regardless of all the gloomkitsch I throw into the fediverse, I do like it here

Oolacile again? some silly experiences disintegrating against the edge of a phazon milkshake; the fragments were gathered up into a dream in which a colossal flying fox swooped in from outer space to save a planet that was in the process of being murdered... and the romance of concepts transfigured into a demiurge shadowboxing or just shattered language adorned with the crystallized teardrops of very small puppies (all teardrops ethically harvested of course, no need to worry about anything!)