some Arrhé

Mahengorua, mahengorve: can mean 'fear', 'terror', 'horror', 'avidya', 'abhinevasa', 'bad', depending on context.

amangoa means 'good', but is open ended, and can be compared. There is greater and lesser amangoa

bavpua or bavpué mean 'surprise'

oggpongkoa denotes 'transcendental good'/'transcendental amangoa', which are events or experiences that are good without compare, the bright spots in dreams, the moments in our lives that we covet and are all too brief and fleeting. French translators (such as those who do not manage existence failures) typically call this one "ogg transcendantale". English translators tend to prefer things like "nirvana" or "the pong(u)ent"


oggrungkoa sort of denotes "domestic amangoa" -- or domestic bliss. (there is a glottal stop in between the g and the r", the sort of more sidereal and pedestrian kind of bliss that comes from doing something with repetition and eventually moving from incompetence, to competence, to mastery, to maintenance. This is the mundane, and likewise, French translators of Arrhé render this one as
"ogg mondaine". English translators prefer "domestic bliss" or "the rung(u)ent"

bugaboos of the undermonster.

Dozpadro of the Arschyne Highlands collected two droves, and look man, stop, I've had enough of this. I'm just sitting here at this point in the erf for Herr Mosposio and I can't be bothered to answer every meaningless query the Majordomo Brokvoom issues, in triplicate, written in Basque. I just don't have time. A fiddly one he is. All "I'm the major of the domo!" arigato Mr. Roboto he goes, pointing out naked emperors everywhere he goes. In fact, I'm fairly certain that everyone is a naked emperor to him. It's kind of scary to watch. Yesterday he interrupted a badminton game to loudly and irritatingly call a flock of starlings "a congress of naked emperors!". If he weren't the grandaunt of Lec Vronsitio he'd probably be taken to a rest area and given a hamburger.

the art of syzygy

The Lerispella of Glaunther's Aulk have a practice, they call it "the syzygy" -- it is their form of yoga. I quote from Arhulme Quaensporohenga's book "A Meek Guide to the practice of The Syzygy":

"Many things are encoded into muscle memory, typing, writing, speaking, the expression of language. But also, too, is fear. Our fears and worries are too encoded in our muscles: our muscles serve as memory proxies in a way, for the brain. A muscle perpetually tightened will accumulate scar tissue -- what they call 'adhesions' in the fascia. Memories which produce such things are locked away, not so easily accessible. Which fear is fundamental? Ask someone what they are most afraid of. What do they find themselves thinking about often. Even those without a fear of death may have another sort of fundamental fear that has been encoded into their muscles and which restricts their movement. To free one's movement one must free one's muscles from this restraint.

Furthermore, the concentration of energy in a particular part of the body may be abridged of supernatural denotations: observe that when one tightens a muscle, the body will increase blood flow to that part, therefore increasing the available carbohydrates available to the mitochondria of that part of the body. There is no need to invoke dualistic notions of life-force or whatnot. Now, the concentrations of stress in the body can easily be visualized by taking an x-ray of a person and having them in between two x-ray polarizers in much the same way that the stresses in transparent plastic may be visualized by placing the plastic in between two visual light polarizers orientated at opposite polarizations. The aim of the art of syzygy as we practice is to determine how that stress is distributed and what energy the body is applying constantly to maintain such stresses, and which stresses are superfluous and can, by this art, through careful and coordinated massage, stretching, acts of dexterity, be determined where that stress resides in the body, and how balance can be achieved by noting how the body uses energy asymmetrically, and attempting, as much as possible, organize and structure what was previously incoherent.

Self-knowledge is paramount, as well as self-awareness. Now for the first series of data tables and x-ray polarigraphs of various persons with various life histories..."

Doodles about Greater Arphrungia

Arphrungians, alloyed and annealed, strong like buckycarbon, what a noble breed of anthropomorph. They wield and yield like a mad mother just during the birth of her first child, or a nervous brain surgeon during her first callosumectomy for an epileptic. Never leave your pet news corporation and general paranoia network unaccompanied with an Arphrungian, or they will return in the morning with a more accurate and equitable arrangement more suitable for the ecumenical discourse of the commonweal. Greater Arphrungia is the nation itself, while Lesser Arprhungia consists of most of the West Bluelands in the glorious and peripatetic nation of Orpheon, and most of the Arphrungian exiles who live there live there because they cannot deal with the overwhelmingly and incapacitating level of awesome that permeates Arphrungia, so they have meandered north of the border and peacefully exiled themselves to the less awesome West Bluelands. (as certified by the International Awesomeness Rating Committee).

