David ☤ Sater
@dastardlyds.bsky.social
mythographer, artist & aspiring achemist ~+~
cheq out my new book :: the archaeus of water
developing a new hermetic philosophy +
linktr.ee/dastardlyds
cheq out my new book :: the archaeus of water
developing a new hermetic philosophy +
linktr.ee/dastardlyds
roots creak, they're known for that in this country. sprites like iridescent fruit juice watch from grey nooks. snarl of a tiger reverberating through the forest. merlin nursing a cut on his thumb. green blood ? a false heart of the forest being quarried. a fish flies from a monkey hand
July 9, 2025 at 2:24 PM
roots creak, they're known for that in this country. sprites like iridescent fruit juice watch from grey nooks. snarl of a tiger reverberating through the forest. merlin nursing a cut on his thumb. green blood ? a false heart of the forest being quarried. a fish flies from a monkey hand
merlin is on wild mode. incommensurate with the trees. hunting melons
the speargun & the plum , those mortal enemies
the mist is discussing its mutiny, summer plans, a convertible & a french spouse. the poet taliesin in the fog searching for his old master. that silver haired iguana
the speargun & the plum , those mortal enemies
the mist is discussing its mutiny, summer plans, a convertible & a french spouse. the poet taliesin in the fog searching for his old master. that silver haired iguana
July 9, 2025 at 2:18 PM
merlin is on wild mode. incommensurate with the trees. hunting melons
the speargun & the plum , those mortal enemies
the mist is discussing its mutiny, summer plans, a convertible & a french spouse. the poet taliesin in the fog searching for his old master. that silver haired iguana
the speargun & the plum , those mortal enemies
the mist is discussing its mutiny, summer plans, a convertible & a french spouse. the poet taliesin in the fog searching for his old master. that silver haired iguana
copper in the news. ol good serpent of aphrodite weaves through the sternum , ol crab ! , cupped by aesculapius . died & reborn in a museum of ur life. the racecar is wheezing out of breath . not long for this world. images beading up from the ground. silver today ?
July 9, 2025 at 2:08 PM
copper in the news. ol good serpent of aphrodite weaves through the sternum , ol crab ! , cupped by aesculapius . died & reborn in a museum of ur life. the racecar is wheezing out of breath . not long for this world. images beading up from the ground. silver today ?
a golden haired monkey is juggling green melons. lightning claps though the day is soft blue. o yr beneficence. twin ministers are bending to his ear, desturdying his cochleal hairs. the lazuli lion does not look up. dentures are sitting on the table. close this
April 4, 2025 at 11:33 PM
a golden haired monkey is juggling green melons. lightning claps though the day is soft blue. o yr beneficence. twin ministers are bending to his ear, desturdying his cochleal hairs. the lazuli lion does not look up. dentures are sitting on the table. close this
a thousand holderlins the size of soup spoons are concerned.
the jade emperor turns his head as glacial lead, looking over his shoulder in the time it takes planets to orbit. a star minister is caught stuffing food into his pants. an inclement couple startled enfriscolante , you know what i mean
the jade emperor turns his head as glacial lead, looking over his shoulder in the time it takes planets to orbit. a star minister is caught stuffing food into his pants. an inclement couple startled enfriscolante , you know what i mean
April 4, 2025 at 11:27 PM
a thousand holderlins the size of soup spoons are concerned.
the jade emperor turns his head as glacial lead, looking over his shoulder in the time it takes planets to orbit. a star minister is caught stuffing food into his pants. an inclement couple startled enfriscolante , you know what i mean
the jade emperor turns his head as glacial lead, looking over his shoulder in the time it takes planets to orbit. a star minister is caught stuffing food into his pants. an inclement couple startled enfriscolante , you know what i mean
a javoli minister nearly chokes on a grape spitting up wheat in his smile. the ludicros dark orb speeds off, exacting a hole through a red curtain. the waiters in attendance balance their trays. a bill will arrive or never. the party lifts a gauze which reveals the guan yin goddess of mercy
April 4, 2025 at 11:25 PM
a javoli minister nearly chokes on a grape spitting up wheat in his smile. the ludicros dark orb speeds off, exacting a hole through a red curtain. the waiters in attendance balance their trays. a bill will arrive or never. the party lifts a gauze which reveals the guan yin goddess of mercy
the stallion wheys and knocks over of the long tables. caligula laughs out of turn with his expectation. seeing is startled from the eyes, whos orbs rock for a second. what stories have you heard ? have you heard this one about corporeality? that it's real ? the monkey king laughs, greyhairs
April 4, 2025 at 11:22 PM
the stallion wheys and knocks over of the long tables. caligula laughs out of turn with his expectation. seeing is startled from the eyes, whos orbs rock for a second. what stories have you heard ? have you heard this one about corporeality? that it's real ? the monkey king laughs, greyhairs
what is it we learn from each other ?
