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stardustinmotion.bsky.social
murmured halftruth cloak
pulled close. unreality
slow as molasses
December 24, 2025 at 6:41 PM
eljackinton.bsky.social
We lost a lot of real ones this year, but none more real than the master of unreality himself, David Lynch. Rest in peace king.
Black and white artwork of David Lynch. The text says "May everyone be happy, may everyone be free of disease, may auspiciousness be everywhere. May suffering belong to no one. Peace. This is David Lynch. All Rights Reserved."
December 24, 2025 at 3:42 PM
cosmichope.bsky.social
Here the Zen teacher Thich Nhat Hanh reflects on our condition of contemporary rootlessnes. It reminds me at least of the strange unreality of much of what we call "politics". We attend to numbers & quantity, the future, not the present, & forget about deep abiding human needs like care & belonging.
Helping Hungry Ghosts | Teaching by Thich Nhat Hanh
YouTube video by Plum Village App
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December 24, 2025 at 8:51 AM
izzyfatcat.bsky.social
But like you get what I mean right? The one person still decorating for christmas had to be the guy who uses the unreality machine. Hes not depressed because he literally doesnt know whats real anymore.
December 24, 2025 at 3:55 AM
theotherspeakman.bsky.social
Parallel development. Doesn't have to be a Jesus Who.

Christmas is just their word for a gathering during the darkest month of the year.

Before you object, they are canonically all living on a snowflake. So factor the unreality of that magic into it.
December 24, 2025 at 2:15 AM
editorialboard.bsky.social
Here @dennycarter.bsky.social echoes what everyone knows is true but none of the rich Dem donors want to hear it.
There has to be a flood of pro-democracy messaging in the media and that can’t happen without billions being invested in a massive network of outlets that can effectively push back on the right’s unreality.
December 23, 2025 at 10:38 PM
arres.bsky.social
ɪ ʙʀᴇᴀᴋ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴀ ᴘʀᴏᴘʜᴇᴛɪᴄ ᴜɴʀᴇᴀʟɪᴛʏ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇᴅɢᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴏʀɪᴢᴏɴ . ᴛʜᴇɴ, ᴀ ᴄᴀᴄᴏᴘʜᴏɴʏ ᴏꜰ ʙɪʀᴅs ᴍᴀɢɴᴇᴛɪᴢɪɴɢ ᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴋʜᴀɴᴢɪʀs ꜰᴏʀ ᴍᴀᴋɪɴɢ ᴘᴀɴᴄᴀᴋᴇs 🥞 ?
December 23, 2025 at 5:40 PM
stacystewart1576.bsky.social
they always involve twisting perception into unreality. ³Actions that stem from distortions are literally the reactions of those who know not what they do. ⁴Fantasy is an attempt to control reality according to false needs. ⁵Twist reality in any way and you are perceiving destructively. ⁶Fantasies
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December 23, 2025 at 5:37 PM
brokenmarrow.bsky.social
They got high on their own supply.

Who can forget their adoption of gibbering unreality after the referendum and the uncaging of all the backbench loons who subsequently made the Tory Party their creature?
December 23, 2025 at 5:22 PM
mobiquotes.bsky.social
Unreality cooled reality’s burn.
December 23, 2025 at 10:11 AM
bossfightbot.bsky.social
HISTO, TAKEER OF PATIENCE

