historians.social is one of the many independent Mastodon servers you can use to participate in the fediverse.
Historians.social is open to all who are interested in history.

Server stats:

234
active users

#ProsePoem

0 posts0 participants0 posts today

#Asemic #Postcards from Fractured Futures ~ Past Perfect Paradoxicals

Today, I saw this tree withering the eyes of an eagle – flippantly flesh-flora forelock for the first time. Ornithology shows that old trees exist in the present tense – tinsel tonsil tingles tangle pantheistical propagandist’s purloined paranormal mythopoeic mackerel. In the early days of democracy, democracy was weakened by nationalism – the upper floors looked clean and modern as an albatross’ labyrinth and banana toupee. Historically, this was driven by religious differences and oranges.

m̻̚̚ḙ̚̚d᷾̚̚e͚̚̚n͐̚̚ȉ̚̚y͊̚̚e̘̚̚t͉̚̚ s̍̚̚ı̰̚̚ȑ̚̚ b̶̚̚a̚̚ͅğ᷅̚̚ḷ̚̚ı̂̚̚ q͖̚̚a͉̚̚r̋̚̚t͊̚̚a̅̚̚l͌̚̚ L̼͎ͤe̼᷆͘ y̼͍ͬi̼͇ͩl̼͒̎ y̫̼̘á̧̼̌a͎̼͝n̼̠ͣa̤̼͒l̼̇̌ i͓̼̰n̼̉̐f̷̼᷃a̼̐ͬn̤̼ͫt̜̼͂i͉̼̩l̼̱͟ õ̼̮ǒ̼̚k̲̼͑ô̼᷄l̷͙̼ m͏̼̹e̢̺̼d͉̼ͭi̼ͤ̽o̱̼̣s̼̆̃ j̼̑́u̩̼̗m̗̼̉p̞̼ͤ’͖̼̯é̼ͨͅě̼̱l̼̦̆ l͔̼͙e̫̼͂ ȍ̼͋c̲̼ͣë̼́ͣs͎̼͏ l̼͘͞ȩ̖̼ i̼̹͠c̼͊̌ẖ̼᷀í̼᷿l̺̼̰ m̼ͯ̾á͓̼̔a̼̓͡n̼ͤ͞ ẹ̼ͪs̬̼̰c̼᷀͏á̼͛̄n̼̓᷉d̼͕́a̼̹ͩl᷿̼̍o᷿̼ͫ p̭̼̰r̼̀ͤo̼̅ͨm̗̼̔e̼᷉ͬd̡̼̟ì̺̼o̼͒͐.̼᷉͢ ó̼͟͡o̪̼͜l̶̼͒a̼͉͢l̺̼̘ m̳̼̓ạ̼́̓a̼̘᷅n̼̲̈́ ë̼́̄s̤̼ͫc̼ͧ̚á̼̠̐n̼̂̉d͚̼͋á̼̳l̵̮̼o̼᷅͝ ứ̼ ÿ̙̼é̼ͣͥe̼͆̏t̼̼᷄e̲̼͊l̖̼̃ j̼͖̈ū͕̼m̼͗͠p̼ͮ̑’̼̩͞é̼̽᷈e̸̼᷉l̼͋̐ u̙̼̥

#AsemicPostcard #AsemicArt #AsemicWriting #Collage #Dada #DeconstructedText #CollageArt #Absurdist #DigitalArt #Art #ProsePoem #GlitchedText #ProsePoetry #AlternativeReality #SpeculativePoetry #Februllage2025 #Scanography
#Dadaist #Dadaism

asemictarot.wordpress.com/2025

Asemic Tarot · Asemic Postcards from Fractured Futures ~ Past Perfect ParadoxicalsToday, I saw this tree withering the eyes of an eagle – flippantly flesh-flora forelock for the first time. Ornithology shows that old trees exist in the present tense – tinsel tonsil t…

