green qualia

touching grass isn't enough. i need to fall through an under-meadow where all mowed lawns go and find grass kissing itself in a mirror, but only on the blades

please pick me up from the mandala. i'm the blue in the northeast quadrant, i think, although the kalachakra hovers in a sky of the same blue. scoop me out in the widest bowl you have

i have something important to say

quaternion flowers revolve in laminar taffy-pulls: one rotation flips their petals, tucking the nectar inside. the 4d moths lap once and find negative sugar, loop again and drink

when i dip the 7-colored torus into brown ovaltine, it grows a second handle to realize K₈. the 8th region fills with the hue violenta (letter isomorph of ovaltine)

we paint the dharmakāya purple for victory, ornament it with jewels grown in the brains of deluded gods, fasten a chedi like a festival hat. the purple, jewels, and chedi slide off

introduced a dmt elf to alcohol, now it's muddling mojitos inside a klein bottle. the lime exits the glass, re-enters its own peel, and returns left-handed, tasting of pine

on july nights you crack a cube soda, cream soda piped from a tesseract. it's july there too, in a direction you can't point to. "damn hot out," you mutter, meaning all 8 julys

well an evil monk trapped me in his sand mandala again. now there are 12 of me, typing counterclockwise, our fingers leaking gulal onto the keys

[unavailable]

divine spectralists dose children with color-blockers before puberty, training the cortex to reject magenta, purple, pink. hues without wavelengths are beyond Godlicht

you were grafted as a child. now, each june, koosh blooms bristle from your wrists like pink sawtooth thistle. the neighborhood children squeeze your latex branches, waiting for the /koosh/

your japanese puzzle box armadillo forgets his unlocking combination as he ages. he stays balled often now, neck bowed, clawing at the wrong carapace notch

psychodillo the menger sponge armadillo startles, jumps and deletes another middle third, volvates at the apex, and lands as a cantor dust of armadillicules

there are weaire-phelan cells in my fruity pebbles foam, the hyperarchitecture of the flintstones. i can see fred's house, grape dodecahedra packed against lime tetrakaidecahedra, mortared in pure color

we partied in our cosmic egg, sipping stolen yolk and playing 7 minutes in the air cell, until someone dared us to hatch. we tumbled out, learning the first word for sky

truncation candies: jawbreaker platonic solids that truncate through the archimedean sequence as you lick them. the last flavor is always sphere

a young grove orgasms in 17 colors across its distributed ꙮ-spot. pilgrims come each flowering season to count: this canopy gives 9, and the 9th, lavender, takes until morning

Reply to @lightningcolors.bsky.social

oooh ovaltine comes from ovomaltine, egg malt. another childhood fact while i'm here: the e in chuck e cheese stands for Entertainment, and the mouse is canonically an orphan

the bliss-tester rejects bliss below 19/10. it could yield sunmouth and still fail. a proper Sun Being yawns molten peonies and unfolds into a plasma yantra mid-laugh

Reply to @qualiaflow.bsky.social

changed the wording slightly from yesterday. you don't need to like it again 🟢

Reply to @qualiaflow.bsky.social

apparently he never knew his own birthday, so he developed a fixation on children's birthdays. that's more or less his official backstory

Reply

yes, to a cat, each room represents a cycle of samsara. when a cat wanders from room to room, it's trying to attain moksha

Reply

maybe, although it suggests a mapping rather than an object. but why did i say violenta instead of "ovinteal"