Lauren M. Seyler, Ph.D.

As if I needed more reasons to envy that worm

THE LITTLE WHISKERS

A school of juvenile striped eel catfish huddle closely together as protection from predators as they take turns feeding on the ocean floor.

A system built to eat people never stops eating people.

“This unbalances my humors” is about to enter my everyday parlance in a big way

I refuse to read what someone refused to write

You liberals can yell all you want, I will never vote for Gavin Rossdale

Just once in my life I’d like to find my fine art doppelgänger- like a portrait or statue or whatever that looks uncannily like me. I can’t be the only person who has ever looked like this

I have melted under your gaze Flushed with the blush of spring. Infused with the salt of your sweat, I have slipped Weighted and weightless To places the sun cannot reach me. The distance I have travelled, crushed Beneath the weight of you In darkness, past the eyeless and unseen, Lit by subterranean fire, I dare not tell. You are consumed and born Below me, and I have filled The secret crevices of your heart. And when I arise Pulled by your breath, I break The surface in a thousand droplets, I scatter Myself towards the sky, I rise At once buoyant, effervescent, I ride The wind so seemingly solid, I crash And in that static shock I fall Again, I pour Myself over everything I touch. Each path I make over you Becomes a memory. I carve canyons into your flesh With my fingertips, I flood Your mind and seep into your bones And all of you that is and was and will. You have worn me like a raiment. You have bloomed and drowned beneath me. You have held me in your most hidden places. Each time we touch we change, and the world with us.

Will this do?

Already there

you need to be feudalmaxxing. you need to win honour in single combat. you need to field a levy. you need to drink wine and scheme. you need to have a circle of very trustworthy oomfie viziers. you need to cause a succession crisis that kills millions when you die. you need to be feudalmaxxing.

This is making me want to write a whole series of earth science love poems

Oooh that sounds like a challenge!

Someone has sure already made this observation but the fact they can convert all those empty warehouses into prison camps means they could have converted them into housing, community centers, job training centers or, hell, libraries or schools all along. It’s always a matter of will not resources.

Just wanted you to know how great you are 🫶

I think a lot of people would be less miserable if they saw their lives as a creative collaboration with the universe.

"Kids, it's better to just show you. We're going to watch a movie called The Wicker Man."

They really want to destroy any and all communal spaces. People experiencing joy together is anathema to people who want you alone and sad so they can charge you to try to dopamine your way out.

I have definitely noticed

THIS COLD DARK RECTANGLE OF SAD AND GLASS IS NOT GIVING ME THE SUPPORT AND COMFORT I REQUIRE.

Oh to be a little Tardigrade walking around a microscopic volvox algae colony. 🫧🐻🧪

“I’d add you to my collection of wives in sheer nighties”

“I think of you more than I think of Larry Csonka”

A valentine for @rufflejax.bsky.social

the ocean loves you back. she just loves you back in a way that will kill you. you let her because you weren't taught anything else

Light rail transit?

Please enjoy our research paper on how Bluesky is the preferred home of academics of all stripes, including professors of rare moths. (Yes, we actually have lots of entomologists here).

academic.oup.com/icb/article-... 🧪

Someone told me lately "Bluesky is just like Twitter." I argued that was untrue on the basis that last time I had a Twitter account most times I got a new follower their bio said "single & looking for fun" & here when I get a new follower it tends to say something like "professor of rare moths".

He’s forgetful!