update from sparkleup

stream.md

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 # Stream notes
 
-* Patreon.com/Makyo
-* [X] Mic
-* [X] Camera
-* [X] Music: soundtracks
+Welcome to the writing stream! I'll be trying to keep a list of what all I'm doing here below. If you're interested in getting access to such not mediated through a screen, you can always check me out on Patreon at Patreon.com/Makyo - I have non-Patreon options available as well!
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+* [ ] Mic
+* [ ] Camera
+* [X] Music: postrock
 * [X] Tea interruptions
 * [X] Editing - Qoheleth
 * [?] Multistream

writing/post-self/qoheleth/Ioan/001.md

@@ -11,7 +11,7 @@ But to have one that just barged in on eir vision and endocrine system like this
 
 At least ey didn't have to get out of bed to deal with it.
 
-The opacity on the message was turned up high so that even in eir dark room with eir eyes closed (and heart still pounding), ey could see the fox. Bipedal, dressed sharply. It was sitting on a plain wooden chair situated in an empty room. The room had wood floors the same color as the chair. Something light, maple or pine. The walls were concrete where they weren't glass. Outside the glass was a sere short-grass prairie, a cloudy day.
+The opacity on the message was turned up high so that even in eir dark room with eir eyes closed (and heart still pounding), ey could see the fox. Bipedal, dressed sharply. It was sitting on a plain wooden chair situated in an empty room. The room had wood floors the same color as the chair. Something light, maple or pine. The walls were concrete where they weren't glass. Outside the glass was a sere shortgrass prairie, a cloudy day.
 
 The combination of the fox's white fur, glistening and iridescent, combined with the room and landscape was all so painfully postmodern. Ey didn't think emself much of a pomophobe, but this was...intense, to say the least.
 

writing/post-self/qoheleth/Ioan/002.md

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 Ioan\#c1494bf found emself twenty meters in front of a squat, flat house.
 
-It was as modern on the outside as it had appeared on the inside: a concrete block, a thick wrap-around patio covered by cantilevered eaves, floor to ceiling glass for walls. Ey wouldn't be surprised if the far side of the buiding --- ey couldn't see it very well, with the slope of the short-grass prairie it huddled on --- jutted out at some crazy angle.
+It was as modern on the outside as it had appeared on the inside: a concrete block, a thick wrap-around patio covered by cantilevered eaves, floor to ceiling glass for walls. Ey wouldn't be surprised if the far side of the buiding --- ey couldn't see it very well, with the slope of the shortgrass prairie it huddled on --- jutted out at some crazy angle.
 
 Smiling ruefully, ey walked up toward the house. Ey had eir own aesthetic. Ey knew the trappings. Might as well own it.
 

writing/post-self/qoheleth/RJ/016.md

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 So ey created.
 
-The far wall of eir London flat was gone now, opening out onto the open space behind eir childhood home. The comfort of one home leading directly out onto the comfort of the next. The smooth hardwood floor, worn almost to softness by decades of use, transitioned smoothly to short-grass prairie. Ey could sit at eir desk chair --- remolded to accommodate a fox's tail --- and watch the turbines turn laconically in the breeze.
+The far wall of eir London flat was gone now, opening out onto the open space behind eir childhood home. The comfort of one home leading directly out onto the comfort of the next. The smooth hardwood floor, worn almost to softness by decades of use, transitioned smoothly to shortgrass prairie. Ey could sit at eir desk chair --- remolded to accommodate a fox's tail --- and watch the turbines turn laconically in the breeze.
 
 When ey slept, and ey did, ey would bring about sunset. Had the day been clear, clouds would move in. Not many, but enough to pick up a riot of colors as the light dipped from white down through yellow, orange, red, salmon, purple... And then the sun would be down and ey would sit on the threshold of the two worlds, of the two times and two universes, and enjoy the scents and sounds that night brought em. Dream senses. Heightened senses as a fox might have.