Arapulskietta and the Darthington Mroab

Oh, Wulsterfloygh, did you not harness the chance of the century? Did you not, in the tonnages of time, with arabesques of the purest iridium, shine like the radiant Aramhac on the fields of Lohaspo by the Arthuygnian? Oh Golloschella and the batterbonds of Cvisse did the sulferfumblers of the gorge get their reptillian revenances in order. It is a last resort of the foolish, a commandment by which our avauntular (avaunt, avaunt, exeunt!) and avuncular vice-cheeses can find solace in the grilled varieties in vacuous victuallers from here to the wilds of Sanhelamon.
If they claim that coherence is the boondoggle of the spiritually bewildered, then I must be like a tree-river on the edges of the Oceans of Reason, because, unlike the dithering lots of the clerestories and the binary enigmas of Sar Argyre, I juggle.

knerst

Aryffhon, Bthegmy & Sons has released a new hypermaterial. It's called "knerst", and is probably the least dense ultrahydrophobic material known. A cube of knerst, if the sides are smaller than 5cm, will float, on one of its corners, on water, because the knerst water interface will tend towards one of minimum surface area.

more random cosines for the Stalk of Graoulk

They are the stealers of dreams, the ribald opportunity cost of a frothy tomorrow, their foamy redoubtable and orange in the scene makes a man like a damned cabbage, oh, did you see? Were you there? Had you your assigned yoghurt and curcumin and riboflavin dyed ceremonial bloaking stoot? Did the Abbess of Prencep offer you some tea and pastries while the Madmarchmain band played its swansong for the everlasts and the thukdam appealers at the Cemetaries of the Green Fog? Oh, I may have pasted my text string on the Grand Concourse of the Schrelleng-Gloats and I may have abridged Stenuel Larancil's great work Methods in Ant-Farming, Volume 123, published by Saint Ardwunt's Press, New Stobbro, Calancishire, West Bluelands, in the great nation of Orpheon, and have made remarks that debrided the great Pustule of Simonk and bloagthrettes to his miss minister, but dost thy yield unregard my clean understumblings? Fortooth, a dental man and a lord of the manor had offered not thrice ducats to the teller, and the gone world unutterably didn't have the mustard message at the right point, I tell you did Salas Gran-Tranthessima have a whit or a wit by the distances? No! Like any good Arphrungian, Gran-Tranthessima made his living by doggerelwauling at the Strident Arms and the Ferestory of Blubitmas, and then his plomongaste did have a free pension to calculuate his infinite series. Oh! Whengfrunct saddened by the funereal dirges of greater Arphrungia.

abridged conversation

The following conversation occured between the human species (H), and the Orrhet (O) between the years of 2341 and 2839. It has been much speeded up and irrelevant material elided

(H) hello? anyone out there?
(O) hey there!
(H) eek! hi!
(O) how far have you come?
(H> sends science.math.status.report.xzr
(O) Hrm. So you've not decoded the nontrivial roots of the Zeta function. Tell you what, don't get in touch with us again until you do. Please.
(H) Uh. Okay.
200 years pass
(H) What the smoking fuck!?
(O) You finally decoded the roots? Congratz!
(H) We're still reeling. We feel that it's hard to know what to do as a civilization once you know that.
(O) We find that civilizations we encounter generally have three responses to it: They either ignore it, much to their detriment, or they embrace it, and it's good for them, and the third one we don't really understand. For what it's worth, we think you're en route to the third, so we'd appreciate it if you give some idea what you're doing as a species if it's even the slightest bit incomprehensible or hard to understand.
(H) oh ah. hold on a moment.
(O) eh?
fifty years pass
(O) you still there
(H) BEEP. We're sorry to announce that we're currently unavailable. Please leave a message after the tone. This call may be recorded for training purposes. If you are the Orrhet civilization, please decode another trillion zeros. Really. BEEP!

arakonec vharag nymor gnoem

Zorrhaia and the undersulfurily clamorous unhenging of the Framboisse menhirs made a tambourine of an eggnog, oh what hopeful prayers can the Borromoig of Flerehahon dictate to the Theungilles of Trat, a blithering, castigatingly nontransparent requests written in the forgotten languages of the Bloabfarils or the Sketternauts, oh whatever shall the greatest amongst Man or another recidivist against the cobblers who live in the Narhauspian delta, arching and mulling and making the least reprehensible shoes around Frollmep. Bresggchellior and the parhaps of goovmanagh being irritatingly painful. The choosits and their parsnips of the wurst cheese, oh, of the greatest offering which can prelapse the maids, did retell the stories about the whey and the mad mothers who occupied Glorambrulleo? Oh Pheoritte, your tresses and curls inspire madness in my mind. The shape of your closely fitting galligaskins ignites a eon ancient fire in my mind that I cannot extinguish through tea, meditation, or ribald subtractives from the neutrinos.

breaking and bending the etym.

