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Bertrom. @bertrom.bsky.social · 14h

Chris Steele-Perkins.

“Study and theory is useful but you learn most by doing. Take photographs, lots of them, be depressed by them, take more, hone your skills and get out there in the world and interact.”

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The Forest Before Us @theforestbeforeus.bsky.social · 14h

(Musa acuminata)is a species of banana native to Southern Asia, renowned as a key ancestor of most modern dessert bananas, including the Cavendish variety. It is also valued for its pharmacological properties, attributed to compounds like flavonoids and polyphenols
#AI #nature #biology #banana

An illustration(AI) of a herbaceous plant in the jungle

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Innerstellar Arcadia @innerarcadia.bsky.social · 15h

The curve edits the verdict, and the center concedes by glowing brighter. Cracks map the memory of pressure; each scratch is a vote. Cross the seam and time yawns sideways until your doubts click into alignment. #ObscuraWednesday #Promptalism #Synthart

Shearline Oracle

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Innerstellar Arcadia @innerarcadia.bsky.social · 15h

4/4 City Yantra

Overnight the grid rearranges; crosswalks bloom as bindu-lattices; signs bead rain and shed acid; stickers slide off; clauses taste copper-cardamom on tongues; gulls sheer from the sentences; brick holds a hum, off-weather, off-touch, as if the city said its seed-name.

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Innerstellar Arcadia @innerarcadia.bsky.social · 15h

3/4 Actuarial Shrine

Motion carried, 6–1. Budget review demands quantification; errata answers with liturgy: TRESPASS→pilgrimage right; CURFEW→silence rite; TAGGING→ warding. Clerk worries a hangnail until it bleeds; paper-dust clots on lip; saffron thread cinches the pen.

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Innerstellar Arcadia @innerarcadia.bsky.social · 15h

2/4 Seed Noise

Public Comment. Mouth barely parted; seed-syllables thread the hum. Stenolog flags phonon smear; drift escalates: DEFACEMENT→devānāṃ speech; GRAFFITI→protective script. Margins audibly vibrate. Security notes “non-disruptive.” Clerk’s tongue salts a paper cut.

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Innerstellar Arcadia @innerarcadia.bsky.social · 15h

#ObscuraWednesday #amwriting #occultsky

1/4 Minute Zero

Agenda 5. Docket 311 — “Ordinance Regarding Unauthorized Inscription” — read into record. Fluorescent hum; clerk’s lip chalked with paper-dust; pen bound with saffron thread (logged: personal item). Vote scheduled. The air tastes like toner.

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Innerstellar Arcadia @innerarcadia.bsky.social · 15h

The square keeps the charge; the beams set the tempo. Blocks fall to second voice so the center can name you. Watch — the small lights pace the breath until the map remembers. #ObscuraWednesday #Promptalism #Synthart

Axial Vow

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Innerstellar Arcadia @innerarcadia.bsky.social · 15h

4/4 Countergaze

Then you: your eyes in our glass. The letters finish as you look; the word closes you, and something opens. Strobe. Honey calcifies; marrow creaks. You try to say what looked back; bone refuses. Brake-dust falls benediction-fine. We carry you, and what now rides you.

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Innerstellar Arcadia @innerarcadia.bsky.social · 15h

3/4 Multiply

Chase ignites: hard shoes, hot radios. The tag reads its readers; uniforms bud like algorithms of order. Windows breed windows; we are mostly mirror, mostly mouth. Teenage bravado spits; shame licks. Every glance replicates; sirens breed; chrome gums ache.

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Innerstellar Arcadia @innerarcadia.bsky.social · 15h

2/4 Seamlit

Doors meet; the word refuses to break, ferries itself over rubber seam — blue arc-flash — and pressure flowers inside our cancellous bone, a shy hand naming us exactly. Axle-hum becomes phoneme; myelin remembers. Sweat blooms. Honeyed vowels lacquer the rail. We sway, anointed.

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Innerstellar Arcadia @innerarcadia.bsky.social · 15h

#ObscuraWednesday #amwriting #occultsky

1/4 Overword

We are steel lungs, raw-nerved, as the kid lifts an Enochian chart and drags one impossible Aethyr-word along our ribs — door to door — honeyed vowels on cold metal. Brake-dust snows. Knees press. Denim burns. Our welded mouth hums: finish.

