neotl
ctrlcreep.bsky.social
neotl
@ctrlcreep.bsky.social
get me out of this shape
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I have written many stories. They are inside this book, TALISNAM. Read it, and it will always be part of you!

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Talisnam: 52 Stories
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eternal september? yay! that's my favorite month :)
January 7, 2026 at 9:04 PM
A common octopus dream involves being torn into eight equal parts: and for some it is a nightmare, and for some it itches like a fantasy
January 7, 2026 at 4:31 PM
The anteater respects the ant. He thanks the anthill as he destroys it. He considers himself a temporarily embarrassed ant, trapped in his role, his cosmic guise—he hunts and eats, he digs and dreams and dies
January 7, 2026 at 2:45 PM
If we cut the predator out of you, we would be cutting out the way you play with children; the urge you have to walk at night; the holiness you sometimes glimpse upon the kitchen knife
January 7, 2026 at 2:33 PM
Living inside a giant dome shaped like your head greatly improves mental health, and nobody knows why. My theory is that it improves rapport with the gnome operating your brain
January 7, 2026 at 2:24 PM
Do whales have taste buds? Can they tell the difference between species of krill? Do the microplastics bother them? What would they think of fresh water?
January 7, 2026 at 1:53 PM
The stoneless tribes have bred triceratops-like dogs, whose massive bone crests are desired as gravestones in their amorphous country
January 7, 2026 at 1:52 PM
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new ctrlcreep book and i missed it jesus
January 7, 2026 at 1:44 PM
"How many angels can dance on the head of a pin" is a military question. It depends entirely on how much pin territory they will be able to seize from the occupant faeries
January 7, 2026 at 1:43 PM
Dolphins spend years cultivating the shamanistic ability of "full brain sleep". They have special lullabies for coaxing both hemispheres offline. Few achieve true total slumber, or harvest dreams from their unconscious dark
January 7, 2026 at 1:42 PM
Everyone knows they're dead; that the walls are permeable. You've all stuck your hands through the glass to feel the dust. Nobody speaks of it. Onward, the craft soars, from star to shining star
January 7, 2026 at 1:42 PM
On Earth, many islands are compared to sleeping giants. In space, a similar phenomenon: every third asteroid is called a fetus. Gestating titan, curled up in an invisible womb
January 7, 2026 at 1:42 PM
Halo lake has no bottom; unless it does. If you dive deep enough, through the liquid sunlight, they say you can still touch the angel's skull
January 6, 2026 at 6:04 PM
It is known that covering your skin with holy texts will conceal you from ghosts; this is because the dead's own realm is built of sacred words, and your body can be camouflaged against that gauzy, golden backdrop
January 6, 2026 at 6:04 PM
rate my bulb

[image of a blinding spherical light, fixed to a spackled ceiling in a narrow space between wood paneled walls, surrounded by refractions, prismatic disorder]
January 6, 2026 at 6:04 PM
It must be terrifying to be a jack-in-the-box. Remember, he doesn't control his own emergence. To him, the world pops inward, a noisy, many-colored beast, until he can push its churning faces out of his dark home
January 6, 2026 at 6:04 PM
The hermit jack-in-the-box grows so large that he requires a bigger shell. He then installs himself in a microwave, oven, or washing machine
January 6, 2026 at 6:03 PM
Sleeping sprawled throughout the room, we could all hear each other breathing. And when I closed my eyes to count, I thought I could hear the computer breathing, too
November 14, 2025 at 1:53 PM
A disorderly memory palace really intensifies the concept of "mess". Instead of searching for an object through a messy room, you search for a room through a messy architecture
November 14, 2025 at 1:52 PM
The newborn blinks, bright eyes colliding with bright world. He asks "why am I not a tiger anymore,"—as the nurses pull him into a striped cap, and snuff out his final memory of beastness
November 14, 2025 at 1:52 PM
yes, we have a modern oracle. it's called "access to hot showers". literally just ask the water
November 14, 2025 at 1:51 PM
The last thing the computer remembers is your voice: "Okay, I'm turning you off. We'll work more on this tomorrow. Good night." Ten years pass
November 14, 2025 at 1:51 PM
Could a worm love a burst of static? Could a knot love one facet of a jewel? Could gunpowder love the gunpowder recipe? Could a dog love pants? Matchmakers should be so much more ambitious
November 13, 2025 at 2:35 AM
I spent so long achieving the elite levels of enlightenment necessary to reincarnate as mindless sand. Then they RUINED IT by putting me in a MACHINE and making me THINK
November 13, 2025 at 2:35 AM
An empire gusts through, and knocks the stars out of the sky. Blink. I am lying under a tree, watching the last of the bright yellow leaves. The wind inhales,
November 13, 2025 at 2:35 AM