Matera the Mad @matera@mastodon.sdf.org

She lives in a tree
sleeps in the winter
wakes in the springtime
sings with my voice

Birds are her children
wild beasts her sons
the sea is her daughter
mother of all

Rain is her house
clouds the roof of it
many her windows
lit by the moon

She walks in the meadows
clad only in wind
sweet rivers pour down
from her mountains

When people lived real lives, they didn't need an ad to tell them they needed a bucket to fetch water.

Words are little clamps we put on thoughts to stop the bleeding.

Winning at Solitaire is like having your faith in humanity restored. It only lasts until the next deal.

MtM Lessons of Solitaire

When you speak of "thinking outside the box" you ignore one very important thing: The box is yours. You created it.

In reality, there is no box.

It snew last night

has anybody seen my land legs?

oh scrak I just got reminded I have a silly laptop moving job tomorrow. donask.

Damn Robet Silverberg, my eyes are falling out. Forgot how hooked I get on awesome visual prose.

halp i can't stop reading

Now if my fewn meows, I'll know it's my sister calling.

I kinda knew what that .emz file was all about, but I opened a VM with M$Orifice installed anyway. Thinking about being a mite snarky with the sender of a text image in such a sillyass format.

Text in images is an abomination anyway.

fedi leads me astray again

All human beans have a right to life, liberty, and a good, varied diet of cannabinoids.

Talked to my sister on the fewn for an hour and a half.

😘 ☎️

Email is obviously from an oblivious Micro$hit user if it has an .emz file in it.

Maybe I'll just sleep through today

If I sleep