“Say, baby. Are you into the Rapture? Because that scent you’re wearing sounds just like Gabriel’s trumpet, and your eyes taste so brown they’re fixing to call me right on home to Heaven!”
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Thanks… I needed a laugh today. Really, really, really needed one.
You ate the red pills behind the couch again, didn’t you?
Man, now we’re going have to hear the dolphin whine again about the lack of Reposado and the amount of paperwork he’s going to have to fill out. Plus, you going to have to answer to some seriously pissed off sugar beets.
I hope the diarrhea is worth it.
This post is just silly! You can’t hear a smell, or taste a color!
I would like to see more posts about realistic topics, that aren’t silly, such as the adventures of the little armadillo friend of yours.
I love big, brown eyes.
Pert, big, brown eyes.
*SLAP!*
“Avocado! Yuck!”
How she heard it :
“Oh, baby, you smell to high heaven. Can I lick your eyes before they rupture?”
Sounds like something I heard at last years psilocybin festival in N California.
Note to self: don’t ask synesthetic questions right before closing time.
The Stars My Destination by Alfred Bester.
The best synæsthesia science-fiction novel ever written.
[As a side note, Bester won the first Hugo Award ever.]
Feeling blue?
Hell yes! I felt it in the stars!
Nope, tasting it.
And, obviously, it tastes like bluebird.
Sounds more like postaesthesia to me. Like a hangover.
I just læve the lægature. It looks like snakes fæcking. And it’s so delightfully pærple.
Regards,
Ræc
Fabulous!!! As someone who actually has 5 sense synæsthesia, I can fully attest to the accuracy of said pick-up line. However, the word rapture alone, for me anyway, is the color brown, plus it is a cracked coconut. While some perfumes actually do have the sound of a certain brass wind or higher pitched metallic instruments, like the triangle. But the clincher is the color and taste of eyes. For example, my spouse has blue eyes and i can smell and taste the ocean whenever I look at them and my young child has brown eyes which feel and taste like chocolate.
Although, I never got a chance to use a pick up line like that, it would never have made sense and the women would have thought I was a loon on drugs nonetheless.
Thank you for sharing this, I enjoyed it immensely.
Which tastes like… chicken?
More like spotted owl, really. Or bald eagle, except not so tough.
Regards,
Ric
Sorry to dwell on it, but I laughed as soon as I saw the ligature.
Glad you’re back.
OK. I must be a moron, but how do you do that synaesthesia thing? My A and E don’t seem to meld like yours. Is it magic?
Please! I need to be on the cutting edge!
Gabriel’s strumpet?
Synæsthesiasist!
Actually, Vladimir Nabokov claimed to have it.
OK. I must be a moron, but how do you do that synaesthesia thing? My A and E don’t seem to meld like yours. Is it magic?
Yes! Here’s the spell:
Press the ALT key and hold it down.
Type 0230 on your number keypad.
Or if you’re using a laptop that doesn’t permit that, click Start > All Programs > Accessories > System Tools > Character Map.
The æ is in with the other lower-case A’s.
Or, æ, which will give you æ.
Dammit! Sometimes Preview is NOT my friend.
That first æ should be æ!
I don’t get it…
These are better: Pick up lines