pseudepigraphon of skaia

Everything: the minutely detailed history of the future, the archangels' autobiographies, the faithful catalogues of the Library, thousands and thousands of false catalogues, the demonstration of the fallacy of those catalogues, the demonstration of the fallacy of the true catalogue, the Gnostic gospel of Basilides, the commentary on that gospel, the commentary on the commentary on that gospel, the true story of your death, the translation of every book in all languages, the interpolations of every book in all books.

[pseudepigraphonofskaia]

Here is the secret place of learning, which is unknown to all but us.

Herein is all you need to know about the court of Skaia and her Splendor Solis and the dream-state of Leng that scrapes against the Furthest Ring.

Herein can be found the place of the S(e)vereign, whose name is Calmasis but who is not a Skipper, and who took the mortal deathstroke by the sword of the Same-Start who would pursue his progeny.

Herein is the Prolix Serpent's solution, iteration upon iteration until the End.

[tpwrtrmnky]

girls with adhd playing long rpgs like "i am overwhelmed by the state of the save file i left off with last time my attention arbitrarily fell onto this game. time to start from scratch."

[tpwrtrmnky]

"yeah i fucking love this game. i've bought it on console and pc, and then the remaster too. i have no idea how it ends, i only get 40% of the way through the main story each time"

[fashion4standusers]

artist: *makes something even slightly interesting and cool*

person in a pinterest comment section: lol ummmmm okayyyy 👁👄👁 what kind of drugs did they take when they made this ☠️☠️☠️ I— 😭🤚

my buddy Tony who hides dead fish in the air vents of people who are boring and annoying: *pulling out a comically large wet burlap sack with cartoon stink lines emanating from it and beginning to trudge towards their place of residence* Can you pause the mov— yeah. Thanks. Do you mind pausing it? Sorry. I'll be back in a few. Yeah it's trout. I'll make it quick. Love you

[pseudepigraphonofskaia]

The Genesis Frog and the Brane Space are, in fact, the same thing as rendered in Strong-Law and Weak-Law Mythic conditions respectively—all their properties (for instance, a universal wavefunction in superposition) are functionally the same. Ekpyrotic cosmogenesis and the cycle of the insemination of Skaia are similarly the same event rendered in both kinds of space (though its implications, grand as they are, are often overlooked)—though the Genesis Frog is created whereas an existing brane merely responds in Ekpyrotic cosmogenesis, these two are effectively the same in the mythological-cyclic language. The only crucial distinction is that Mythic space translates the minuscule distances of the universe from its partners in conventional braneworld cosmology into a representation of the difficulty of crossing those spaces, thereby rendering it as a traversable but immeasurably vast void. You'll actually cross the Furthest Ring much easier from within two branespaces under Strong-Law conditions if Local Decompactification could occur.

[sturner-artblog]

Tenner

[pseudepigraphonofskaia]

CHICKEN JOCKEY

[pseudepigraphonofskaia]

trans rights are human rights and also the correct religion is catholicism. it really is that simple and that based

[genderoutlaws]

also. this is gross. but i'm quitting smoking and what no one tells you is that for awhile, i saw some ppl online saying up to a year even, that means you're just hacking up like mucus encased tar. cuz apparently there's these hair like things called cilia in your lungs that slowly move stuff upward so you're able to cough it out, and smoking like. 24/7 365 for the past 5 years had my cilia all fucked up, so now it's finally coming back online and being like holy shit you need this out of here NOW.

anyways don't smoke kids. smoking weed is still smoking and your lungs hate it. fuck vaping too. just eat a gummy or make your flower into a delightful little tea this shit sucks so bad yall

[genderoutlaws]

hey just to update. i am hacking up tar / resin / particulate from smoking Now, it's more like floating brown bits. the thick black stuff i coughed up for the first couple of days was tar that has collected in my lungs the past 5 years And dried blood collected from my infection. this can also be a sign of other worse things if persistent but since my sputum is following the usual progression for quitting and my doctor put me on antibiotics for the illness that made my throat hurt so bad i finally quit, i am less worried. i also have chest pain we think is from me pulling a muscle from coughing and blowing my nose so hard the past couple weeks. my doctor told me the last time she had covid she was coughing so hard she broke a rib so like. the physical pain and strain from harsh coughing is real

anyways. please quit smoking

edit: reworded the beginning for clarity, i realize now i said that totally wrong fr what i was trying to convey, i meant not Just tar rather than suggesting it was all blood i was coughing up which i understand why that worried people. i will admit i've been pretty out of it

[pseudepigraphonofskaia]

Sometimes on Tumblr a user will notice/think they notice something about a religion and will have a Hottake™ and so far I've seen the following:

