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#thanks for visiting!#atlas 9 #kansas city

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sat around in the theatre too long and got jumpscared with a movie poster featuring the tumblr sword grandma from 2023?? what is she doing there??

Fighting evil of course! You can find the poster in the lobby as well.

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Sword of Martha seems like a super gonchable movie if anyone’s interested 👀

sat around in the theatre too long and got jumpscared with a movie poster featuring the tumblr sword grandma from 2023?? what is she doing there??

Fighting evil of course! You can find the poster in the lobby as well.

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KC native here, i would buy one of the scavengers plushes you had in the claw machine so quick if they were in the gift shop! i kept on trying till i ran out of quarters.

I will pass that feedback along! Thank you for visiting!

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They are available in the online shop, if you still want one!

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KC native here, i would buy one of the scavengers plushes you had in the claw machine so quick if they were in the gift shop! i kept on trying till i ran out of quarters.

I will pass that feedback along! Thank you for visiting!

33 likes, 0 comments - atlas9.kc on August 6, 2025: "Atlas9 is now on TikTok! Will TikTok stick around? Who knows. But neither did VHS, and

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#atlas9 #kansas city #coming soon

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Soo Sunny Park (b. Seoul, Korea) - Unwoven Light at Rice University’s Rice Gallery in Houston, Texas. Composed of 37 individual sculptural units, the installation uses iridescent plexi-glass embedded in pieces of a chain link fence to cast shimmering, colorful reflections across the spacious gallery.

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Look, sometimes god lifts you, its palm dry enough to be rock, to be the sun-leathered skin of those who never got to cross the big grey stone and as pink as their outside insides, and suddenly you're taking the biggest leap yet and your legs aren't even moving. Some part of you - not memory but the ghosts of many deaths worn into you through generations - understands danger, understands long, thin beaks and sharp claws, but this god has none. A fresher, fragile ghost whispers light, the long grey stone's flash-noise reckoning that raptures and unmakes and doesn't stop to notice.

This one stops. Its soft claws are dry as death but it doesn't squeeze them shut, doesn't communicate its wants as violence. You are floating softly into light and for once none of it kills you. Who am I, little creature, to deny you miracles.