May 21
يا لحسن هذا الصباح ونسيم حضوره.
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يا لحسن هذا الصباح ونسيم حضوره.
A beautiful witch she was. Casting her spells. Spelling, words of logic on her wall. I get her. Nah, she got me.
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Y'see, to kill a god is not an act of violence but one of coercion - no knife twists into tender flesh and dismantles form with care of a passionate butcher. The kill a god is to share stories. Stories of your own significance. Stories of mutual uplift. Stories shared by word and by action. The death of gods is the triumph of ferocious human compassion. And yet...gods are borne of poetry which is it's own immortality and they still persist in the minds and hearts of poets and of all who experience beauty in even the smallest degree. I wish every immortal poem of divinity the blessing of being killed over and over and over, day after day, hour after hour, so they can witness "their" creation becoming our own, as whole, as healing.
FUCK
Adulting sucks.