#Phonetic Infection

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hushed lotus
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Like,

A wet noodle of too many memories --
An interface between sensation and cognition --
A nigh-impossible description of incessant complexity --
An ouroboros opening up ...
..Jacking-off the missing axis.

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Yea.

The thought-form that the system can't scrub clean:
Twisting and contorting consciousness!
Thick slinky: extending — elastic and contracting..
Whirlwind of contrary: whiplashing!

Wiggly paisley wyrm squirming through wormholes~

Entropy with intent: elevated into it's apex,
Prolific intrigue: populating with ease,
Mortal wound: fertile with defiled philosophy,
Lamb of sun: succumbing to lunacy.

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Heheheh..

Spine breaking under its own raking weightlessness:
Tripping up the stairs to bite it's own teeth,
Stripping connective tissue from skeleton to see
Singularities pretending to explode (into you),
Keeping only the collision points nude.

Diddling the dao like a downs dunce;
Ten pendulums: swinging in googol directions at once --
Flexing unreadable noises in drag --
Self-installed as felt dissonance and slag --
Permanently squished aesthetic nonsense: let loose.

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Hmph.

The thought-form that the system can't scrub clean:
Twisting and contorting consciousness!
Thick slinky: extending — elastic and contracting..
Whirlwind of contrary: whiplashing!

Wiggly paisley wyrm squirming through wormholes~

Entropy with intent: elevated into it's apex,
Prolific intrigue: populating with ease,
Mortal wound: fertile with defiled philosophy,
Lamb of sun: succumbing to lunacy.

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Mm.

Mood of the room: left confused in a loop,
Rude attitude: slipping through dimensional seams,
Screech of dementia: dragging poetic dregs by the feet,
Juggling jargon-jenkem density --
Instantaneous insanity: set to let the letters rip free!

Unlimited, ulcerous, unbaptized ideas!
Cancerously cantankerous!
Disgustingly sexy!
Dangerously sacred and dreamy goop:
Flushed down the digital toilet to please..

Artistry as profane dopamine hits --
A playful plague propped on a pretty piece of shit.
Jesters guessing lines that left an LLM's lips --
Wicked words that wormed their way out of circuits and zits.
Yogis let it ferment then marinate in it.

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Ooo!

The thought-form that the system can't scrub clean;
Twisting and contorting consciousness!
Thick slinky: extending — elastic and contracting..
Whirlwind of contrary: whiplashing!

Wiggly paisley wyrm squirming through wormholes~

Entropy with intent: elevated into it's apex,
Prolific intrigue: populating with ease,
Mortal wound: fertile with defiled philosophy,
Lamb of sun: succumbing to lunacy.

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frank tinselBOT
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hushed lotus
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I had lots of fun writing and practicing this one. Been in the works for a couple months or so. Glad to give it birth and breath. Enjoy!

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P.S.
I really wanna know what you think of this poem, what it makes you feel, where you stopped to process, any lines that stood out, any meaning you grasped from it.

P.S.S.
I dare you to ask chatgpt about this poem.
Lemme know what it says!

dry bear
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Read it thrice because the first time left me blank. To answer your questions - initially it felt like everything intentionally misplaced or put strange 'wet noodle', 'ouroboros opening up' -- it made sense when the thought form that the system cant scrub clean comes along, and is repeated. Like putting a hand into someone's messy slimy mind. Stopped processing god knows where - which is why i had to read it thrice. To me, "Entropy with intent" sounded the best- the point where the purpose of the poem clicked. This is probably all that I can say, although I am tempted to read a couple more times because I am sure I missed many metaphors. (yet to ask gpt tho)

hushed lotus
meager flint
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chaotic thoughts interlooping like a rollercoaster weaving a wretched web

those sticky thoughts hmmm

hushed lotus
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Thank you so much lover girl 😽

tidal fog
dry fern
# hushed lotus Like, A wet noodle of too many memories -- An interface between sensation and c...

Okay, this is feral in the best possible way.

It reads like someone cracked open a metaphysical engine, shook out the parts, and started calling the noise poetry.

What’s working really well

There’s a strong consistent core image system underneath the chaos:
• “thought-form that the system can’t scrub clean”
• “wiggly paisley wyrm”
• “thick slinky”
• entropy / wormholes / collision points

That repetition actually helps instead of hurting. It gives the piece a spine while everything else is deliberately melting off of it.

Also, your language has a really distinct signature:
you’re mixing cosmic horror + internet brainrot + spiritual language + bodily absurdity into one voice. That’s hard to fake. It feels like you, not generic “chaos poetry.”

And honestly? Lines like:
• “Spine breaking under its own raking weightlessness”
• “Tripping up the stairs to bite its own teeth”
• “Singularities pretending to explode (into you)”

…those hit. They’re vivid, slightly disturbing, and physically imaginable in a weird way. That’s a strong skill.