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qualiaflow
@qualiaflow.bsky.social
hedonium alchemist. extremely fond of the double pendulum map
my other account: lightningcolors.bsky.social
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toynbee-style tiles saying "nirvana shockwave vacuum phase transition, 500 million days of heaven every year. tile the universe with qualia icecream sundaes"
talk to me sometime, not in vulgar phonemes, but through code pigeons and warm digital rains, in vaporous ascii plumes or holobeacon glow
November 25, 2025 at 1:52 AM
the space between words seethes with gibberish-froth and neologism-spawn, amoebic phonemes and proto-morphemes coalescing like plankton blooms
November 25, 2025 at 1:52 AM
my favorite exoplanets are the one with the "humming" moons, the one where it snows dark matter particles, the one that's just a chthonic circle pendulating in the void, the one that's dead
November 23, 2025 at 5:10 AM
bring back the satya yuga, bring back the quetzalcoatl catbus, bring back the primordial tequila w/ the quark-gluon lemon
November 23, 2025 at 2:49 AM
a hedonist's club where we smell different perfumes, get a medwah and smoke dokha, sample nootropics, explore the sensuality of rotating tesseracts
November 23, 2025 at 12:34 AM
beautiful surreal language poetry, full of crystalline bon mots and eyeball kicks hooking at one's mind
November 21, 2025 at 4:33 AM
open a bottle of saudade. green neverblossoms float up and evaporate, whiffs of pretemporal leaves spill out, lingergroves flow in long trails of absence-sillage
November 21, 2025 at 2:52 AM
hypersaudade, the feeling of missing a breeze that turned southeast, longing for memorized cloud formations, imagining time's end, already homesick for time
November 21, 2025 at 2:24 AM
holding up a sign that says "i'm being friendly right now" instead of making eye contact and smiling
November 20, 2025 at 6:38 AM
may all beings hallucinate fatou components while saffron kulfi melts on their tongues, on a beach with 24 levels of sunset, especially those living in hell
November 20, 2025 at 2:18 AM
the atolls are thick with angel sightings: angels full of green stars, luminoangels slopping seaward at low tide, emerald-headed angels treading the predawn verge
November 20, 2025 at 2:18 AM
the moon wants you to breathe warmly across its terminator line, murmur mantras into its craters, and trace its maria with your fingertips
November 20, 2025 at 2:17 AM
a ghost is not a dead thing. a ghost is a negentropic flower, a smoke plume re-gathering, signal emerging suddenly from staticky void
November 18, 2025 at 2:56 AM
i miss the Rift. it was beautiful to become static and gibberish at reality's edge, to watch the qubits disintegrate around us, like butterfly swarms
November 18, 2025 at 1:56 AM
erotica about wandering a banana grove, inhaling windblown banana vocs: grassy hexanal, verdant trans-2-hexenal, honeyed isoamyl acetate, tropical-jam butanoic esters
November 18, 2025 at 12:07 AM
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This is actually a really good example because I had to rewrite it like 3 times before I was happy with the spellings
November 17, 2025 at 5:21 PM
the date was going fine until we stumbled into a moonlit field of feral musk hogs, smelling of rancid earth and regret. we ran with them anyway. their hooves were gentle on the wetlands
November 17, 2025 at 3:52 AM
being "creative" is fun even if we occasionally conjure up exotic scaly, luminescent, fasciated lifeforms
November 17, 2025 at 12:23 AM
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what if we kissed in the formless jhanas, a translucid empty space with no colors, our faces overflowing with void, like void kissing void
September 4, 2025 at 8:58 PM
pain motivates me to treat others more kindly, because it makes our lives seem fragile and small, and our myriad petty cruelties look like the childish mistakes of neophyte souls
November 15, 2025 at 7:28 AM
i'm workshopping buddhist benedictions again
November 15, 2025 at 5:02 AM
may you rupture through 1000 stages of enlightenment in a delirium of peanut-sauce epiphanies and lime-leaf koans, dissolving into a coconut-glazed satori
November 15, 2025 at 5:01 AM
joel salinas is a polysynesthete who reported a synesthetic red-green: it looked like visual quicksand and void, simultaneously colorful and colorless, red and green and neither
November 15, 2025 at 12:10 AM
would you perhaps like to run away to bahia together? my portuguese is rusty, but i do speak fluent llama: hmmrrk. it means 'the moonlight is butter' in llama
November 14, 2025 at 5:11 AM
what would you stock in a scent-library? chunks of aged ambergris, unopened guerlain jicky, green papaya milk, night-blooming cereus, bee bread, blue honeys?
November 14, 2025 at 1:07 AM