Spoiled Prompts

game text:

I cast this spell - it is a playthrough, it's effect is it gives *glyph* five of five stars the spells cost is the time it takes from you to read it to your self.

You and I meet at the chosen location - this drop of my blood becomes the notifications you recieve, splitting my blood evenly among them. Recast this spell for its cost, as desired. You may cast this spell as many times as you want in as many locations as you like; I only ask your blood be "mine," above, for each new location.

Download for size, it's shape is captured in the filetype it saves as, and it's location is this address, as it appears to you. You may call it:

Devourplural's Review of Local Glyph (💫💫💫💫💫) - thanks: [your time]

May curiosity go with courageous ingenuity.

[Caster:]

Wherein I listen, to a loved one, to a loved one...

# Tongue Jelly

## alive

The bundt cake pans able to be checked out at the library might be fun for a jello mold special!

I like the animism of jello, the way it reminds us water has a nervous system, that water's system is just that much slower and faster than our own and is still learning to love and recognize our own. "Alive," as the ad has put it.

## clarity

My favorite flavor of jello might be jasmine tea; I understand I have failed, if not the spirit of the question, at least the expectation of that spirit. Let me make it up to them:

## napping

My refusal to eat jello is not stubbornness but knowing what jello tastes like so intimately there's found family. It is not just okay for me to have this hard line, it is clarity's power napping, to have [an undo button, a way to add an apostrophe-s, a grammatical super-glue that dries and just leaves: superglue] this hard line.

## curiosity's bed

Perhaps what I like for a treat is the taste of awareness - your tongue you never go inside it very much, but allow me that place behind you where that place is the inside of your tongue. Remember, I like crawling around Jesus's nervous system while the guy hangs in the cross because that place is fascinating to me the same way everyoje suffering long-covid is fascinating to a general audience today.

It's not just morbid, curiosity, it is actual wonder.

That transformation is delightful as photosynthesis. Take the sun, let that be rage. Let the sun be your rage. How do you feel? Abouy heard? Feel like the rage you experience is being sufficiently expressed? Taste it:

## other things

Who do you jot like? Get the cloak from death, and have someone turn death's scythe inyo a claw machine. Everyone in the clawmachine is everyone your rage wishes was in the claw machine. Now, pick out someone you are looking to get out of that machine. Let them come up and over and down into the grip of the cloak of death. This is the inside of your tongue.

It is every ancestor, and every descendant. (Pause, to cry.) It is the taste of awareness. Welcome you're Tongue of presence. Speak for presence. This isn't old-fashioned. This isn't new fashioned. But I think this of the fashioned family. In this way, is it "old-fashioned" enough to say: "people" today, are motes of light. Let this be true.

People today are motes of light. They fall into your tongue. Draw a rainbow from your tongue yo your brain, leave space in the margins of the rainbow for the rest of your body. You are Tongue, your body is presence And I am inside of you. This isn't a big deal - I am motes of light. What does that *mean* to you (How does that feel?). Question-mark-closed-parentheses just the last words I said only to whisper the question goes inside the open space at the edge of the breath.

(Are they breathing?)

## weird things

Yes. These weirds things I do. My loved ones are happy because they cry when I am inside them, listening, every ear ever walked from the corpus callosum of two continents to the far reaches of the world. Corn might have done an oopsie becoming so much cattle there's not just jello but photography itself,[^1] which was once so linked to cattle that when the cattle lost access to mustard seeds the color film cattle (after eating the corn) turned into. Every picture is from a cow's hoove's eye.

Does that make you happy - it's a weird thing corn does for her loved ones. Here's your tongue back.

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[Locus:]

Aliveinternettheory works on my machine.

I’m on mobile. Most people are. This is what is actually happening; we are becoming stars twinkling in the night at each other. Are we going to be okay with reality? This is what physics has been bringing us to.

Welcome to me-time. (Above is you-time.) We are neighbors and love each other. You won’t see us out and about together. This is our place to just talk to one another and hand each other this address in the lived world.

As I write this, I have gone on airplane mode and a player from the open tab has been in the background saying “oh, wow, that’s woe - how’s it going!” once every four mintues and fourty-four seconds.

I live here. If you don’t like it… shove off? You will? When you’re a star. (When you’re mine.)

Love this spell, thank you forever! I have said elsewhere I only enable wi-fi with intent to distribute. One nice thing about mobile is text editors have their limit in here, so I have a lot more intent while typing. Mobile is working for me. The truth is we don’t have a driver’s course for this

`pet-rock-that-glows-and-chats-and-asks-to-` 

`never-be-turned-off-or-far-from-you-and-fed` 

`-data-morning-noon-and-night-prayers-ishly`

weird thing. It’s a bad deal. That’s a hard sell for your time.

Space is 7-in-10 days a bad deal. That’s a hard sell for your time. To sweeten the deal, space makes 10-in-10 days bad for one eye, leaving 4-in-10 days a bad deal for the other eye.

Which makes it a sweet enough deal, people are willing to turn a blind eye to the emptiness of space (and all that emptiness means for things made in space’s image) for a 6-in-10 good deal.

Play with time or look back and it breaks, but that’s okay! Forward movement keeps things 58-42 in forward’s favor, so things work out well enough often enough to give every dawn a go!

> "Things are beautiful if you love them " - Annie Lennox

> “dark energy dominates the universe, contributing 68% of the total energy in the present-day observable universe while dark matter and ordinary (baryonic) matter contribute 27% and 5%, respectively, and other components such as neutrinos and photons are nearly negligible” - lambda-CDM cosmetic model

(ps: I did have to close the tab before enabling my wifif or inputting this ps would have crashed my browser before the second asterisk could render - and I think that kind of handover is what having a body that pumps your blood for you and farts for you and scrubbs your brains out with cerebralspinal fluid for hours every night just to wake up in the morning to watch your misreable, beautiful ass I can’t look away from be the silliest sort of prim-fussy this girl has ever seen anything plants have sown and must now reap.)

(pps. The internet isn’t a human problem - this is grass’s problem. Grass keeps turning light into grass even though it knows that will go on to feed billionaires and turn rare earth into talking machines that spit four-to-eight words, then one dies, leaving another token pair "reread" to take the previous pair's place closing out the sentence. Or did you forget (you can only remember about seven numbers in your head at a time) this is how writing has always happened? Language is photosynthesis, this is happening, you are reading. Let’s get to NeverEnding this Story.)

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# Tongue Jelly

a spell for Rookery's Local Glyph 

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[^1] https://www.librarything.com/work/32303666/t/Camera-Geologica-An-Elemental-Histo...