I don't mind going through the meat-grinder because the meat I produce is colorful, soft, and shining.

I view color temperature and brightness manipulation with great suspicion. Technology denies me the breathtaking sweep of the stars—and it would likewise dim my handheld sun. Put me to dreamless sleep with its unvivid warmth.

RT @AnimateZed: Automating my machine's frequency shifts to overclock neutral activity. Installing chromatic counterforms to meat processes….

Do not patronize to me with "night shift". You think my sleepiness is so paltry it will be stifled by vibrancy? You seek to desaturate my dreams? Meddle not, Computer, in that which is sacred.

Hydras invert typical defensive patterns; instead of the old protecting the young, new heads will encircle and shield the old—the keepers of memory.

Instead of taking thirty 10 minute showers every month, you should take one 5 hour long shower. In addition to saving time on prep and aftercare, you'll access multiple severely disturbing shamanistic water-trance states.

A fantasy I'm into right now is wedging a futon and some blankets between the two rows of back plates on a giant stegasaurus. Sleeping in armored comfort as it trudges through the ferns.

Baking every dish from the Redwall Cookbook. Day 1: Hare's Haversack Crumble. Basically a berry crumble. Advice: double the topping WITHOUT doubling the salt, sprinkle with almonds, serve with milk instead of icecream. Impeccable. Apparently these were military rations??

you'd be amazed how effective these extradimensional shrimp massages are.

When my fingers ache, I imagine a soft shrimp angel-creature cracking them and tugging them in directions imperceptible to humans.

Given their projected lifespans, all angels created at the beginning of the universe are teenagers, and will be for another few billion years.

Clipping an angel's wings stimulates the growth of a new pair; in this way, they are like hydra, and their wheels of wings are evidence of oppression.

Dreamt I was using a computer where you could stack all your windows like blocks, in towers which were subject to gravity. The windows were usually square, but sometimes shaped like stars or arches.

I should be able to press a button and see my thousands of tabs displayed in windows shaped like Escher bird tessellations

Shepard rainsound, whereby the storm seems to perpetually grow in intensity.

The god of dusk is pictured with a vape, exhaling clouds above the setting sun, veiling the land in starry dimness.

In dampness the fog jellyfish emerge from dormancy, into the air. Like stinging, crumpled gems, they cluster at face height—the children wander safely, gaze at the sky through their translucencies.

The doom in doomscrolling is doom as in fate, terminus, convergence; the feed is like bones or the flight of birds. You can read the future in it.

Vultures used to spawn in advance of famine, but once humans developed long-range projectiles, they would hunt the vultures, preempt the famine, and destabilize causality.

RT @hormeze: @ctrlcreep ive heard angels fall for false messiahs more than even humans. they start ecstatic singing at the drop of a hat, o….