#curating timelines

 beautiful aesthetics of the grotesque. 

   Your mystery lies inside a shell

               All I see is a crimson sea drowning

the earth.        the canvas is the sky.    I need

to eat some neurons.  

           the mountains are burning

        Dont wear

your second skin      My exoskeleton

       is glowing       Digital coat masque.

              Cataracts inside

   the irises of our thoughts          Rakastan sinua

Oh Goethe, I'm Werther.       Elation reduced

    to temptation.      You carved a hex on me. 

the microcosmos dwelling inside

    us   In lingua mortua

      I can see the scarlet heavens wandering

Coda maestoso in D minor 

      c'est fini mon amis.

Return to the place           where the waves crash

                   Threnodynamics   

 after such heresy.      Muses manifest at the verge

       Only then, answer or act

I'll wash away my sins

           in a (furious) sea of magma

 I do it a la old Cuneiform style. 

            A justice of blood, death and conquest.

No se si sentirme ofendido   

     Take me to perma-frost.     

            Elysium breed in flames.

                 Tartarus embraces the world 

Give me my sword, shield and mythril.

    Iridescent exposure of

            the last moments. 

to fall into the void of our sleep                   

     Please wait: Pain in progress

written by @coldvoidchoir

curated from twitter feed by @deja_raconte

pageantry.      crosshairs trained   we tackled god

all tunnels so no             equilibrium.   a winter immoral

sky.      the road behind laid waste    holding awe

     something about hands.      let's have one ignition at a time.

 that is false.    perfect except.   each moment is

        its very own line    the spiral galaxy of

 your potent heart   i can't separate

 you from me.   dark with the color of a blank stare

      zeroed. in. on. you   feeling all devoury   dilated   infused. 

your light burning              holes in my sky. 

     like wading through veins of honey.      

the candlelight of your whisper    fingers crossed

         for the apocalypse   perfecting methods  

listen to that.    the song that shatters you.   

      -- we are a war unto ourselves

                               hiroshima came back.  

a living drone.   born in a time of unprecedented

                   dying. 

to shut my eyes against your skin       unwords.

     i was saving up for you.      this is how i fall apart. 

dark tendrils that spread out through my body.

    the inertia of trust.   every receptor burning

open.  

    what i bare

             within me.       

   what i bear

             within me

you are the closest nebula    i am the rings of saturn.

let's you and i be the last things seen

               in the fading light of one another's eyes.

                                                   here i go

                                    talking

                 backwards again.

  written by @the_1st_rule 

curated from twitter feed by @deja_raconte

When realities collide  Love you

don’t shout  from the rooftops;

love you protect,

nurture,               watch bloom        &          grow strong;

fearless love without need;              love of the whole.

Hate the word,

          fight the word,

                 distrust the word,

                      know that the word is what keeps you

shackled  

In truth, feelings have the machine

The schtick has banged the drum

                                                                long enough. 

Machine conjuring a placebo

for the aggregate self.      This machine is filled with sadness. 

Pain is your guide.     Absurdity as both disease and cure.

Making secret plans to run away with

                                                              myself.  

I miss                                                     myself

She co-writes me,                  and we don’t edit.

                    The divisive regent

                          versus

               the intransigent indivisible

Death like a series of cellular explosions

It’s a doddle to mollycoddle  

Possession   is no tenths   of the law.

It is easy

      to become a ghost, here

on the prairie   Each individual is audible,           and locatable. 

The inscrutable geometry of destiny    Memory hath fuck

We're all plugged in to our selves.  The silence highlights the duality

of self.   TAP   TAP   TAP    I'm afraid it was inevitable.

It's a lovely crisp wet morning 

written by @hic_calix

curated from twitter feed by @deja_raconte

Dog faced in wind,

mp3 blasting muzak in ears,

rain-streaked pole-clutcher

You see,

having a room done up in Brothel décor is         good. 

This is my Happiness.

Well, apparently it's 'camaraderie'.

I Googled 'are my cats gay?'                           and found out."

the sudden euphoria that makes me want to cycle

the stretch of Marine Drive.  The future, tense. The past, perfect. #OhZadie

Konjum excite and look fwd to type eemoshuns. 

Fuck off and die.                                           Sweet lovin' man.

Now that alcohol's off the List, one must find

extra-legally beautiful music

to make bad decisions    "My saliva is pure." <silent screaming> 

Knee-jerk idiocy uttered    

upon falsely being insinuated of TB contagiousness. 

to have the constitution of a shire horse and be ok

                                                                 in no time     Attachment hurts. - John Bobbitt

Too drunk to dream. 

