A Collection Of Small, Blue Pebbles

movingcastlefleet asked: It's fractal time, what is your favorite fractal?

A cracked eggshell

WHAT

you guys that chair post a while ago look at this what I am so confused, did Mosca do this?

do you see it. DO YOU SEE WHAT IT SAYS?

movingcastlefleet asked: You have to some over to my house to try science with me. I have a few delicious ideas.

That is not a question. 

Turnip Cat Stitches The Sky On Fire

Buffalo and the sky are flying

They are cyclic with the clouds

Their wings are church pews

Kiosks for the universe, selling stars

The galaxies are beaver dams

sky and Buffalo are singing

lips made of mountains

their songs defy the wind,

feed the sun

a disk of jade

a key for disaster

to hide from something darker

had they flown

as doves fly

wound like a vine

hued purple with the juice of wine

yet to be aged

A sylph

Or maybe an ape

Holding a gun, Buffalo and the sky dive

Into fields of wheat

The woman can deduce their shadows from the golden

They are wayfarers in hiding

Sky and Buffalo preyed

Huddled in their own cliquey

Hanging to the weft of a tapestry called Earth

A far way from home

Few dreams ever escape this far

Buffalo is but a ewe

And sky a mere celestial cow

They hide their eyes

below the water

ships heading out to sea

eyes scan a horizon of sails

quivering sunlight filtering through canvas

Buffalo and sky enjoy

her silhouette

eject their voices from the

trees above her head

she is an esquire of owls

holds the key they’d hidden deeply

woe and disaster to unlock

she can defy their hiding places

Buffalo and sky are oafs

She’s sour,

Nimble femurs

Ferns in wind

Buffalo and the sky crouch in fear

The foul woman holds the key they’ve been looking for

Her roué is the rendezvous 

Light burns fovea in these eyes

A simple nod of starlight

Sky and Buffalo reach to vanquish

Stretch to end this

odd ode to theft and keys

take a long drink of kava

and sing a song to your gods 

The weeping angel you called ugly? She can’t even look at herself in the mirror. See that unemotional Cybermen? He used to be one of us. The Oods that you make fun of? They get treated as slaves everyday. The lady that you called crazy? She knows all of time and space. See the weird man with the bowtie and the fez? He’s the loneliest man in the universe. Reblog this if you’re against bullying in the Time-Space Continuum.

(Source: inkstain-, via molluskrocktime-deactivated2012)

movingcastlefleet asked: What have you learned today?

I just wrote about it on the page-thing already. QUARKS OH MY GOD

GUYS

I LIKE SCIENCE SO MUCH OH MY GOD

QUARKS HAVE FLAVOURS

SCIENCE

The color-charge of quarks is always changing. 

it has to do with continuously absorbing and emitting gluons within a hadron. 

but the hadron itself is always color-neutral because of magic. 

I think. 

enzimes. or quarks. or something. 

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