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@dream-as-life
Where are yall writing?
"omg you remembered!" of course i did. I have a file on you
retro sabi
My dear hometown.
downloading my pdfs and epubs so i can always never read them
s1
theyre taking your ass to rabbit kindergarten
mentally im here
I've got a very Dead Dove idea involving Gössen' brothers (and probably Momma Gössen too) thanks to my 9 am psychoanalysis class...
ME SAT AND PATIENTLY WAITING UNTIL DINNER IS SERVED
Oh bestie I just know Freud would have tons of inspiration from this fucked family and he would enjoy it too
For rn I have to do some study to write it down, but if some day I get it done I promise I'll post it
‼️ Alert ‼️
I have no idea how to write poetry, hence this post is rather experimential, “surprisingly” dedicated to my most beloved police officers:
***
Her ashen hair, and eyes in shades of cognac,
Her dry, thin lips, and smile that makes me weak.
Oh, I have cried for love as marooned maniac,
Until I leaned my face against her gentlest cheek.
Then blood within my veins began to rush,
As though it fled the ultraviolet rays
That might turn liquid into the darkest tusche,
And then conduct it into cordial ways.
My dearest woman saw throughout my inner self.
I was afraid that she might drown in darkest bile.
My Frau commissar, albeit, has proved herself
That truth remained unspoken only for a while.
Her shade now follows me from job to home,
But then evaporates into the densest fog,
Until I fell upon my knees, and in the most perverted form
Of touch become to beg her like a hungry dog.
And then she stripped me of my rusty armour.
There’s nothing I could do to stop her hands.
By blood and sweat, with help of copper hammer,
She forged my heart out of the solid glands.
Now she and I against the world of justice,
Since no one really knows what is it all about.
Through years of tears and long, exhausting practice,
I finally have found my first and only love.
***
Remark to the second stanza: Contrary to the common misconception perpetuated by cinema, ultraviolet radiation (which is often employed by forensic investigators during crime scene examination for bloodstain detection) does not cause blood to fluoresce. Instead, haemoglobin absorbs much of the incident ultraviolet radiation, causing blood to appear almost coal-black against surface that reflect or fluoresce more readily. (Blood may fluoresce under other wavelengths or with help of certain chemical regents, but ultraviolet light itself is not responsible for that effect).
This phenomenon inspired the metaphor of “the darkest tusche”. Once blood has been revealed, it betrays Gedeon’s feelings by rushing to his heart and quickening its rhythm, which might eventually cause some intimidating consequences… as, say, falling in love.
This image seemed to me quite pertinent, since both Ellie and Gedeon, by virtue of their profession, would be familiar with such forensic phenomena.
Thanks for your attention 🙂↕️
YOU SAY THAT YOU DON'T KNOW HOW TO WRITE POETRY AND THEN POST A MASTERPIECE OF POETRY THAT EVEN MAKES SHAKESPEARE WALLOW IN HIS GRAVE?!?!
No but... I'm honestly speechless I NEED YOU TO TEACH ME HOW TO WRITE LIKE YOU DO
Oh, you flatter me, little mistress…
Actually, thank you so much for your response! I have been doubting for a while before posting this, since English is obviously not my native language and I’ve never written anything serious in it before
NO BUT I DON'T MIND ENGLISH NOT BEING YOUR NATIVE LANGUAGE OR MISTAKES AT ALL.
Like, had you seen my own English? It sucks, it's full of mistakes, and I'm not a native either. But it doesn't stop me from trying and writing what I love because first the world (me) needs more Der Pass content, ans second you write so beautifully and ALSO YOUR DRAWINGS ARE SO WONDERFUL that it always stays with me whenever I remember that there are other people creating art for me indulge (cof cof @mjuuuk cof cof)
Have a little more of faith on yourself because you're doing so well with English and things. I would also encourage you if you wrote in your native language too (I have God and a translator on my side, I'm literally invincible) like literally this is me whenever i see you posting anything
‼️ Alert ‼️
I have no idea how to write poetry, hence this post is rather experimential, “surprisingly” dedicated to my most beloved police officers:
***
Her ashen hair, and eyes in shades of cognac,
Her dry, thin lips, and smile that makes me weak.
