showing me this "Art". Just what I needed - to be drawn more deeply into the World of Illusion.

Disembark at Lille. You will be met on the platform by a man in a Tyrolean hunting jacket. Tell him only, "the mellow ouzel fluted in the elm," and no more. He will reply, "full thorly threpen throstills in the bankes," and conduct you to an estaminet where you are to await further instructions.

All of these articles about how much it costs to raise a child fail to factor in the difficulties of only speaking Latin at home and having no non-Latin texts around to ensure they never learn any other language.

Lol

another bit from Jünger, this bafflingly comprehensible description

Yesterday there was a single giant fly in the house. This morning he came in my room, hovered slowly over my cup of juice, and then lowered himself in

Time to sit back with a cup of water and watch the posts scroll in…

this is how Dryden opens his Essay of Dramatic Poesy. contemporary litcritters could learn a thing or two

Suggested: Why is the beast so rough? More about the beast's hour Where is the beast slouching toward?

"STEM" is insufficient for a modern economy. We need to make it "STEAM" by adding Artifice, to ensure a supply of cunningly-wrought golden birds for the Emperor, that sing by an arrangement of valves.

Everybody thinks that it's their ideology that's going to rise from the ashes when society burns, but I do think that my particular ideology (weeping bitterly among ash heaps) really does have a good chance.

Wife won't bring me an Invigorating Drop. "What does that mean", she says. "What are you talking about?"

A more true woods is reflected in the creek. I flip myself off from there

1 day off the flute. I’m fiending so bad right now

Everyone watched my 4 minute yawn

The toddler has generalised from my telling him that several things he wants to do today won't happen until Tuesday. He now comments on any unmet desire by sombrely saying "Tuesday". All earthly flaws now to be mended in the pleroma of Tuesday, the time of promise.

The root of human foolishness is our fondness for Music. We are placated from infancy with artificial opiates of the tympanum, and so never heed the rhythms of Nature.

(Billy corgan voice) the world is an uncle

I enter the time machine sheepishly, clutching a copy of Dawkins's The God Delusion; you open at random your Collected Poems of Gerard Manley Hopkins and read, 'The world is charged with the grandeur of science.'

lol

can't believe i had my dunce cap on backwards all day

Remarkable that nephew literature once existed, that works like Rameau's Nephew and Wittgenstein's Nephew celebrated being an eccentric half-forgotten appendix to some intellectual personage. All over now of course. Due to the nuclear family

At every trade school there's a compulsory course dedicated to the defilement of the domestic flora which the client has cultivated. The average roofer or builder will aim in the course of his career to behead thousands of nasturtiums, to leave no begonia unmolested

bluesky posts = bluesky tweets = bleets = bleats. that's the official terminology. "I love bleating"

And that there's yer great grandpappy Cletus. He split the river with his axe and subdued the hills so that they lay down forever bluely like sleeping foals.

pacing back and forth is like the freest hobby

My one buddy Brian actually DID ask to be born,

(dogs barking at each other at the park) me: so do you know what they're talking about? my dog: idk. they're just barking

How much death are you allowed to threaten on here?

Being interviewed for Mud & Leaf magazine

the teenage mutant ninja turtles reboot I'm watching has a much more leisurely feel. you sense that Manet, Degas, Renoir and Pissarro are up to their usual hijinx but we've long since lost any sense of them as subjects in the sprawling crowd scenes with intermingled colours

deep into military aircraft wikipedia to try to make a mediocre joke far out of my depth

You can tell the quality of a culture by how it treats its comedians. If they are afforded the slightest iota of honour or respect, that culture will perish.

I'd love to have a camel. some bactrian undulator loyally steering me over steppe or massif. gentle and affectionate but not without his moods. feel certain we'd have the respectful bond of steed and mount. I'll make do with this Suzuki Hayabusa Gen III Hyperbike however

Your application to Crustacean University has been rejected. Please reapply when that pathetic nub has developed into a real claw.

The EP is insane, man. You're producing sounds that should not be possible on an hautboy

My top 3 furnishments of the temporal world: 1. The Sun 2. The hills 3. The plains #FuckOceans

ALERT: At 12.00am tonight, all meaning will be stripped from language. The feature of communicating meaning through language has been deprecated as doing more harm than good, and will be removed from existence.

condescendingly recites immemorial brocard; smiles at gallery of angry burghers; is later killed in street at night

isn’t this the way it always goes

I lied about eating the beans that give you the feelings of the person who picked them. That was a lie and I’m sorry

Telling a tale rn. Hopefully it goes timeless

Napoleon's error was that he didn't understand the importance of France's geometry to its revolutionary spirit when rearranging Europe. A liberal world order of hexagonal republics would've endured.

I don't think we need architects. We should try to feel buildings' desires and dreams as we build them, let them guide us.

In Wong Kar-Wai's latest for the Nintendo Switch, fallen petals obscure your reminiscences of a 1960s Hong Kong rooming house. Use your imagination to clear the petals: design your elegant apartment and combine aching glances and conversations to create memories of infinite complexity in a 2D world.

yeah man she'll bounce on it. she'll bounce on it as the day is long [as my dignified tutor, Winslow, enters the study] I admire the lady's comely embonpoint and I look forward to renewing our acquaintance.