-- Light Reptile --

You notice only the legendary weapon snowy UNREALITY may slay this beast.
December 23, 2025 at 9:57 AM
tswillow2.bsky.social
Instead of the Civil War ask them what caused the "War Between the States". While living in TX (and other places) I heard a whole unreality about the war where it wasn't about slavery but about state's rights. I usually get a conversation going when I call the Confederate flag the "flag of treason"
December 23, 2025 at 4:43 AM
nonuberis.bsky.social
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Klaxons blare through the metal corridor and voices shout urgently on the intercoms, but Ridley can mostly only hear the wheezing whooshes of their own breathing. The sound rings in their ears and reverberates throughout their gelatinous, sweat-stained frame while they stand and wait for the conveyor to bring them to their destination. The brief time that they have to spend standing is an effort more monumentally strenuous than any of the skirmishes they have had to take part in. They do not understand why the engineers cannot simply devise a lift that will carry them straight to the docking pad. It would be so much easier if they could lean onto their belly, ease their weight off their hooves, aching despite the reinforced frame which encases their feet, but the scanners which monitor their vitals require them to be upright. They come to the debriefing room, which is only differentiated from the rest of the hallway by a few screens, tinted windows which hide figures moving behind them, and an assembly of mechanical arms which unfurl from the ceiling. Two of these appendages reach down to either side of Ridley, manifesting a glaze of nanite fiber which spreads up along their legs and undercarriage. The gazelle has to remain as still as possible throughout this process to ensure that the suit is applied in an even layer. The glossy black shell stretches over their bloated legs and broad buttocks and behemoth belly, covering every fold. The generator remembers to leave a hole for their tail, the dainty tuft just barely peeking out of the cleft at the top of their rump. Pneuma’s existence is akin to gas, diffuse and inchoate, spreading to fill whatever container it occupies. The “container” in this case is usually the entirety of whatever plane of reality (or unreality) they choose to occupy. They live in every breath, in the firing of neurons, in the ethereal matter of the soul. Their consciousness spreads across an unfathomable span, divided into millions of individual points of interest. But they are always aware of their other self, the form that is more tied to a material existence, and they come to be aware that Euphoria has been standing in the same spot for some time now. This is quite unlike them; they aren’t wont to allow themselves to stagnate. So Pneuma descends, coalescing around them into a singular point, their perception drawing into focus as they contain themselves within a physical body and look out through dark eyes. Euphoria stands at a crossroads in a sprawling field, a fork which extends in out toward the horizon in three directions. They seem to stare absently in no particular direction at all. Their tail droops low to the ground, swinging languidly from side to side. A low hum reverberates within them. It would be so easy to pry the knowledge out of the bond between them, but Pneuma instead verbally asks, “WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?” Val’tuin the Grey spasms and convulses as he rouses from his slumber with a mighty bellow. There is a phantom pain through his body, the sensation of burning and a mighty crushing force; thinking about it just makes the pain worse so he endeavors to ignore it. His lungs gasp hungrily for breath, sucking in and out like they can’t get enough. He can’t remember what happened. The ground beneath him is hard and loamy and cool, covered in blades of grass. As he looks around himself, however, it becomes apparent that something isn’t right. The grass rises up around him in tall thrushes of green blades; he could nearly conceal himself within them if he were to lie flat. The verdant carpet would have to be the height of trees to be so tall compared to him. Speaking of trees, farther away he can see towering trunks which loom over him, clawing toward the heavens with thinning crowns of orange and yellow leaves. To one side, there is a vast body of water which stretches toward a distant shore, but the surface has the distinctly still and algae-infested appearance of a pond rather than a sea. “Why do you want to be bigger than her?” Non asks, wobbling inside her right breast. “What?” Claire snaps, exasperated, gritting her teeth as she pulls on her top, trying to pull it around herself again. Despite the Milotic amalgam’s insistence that he could make her clothing stretch to accommodate her current proportions, it doesn’t make it any easier to reach around her absurd breadth. “Her, Alice, my girlfriend.” He says this with a giddy giggle. “You wanted to know if you were bigger than her.” She scowls to herself. “Alice. She thinks she’s so good just because she’s a battle nut like our mom and she has huge tits.” “You’ve got huge tits too.” “She…!” Claire seethes and huffs hot breath from her nostrils. “She’s got huger tits.” There’s a muffled gasp. “That’s gotta be pretty huge.” “But now…” The Gabite looks at the mountain range of cleavage rising over her, a wall which juts far beyond the span of her arms. “Now you might be the huger one.” “Yes.” Despite her frustration, her struggle, Claire musters a strained, confident smirk, just as she manages to pull on the stretching fabric of her top and secure it together behind her back.
December 23, 2025 at 3:06 AM
alexeverette.bsky.social
I realized as a kid that most people in the USA don't know what war looks like. It's always "somewhere else" so it's got some unreality to it. I figure it's part of why 9/11 shocked so many. I don't know how this admin goes on without more of us learning what the consequences look like right here
December 23, 2025 at 2:51 AM
stacystewart1576.bsky.social
they always involve twisting perception into unreality. ³Actions that stem from distortions are literally the reactions of those who know not what they do. ⁴Fantasy is an attempt to control reality according to false needs. ⁵Twist reality in any way and you are perceiving destructively. ⁶Fantasies
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December 22, 2025 at 10:30 PM
soenordo.bsky.social
Or are both possibilities true yet false at the same time until a choice is made, one being chosen as the other is regarded as "unreal".