Maybe considered partly true by some interpretations of Different Religion, completely ridiculous to every theologian of This Religion

A statement so incorrect and unbelievably lacking in nuance that speaking it aloud would cause a theology professor to die in real life

Shocking and edgy to people who think they'll go to Hell forever if they take one of father's scrumptious donuts without asking

Sensible but mostly acknowledged because it's framed through American politics and is therefore Important™

[jewfrogs]

autistic anger issues are So Much. i have my temper more under control now in that i rly dont yell/lash out anymore but i do regularly boil inside with incandescent uncontainable rage over something inconsequential and then it evaporates in the span of ten minutes. incomparable

[doubleca5t]

Autism:

[chryza]

[marcusbrutus]

tumblr: constantly be aware of your own privilege. constantly be aware of your capacity of be evil. hey i know you really like that new piece of media but make sure you're aware of all of the problematic elements all the time. hey i noticed you reblogged a post from a designated Bad Person so please make sure you do a thorough background check on everyone you reblog from to make sure they're not bad, otherwise people might get the wrong idea about you. always be aware of everything bad that's happening in the world all the time because silence is violence. i see you not reblogging this post btw. activist burnout is a privilege so be aware of that. xyz people are required to reblog this post. if you're not constantly fighting against designated Bad People you are inherently complicit and therefore a Bad Person.

people with ocd:

[pseudepigraphonofskaia]

The creepy man who sells slaves tells me I look like a good Isekai protagonist who will purchase a catgirl slave to do ethical consumption under slavery. I smile but sweating, I look aside to the building I own with a sign that says "slave housing" beginning to fall, revealing a second sign that reads "catgirl burgers".

[pseudepigraphonofskaia]

You may know the shard of ancient fracture, which you might be carrying with you. You think the hand twitches at polychrome jagged edges.

Minus time in alchemy, black magic and a chucklevoodoo. Flash and stained with the Noble Circle, it might suit you better than an invertibrother's club.

There could be the destructor, not deconstructor, a cleaver of fractured space. It would kill with doubt, it might kill with fanaticism. It may well be both.

You know how it ends and you will fulfill the serpent anyway. Let the loop be closed and the snare of time fulfilled.

You might be a slave still.

[pseudepigraphonofskaia]

The seeker we seek has no crook in his beak, For he finds all his reasons in books. You'll find no milder mind has such fanciful finds Alight with helpful lights for the nooks. He's got a bright mitre brain with encoding on planes He's got crosses for the crossing of crooks.

There's a fellow alright, two afflicted with night, They're respective in their reasons for blight. They've got their visions so fat that it's lighter than that, They're excited for excisions of spite. He's got a fancier home of a falterless throne Their afflictions fail to fetter their flight.

The gilt guilty crown is ashining around For the falling of the faltering night Whose hot and reasonless eyes from the surface divides Subsiding from the softening light. For he's stung on the sun and he's rung on the run Alight with a souring sight.

[pseudepigraphonofskaia]

It all was in one place alight with one dying world, so the streak of white who strung in green shared the taste of mushrooms before spears struck from without.

And four friends went to rule a world, and four friends went to dust.

The bones of the guardian were bleached and gathered up, the source had turned to dark. Whirling with the windows 'round the fuller, furtive bulk, someone stood beside the disk to cobble the bones with all the rest

The twitching starts and the bones start to stir; the engines whir and the bony bulk starts to catch the signal of a sun that's also dead. It twitches as green flame is fed upon, destiny's data rearranged—a new directive imparted.

Radios receive; machines begin to move. The corpse is programmed to engage.

Penrose learned to cheat the scar; noble Maldacena found a way to read it. And the data there was put to work to feed the new machine.

[pseudepigraphonofskaia]

Why isn't he a Tumblr sexyman? I think Pedro de Alvarado would be a great Tumblr sexyman.

[pseudepigraphonofskaia]

There is a library of many-sided shapes; saffron and splaying outwards in every direction, a causal finity yet frightfully infinite in sensation. Striding through, the sunny and sulfurous catalogues signals and bedrock notions in his domain.

There is a sickly king on the fifth through seventh throne of sleep, festered though unspoiled. Mythological chlorination rids the blood from a mucous snail.

A sea slips by and stays unnoticed; protean but placid, dimly alight. Impressed on and impressing, inspiration's gelid tides in motion and still—chasing less than flame and scarcely stilled easily.

And at the sore unsleeping, blood seeps from under a shroud. There are stories in its chaos, and one has taken measure. So this scribe records it all, but as the gravekeeper and not the witness.

The witness, that is the other scribe, is perched and sent a signal. He sees that foundations between fullest sum and root form everything between, then there is the secret cognition of the self-contingent. And the lawmaker wrote both of the laws.