[I touched you and got some Awkward on my hand] 

written by @Eveantium

curated from twitter feed by @deja_raconte

I need a new audience..    your pathologies feed my need

to be special

a piper is not a pope     

a griper is not a grope 

a guide is not a goad  

now to stab some cushions     and     draw

macabre death

scenes

Life out of a suitcase is nothing but a tapestry

                                                        unravelling round the edges

handwritten letters take the mind on a journey

                                                       with their fragrance & promise

I need a trampoline to channelize my energies 

some mornings one needs to prop open one's eyelids

                                                      with matchsticks

i will rest, somnolent upon the rocks

                                                      of a hard day

you live in the house of mirrors. i piece you

together with fragments -

an eye here,   an ear there.. and sew it

with the cobwebs of tales            I see your darkness,

                        friend, fiend.. it doesnt scare me..

it makes my chiaroscuro brighter       i am mummified

in the memories of years             shards of broken promises

                                                         get honed by the ocean

your joy is conditional upon many events aligning

into a straight line. fates are never delivered.

they are fashioned by us.

angle for angle

written by @Orientologie

curated from twitter feed by @deja_raconte

It is too hot. I will punch the sun           My head's a grey cloud. 

                              It's a dirty mental power mechanic

                                              Yes Ben,

I'd be staring at Lorraine Pascale too. 

I am reading The PDF                    From Hell. Again. 

Emotionalinvestmentsaresubjecttomarketrisks

pleasereaddocumentcarefullybeforesubmitting.

Aren't we all just waiting for the sky

                                       to fall on our heads. 

Perchance                         Mission: Organise life

                                     (-_-) -> *caffeine* -> \(o_°)/ 

Today, I found out                         that the large swastika

on the wall of my house-to-be,                  

                                                    lights up

idiot pigeon flew into the house

and

smacked its head on the window

                                                thrice

trying to get out.                     (Remind me)(why I care)

Torrential                                  

downpour

of

s h a m e l e s s n e s s.     Imbibe, idiot        No cojones

@deja_raconte ANTHROPODS FOR EVERYONE!                "Party barobar aahe."

Let the hunt begin       Plugged in to the Rocknrolla OST

Grit teeth. Clench fists. Move on. 

                                     Godspeed, bitches

written by @MystiquePai

curated from twitter feed by @deja_raconte

Dropped a Stargate on my foot.

Step 9384). Drop black monolith

on surface. Induce the use of tools

among indigenous                        Martians.       Commence        trippin.

Protists vs Conifers #TheProsAndCons

I just saw my doppelganger,

one of the Russian gymnastics coach. 

                                  these field theory equations don't solve themselves.

Oh      wait...

 That     would      explain     all      the       chalk 

#RejectedOlympicEvents Tatum Channing     =       Big ol' sardine fight

a semicolon is too much, consider using a millicolon.

You wake to find a spider spinning a web

directly across your face. You can't move.

                                                                              The web spells out "YOLO"

 It was Emilie du Chatelet, who showed Newton's guess (mv) was wrong 

It's somewhat bittersweet that I'm at the peak

                                              of my breakdancing career

"hollow earth" legends --

earth is a shell, & you could live on the *inside* surface

if you could get there

Asymptotal Recall #moviemath 

{ #WhatSoundWouldAHashtagBe Charlton Heston opening mail + Synchronized racoon greasing #TerribleOlympicSports } = The Latin term 'sic', used after written quotes, now means "dude that quote was totally sic eh bro???"

The forsaken neutrinos plunge into drugs & depression.......#Factwad

"If you can exist in the same quantum state as your mother in law... you might be a boson!"

                          Blame it on rounding errors #terribleAlgorithms

written by @timeblimp

curated from twitter feed by @deja_raconte

Courage    does     not     always    roar      

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cosmic    giggle     factory               ...shouldn't we be running the other way??!

crossroad    of     mythic     proportions     You said it's only a one off, only a line But now it's    a     circle, all    of    the   time

Toujours    stupéfié    Par ce manque      de direction          

parce    que    tout      le monde       est une étoile         dans ses yeux

my    mortal     body    just     happens       to be     

You didn't save my life,           you     ruined    my    death!

Reason's  final step     is to realize that there are an infinite       number of things

which surpass it 

Behold   the   happy      idiot

laugh   hard   at            the absurdly evil

time's just a pillow between our knees and      I      can't     decide

if      that's a good or a bad thing

Hail / Praise / Ia / Fuck / SMILE / Eat Lasagne / "Bob" / Cthulhu / The Conspiracy / Moksha / Spam 

all

of

a

sudden

I

miss

everyone 

written by @PansyTheLion

curated from twitter feed by @deja_raconte