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Put me in the hivemind, punish my simplicity, reduce me to a vertex in your shape. I could build your brainstem, channel dreaming through me, I can be a number or a gate

The tips of his fingers glow in the dark, like ten twitching candles. Shining capillary red, computers track his motion, and even as he sleeps he traces symbols

Social application which lets you record who you dreamed of each night, and which notifies pairs who dreamed of each other

<3

They say that at the instant of death, a hivemind's polymer super-soul shatters, as its operating nodes are individually judged; but that in hell and heaven, they rejoin to form strange compound seraphim

The souls which comprise a hivemind bind together, but remain individual and fissile—some forming long chains, others clustering like bubbles—the study of a hive's soul-structure is known as megapneumomorphology

We must spiritually cryopreserve all souls pledged to hell, until technologies are developed to cure them of their vanities and redirect their falls

Blowing bubbles in the sunstruck yard. One, caught in a thermal, soars upwards until it barely twinkles, and passes by a circling vulture. I wonder what he thinks

Humans fail the mirror test by refusing to perceive the shimmering xenosentience of reflections, and neither communicating nor trading with those light-borne entities

Actually, vampires have reflections! However, they do not pass the mirror test, and they will freeze beside the glass to fight themselves, like grand white pigeons

As the sun rises, you can watch the stars folding up their rays, unblossoming, closing beam-petals over their faces

i sometimes wish i had greater musical ability

i'm glad! i had an attack of the rhymes

People believe the platonic apple is a single, ideal apple. Wrong. Array of every possible apple, spatially compressed, only angels can behold it and stay sane

Felines are so strongly affected by sleep deprivation that they exploit it as a gateway to psychedelia, an initiation rite, a drug to intensify the infinity of sunbeams

One star twinkles strangely—this is because it is not a star, but an urchin-like superstructure, flexing its radiant sensor-limbs as it crawls across the void

Broken objects are beautiful because they have been reduced from tools to ornaments—and an ornament is one step closer to a friend

I want to know the you from the timelines that were culled; I want to hold your wounded, evil selves. Broken, world-breaking, sleeping in unmadeness, wake them and release them like white doves

A group of minds is called a "hive". A group of brains is called a "vat". A group of souls is called a "clarintonation"

In heaven, a face is like a flame. Guttering, grows younger, infant, cellular; then flares in age and grace and power, never twice the same

Watcher, what's behind your face? A desert or a garden, or a transparent place? Angel, is your brain like wire, or more akin to lace—if you could come apart like me, what would define the space

I think that, in silhouette against the bright horizon, a herd of stegosauri must have looked like ink-black suns, arched bodies radiating shadowy plates

Bats see monsters in the light, where echolocation and vision disagree; abominations built of neural static, demons and faeries where uncertainties are stitched together

Bats say things like "it's always brightest before the dusk", "the bright noon of the soul", "you are the dark of my life"

I'll love you when you've been reduced to points in n-fold space; I'll love you when you're language and exist without a face. I'll love your brain undying, raised by math's unyielding breath—but I will miss your mass and warmth and change and fear and death

Wandering Cephalization: cognition that is anatomically centralized, but mobile—a brain that flows from limb to limb, reforming where it expects the least latency

Neuroplasticity is not enough. I require neuroliquidity, possibly neurogaseousness. Brain like a phantom, filling the problem's shape

finally.... a new book of esoteric short fiction with a title which spoonerizes a common word

A copy of @ctrlcreep's excellent book Talisnam holding down my haunted night stand

bright shape | ctrlcreep | Substack Having created light that won't drown light, we watch the city's stars arrayed below; and mirrored high above, a sea of suns, no interference, undiminished glow. Click to read bright shape, by ctrlcre...

not right now, but you can dm me for a copy. alt, quite a few of the stories are already published on ctrlcreep.substack.com