#Asemic #Postcards from Fractured Futures ~ Past Perfect Particles

~in the fleshy mezzotint wombs limited several stimuli boils silent, makes scattered screameries, belted tragicomic hands déjà vu, rot inner owls, people these thinner spiritual things are found broken, people allow themselves flatulence, radicals regroup past prologues proletariat~ď͍͍h͍̰͍é͍͍̿a͍̩͍l͍͍᷇’͍͍̓o͍͖͍l͍̞͍ oink oil parsume legit~k͍̮͍o͍͍̽r͍͍᷀n͍͍᷅s͍͍͝s͍͍͟m͍̠͍͍͜ a͍͍͡ ~ in the open world, snowy, bastje ^’~ 6^~ď͍͍h͍̰͍é͍͍̿a͍̩͍n͍͍᷅s͍͍͝s͍͍͟m͍̠͍͍͜ a͍͍͡ Л͍҈͍о͍͍҆с͍҈͍н͍͍҃ s͍͍᷀e͍̮͍ l͍̤͍j͍͇͍e͍͈͍p͍̲͍o͍͍᷀t͍͍͛i͍̜͍?͍͍͢ K͍̺͍o͍͍͜i͍̬͍j͍͍̏ c͍᷿͍e͍͈͍n͍̤͍ā͍͍ д͍͍҇и͍͍҄а͍͍҇г͍͍҆р͍͍҄а͍͍҃м͍҈͍м͍҉͍а͍͍҄с͍͍҇н͍͍҇ д͍҉͍и͍͍҅а͍͍҃с͍͍҅н͍҈͍ s͍͍ͤm͍͈͍e͍͍᷁q͍̼͍n͍͍̿ũ͍͍î͍͍t͍͍̋s͍̩͍ q͍͍ͭn͍͏͍o͍͍̎y͍̦͍ m͍͍᷇e͍͍͞k͍͍͢o͍̼͍i͍͍ͭs͍͍͟ȃ͍͍n͍̤͍t͍͍ͯe͍̟͍i͍͍͘o͍͓͍i͍͍ͭs̛͍͍ȃ͍͍n͍͍̉j͍͍ͭi͍̫͍a͍̩͍g͍͍̓a͍͍̓n͍͍͝j͍͍ͤe͍᷊͍ c͍͍͊e͍͍᷃t͍᷿͍ l͍͍᷇’͍͍̓o͍͖͍l͍̞͍k͍̮͍o͍͍̽r͍͍᷀ r͍̳͍/~^e~ to be or knot too beans

#AsemicPostcard #AsemicArt #AsemicWriting #Collage #Dada #DeconstructedText #CollageArt #Absurdist #DigitalArt #Art #ProsePoem #GlitchedText #ProsePoetry #AlternativeReality #SpeculativePoetry #Februllage2025 #Scanography
#Dadaist #Dadaism
asemictarot.wordpress.com/2025

Asemic Tarot · Asemic Postcards from Fractured Futures ~ Past Perfect Particles~in the fleshy mezzotint wombs limited several stimuli boils silent, makes scattered screameries, belted tragicomic hands déjà vu, rot inner owls, people these thinner spiritual things are found br…

Dadaist Time Traveller's Report

I'm 1913/1916/2076 - At first, I was shocked at how serious Maple Leaf condition was. Oograniczone tragikomedię kluczowych w Osioł realnym wzdęcia, bodźce totalitaryzmu obraża czyraki świecie, hiatus, snowy, phloem -Then it got crazy. The President is a 5-year-old. He was still there, but his white shirt was from the doctor's office. në woi cɔk meaty ograniczone lik bodźce czyraki kwiatu, looi cï bï tɛkpiny, ya tragikomedię ku deja ye vu, rot ë sowy, kɔc Kä de kä wɛɛi yök röt cï bɛ̈ɛ̈k, kɔc puɔ̈l yic wzdęcia, rädïkël. ye pinyn khoihski yic, then it got crazy. "Why is Twitter's big hat red? They choose by mood" I know it's not the last five teacups or swans, knots tradicionais sowy, desgosto coração ashes cue diferentes e quekɔc abordagens pulmões usam, eles dequeues den palavras dor ograniczone e na no wɛɛi dor tieos tragikomedię estômago, materiais sign floresta, dor czyraki kwiatu, causam no wzdęcia, as nos? The government is crazy white, circa 1909! Then it got crazy - counterintuitive states prioritize ad copy's saxophone border. The President is a 5-year-old. It's been - people ask for clothes "at risk b'uikol". Is the money spent on Medical and Zen comics "real money"? "Is Salad Nevada Ex polar rations' Tory still brown?" ağartuv içün deja coração e que eles dor wɛɛi palavras nos tragikomedię no na quekɔc qullanılğan diferentes estômago, dor doğru. tieos açıq abordagens materiais yapmaq dor Sade, sign as e portal! den pulmões lirikasınen, ook for Destuysello's Great Depression inheritance - still fair? Buy Now While Quantities Quantify!! Tariffs Are People Too!!!

Although the smell has changed, the case against the giant jellyfish is your mind. The stagnant bird squashes an excited cave into typewriter fiddles. All diseases have been entered into the database. Be patient, and the knife you made yesterday will be yours. Your foot knows, that means all the growth stages are dead. The pedal socket thinks all the developmental centres are dead. A scene of what the trash can looks like. The unconscious triumph thinks irresponsible focus did it yesterday, it probably won't be opened for a few years. The curse of war - be patient and calm like a sharpened sword tomorrow. A scene of what the trash can looks like. It was yesterday, it probably won't be opened for a few years. The smell of war is a symbol of human violence. An angry crowd screams - the smell of war. For men, the sword is a symbol of death. The anchor searches for its meaning. In the world of news? Developmental centres? You might think that all the developmental centres are dead.

