astro zithers

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we must create a swemark and a denden to complete the paradigm

i'm looking for something good to repost- preferably a large frog, or a vibrantly dappled butterfly. please let me know if you see one

if he flaps and gyres his emerald wings and inflates his chryosprase throat pouch to impress you, semaphoring like an ancient pharos, that's a green flag

i never figured out how to make the time machine work, but occasionally the box would emit archaic photon granules, lazily drifting sunset hues, or wet ultraviolet light

studies show that the prime numbers are disintegrating, every year there are fewer and fewer, like the mathematico-physical framework of the universe is developing dementia

you don't need to like my posts. just whisper "good post" into your screen. i'll feel your approval through the astral plane and say "thanks, you too" into mine

people occasionally become self-theophanies or a hivemind of angels and sublime up to heaven in a paroxysm of grace

i know this is a long-shot, but does anyone know how to obtain an immortality-conferring plant found at the bottom of the sea and possibly guarded by snakes?

lady of the lake, vixen of the void, damsel of the dark matter, puella of the plasma: the universe teems with strange women extending swords

there's not a lot of grass here, just the dog park, the astroturf, and the hills of the extinct volcano

i knew him by his salty beard and oozy locks, by the patulous velellas plastered to his nose, and his fleur-de-flotsam crown: the wrecked and mildewed king

the Great Peacock ate halahala and became even more beautiful, all sun-colors in moon-colors, patterned by chevrons, rosettes, crescents, mandalas

outside, stars quiver, lightning hums, green lumens tumble in under-the-breath xylophone cascades. "who's murmuring phosphorescently?" i scream out my bedroom window

i don't always heed the sea's demands, but I did walk to the nightly shore in an organza mantilla and fluorescent lipstick to supplicate primordial ooze

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tiny frogs are also amazing, as are: frothy lichens, big ol' mushrooms, sharp-eyed fish, weird-looking grass, gnarly treebark, a cat, anything squiggly

vices:
1) i am skittish and strange, prone to melancholy and secrecy
2) i want to know everyone's secrets

they call me Astro zithers cause my zithers never dither, they're relativistic, blueshifted and mystic, i deliver every quiver of the string before you hear it, in your reference frame i'm finished but my frequencies persist

(astonished silence)

when i melt my ovals, the primeval egg form effluviates out of them; it is thus that i hatch the World-Chicken, blacker than a crow and brighter than a peacock

melting the ovals into ovaltine and dunking a 7-colored torus. the drink goes aposematic-bright, warning of ovaldose. it anagrams as: n o t . a l i v e

if you were a type of elephant, you would be my elephantasy. i'd take you to the bogs and give you 400 million lbs of hay

his final words: "bring me luminescent annelids, for the soil has been lying to us". my nights are mud, but his worm-chalice never fills. i think the soil is lying to us

eating toothpaste is a sublime experience, like putting your whole mouth on a stained-glass window depicting god's creation of spearmint

we're going tesseract, i say, entering the supermarket. hot tesseract buns, hypercube cumbers, tesse rack o lamb, glomegrown tomatoes. for the food pentachoron

real orbs come from the javanese orb-tree, are blessed by vermilion wizards wearing wafflecone hats, and turbocharged with monsoon mojo