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A Guide On How To Shop In The Pias UndergrowthSo, ye need some groceries and things from the shops. But ye live in the undergrowth of Pias, so it ain’t a case of just popping to some omni-mall. What are ye going to do? Ye can’t farm cos’ the ground here ain’t gonna get enough sun, and there’s nae way in hell ye can just experiment with all the fruits of the jungle, cos’ ye value your life too much. Whatcha gonna do?
Well, good ol’ Cygno here can help ye wi’ this trusty guide! Available in all the shady places over the Kairos galaxy.  This guide here’ll tell ye all about how to find the best markets in Pias and how tae not get scammed by some scoundrel.  
First off, terribly sorry for ye bein’ here.  I dunno if ye were forced tae run from the gangs or police in Canopy City or whatever other tragedy befell ye, but sorry. Pias ain’t a holiday site once yer under the leaves, I can tell ye that fer sure.  
By the time yer readin’ this, y’l
Afterlife Astronaut“There is no God.”
“Well, you don’t know that for sure-“
“Bernard, as an AI connected to every philo-science document, every parabyte of knowledge in the Human Empire, every logic string going back to the days of the Past Colonists... I can assure you, there is no God. It has been proven.”
Bernard sighed. His helmet visor fogged up then disappeared.
“I’m not going to bother arguing with you. Soon that golden gate is going to open, and I will walk into the Kingdom of Heaven. That should be enough proof.”
The gate in question was a smooth sphere of gold, slowly rotating on an equally dull pedestal. Crystal red spires pointed at specific points on the globe.
“You just don’t want to argue with me because you are in fear of how wrong you are. And how right a computer can be.”
Jude deserved to be muted, but sass like that always kept her voice a ubiquitous presence in Bernard’s helmet. A blue flash in the top


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Peach JuiceA cloud god
spilled his sun-glass of
peach juice across the sky,
the orange frothed into
white strands
flooding into
heavenly Morse code.
The solar drink thinned
into a beard-grey
until the dome was
a glass-black sea,
the moon
an uneaten celestial crisp.
A Pile of Exiled LeavesLook:
under their father's roots,
oven-baked by progress
they stare at the stars,
ponder over their photosyn thesis'
and wonder where they'll land next.
Dry veins bringing
drought to the cuticle,
the rivers sprawling
like cobwebbed fingers
scratching cellulose into
eczema of the upper epidermis,
dirt-ink sketches bleeding softly
to the frayed edge of
mesophyllic parchment,
where Death took his scissors
and cut oblong hearts
from Life and into
the frigid air.
Dead gold,
curled up in amber wrinkles,
a million Queens of Spades
who played dead for too long.
The Plants: A FableThe plants were sick of the animals.
"They do nothing for us!" General Redwood exclaimed. "They eat us, cut us down, sit on our mangled corpses... we must do something!"
"But what?" Dandelion asked.
"Is it not obvious? We must stop our production of oxygen!"
All of the plants but Dandelion cheered. With the oxygen gone, the animals would have to either listen to the plant's demands or die!
"Are you sure...? Will this not kill us too?"
Alas, no one heard Dandelion's warning in the uproar and applause.
The next day, the plants went on strike and stopped all production of oxygen. Sure enough, panic ensued and the animals suffocated.
General Redwood held a great big party to celebrate, but no plant came over.
"Where are they all?" General Redwood asked.
"Do you not see?!" Dandelion snapped hotly. "They cannot make it because they are dead! They cannot perform respiration!"
General Redwood did not hear. He was dead, stiff and upright like a burnt bone.
"Oh you idiots!" Dandelion huffed. "Yo
Super computer finds infinityMy name is Delextro 9000. I am a super-computer with servers hooked to everything that exists.
And I have just discovered what the exact numerical position of infinity is.
The scientists are freaking out, to say the least.
“Infinity isn't a number!”
Well, clearly it is, because I've just found it. And I have all the knowledge. So, yeah.
“What if we just add one to that number, then? Surely that would show it is not the end of the number line, right?”
Yeah, try and add one to that then. After you.
“AHHHHH!”
Why yes, Dr Broxley, that is the flames of impossibility vaporizing you. You can’t go beyond the end of something. As a man of logic I thought you would understand that.
“What about negative infinity?”
Well, you see, it’s like that number I just showed you all, but with a little dash at the start.
“IT’S SO BIG AHHH WHY IS IT SO BIG AND VAST AND BEAUTIFULLY DEADLY AHHH”
Calm down there, Prof. Yuki, you don




EDIT: Oh, also! palladium-smoothie is officially a year old today, on dA and on the realitynet! ^__^ Thanks for all who have supported the crazy experimental hub that account is, haha. 
Here's his newest piece;  unoinfant {ear ur ear to my year}, dA^1me!HAPPI YEAR TO ME
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New Scottish pieces, since it's (sorta) Burns Night!

Irn BruGlistening amber,
Scottish cherry-
sherry of the North Sea.
Sunset-oil
in the veins of Scotland.
  Burns Supper, January 2015 (25th)Potato off the top of Ben Nevis,
with pepper snow.
Gold turnip. Bronze carrot.
There, the guts of Scotland,
the heart of a ram
breathing in the glens.
Chief of the pudding race.



And friendly reminder I have a remix of Kishi Bashi lyrics here;  every single HahahaI fell off the dawn of the maker and
made a mess of the parrot tree:
if you fly
into the sky,
if your body is a penny
ready to throw into the
fountain in my bellybutton,
mango trees in the radio
in the other world
would dry in song.
A man in love
is a package of delight.
Apollonian radiance.
But when you throw up the moon
the fortune of the messiah
gives hope to the progeny
and the ambitions of the survivor,
fields of beaches,
count fun too soon.
I want to bleed in the rain,
us manta rays.
Did fate mistake us
for a pair of star-crossed lovers?
In the beginning we were scrambled together,
fluffed with a feather,
and every other meal fell into shadow.
Now my state of mind
comes to the crib of my teeth
with a savoury ending.
It wasn't drowned
in salt and pepper.
I want to take you back in time
as ice
upon this win wee felt.
You felt your love for me
was a dream
so stay here, the star's lighter blue,
and plant these chocolate seeds.
Sun is faint
and in the suffering
cold and love,
love,
ou


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AyeAye12
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16. And I write stuff.
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