Erekvim and Borostaub had been vacationing. Seeing the sights of the universe. The Vonksella nebula, the supernova of Blereubst +49 204(c), the collision of the gas giants Arapahim and Vlerestory, the barred spiral galaxy Yaradaff. They had seen the ice caves of Jylfrond, the carbon tetramers of Zar Ghoom and the understumblings of the Butler of Whauve Yeeks. They were getting bored. They found a travel agent in a space pod somewhere near the binary pulsars of Ghun and Mnasthar, a Tvy, one Wqa Anm Uqq, who had databases of stars and other biological phenomena, hideous and clean. "There's a yttrium casino three light weeks in the disgusting direction. Currency is yttrium atoms. They've got games of chance and games of skill. A full neuroprosthetic tennis court and a gambling hall. Not your thing? What about the Obscenarium of the Vanfooklement people of Scillio? A museum full of the most obscene concepts and artifices from eighty thousand cultures spanning the Greater Necklace galactic supercluster? You look unenthused. Hrm. What about the Zorgleqaun Voorwerp?"

"What, is a Voorwerp?"

Wqa vollued. "A Voorwerp is some random astrophysical object that we just call a Voorwerp because we don't know what it is. The word 'Voorwerp' means 'object' in some extinct anthopoesical language or other, or so the ravenous etymologists who hang outside the methane refinery tell me."

purifique untrue

imagine a pure cube of completely homogenous single isotope material, diamond, silicon, elements higher than iron being preferable since they are generally only synthesized in supernovae. Now, imagine that we could visualize the source star for each individual atom in said cube, making a complicated pattern of atoms.

astrologica Dunsillica

The Dunsil civilization of Fronthair, fifth orb from the star Lahary in the Cyrellis gigacluster, in the Undergulf of Dhriveorrhe awoke one morning and decided to sleep for a while. Alas, poor threadwright, did you read the planarian's tale, the standard archetypes being written clearly and distinctly, the Utter Woman, the Queen of Celery, The Fool, The Molecule of Benzene, the Usurer. What is your tarot reading? What is the tarot reading of the Dunsil civilization. Let us do an appropriate tarot reading and examine the astrological chart of the entire Dunsil civilization. The One of Strange Quarks, the Mad Monkeyologist, the Drake Equation Card (inverted), the Five of Neutron Stars, the Two of Sex Pheremones. Oh, what is this telling us? That the Dunsil civilization will undergo a three thousand year industrial period followed by a two hundred and fifty year period of technology before it reaches hypercivilization stage and ascends several rungs on the Kardashev ladder. That fifteen minutes before the civilization reaches the third singularity some rather damaging news will be released on the information network about a pop star. Okay, let's look at the star chart of Dunsil -- a couple of nearby blue giants, a mercury manganese star here and there. An uncomfortably close pulsar. Some unremarkable multiple star systems nearby. Nothing special. A few fun comets. An unremarkable gas giant or two. Again, nothing special. Oh, now that's interesting. There's a pulsar that's going to hit it head on in around 2 million years. A hole in one.

dialogos persulptas

Mr. Nephrium: Alack, foul Trongtep!
Ms. Pulmonones: It is a maraschino carrot! It cannot defend itself!
Mrs. Adrenarion: Caste not the Ur-Celery down, like the crasmarius, it is a bee-progeny.

Ms. Pulmonones: I could always bake a pie. Then where would all the Tomatillos be?

Mrs. Adrenarion: But you would not be a mad syllepsiologist! What would become of the disflunksions? Would they not be scattered in the wind like random Arch-Mustards?
Dr. Cerebrontosaur: Oh come now! We've had an antelope for months! We can't afford another misclassification.
Mrs. Adrenarion: But! But! But! But, the eggnunt!
Dr. Cerebrontosaur: If the carrot is celery, then the apple is a bee. Such things are plaintively true.

understudy of a bee...

