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Category Archives: The Brain… It Bleeds!

Parched

The grey bubble of a mind in slow decay shiny slick with rainbow patterns but doomed convexing them into looming geometries no one has a nose that big, nor eyebrows! Quick: apply the sushi flavored band-aid Once full of words that brimmed out dictionary + scissors + rage = tatters matchless before the timesweeping tide [...]

What if machine consciousness already existed?

Suppose the internet had achieved a kind of sentience… …how would you know that the email you just received was from an actual human being? …how would you know that the weblog you were reading was written by an actual human being? …how would you know that the last wiki edit wasn’t some artificial construct? [...]

Loki’s imprisonment

You can hear Max in the background of this one. Sarah said it was “one of your more disturbing ones”. I’m inclined to agree. I think I wrote this one when I was reading a lot of Norse mythology. Loki kills Baldr–a guy everyone likes–so he gets hunted down and imprisoned with his son’s entrails. [...]

 
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Revisiting past things…

It’s funny to me: revisiting these old things really dredges up the memories. I can’t remember why, but I had a vivid memory of lying in bed while my right foot’s big toe’s toenail throbbed beneath the bedclothes. Was it raining? I don’t recall, but I do remember it being cold and the weight of [...]

 
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A project of sorts

So, I’ve had this idea for a while. An idea and a problem. I have all of this old writing that looms as something like a millstone around my neck. It’s a stumbling block. I want to put it to some purpose. I thought revisiting some of my old writing would be… interesting. And, in [...]

 
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oooooom

grrrrr. these natterwaulers sit on the stoop and gnaw their cronechy bones. good with peanut butter, that marrow is. open your eyes–you’ve got at

unlike that afterall

you seee said the spasming face it’s all there, wrapped in fish or dancing some paper jig flavors like stars twice upon a time, that’s a truer thing hirsute… heh. sometimes words just bubble up from where? halcyon brains of yore. leaning towards filching some drugged on berries eating fifty ones watching that sugar halo [...]

grammaton ultra herypashia

houndago conflates several moofudashas while conspiring to eat the contactival/contracutical basis of several troubadours mouncing limemelon in the higher lunarial suckerpunchas elsewhiles, since-making key blathers just mackledoo the heepdoraller. keepyteen mine ersterworsceters, there’s gold in them thar nattypoos. jilted fingaroo gries feeply: yes! noah titles in the sun, cracknjackered the filping scaratoads.