Oh, I have cried for love as marooned maniac,
Until I leaned my face against her gentlest cheek.
Then blood within my veins began to rush,
As though it fled the ultraviolet rays
That might turn liquid into the darkest tusche,
And then conduct it into cordial ways.
My dearest woman saw throughout my inner self.
I was afraid that she might drown in darkest bile.
My Frau commissar, albeit, has proved herself
That truth remained unspoken only for a while.
Her shade now follows me from job to home,
But then evaporates into the densest fog,
Until I fell upon my knees, and in the most perverted form
Of touch become to beg her like a hungry dog.
And then she stripped me of my rusty armour.
There’s nothing I could do to stop her hands.
By blood and sweat, with help of copper hammer,
She forged my heart out of the solid glands.
Now she and I against the world of justice,
Since no one really knows what is it all about.
Through years of tears and long, exhausting practice,
I finally have found my first and only love.
***
Remark to the second stanza: Contrary to the common misconception perpetuated by cinema, ultraviolet radiation (which is often employed by forensic investigators during crime scene examination for bloodstain detection) does not cause blood to fluoresce. Instead, haemoglobin absorbs much of the incident ultraviolet radiation, causing blood to appear almost coal-black against surface that reflect or fluoresce more readily. (Blood may fluoresce under other wavelengths or with help of certain chemical regents, but ultraviolet light itself is not responsible for that effect).
This phenomenon inspired the metaphor of “the darkest tusche”. Once blood has been revealed, it betrays Gedeon’s feelings by rushing to his heart and quickening its rhythm, which might eventually cause some intimidating consequences… as, say, falling in love.
This image seemed to me quite pertinent, since both Ellie and Gedeon, by virtue of their profession, would be familiar with such forensic phenomena.
Thanks for your attention 🙂↕️
YOU SAY THAT YOU DON'T KNOW HOW TO WRITE POETRY AND THEN POST A MASTERPIECE OF POETRY THAT EVEN MAKES SHAKESPEARE WALLOW IN HIS GRAVE?!?!
No but... I'm honestly speechless I NEED YOU TO TEACH ME HOW TO WRITE LIKE YOU DO
I've got a very Dead Dove idea involving Gössen' brothers (and probably Momma Gössen too) thanks to my 9 am psychoanalysis class...
functioning well and adjusted in my big adult job! (cut to me coming home every day and in the same second deflating and turning into unidentifiable human mush)
CONGRATULATIONS BESTIE
Even being drained, I'm so happy that you got a new job and I hope you can be happy there 🫂💕
functioning well and adjusted in my big adult job! (cut to me coming home every day and in the same second deflating and turning into unidentifiable human mush)
I am sending you a huge conglomeration of vitality, lost of hugs and some cute spiders I’ve just noticed in the veranda of the roadside cafe:
functioning well and adjusted in my big adult job! (cut to me coming home every day and in the same second deflating and turning into unidentifiable human mush)
from a visit to a certain special spot with @jullane ⋆.˚⋆
This place is now my personal shrine. I shall never forget the moment I saw those dark sienna armchairs in person.
Thank you, @mjuuuk , for sharing that evening with me. I couldn’t have wished for more, then find myself by your side in the place where our precious commissars once danced in one another’s embrace, unless I could teleport our dearest @dream-as-life from distant lands right there and treat her to a cup of melange and the greatest piece of apfelstrudel, which shall undoubtedly happen one day, and I shall be looking forward this day with the every fibre of my heart 💞💓💖
ONE DAY WE WILL MEET AND YOU WILL HAVE TO SHOW ME EVERY SPECIAL CORNER THAT YOU LOVE
from a visit to a certain special spot with @jullane ⋆.˚⋆
OMG TWO ABSOLUTE LEGENDS REUNITED I FUCKING LOVE IT
being a writer is fun