Rosewater infused dates with a touch of Portuguese olive oil and Maldon sea salt. Yeah.
Exploring insubstance.
Yes!
Gjetost! Caramelized goat cheese. It’s salty and sweet and kind of tastes like dulce de leche but fudgy. It’s absolutely delightful
All the cheeses of the world are welcome
I’ve discovered Norwegian cheese and… oh! ahhhhhh!
THE TONGUE MACHINE via Schism Neuronics
schismpress.tumblr.com/neuronics
ansgarallen.com/the-tongue-m...
find my tongue, why don’t ya
Daughter turned me onto Ahl Nana
This whole album is 🔥🔥🔥
🙏 @imaanspizfitz.bsky.social
The Dream-God (1874) - One man's account of his intense and elaborate visions while under the influence of morphine, including 500 foot lizards and conversations with Confucius and Zoroaster. Read it here: http://bit.ly/17TOGOF
#horny for the Enlightenment
As in “oh no, who now will be …”
Life is a horizontal fall.
Jean Cocteau, Opium (1930)
"He seemed to believe... that to abandon his work meant giving in to what fascism wanted for him: an existence so devoid of value + meaning that it would be indistinguishable from death. He held on to his briefcase not until it was too late but because it was too late."
Glossolalic freedom.
'The Working Woman.' (1905) Helene Schjerfbeck is one of many women artists who keep getting rediscovered over and over again. Every decade or so, a curator shines a brief spotlight on Schjerfbeck, before she slips out of sight again.
Wipe that smirk off your face, Thursday. I can see it and I don't like it... *smack*
“§ What does belonging have to do with sensory discomfort?
§ What does belonging have to do with exhaustion?
§ What does belonging have to do with time?
§ What does belonging have to do with pain?”
Listing — Sef
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But a word is a bottomless pit.
— Lyn Hejinian
Two threads of saffron under the tongue. Doctor’s orders—I’m the doctor.
These are amazing. So much talent.
“The expansion of lists into multiple dimensions. It has been suggested that a grid is a
two-dimensional list, and a pile is a three-dimensional one. We should make a list of
dimensions and their corresponding list-properties.”
Listing — Sef
Warburg-sized rabbit hole.
Bildwanderung! Pardon my excitement.
Bilderfahrzeuge. Whoa.
He wrote "...a body in the city of bodies, in concert, in the astonishing republic of things, the world of light..." and I remembered.
Dotty, dotty, dotty, …
🙄 FIB, if spelled correctly
If Wednesday had a neck, I would karate chop it.