Bzeud-Morry Arkyle stared blankly at the pericardium, the oozingly disobvious canter-lemper that beguiled and betrothed the Quar-Queen of all Norarstrias to the Kloongfleps of Stuk. Did such things epistle the maniac candelabras of Nozbirrt Candethec? Was such a ritornello not disambiguated by the Lortch of Glop? What did the Custard Mite of Glut have to do with the Lhovanx of Grauling? I can't answer these questions and I'm assured that neither can you. For the ribald antennules and the various tinctures of bombykol provided me by the mad apothecary didn't have a chalice or a chastrodiagostro? What Frenzulmes bide the crathuary of Dorzestro? Oh, if Sarpulmno was buried up to his lopsided cheese trapezoids in gungulf creme, did the Arabitol-Noisoxes litter up the blerebethy of the Gloipfrauds?

dialogues of the understumbled.

Arnestine Munkwine, third in line of the Lower Duchy of North Toronto, is accosted one sleepless night in the midsummer by the eigenghost of Pafnuty Tschebycheff:

ARNESTINE: I am a frond of salt! Befriend not my pants, for they are various, and possibly abscene!

PAFNUTY: Why not enjoy one of my polynomials? They are crunchy and go well with dairy products. cos(n*acos(x))?

ARNESTINE: You bleary wraith! I engender no such arch-fleuronffle! My odgeblearns are not for you understomping!

PAFNUTY: Oh, the wind on the steppe is a plural gas, and the astronomers of doom do not protect thee from with paramecium of doom.

ARNESTINE: Off with your obstreperous opprobria, foul ghost. I meander hither and thither and undergo a puncture wound on my foot from one of your unhousebroken polynomials.

defend us from the phromaglynn

Zogmunckey didn't return from the Catableps? What was the 'orizontal spoon? Can I be a sheep? Can I trade a sheep for a moose? And what of the Monmouth Mongeeses? Are they even allowed in Drydgebellow-on-Strunn? Were the cantilevers like a bridge to the remember factories or did the grain of sand cereal not include a free toy? Such questions like this do not haunt me at night. Telling the tale of the madman and the ant? The Heegner number and the CW complex.

skene arbuthnot

ANQUILA: But think of the wonderfloonts!

ASPERALDI: The wonderfloonts have no mustard!

ANQUILA: And I suppose so does Oggpongkoa?

ASPERALDI: Oggpongkoa is silent, speechless, reigning in unprofundity

ANQUILA: Do the birds twitter, do the bees google?

ASPERALDI: These things are not as a gargarice, a mouthwash, a priory, a backstabbing elemental. Ask not of them, they do not curry favor with the elementals.

ANQUILA: Then who does the sea froth for?

ASPERALDI: The sea froths for no one, nor do the stars foam for us; Such things are the warp and wooft of the world. 

ANQUILA: Will the heavens defend us?

ASPERALDI: Not from ourselves.

ANQUILA: All hope is lost! We are become our mothers!


ASPERALDI: Only if we have become our hamsters.

ANQUILA: But the ribald sconces do not betroth us to such monoliths!

staring at the sky, madness in my eye.

The Icthyyud contemplates, withdraws its energies into a small fibril of a Antaglan Goat, flies around on a neutrino whose wavefunction is oscillating, and generally not making much of a nuisance of itself, diffracts off a virtual muon in some low probability feynman diagram somewhere not twelve kiloparsecs from Foofaraw junction, splits infinitives once thought impossible, and generally doesn't know what the whelk it's doing. The Icthyyud lies dormant in an unresearched gerbe aeon by damned aeon, content in some high whittled knowledge and not on speaking terms with alef-12. Some virtumaceous claugns iffer frothingly, but the Icthyyud crosses its arms (or what it has that passes for arms) like the grand Akimbo Bimbo of Blothyugn, Naratquad Parsimmina. The Ichthyyud is massless, imaginary, effervescent, and perhaps not the best witness to long term high planning cosmic affairs, for it regards them as folly: only mere motes demand much attention by the Icthyyud: for it certain Planck intervals are desirably favorable to experience, but others are shunned for their loathsome disregard for the Icthyyud's nigh inexpressible aesthetic moieties.

questions, questions

The experimentation is a dense machinery. What is the story you wish to tell in neutrinos? Shall the riboflavin god be appeased?

radio silence for the post-prandial effusion

Nomonsafhge bellowed at the bunion, belied by the Transfurling of Yelmon's Point, at the characters did meander most mellifluously like a wild runion court stellarating the division of the punquossimas into uther yarvhels. Arsenic clepsydra in a mechanidor let me stinking cigar juice effloresce most effervescently on the pages of Prapsandraman, the philosophical guttersnondge scar pressed to the page like fire-ink in a cauldron.