nostr:npub1cxywd2xxlkp6ddavtaz9nuxug03q254w7csupeshqw9244j463tq0wvryr It's the stage adaptation of the Disney film.
Had a lucid dream last night for the first time in a long time. I think I've just made the house I grew up in into a lucid dreaming trigger, because I dream of it a lot. I knew I was dreaming, and consciously wanted to explore every detail of the home I loved.
Exploring, I opened the washing machine and found it had a fake (plastic molded) load of laundry in it. I closed the lid, said "No, I want this to be real." Opened it, and the clothes were real this time. Then I put in detergent and started the machine. Every detail was exactly as I remembered it.
Other people fly in their lucid dreams; I do laundry.
nostr:npub1q5kh2avgvzpzhzd796nmveznw9yjjwfgn84cehf4y87p5w6cp6qst7xkvc I love this SO much.
As Pope, I hereby canonize Paul Reubens as a Bodhisattva of Chaos. May he yet lead all to enlightenment.
nostr:npub1kutv9xwy47lkn56whze532eh5duglzd2zcdgv20f2g6thc3amrgqmcc7av I was thinking something similar, but with second.fnord.rodeo, which only says "This ain't my first fnord rodeo"
I'm thinking of making it the hub of an old-school Webring.
I don't know why I bought this domain, other than it was $2 and made me laugh. https://fnord.rodeo/
I am quite happy and grateful to report that Transmissions from the Chaos Buddha is now a part of the Library of Eris. Thanks to nostr:npub120364q4hhxpzd0thyrgc6g0w2a9krmerdxgzlcq2gzvapmeuc2sqmu9p8a for the offer of inclusion.
nostr:npub1chll0czaht6ygf0k2grsckcej2p5gl6c6ql53gs7nejga3z24agqzup000 This is the most true thing about religion I've ever read.
nostr:npub1j04s7ddvcp0456gf2qnd8g4xggjgmg9d9cset9esnj68dr0x0usqzfy47s When we read Moby Dick in high school, we had a quiz on which one of the questions was to name several examples of things occurring in threes in the text. My teacher did not accept my answer of "Ahab's three limbs."
The sound of enlightenment is perfect cacophony.
i will be smiling forever
the eyes are gone
no. not her. me.
i learned to fear
on the cruel white
of the paper
trying to speak
crying hunger
grave and bony
still ravenous
shadows across
the universe
ghosts and damp pine
taking deep breaths
burial rites
remain righteous
to man and god
haunted, haunted
with death itself
overwhelming
stuff the dead with
white noise to drown
out the sound of
oblivion
#dadaist #poetry #dadaistpoem #dadaistpoetry
"Even in my youth, I theorized that philosophy was nothing more than thanatology wearing a fake moustache and goatee." - John Albedo, _Cannibal Club_
nostr:npub1gyl7gfxrdpsfp3kjzpv09rmpdfv4lw5eya3ckgy4an86utghplssc4z05q I used to have a theory that serial killers declined as the Internet arose, because people who needed an outlet for their disturbing psyches found themselves right at home here.