March 30, 2025 at 5:13 PM
what is it we learn from each other ?
hastings has fallen again. ms lemon. a.o. writes the book. i am willingly poisoned by fish. the bell's logic . finality never arrives. a show we cant remememeber
March 30, 2025 at 5:11 PM
hastings has fallen again. ms lemon. a.o. writes the book. i am willingly poisoned by fish. the bell's logic . finality never arrives. a show we cant remememeber
having governed the slim torifont the italics of organs and lifepepper'd blood, the salsa of ideas with range in heat. the thousand peppers of the buddha's hand. such citrus . wanting grounds. the detective spares the pipe but not the mustache. an opening the ghandarvas never miss
March 30, 2025 at 5:06 PM
having governed the slim torifont the italics of organs and lifepepper'd blood, the salsa of ideas with range in heat. the thousand peppers of the buddha's hand. such citrus . wanting grounds. the detective spares the pipe but not the mustache. an opening the ghandarvas never miss
what is it to have said ? we take the telescope but do not see that it is kaleidic - how close the stars. new taste. the saints are active in the garden. the jobs all fertile with yoga and parking tickets for the metaphysical chassis. terremoto. what is fear ?
March 30, 2025 at 5:03 PM
what is it to have said ? we take the telescope but do not see that it is kaleidic - how close the stars. new taste. the saints are active in the garden. the jobs all fertile with yoga and parking tickets for the metaphysical chassis. terremoto. what is fear ?
that oldest televsion. belief releases the roosters in the church. poirot unforceful is never wrong. tisan of ultimate action. the words like wooden tibetan books mill
March 30, 2025 at 4:55 PM
that oldest televsion. belief releases the roosters in the church. poirot unforceful is never wrong. tisan of ultimate action. the words like wooden tibetan books mill
have u ever seen me ? have i ever seen u ? expositive articles of the bones , contours of the face. lose me in the footrace of the forest. trees outlayer their garments, integua. 'the first become last' the buddha sips ricemilk, and can remember the chicken bones. olde television
March 30, 2025 at 4:52 PM
have u ever seen me ? have i ever seen u ? expositive articles of the bones , contours of the face. lose me in the footrace of the forest. trees outlayer their garments, integua. 'the first become last' the buddha sips ricemilk, and can remember the chicken bones. olde television
the swashbuckler's sword slice air and tetherment, hairy toad on the watermill wheel. sprites check rooms. the old opera. flour in the air. explosions from the layered horizon in soft arcs. black liver, teacup. nero in the cloud watches through his emerald. pocket.
March 30, 2025 at 4:42 PM
the swashbuckler's sword slice air and tetherment, hairy toad on the watermill wheel. sprites check rooms. the old opera. flour in the air. explosions from the layered horizon in soft arcs. black liver, teacup. nero in the cloud watches through his emerald. pocket.
the mystery made new. spanning across the thousand aeons. manifest floss. how wide the gise and smoltering, passing through coalfilmed time
January 20, 2025 at 9:18 PM
the mystery made new. spanning across the thousand aeons. manifest floss. how wide the gise and smoltering, passing through coalfilmed time
how does a chain work ?
December 31, 2024 at 6:37 PM
how does a chain work ?
the boddhistava's hand - the palm of the spine, with most gentle of posture. the friends are approaching through the dull sparked grey of the day. eternity to get here. feathers in the blanket. notyetdie , the dice bouncing between its numbers, undetermined
December 31, 2024 at 6:34 PM
the boddhistava's hand - the palm of the spine, with most gentle of posture. the friends are approaching through the dull sparked grey of the day. eternity to get here. feathers in the blanket. notyetdie , the dice bouncing between its numbers, undetermined
the searching , osthanes in the garment ~+~ pile of memories , fabric. woolen nights of the joyful sea. the cavitations of the stone heart, bubbles. priest of misease and ease of deliverance in rest. the tiger blocking the path. the truth of its color.
December 31, 2024 at 6:32 PM
the searching , osthanes in the garment ~+~ pile of memories , fabric. woolen nights of the joyful sea. the cavitations of the stone heart, bubbles. priest of misease and ease of deliverance in rest. the tiger blocking the path. the truth of its color.
then the scale in the sky , kin of the arabic scorpion's hands, dust in the broom - cities under the sands. porch of lost lies. heart that knows friends. bilge of the pelican bollance of wings, visioning a perfect balance without sight. not much that is missing
December 31, 2024 at 6:30 PM
then the scale in the sky , kin of the arabic scorpion's hands, dust in the broom - cities under the sands. porch of lost lies. heart that knows friends. bilge of the pelican bollance of wings, visioning a perfect balance without sight. not much that is missing
when hail has the taste of apples, in fresh sound , & the horse is resurrected from its assurances . and bead and bean are indistinguishable in the grey ultramariner's light
December 31, 2024 at 6:26 PM
when hail has the taste of apples, in fresh sound , & the horse is resurrected from its assurances . and bead and bean are indistinguishable in the grey ultramariner's light