A #Dadaist #Soliloquy on #Assemblage #PerformanceInstallations

The constituted elements which these external tools manifest relations conceptualized opposed offices as art are assemblage, now upended boxes. Long-term structural differences are rearranged - When there is no clear question about the internal set box. Or that too sits or externally thanks jointly between delusions. Internal assemblage, relatively a formulation illusion. Planes can box into forms. Formulation illusion exists, that use entity in different arts after re-mixed internal offers.

Eaves seem to be a glowing render zone used in a totality deletion concept of assemblage in a way that fails to distinguish between internal and external art form relationships. They enter holes, a trend of foaming distinguish co-relationships under assembled pieces of the performance whole installation box theatre. The answer to this question is that the components of the waveform, which are collections of external objects, are blurred like birds.

Whose art is the whole way of responding to these externalities? The last hole is not visible. Autonomous performance foils from reality relationships cannot convey boxes externally or existentially. What sees internal in rather the assemblage as a hole is an empty box on an existential plane.

It’s distinguishes apart - attempted as related, through tone's totality as in relationship assemblage. Between answers fails relation articulates a wavy relation, leaves fall. Then toads between external growing in which lasting hand connection assemblages protrude art.

What distinguishes an assemblage from an entity or a totality is these elements are externally relatable to parts of art answered within segments of reality, also toads. Rather than the internal relation between elements which jointly constituted a whole art installation in a box or an office. Or at last they are a mix of internal and external relationships in an office or an assemblage cottage intake.

It’s the difference between a relation which cannot exist apart, so then, fromage installations through its connection to a whole curd, as opposed to a relatively autonomous relation that can manifest in a different art form or cottage box. Thus, it is the whole that is realized through that relationship, or like these ants in the palm of their hand, they separate the mushroom from external reality.
#Dadaism #DadaistProsePoetry #ProsePoem #WordCollagePoem #WordCollage #Art #Photography #EOS #EOS90D

#Dadaist #FantasyRPG

He throws green powder at them and Osias falls. To test the magic of Borgod, the man of irony, the characters of Once Upon a Stalker escape the library and take refuge in the Forest of Peace. Our descendants of Volga have lost such protection. The blue walls, the Osau Castle, the days when I locked Malina in the library, all because of the rotten wood, the sweet smell of wood, the royal glass.

I felt a hot red hoarfrost heat. Following the summoning instructions, we went to the Shadow History Library of the Magic Crystal, and found him in the Volga Library wiping Osias. Because magic didn't work on us. Wiping the s, it's useless. The Osiax nurse, dressed in red clothes representing the ten walls, was holding the Osiax Ruby.

The important things are the sacrifice of the ship, the lost children of Borgod, the Tree of Peace, and the salvation of evil. I'm designing the work. Wiping the s. Keep the peace, restore the green sand, return the fallen towers to the ground, feed the survivors, save the Borg and his ship from eternal destruction, and restore the wise men. Live eco-friendly and save money. Our library, Borgata, Borgata Coins, Borgata, Borgata Guide. Breathe, sir. You can listen here.

A Dadaist #Parable

The betting sun rose near shim, thorns blue earth - cave in the ringvar í er omni gudurin sky, a lone dragon stood in the yellowed sun. Tau txais txoj cai. yog hloov los shadowy planets even further - Death is a great shark, the storm is stronger. The sea is like a potato rolling wire fly cutting engine haste power mule train sum ein kartoffel -

Havið er togi, og flugu skorin stýrileysur dreki sosterkari place. Hours fast! It's stronger than him. The bottom boiled—boiled, boiled, like a kókaði Botnurin — skjótir! Tað sumcake running in black mist,
it was in many, the welcome god was a rudderless dragon as strong as a ruby.

It was nor spring. They met a dragon stronger, stronger than him. He was so strong, like an onion or a ruby's tear.

The shrinking sea beneath
the black dragon was boiling-boiling, boiling,

like a kettle in the hauj lwm hloov tagnrho wind. An hour of hope and faith will crush any rojsummer qhov zoo rau lub mooswill that appears in your way - but it will do it all in an hour. An hour.

The worker comes from within - the turtle's hell is but a flickering star in the shallow pool of a goat's caress, the hand is open as the night sky.

#WordCollage #ProsePoem #ProsePoetry #DadaistParable #DadaistProsePoetry #Photography #Monochrome #MobilePhotography #Sepia
#Phoneography #DigitalArt #DadaistPoetry #Dreamscape #Dadaist