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Suffocate

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How Yoga destroyed :

“Focus on your breathing.”

Focusing on each inhalation/exhalation was nowhere near as relaxing as advertised; the resultant hyperawareness making her alternately hyperventilate and suffocate.

“Focus on your thoughts.”

First she was thinking of the Eiffel Tower, then she was thinking of thinking of the Eiffel Tower, and so on, infinite recursions erecting a tower of their own.

The only escape from metacognitive vertigo was to shift focus to thoughts considered as things in her brain. Squishing squirming things, sluiced with chemicals, twitching with mild electric shocks. A head-ful of earthworms.

Exteroception exterminated, ceased existing.

Jombie is scarier than Phyllis Diller

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Oh My Gawd.

took my photo, “Manhattan Moon Bridge” and turned it into

“Jombie Moon Rising”

I look at it and just say “whoa” an infinite number of times. All at once.

Jombie fever continues to burn accross the world. Three people have defriended me since Jombie hit the streets. (Seriously!) Others beg me daily for more Jombie. (And by “beg” I mean “throw their panties at me.”) Others are content to merely gibber and drool as they draw third-eyes on their foreheads with Sharpie(TM) markers.

Who's right? Who's wrong? Who's to say? The answer to all of these questions is

“Jombie”

In other news, the Hotness from Down Under who shall forever be known as made this:

Thanks, Snizzy. Your reward will be infinite. But for starters, have some of this:

poor the little dude can't get any breaks.

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Speakeasy

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You wake before the rest, , and take a few cc’s of speakeasy in your coffee. Your thoughts: lubricated. Your tongue: untied.

You hit the streets looking for interlocutors and find none. Just you and your words. There’s a cloud around you. These semiotic smoke rings you’re blowing. Balloon animals made of membranes of thought. The shapes of words an interanimating menagerie. The adjectival octopus astride the adverbial horse. Sins of grammar visualized as interspecial perversities.

The cow that ran away with the spoon is hunted down and ground into burger. The spoon retrieved for later. Time for more coffee.

X-ray of catheterized rabbit.

X-ray of catheterized guinea pig viewed from (A) bottom, and (B) side.

The Zoom Quilt is awesome.

Trippy Mirror Flash Animation 1  is awesome

Trippy Mirror Flash Animation 2  is awesome

Tutorial: Make your own recursive picture and animation is awesome

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Originally uploaded by Dr. Smax.

My brain has sprouted tiny clawed tentacles that etch an illegible message on the inside of my skull. Of course, you can't see that in this picture. You have to imagine it. With your imagination. Or your brain tentacles.