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If you could “borrow” one aspect of your muse and apply it to yourself or your own life, what would you borrow? What’s your greatest source of inspiration when it comes to role playing? 

⨳ — MUNDAY;

If you could “borrow” one aspect of your muse and apply it to yourself or your own life, what would you borrow?

    All of his money. Or maybe his palace. Probably his money.

What’s your greatest source of inspiration when it comes to role playing?

    The people here who are roleplaying with me, or just going about their own business and stories~. Reading always inspires me.

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Today’s new favourite word is thaumaturgy.

Meaning the performance magic or miracles, derived from the Greek, literally meaning wonder-working.

It goes right alongside rhapsodist, which is literally song-stitcher.

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Tales Swallowed Away

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Tales Swallowed Away

it would seem great stories, linger at the bottom of a wine glass, the characters may change; some days, distorted memories puddle together, persisting in their bittersweet backwash, echoing ripples of time, and lost hours in a shallow pool —

seconds of drunken enlightenment fill glazed eyes with momentary consciousness, the barrage of almostempty…

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Wistful

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Wistful

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Light, broke a frigid veil,

luminosity rose celestial quakings,

distance seemed too close –

Darkness, spun awake slumbering dreams,

Fall perked up its lips,

piercing green leaves with charming winds,

while red ones sailed into the sky,

Sun and Moon watched in awe,

as they longingly reached for one another,

still hoping for that final embrace

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Stoic http://wp.me/s1h29v-stoic Stoic edge of her heart left, a smidgen on the base of your finger print, she slipped through your fingers,

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Riled Metamorphosis Riled Metamorphosis  emergence of yellow rose among, glimmers of darkness faltering into a fade, echoes passed through this place -

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Morrissey, Me, Cicadas Make Three

Morrissey, Me, Cicadas Make Three

Morrissey, Me, Cicadas Make Three

blue plastic lawn chair, wobbly, flimsy, a cradle of niceness, when all the world is crumbling behind me, this fancy chair of mine holds me close, sun glazes my face in kisses, tender breezes whisk across my flesh, the leaves are falling — too soon, I say while the cicadas sing their deafening song, blazing my ears in constant echoes — vibrating clicks, lovely…

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contentment

SOPHIA FLEETWOOD, RAIVEUSE

contentment

all; then, lost - found a likes of puzzlement, squished, smashed, into place, very fitting.

some place between noon and the stars, a collide of sorts, the collapse of everything and nothing.

gathered, collected, decades fade into seconds, cleansed in pain of beauty, captured joys in angst.

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