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blemgoid

have at you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

blemgoid

one time a being of pure light & truth appeard to me and started saying some bullshit but i ignored it

iphigeniacomplex

Dust by Dorianne Laux

Someone spoke to me last night, told me the truth. Just a few words, but I recognized it. I knew I should make myself get up, write it down, but it was late, and I was exhausted from working all day in the garden, moving rocks. Now, I remember only the flavor — not like food, sweet or sharp. More like a fine powder, like dust. And I wasn’t elated or frightened, but simply rapt, aware. That’s how it is sometimes — God comes to your window, all bright light and black wings, and you’re just too tired to open it.

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T.S. Eliot, “The Love Song of Saint Sebastian”

8bitskey

it’s like this everywhere

chippypiper

"A sixth-dram dropped, and you flinch from my hand. Good, muthsera. Good for you. I have the third's eye fire and can tell you the story of your house. In the all honest Vel, I'd rather have that than your hand. It has the ghartoki on it. Hold now, they both do." ("What My Beloved Taught Me")

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homoamoeba

heavenslittlemachine-deactivate

i have been noticing recently that people younger than me are too sensitive, while people older than me are not sensitive enough. which, if i'm correct, should be taken as a sign that the total reality penetration vortex is operating as intended -- within as few as five or six generations we may very well be producing babies who can directly perceive the wound at the heart of the world

lizardsfromspace

Wordle is running out of words. Only 2,000 five letter words remain. When that supply is exhausted the Creation shall begin. One day the word will be ZHURM, and all shall get it, and all shall understand it to mean "an ache from suddenly remembering a long-ago friend, who meant something to you once, but whose face you can no longer conjure". The next day the word shall be JOROL, and all will get it, and all will know it means "the melancholy confusion of passing by somewhere where you once could have died". The next day it will be GREFT, and all will understand it to be a small brown bird with white streaks found only in South America, and suddenly, it will appear, in the shrubs of the Atacama desert, in the streets of São Paulo, and all will know that it once was not there, but now, will always be