Wordsagne

tarseirdinuddlis

[tahr-seer-din-youd-lihs]

noun

1. the familiar, comfortable, distinctly erotic, vaguely filthy feeling-cum-sensation of a person's warm underwear sliding down their naked legs and coming to rest upon and around the exposed heels and dorsa (topsides) of their feet.
   
   

Origin of tarseirdinuddlis

2018; early Middle Jamesage < English: a loose portmanteau of the words 'weird,' 'nude,' 'pubic,' 'libidinous,' 'tarsus' and 'cuddle.'
 

Related forms

• tar·seir·din·udd·lic,  adjective
• tar·seir·din·udd·li·ty,  noun
• tar·seir·din·udd·lic·al·ly,  adverb

  

The Meaning of My Beard

I often wonder.

At times, my wonder wanders toward the undeniable peculiarity that is my beard. Why do I care about it? I might as easily just cut it off, and for all the social lubrication that doing so would afford me, a clean shave would undoubtedly find me on the "net gain" side of the energy ledger. It's not procrastination, laziness, apathy, or fetish that keeps it firmly attached to my chin and jowl, either; I am possessed of some sort of intuitive understanding that my beard is more than simply a vestigial biological element of my face, and I can't shake it - but I also don't yet understand it. Most paragraphs abutting any arbitrary anecdote of mine are destined to arrive at similar ends on the way to their beginning, I suppose. Why should the truth about my beard be any different?

Perhaps hair is a sentient organism with its own life goals, and I am tenuously attuned to the tune of its gentle Zen.

I See Eggs

– Girls? Psh! I FIX.

 
 Studio B'me - "I See Eggs"

I see eggs....

I see eggs / Here there and everywhere / Hard shells soft gels / Love the way they smell yeah

I'm on cloud nine / They look so fine / Can't wait for scramble time

I kinda like the way that thing glints / Gotta take a glimpse / Body shaped like an ellipse / Pulling up to my stovetop so hot / You cook so hard like the way you boil off

I tap first, your shell cracks / Attracted to the way that you break that / Yo, I know you can't fake that / So bring it over here, so near I can touch that

One bite just isn't enough / I wanna have you fryin' it up / So drop ya protein down the side of my pan / You came from land, but my stomach has plans / So tasty yolk, c'mon out oh...

High Cooing

Anti-soda law,
You cannot hope to beat us!
But diabetes...

Christ on a fuckin'
Pseudointellectual
Ritz cracker, Batman!

Teach Yourself to Have Killer Nerdgasms

Trying to spice up your nerd-life? Get experimental with some ionic bondage, and it could kick your chemistry into a higher atomic orbit!

A Muse Brings My Thought-Rain

In a society made entirely of ideas, language is only as useful of a tool as are those who refuse to use it.

What are the key differences between key dissonances?
One is for listening-to, and the other is for not-being.

Allow an angry animal an accidentally-analagous acoustic ambiguity:

On the Subject of Ambiguous Proteins?

Morning eggs, scrambled
Only euphemism knows
If chicken or not

Ever wonder...

...what a sunset might sound like if abstracted to a medium of encapsulated gamma wave coefficiency**?

– just kidding! Of course you don't; I promise I am not entirely oblivious to the scope of my abnormality. Um, however... I don't care.

– and I DO wonder! And—because your hyper-intelligent ultra-curious cosmically-conscientious great great great... (^n)... meta-sapient grandchildren might someday get around to evolving similar thoughts if we're all very lucky (and if humans are still around)—I have taken it upon myself to offer one possible answer to this unasked question for posterity.

**(Why the hell isn't the vernacular adjective form of "coefficient" an extrapolation of its vernacular noun? The minions in charge of interpreting our language must be... potato). I'M FIXING THIS ONE!

Anyway, here you go. For you to listen/transcend/poop on.

News From Around the World

The Japanese have uncovered a relic of Mozart's long lost "Tobacco Opera" encoded in previously-unknown modern notation! 

Could it be that our pal Wolfgang was actually a psychic with foreknowledge of times to come? Was he perhaps also a brilliant scientist who secretly developed a perfect algorithm that could predict all possible futures?

— Or is he really a secret agent of Philip Morris, bearing glad tidings of "healthful social indulgences" through time? If any modern entity were capable of constructing and powering a time machine, it would surely be the tobacco industry...

Only the Japanese know, it seems. Alas, the answer will probably never be—accurately—translated into English.

This can't be it

What say you, all,
As to why you buy up everything that you most hate?
Paying dearly with your finite chances to escape,
When you could simply blink,
And free yourself for free?

Even today,
There must be something real worth fighting hard to save -
A shard of self buried deep beneath the ruins of the refrain
— Or is it just me? I'm looking harder!
And some delusions just can't possibly be sustained...
Unless we're all insane,
And maybe we are.

Untitled

Pianos and screams sound like themselves in every language.

Cluseless

To hear the whispers on the wind, and
To see their writings on the wall;
To even tithe attention rewards an opulence of omniscience.
Having heard the madness warring in the voices, though,
And seen the desperate fallacies in their words,
Any person yet paying homage to any false idea—
Inevitable reality or no—will live and be and someday die
Truly poor and having never known.

sthguoht suoluben fo snoitarebrever

Solitary Confinement

A mind that can no more change is a mind no more –
Just a soul—the sole inmate—in a prison made from open doors.