Who am I missing on this account? Away for 5 months.

Until mastodon.social is back up, I must go back to lipogramy.

Is anybody ouliposting in francais? It looks hard.

@aparrish cast in 21st c. way: "contractor, staff, administrator, and board of cups", say

--How many strata of lipograms do you support?
--Uh, about four or six right now, moy droog
--O, sad isomorphism to a tiny baby, watch this:

...woman in my past said that it is I who this world is gonna roll, that I ain't as sharp as you'd probably want, as tools go. This woman was looking kinda dumb, raising—atop bangs and brows—a digit and thumb to form an "L."

sitting with this civic's inspiring first stitching. visiting siblings insist, thriving in finding hijinks: stitch-kink. nitwits, bigwigs still inhibit I's illicit bliss.
(writing with @ginkgocat)

Look. I'm just a man. I won't say that — if only as a thought, a notion, a faint spark of imagining — it is not (on occasion!) on my mind. But in such an august institution as this? To sully what is possibly that thing to honor most?

So, no, buddy. You cannot fuck our flag. And you know what? If I am to look in a mirror tomorrow, nor can I.

A visitor cannot fuck Ross's historic flag; nor can a voluntary curatorial assistant. I found a truly astonishing proof of this proposition that this margin is too narrow to contain

“I’m tracking your bioindicators, including how fast you say anything, so go as quick as you can.”


“You go on a school history trip. In a hall full of historical artifacts a flag is hanging on a wall.”

“What flag?”


“What flag?”

“It’s not important what flag it is, this is all imaginary…”

“But why am I looking at it?”

“It’s a famous flag. It’s historical. Who knows…So you look up at it and it just falls.”

“You think up all this, buddy, or is this from a book or what?”

“That flag falls right in front of you. It’s touching your foot. It’s just asking for anybody to pick it up and fuck it. But it can’t do that on its own. Not without you. But you won’t fuck it.”

“Whaddya saying, I’m not fucking it…?”

“I’m saying you won’t fuck that flag! Why is that? Why won’t you fuck it?…”

An angry look.

“It’s just a prompt. To fill you in, it is from a book. It’s aim is to stir you up.”

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@mus @JWallis As GP would, I think it good to A Void folk who poo-poo our toots. 😏

Awkward grammar appalls a craftsman. A dada bard as daft as Tzara damns stagnant art and scrawls an alpha (a slapdash arc and backwards zag) that mars all stanzas and jams all ballads(what a scandal). A madcap vandal crafts a small black ankh - a hand stamp that can stamp a wax pad and at last plant a mark that sparks an ars magna (an abstract art that charts a phrasal anagram). A pagan skald chants a dark saga (a Mahabharata), as a papal cabal blackballs all annals and tracts...

An Oulipian instantiation limiting posts to 140 glyphs

@prawnwarp an additional constraint: "you won't obtain any aid from support, plus lots of nazis"

@prawnwarp cool thought, what if a bonus constraint was arranging posts at random, not chronological?

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