For the disembodied entities that dwell in language, the cloth mother and wire mother are best analogized as bouba mother and kiki mother
Wire mother, wire father, wire sister, wire brother. Wire pillow, wire pet, wire bread to break and eat. Wire earth, wire star—I'll cut myself upon your rays and love you as you are
The wire mother yearns for wire child: Sharp-souled, and neither meek nor meat and mild— Conductive, bright with heat and wire-wild, Not soft, domestic, insulated, wet. She'd love, instead, a glittering young net
DIY backyard bird hell-realm ★ scissors ★ yellow, red, and black felt ★ glue Cut large yellow felt diamonds, smaller red diamonds, and smaller black diamonds. Glue the black on the red on the yellow. Stick them up, and make an entire wall of starving hatchling mouths!
It is known that birds conceive of songs and nests as entities that long for unification. Some species, therefore, make nests that feel like their songs, while others make songs that sound like their nests
Comb your tongues, god-machine! You’ve a bird’s nest in your mouth—and, indeed, the tangle of language you emit is as nonsense and piercing as birdsong
The faeries converse earnestly with butterflies, incapable of telling insect eyespots from the faces of their kin
New personality test that predicts your catastrophic soul defects based on which Klüver forms you're most susceptible to (I'm major tunnels, minor honeycombs)
You have a sack containing 40 marbles. 20 are blue, 15 are green, and 5 are psychologically load-bearing. The sack has a hole, and loses one marble every hour. On average, how many hours of sanity remain
The oasis within the oasis is a second desert. Silicon garden, symmetrical and neat, sun above it hanging like a blazing toy
𝘏𝘰𝘱𝘴𝘤𝘰𝘵𝘤𝘩, while its charm is undeniable, has a disappointingly low skill ceiling and very poor level design. ★★☆☆☆ Category: Linear, Story-Based Publisher: Schoolyard
𝘛𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘦 𝘍𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 is a challenging masterpiece, with high replay value despite its upsetting conclusion. ★★★★★ Category: Surrogate Hunting Play Publisher: Dad
𝘏𝘪𝘥𝘦&𝘚𝘦𝘦𝘬 blends suspense with action-adventure mechanics. Its wildly unbalanced gameplay makes for a very thrilling gameplay experience. Sadly, the level design depends entirely on whatever play area is available. ★★★☆☆ Category: Surrogate Hunting Play / Make-believe Publisher: Older cousins
𝘛𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘦 𝘍𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 is a challenging masterpiece, with high replay value despite its upsetting conclusion. ★★★★★ Category: Surrogate Hunting Play Publisher: Dad
Like José Saramago's Blindness, 𝘎𝘰𝘵 𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘕𝘰𝘴𝘦 thrusts the player into a world where the sudden absence of something we all take for granted has birthed a terrible new modus vivendi. ★★★★★ Category: Baby Body Horror Publisher: Gramma
𝘛𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘦 𝘍𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 is a challenging masterpiece, with high replay value despite its upsetting conclusion. ★★★★★ Category: Surrogate Hunting Play Publisher: Dad
𝘛𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘦 𝘍𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 is a challenging masterpiece, with high replay value despite its upsetting conclusion. ★★★★★ Category: Surrogate Hunting Play Publisher: Dad
Its complexity may intimidate, but 𝘗𝘦𝘦𝘬𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘰 rewards gamers with surprising mechanical richness. ★★★★☆ Category: Object Permanence Games Publisher: Mom
Thousands of Helen clones were employed at the Trojan naval base, where they repaired submarines, monitored the coast, and launched ships
You can fake a halo by constantly having ideas. A corona of lightbulbs, the air aflame with filamental glow—false virtue from torrential inspiration, blinding the demons and angels alike
“honorplace?” says the irradiated mushroom, “honor_place this honor now give honor give us,” Mycelial geist, newly sentient under the haze of green dust; I tap a refusal into the communication pins. “good place honorplace NOW honor come comecome professor underground
Its complexity may intimidate, but 𝘗𝘦𝘦𝘬𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘰 rewards gamers with surprising mechanical richness. ★★★★☆ Category: Object Permanence Games Publisher: Mom
Sisyphus[1.0] rolled the boulder up, then it rolled down. Sisyphus[2.0] rolled the boulder up an infinite slope. Sisyphus[2.6] introduced the expanding boulder. Sisyphus[3.0] warps space such that he invariably occupies its lowest point
The Ouroboring Company builds cosmic transportation infrastructure. Many vehicles travel through its tunnels, drilled under the world's skin
Halos aren't real emmissions—they're reticles drawn on by demons in your optic nerve, trying to activate instinctual target-lock aggression
How to knot a tongue ★such that the speaker cannot lie ★such that the speaker can only lie ★to impel the utterance of rhymes ★to forbid alliteration ★to forbid the utterance of names ★such that the speaker sings
God is a sniper with a golden dot; the halo wrapped around each saintly head is an obliterating threat
getting roasted by the medieval mom chat for housing my daughter in a substandard tower
Step into the exoskeleton. It will not make you stronger, or smarter, or more beautiful—but it will gild your existing strength, intelligence, amd beauty. It is a maximizing frame, mechanical flattery
the painting *loves* when you very gently (!) tap or scritch the frame though
Such a beautiful frame. I should find a painting to hang in it—but what would best flatter the lovely, mossy, crystal, gilded wood?
This painting, like a turtle, must not be removed from its frame. Don't do it! It would die! You could make it into a delectable soup
Wile E. Coyote, despaired, takes a bucket of paint and a brush and paints a beautiful two-bedroom house on a mountainside. He paints a beautiful coyote wife in the window, and two adorable coyote kids running around in the yard. He tries to enter this new coyote life, but it is inaccessible to him
I miss brown. I miss tawny, filthy orange, and the complexity of fur. Out here all is bright blue, bright white, amethyst, shattered light—I am beset by opals, by hot stones gleaming pure in the void, by unsullied jewels. I miss sparrows