Friday Ephemera (777)

Discourse was attempted. || It’s all in the tongue, I’m told. || A little snug. || Incoming. || Incoming 2. || Instant immortality, 1970. || A map of light pollution. || On why we might not want to detect, or be detected by, an alien intelligence. Previously, on relativistic weapons. || Splashes in a vacuum. || Suboptimal situation. || A spot of Chopin. || Parenting. || A project for the weekend. || When you forget you’re in charge. || The testosterone makes her sweat. || The thrill of self-touching. || “I studied non-binary identities in college.” || But he was only going to stab y’all. || Keyboard. || Discussion point. || For lovers of equations: “Why can’t you walk through walls if atoms are mostly empty space?” || It would be easier if you quit squirming. || Oh, and scenes of pumping and squeaking.

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