A Matter of Mind - A Chaos;Head, Chaos;Child Comparison - YouTube https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RPiyo7t29BQ

METAHEADCANON: Harmon’s Head - An 8 Circuit Model of Community http://www.metaheadcanon.com/2018/02/harmons-head-8-circuit-model-of.html

The Bamboo Flutes of Japan‘s ’Monks of Emptiness‘ - Atlas Obscura https://www.atlasobscura.com/articles/komuso-flute-monk-japan-basket-head-zen-buddhism

Made something because my head was on sideways all day.

Some dead bodies donated to research in US end up in warehouses of horrors | Ars Technica https://arstechnica.com/science/2017/10/how-much-for-your-head-unregulated-us-brokers-make-killing-on-donated-bodies/

LED wallpaper that tracks your head’s position and displays sun and stars as if the walls were transparent

Returning from her trip, she opens her eyes, reaches under her pillow, pulls out a severed elf head oozing technicolor↵↵”I got their king”

Piloting an exosuit, looking down at your own body, wondering which of these heads is itching

frankly I can’t hear you over the sound of memes copulating in my head

A kaleidoscope but for removing symmetry, giving trees multiple trunks and humans multiple heads, shuffling around their eyes and limbs

with your knife of song, cut off a small river arm, braid it, wear it as a wreath and watch fishes poke their heads out of it

One of the most common yet understudied cryptids, nobody’s ever seen anything of the text cursor except its head and footprints.

clean holes appear in his limbs, torso, head, allow you to see through him as they widen↵one arm, disconnected, begins to move on its own

“Sit still”, they say as they measure your head, “Yes, perfect, we have just the place for you, you’ll fit in great”

a system of linguistics/syntax based on bodies instead of grammar trees, with head, heart, limbs

@freemor@freemor.homelinux.net Thanks for the pointer to heads. Didn’t know that tails uses nonfree software.

@freemor@freemor.homelinux.net Thanks for the pointer to heads. Didn’t know that tails uses nonfree software.

dreams waft off her head, slowly circle it, luminous fog tendrils and klein bubbles, prisms and tiny dragons caught within

They’re parading the referee’s severed head across the field, crowd’s going wild, the cheerleaders have become an orgiastic mass of flesh

The kingdoms inside your head send emissaries to offer fresh insights, dazzling mindgems, the cutest tulpas, all to make you think of them

Every once in an aeon, the turtle will turn its head to graze on its back and condemn millions to live within the cave systems of its belly.

Two black holes merging, and a civilization moving to higher radio frequencies as it heads towards singularity, sound fundamentally the same

actually, you can kill a hydra, just sew on enough heads to cancel out the existing ones

Unlucky birds have gotten stuck in the bubble, heads preserved like in amber, tails rotted off. They form a halo of feathers and skeletons.

lying beside him, you hear the furnace in his stomach, his slow breathing, gears whirring inside his head, springs winding up again

The palace walls are made from the heads of his enemies. As you walk past, they mouth insults at you, beg for mercy, gibber without voice,

ground down to sand, it is nearly as yielding as the fluid, but if you dip your head in it, sharp edges will rend your thought like shrapnel

She has her head in the clouds, can’t get out, is floating, her legs treading air. A crunching sound and she grows still.

a wellspring on the giant’s head ends in a waterfall that looks like white hair as it descends

She spreads her arms, begins chanting, carmine flames of cloth snake out of her dress, float upwards, surround an unseen light over her head

dwarf storms reach about 1m in size and are popular pets, especially in summer when they settle on your head and keep it cool

He’s so tired that as he sits down, his head and limbs detach and roll across the room (some mornings, he puts on the arms the wrong way)

You stepped through a hidden door and ended up behind the firmament: The stars are below you but loom in negative distances, your head hurts

Grow leather from lab cultivated samples of your own skin, tailor clothes from it, wear a second face on the back of your head

The French counter-revolution has its best surgeons put the heads back on the bodies, in fact you’ll get an extra head if you ask nicely.

Masks orbit and obscure his head. One eclipses his face and stays in place: a smile, currently. Only his eyes shine through in bright red.

Telling these from actual humans is easy though: They leave through the nose when threatened. So make sure to pat your friends on the head!

At some point we finally found, hidden in Earth’s pouch, Atlantis and its pattern-skinned natives, covered head to toes in their script.

“Lovecraftian bubblewrap uses child’s heads for bubbles. Popping them proves irresistible, the sound is extra juicy. [Every ‘pop’ a kid!]”

the god of the city wanders between skyscrapers, buildings aging by decades under its gaze, a dozen street signs sprouting from its head

the robots are bulletproof, but their heads make a satisfying ping when a bullet hits↵so fire away and play the soundtrack of your death

A glance up to your room’s light: The marbles orbiting your head align to eclipse it and the moths stand out against the shadows.

As he is sitting on the chair, his arms and legs are dissolving into a swarm of colibris that settles on his head like a feathery crown.

Or we can use it to refback. Every time you mention somebody you send a HEAD with your twturl in the referer to her adddress. Any ideas?

Or we can use it to refback. Every time you mention somebody you send a HEAD with your twturl in the referer to her adddress. Any ideas?

snow is falling in my mind, muffling any noise↵silence↵↵but the world returns↵I shake my head vigorously to stir up the snow once more

I put my hat on a mannequin and my pet slime mold creeps out, engulfs its head and vanishes into the joints. The mannequin shudders to life.

Too sick to go working. I’m heading back to bed.

Too sick to go working. I’m heading back to bed.

@allgebrah “it sounded great in my head!” “it’s not how you english though!”

From her head grow timelines, she twirls them in her fingers and braids them by the mirror.

Lay down on the noise floor, let yourself sink into its fuzzy depths, watch the spikes grow over your head. Reemerge.

Reluctantly, you slide your head into the opening, feel the lock’s pins bump against your memories. You turn, and hear a vast latch unlock.