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No, really. Ask him what he thinks of the Colossus.
XCPTNL’s interceptor having a smoothie on a colossus. Because it’s so fucking slow the quick interceptor basically can’t feel the movement.
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No, really. Ask him what he thinks of the Colossus.
XCPTNL’s interceptor having a smoothie on a colossus. Because it’s so fucking slow the quick interceptor basically can’t feel the movement.
And I was changed again, by courage; courage and friendship. Riding into the deep and rising, soaring - not unscathed but strong, and bold; bolder, even; bolder than ever before.
A furnace cold in the winter of caution, soaked in the rain of fear. A furnace lit now and fed, and nurtured, and burning.
Fire spreads through the chest and up, and out, and in, and through skin and bone. Blood scalds veins as the furnace throws heat into the heart, and the soul is touched, and caressed, and awoken; and alive.
Travel. Distant shores and fresh horizons, and the fire; unwavering. Land passes underfoot,, and rivers flow, within and over and around, carrying time and space, and time; and washing, cleaning; dirt and grime and joy and love, and making fresh again. Making new. Making ready again, for old friends.
And all the while, carried beneath the flaming furnace and roaring hope, in hushed shade and peace, a flicker of light. Embers glow, gently. A soft shower of sparks sifts down as the world begins to settle.
And in the warm, fertile ashes; a stirring.
the world will end this year i assure you