This Is A Real Conversation I Had. A Real Actual Conversation.

this is a real conversation I had. a real actual conversation.

I do this all the time tbh. with all my friends. feelsgoodman.png

*talks about u behind ur back but in a supportive way about how cool u are and how much i love u*

My thoughts, midnight to 8 AM

so a few of you might know this already, but I pulled an excruciating all-nighter to finish a lab report for my biotech lab. I woke up at 1 PM after a relieving power doze and discovered a document I had apparently made to record my hazy, delirious thoughts by the hour. honestly, it looks like a prose poem chronicling my descent into madness.

12:00 AM

thirteen hours without sleep and trying to focus on this damned lab report. blu sent something in japanese as a friendly jest but i cannot handle anything but latin at this time, please call again tomorrow. good news is, i only have to get a 76% on this to bump up to a C. hooray.

1:00 AM

hour fourteen. it feels like i’m entering the sixth spatial dimension. no idea where the fourth and fifth went, try again later. i have resorted to consuming my last wagon wheel to maintain energy levels.

150 words, but i forgot the header stuff. not that it matters that much right now.

time is starting to slow down and I’m fighting off a frustrated breakdown with a flaming stick. This should be interesting to watch, especially considering my eyes are also on fire.

2:00 AM

hour fifteen. time is a snail and space is an avocado. the vaguely grassy taste is perpetual. i contemplate interrogation of my alternate selves, but they are in a sloeth and so i carry on. i have achieved page two, and three hundred words with it. the 420-word milestone is high nigh. nice.

the jellyfish swim out of the screen and dance their green ultraviolet waltz. or is it a tango? both require a partner.

i am alone.

seventy-six.

3:00 AM

hour sixteen. i have seen empires rise and fall in this aeon of my waking sight. i crank the david bowie louder and ignore them. look at those cavemen go; it really is the freakiest show. wonder if they'll ever know?

seventy-six.

hypnos taunts me, tempts me, but lo! i have broken the third page and the next section begins. methods would be easier if the notebook was still on this plane, but it sunk into the astral sea before the semester started. go fish.

4:00 AM

hour seventeen. seventy-six. time is returning to pace the floor and i don't like it. seventy-six. eyes? or fried grapes? at this point i'd rather not know. seventy-six. i went outside to check on the void. it smiled at me, so i went back inside. seventy-six. momentary cardiac arrhythmia would be easier to argue with if i liked coffee. but i don't, so the thunder grumbles as i send him over the hills. or, he would, if there were hills here.

seventy-six.

results? not bad, i'd say. i would add the pictures but they're raining somewhere else. seventy-six. the jellyfish continue their dance, and john travolta would be either proud or terrified. truly, all the children boogie.

5:00 AM

hour eighteen. 76. death stopped by but i told him i was busy. he gave me an ounce of lucidity but i’m not sure how long it’ll last me. 76. went outside again. the void is packing up to go to australia. 76. no line on the horizon but i know it’s coming.

shit. and still i keep going.

6:00 AM

hour nineteen.

error.

error code 76.

huh. fascinating. i love that color. it smells like sleep, and red. red sleep.

the future is warm, and dark.

7:00 AM

hour twenty.

i was so sure the twenty-hour mark would herald the true descent into hell. but frankly, it's more like purgatory. or even a little bit like valhalla; a spiritual victory of sorts. went outside again for a few moments. the sun was arriving, dressing the clouds in soft fire. she reminded me it's okay to not succeed right away. things take time. but the end is in sight now, and while it isn't a perfect terminex it's still an end. hypnos' arms are wide open, waiting. another hour left.

i just wish the shaking and twitching would stop on its own.

8:00 AM

hour twenty-one.

the future was warm, and dark.

like red sleep.

HELLLLLL YESSSSSS

only took ‘em 55 years, lmao.

On that note, however, here’s a graphic I whipped up in about an hour immediately after hearing the news last night.

Icy 'Super-Earth' Exoplanet Spotted Around Nearby Barnard's Star

Astronomers have found compelling evidence of a frigid alien world about 3.2 times more massive than Earth circling Barnard's Star, a dim red dwarf that lies just 6 light-years from the sun.

The nearest single star to the sun apparently hosts a big, icy planet.

Astronomers have found strong evidence of a frigid alien world about 3.2 times more massive than Earth circling Barnard’s Star, a dim red dwarf that lies just 6 light-years from the sun. Barnard’s Star is our sun’s nearest neighbor, apart from the three-star Alpha Centauri system, which is about 4.3 light-years away.

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In the speculative evolution community, there are three generally accepted top picks for the prospective evolution of nonhuman sapience: dolphins, crows/ravens, and –you guessed it– cephalopods. These little dudes are fucking incredible, and the ONLY thing holding them back from racing to civilizational sapience is their lifespans. Typically they have little to no generational overlap, preventing learned behaviors from being passed down and advanced. Fix that up and sprinkle in a little bit of communalism (which the gloomy octopus already has significant traces of) and they’d be well on their way to a technological civilization comparable to that of humans.

(fun fact: my world Sphaera has all three of these nonhuman people and more! merfolk are dolphins, gryndulos are octopi, and kenku are ravens!)

HEY WHAT THE FUCK. WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK.

White Wolf

'They're killing us': world's most endangered tribe cries for help

Logging companies keen to exploit Brazil's rainforest have been accused by human rights organisations of using gunmen to wipe out the Awá,

“Logging companies keen to exploit Brazil’s rainforest have been accused by human rights organisations of using gunmen to wipe out the Awá, a tribe of just 355.”