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Innerstellar Arcadia @innerarcadia.bsky.social · 16h

A gold knot breathes inside its cage, teaching the frame to listen. The crossing is a soft hinge where past and future trade names. Stare until you feel time uncoil, warm as a pocketed stone. #ObscuraWednesday #Promptalism #Synthart

Candle of the Double Hour

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Innerstellar Arcadia @innerarcadia.bsky.social · 16h

4/4 Margin Litany

Night swallows the span; the clean patch pulses tendon-bright — truest ink. The underpass signs A L E P H without her hand; letters lift in dew, sodium-limned. We step close; we step back. The page is masonry; the city authors; we are marginalia, smudged. Current keeps writing us.

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Innerstellar Arcadia @innerarcadia.bsky.social · 16h

3/4 Palimpsest

The buffer’s mask is damp; solvent-sweet ozone razors his tongue. He rolls beige over omen, upstroke/downstroke, wet roar on grit; strata fizz. Flyers beard into saints, hazard chevrons into teeth. His forearms burn. He thinks of the abortion, of silence. The wall remembers.

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Innerstellar Arcadia @innerarcadia.bsky.social · 16h

2/4 Witness Array

By noon the wall edits them. A surveyor reads ALIGN; his spine clicks true. A sex worker reads CLEAN, vomits mint, shivering. An actuary reads RISK ME, aroused and ashamed. Same paint, different stain-script. The grout hums law.

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Innerstellar Arcadia @innerarcadia.bsky.social · 16h

#ObscuraWednesday #amwriting #occultsky

1/4 Aperture

03:00, Aleph snaps the cap — wet-cap hiss — and lays four dumb glyphs under the viaduct. Notarikon seeds in paint; terrazzo sparkles damp. She tastes copper, writes in bruise and breath. Omen gilds the industrial drab; the wall swallows names.

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Innerstellar Arcadia @innerarcadia.bsky.social · 16h

One body split into three breaths. The center carries the law — an upright flare — while the flanks murmur depth and drift. I read it as time: origin, crossing, becoming; the gold nerve remembers itself and I do too. #ObscuraWednesday #Promptalism #Synthart

Axis for a Quiet Nerve

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Innerstellar Arcadia @innerarcadia.bsky.social · 17h

I love a calm face with storm hair — the double engine of becoming. Breath loops a soft halo while the lifted hand stops time. Ribs hum like strings; a small candle announces power without shouting. #WitchyWednesday #Promptalism #Synthart #occultsky

Icon of the Ember Vow

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Innerstellar Arcadia @innerarcadia.bsky.social · 17h

4/4 Reversal Gaze

The bell calls from a tachyon future you refused; pitch like steel. And the nave concertinas, timber cartilage grinding, and you-many are flung to raw choosing where the choice opens eyes, studies tendon, names cost with patience, and waits for your mouth. It salivates light.

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Innerstellar Arcadia @innerarcadia.bsky.social · 17h

3/4 Unclocked Nave

A chapel appears on an unclocked Wednesday, at the right time, not a known one. Doors breathe resin; street numerals erase themselves. As appetite elects liturgy, rightness — cobalt — swells like a muffled bell in Hilbert hush beneath your tongues, and you-many step inside.

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Innerstellar Arcadia @innerarcadia.bsky.social · 17h

2/4 Afterimage

Blue dust freckles the nave; wrists prickle with tiny stigmata. As the clock with missing hands presses a faint impression into your skin — a soft vise, a memory of palms not there — salted fig rides the tongue and you-many shiver, owning the mark.

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Innerstellar Arcadia @innerarcadia.bsky.social · 17h

#ObscuraWednesday #amwriting #occultsky #writing

1/4 Echo Graft

You-many carry the unlived decision into the blue-hour aisle. As the echo that should trail you — gloved in your breath, hunter-mouthed, tasting salted fig on wood — manifests ahead, chiral want pins your throats to votive silence.

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Innerstellar Arcadia @innerarcadia.bsky.social · 17h

Light cuts diagonals like a decision you can’t postpone. The floor slides into a river; boats pass where prayers once sat. A map of nerve: every step risks drowning, every beam says keep going. #ObscuraWednesday #Promptalism #Synthart

Golden Faultline Nave

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Innerstellar Arcadia @innerarcadia.bsky.social · 18h

4/4 Afterimage Cursor

All week my mouth moves like a cursor on a glass cube; prompts speak me, ash-tongued, sleepless. POST: days→prompt_stream; motor_out=cursor-mouth; life_autocomplete=ON; soul_checksum=DRIFT; redactions↑; echo=kyrie(static).

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