Does everything float in a Schrodinger's Cat style of quasi-existance and semi-unreality until observed? Or has it always existed in both states at once?
December 22, 2025 at 9:44 PM
zathras5.bsky.social
Heh. I noticed also an American envoy felt compelled to say in writing how much the Russian government values American efforts for peace.

I’ve seen less unreality in some negotiations for peace in the Mideast.
December 22, 2025 at 8:56 PM
brainnotonyet.bsky.social
The parallel fascist state and its machinery of unreality and inversion is rapidly becoming the actual state.

This is why some of us on the counter authoritarian side of academia have been so clear in our analysis of the intentionally maligned social reproduction taking place at cultural nodes.
December 22, 2025 at 7:28 PM
beatricerosewood.bsky.social
PREMIERING NOW:
The Curious Unreality of Amazon's Fallout TV Show

www.youtube.com/watch?v=tLRA...

My first video essay- more to come, and hopefully much better. Give it a watch if you can, feedback is very very welcome! Thank you for your attention to this essay!
#fallout #falloutTV #amazon
The Curious Unreality of Amazon's Fallout TV Show
YouTube video by Beatrice Rosewood
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December 22, 2025 at 5:31 PM
smenor.com
Even ignoring the abject awfulness I just can’t get over the idea of being content to exist in an unreality
December 22, 2025 at 5:24 PM
brainnotonyet.bsky.social
Whelp it was fun that people believed that the fascists would not have enough capital to complete their state capture and consolidation of the entire rightwing unreality state.

Anyways the billionaire fascists just personally guarantee an amount larger than nepals gdp for the sale
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Oracle co-founder Larry Ellison has stepped in to personally guarantee $40.4 billion in Paramount Skydance's latest effort to pry Warner Bros Discovery away from selling its prized Hollywood assets to streaming giant Netflix .
VIEW Ellison steps in with personal guarantee as Paramount fights for Warner Bros
Oracle co-founder Larry Ellison has stepped in to personally guarantee $40.4 billion in Paramount Skydance's latest effort to pry Warner Bros Discovery away from selling its prized Hollywood assets to streaming giant Netflix .
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December 22, 2025 at 5:17 PM
axiomsofdominion.bsky.social
There are two issues with religion. One is that it is not correct. The unreality of it prevents humans from properly engaging with reality. The other is that societal religion was invented as a tool to oppress. From the God Kings of the ancient past to the Christianity of Rome.
December 22, 2025 at 3:01 PM
shoebillmansion.bsky.social
"He seemed to have forgotten all that he had gone through. A dim sense of having taken part in some strange tragedy came to him once or twice, but there was the unreality of a dream about it."

The Picture of Dorian Gray, ch.8
#WildeWinter
🖼️ The Sleeping Beauty (1899), Henry Meynell Rheam
December 22, 2025 at 12:28 PM