i belong to the aether i belong to the night sky i belong to the mid lane
who am i?
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@illusim
i belong to the aether i belong to the night sky i belong to the mid lane
who am i?
This page; it has been Intentionally left blank. (Weird flex but okay.)
the nagging chorus of doubt defines my waking moments, my clarity of mind no wonder then, that i seek solace within a space so chaotically flawless
to lose myself in reverie, mind unbound to hell with sobriety, of minds so sound with transitory courage, fleeting pride i let go, for this moment, and the next, and forevermore
all cadence is lost my momentum, extinguished utter hopelessness
in a space so flawlessly chaotic brought here by desires quixotic i must bear with heavy heart amidst my dejection that my sanest moments shall be clouded by imperfection
my blood, your tears running against the edge of this poem
i hate the machine.
i can do anything i want to it
and it can’t do anything back.
Though knowledge of the arcane is rife with debate, there is one strong consensus within the magical community - the oldest spell known to sapience. It is, without a doubt, the simple incantation of the Fireball, of a pulsing orb of pyromancy.
The oldest cave paintings in the world, located in Indonesia, are a 40,000 year old depiction of ancient shamanistic rites of flame. Rust-red tones illuminate how our prehistoric ancestors managed to survive in such inhospitable environments through the use of magic, combatting tooth, claw, cold and the dark.
If such an account was not enough to demonstrate the deep links between knowledge and power, in 2000, researchers from the Harvard Institute of Thaumaturgical Extrapolation managed to teach a group of young chimpanzees several simple spells, such as Arclite, Thermalvac, and of course, Fireball. With patience and practice, the chimpanzees were eventually able to channel their full consciousness into the spells, conjuring sparks and flame with as much ease and potency as kindergarten students. Considering that we humans share about 99% of our DNA with chimpanzees, the study has been cited as a clear example that magical capacity is at the root of all sapience, and has been so for a very, very long time.
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You have been visited by Coge the Duck. Upquack this and Coge will pay cash benefits when you're sick or hurt to help with expenses not covered by your medical insurance.
‘brainwash’ is a bit of a strong term.
i prefer the euphemism ‘mental gentrification’
burying myself in a mountain of gold or soaking in a shower of tears doesnt really matter at the end of the day when life's ugly head rears
monitor tans, surfing the net, vitamin d deficiency's your threat
i wish i knew he knew he wished not to be in love with a boy
but boy was i in love with him
let’s play a game, i said. how about this puzzle? you said you were missing some of the pieces but you wanted to try it anyways. i’d never done one like this before; the pieces looked pretty similar yet tinted with a lacquer of quiet uncertainty i remember the first time we touched when we were reaching for the same piece you said it was really fun said you liked it but that’s only because we weren’t playing the same game i wanted to find what wasn’t there while you just wanted to lose it
who even cares about what i am perturbed by when there is a place where people never ask why
how do i live in that place
stick and stones will break my bones but words will never harm me. but just cuz i'm immune to anyone's lampoon doesn't mean other people will be.