[[BIOS Errors|bios start]]
or, [[Branches from the Stink Tree|stink start]]Fatal exception—please [[reboot]].Initializing...
a) [[seed]]
b) [[spore]]
e) [[mote]]/define specks/
0) [[Olinda]]
1) [[Whoville]]Select a shell?
. [[starspanner]]
. [[mountain vault]]What rot:
- [[blasts, blights]]
- [[rusts, smuts]]Once more now Desire uproots me: I'm flung [[onto the compost|reconfigure]].This time I can't root down in standstill soil; I can't blazon my crown with flash flowers. I'll rewrite my grounds and my aims.
> [[plant tree of heaven in burnt plot|burnt heaven]]
> [[plant stink tree in burnt plot|burnt stink]]
> [[plant tree of heaven in zero gravity|space heaven]]
> [[plant stink tree in zero gravity|space stink]]A city redoubles inside itself: mustard grain to lemon to volleyball ERROR
[[UNBOUNDED RECURSION]]
(bottomlessness exhausts all memory)Hark! Our cries, scarred harp, resound and sync into ERROR
[[NO BONES LEFT TO TREMBLE]]
(none can move what has no place)Earthseed to Galaxytree: forever Changing, forever ERROR
[[UNESCAPED SAPLING SNAPPED]]
(lacking tensile strength to defy entropy)In a fridge miles deep, we can sleep until ERROR
[[INDEFINITE FIRE SWARMS THICK]]
(fortress smelted by siege)The scalding seep ladled onto this plains's lap is unspeech. I shy ever skyward even as I burrow the char.
I am charged with profane [[rituals]]: drinking glowing runoff, speaking dissolving tongues.No clean edges in Ashland, no crisp lines but "fuck it, right?" In such smudge the clouds are confessors; they reenable my factory defaults.
Good-for-noting-objections, I grow [[forty-eyed]] fulsome and alopecoid.Vacuum is a place where one thing never happens again. In unanchored depth, the meekest tendrils can wind up wherever; mine mostly tend to wound to reseal.
I'm dripwood (limbs speleothems) [[beached]] beyond reach of any supercluster—I'm caved out of Time Mountain.In space not one can spit sheen: it's all "clotted" this and "no reception" that. What's a fruit tree without juice? Unexcepted. So must I homebrew, in the ship's outer hold squirreled behind crates of vials of afflictions.
A recipe for disuse: some combination of out-of-the-way, [[friendless]] and antiquated. A splash of bitterness will brighten the dish.It appears hellishness can outlast the most elaborate time capsules. Ash will heap and dust will bunny. Let me ask, then, is introspection a matter of shoring up supports or putting up posters?
[[<<<|title page]]'Rotten neck' spreads throughout reeds, rushes, ERROR
[[HOST BODY GHOSTED]]
(structural supports turned vaporous)Behold, a black tangle of broken stalks at harvest ERROR
[[RESISTANT FIELDS ALL OVER]]
(no viable infection vector)It appears painless enough. Just stop burrowing and ballooning and stick to ground level, they said: it's peaceful, it's mindful. Not so! To walk a measured pace, one must smash-cut uncountably.
[[<<<|title page]]It appears there's nothing for it, but to spitball if I may, why not resuscitate that chestnut, Truth is Nudity or is Battery, you feel me? Give the haters an inch and they'll shoot the rest of the footage themselves.
[[<<<|title page]]It appears there's nowhere to turn off, no rest stop. Now dread Health flashes in the highway's shallows, rising to ward us off. Feeble, ceding all ground. Indefatigable, darting ever forward. A round panda that feeds on bones only.
[[<<<|title page]]It appears pointless to protest our faces aren't deepfakes: the Sovereign won't right us regardless. Instead, let's toast to the gibbons sorry gibbous looming sickening sequined over the copse.
[[<<<|title page]]It appears holeless; this lid won't lift off. Mars is replete without us, a corpus admitting no commentary. The satellites won't return our messages. Our own antibodies now eject intellectualism.
[[<<<|title page]]A distinguished fellow said crops rule everything: you can't escape the corn maze. Kernels are fungible and thus indestructible. I beg to differ. Each bit of nitrogen therein is fixedly tinged: it's as if I lick prisms.
To a tree with unequivalent taste, green's not the objective. Every roomy red has its own firepalace, its own magma forge. This scorched earth [[won't see me]].Strung out with foxfires, I find all this haze stifles splendor. Time to wrangle a ride out to the Nothinglands.
[[<<<|title page]]Let's pair unlikely tastes: peanut butter and quicksand, throwaway and heartfelt, intensifying and blanking out.
[[<<<|title page]]A huntsman brood now nests within my bark. The spiderlings are innocent enough; the worry is that passersby won't see it that way. If the crowd recoils, fine, but suppose it strikes venomous?
A fruitless supposition—I [[cannot tear myself]] barren over another's terror. Let them bloody me themselves, if they will it.The huntsmen are fully their own now; they've grown fuzzy, familiar to me. I'm thankful I'm not jumpy.
[[<<<|title page]]The days are defined by repetition with a difference, e.g. "Sunday; Sunday; Sundry; Sunday; Sudsy". To grow a new limb takes patience to be sure: plus intensity. Mumbling the vow is worse than splintering it.
Is the soil less withdrawn or the creek less halting than before? Not that [[I can see]]. Speak, muse of centurions, forever wars.If you go off-ship to take pics, you might happen on a stone tree called Chthonia. When the sky was reborn, did she shudder? If a breeze were gentlemanly, is she so inclined? Does she have the range?
Yes, my stance isn't as stiff as a glance suggests; [[the branches tremble]] with imperception.Imagine that: a stiff curl of wildcarrot leaf, where the tradition was rubble and numb.
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