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happy tdov here's one of my favorite things i've ever written
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happy tdov here's one of my favorite things i've ever written
Mutilate
Liliana developed a fondness for the moment when roaring becomes squealing.
Artist: Zoltan Boros & Gabor Szikszai TCG Player Link Scryfall Link EDHREC Link
Mutilate
"You mortals turn to dust in the blink of an eye. I only expedite your fate."
Artist: Games Workshop
Everything longs for what it lacks, and nothing longs for what it doesn't lack. Desiring to secure something to oneself forever may be described as loving something which is not yet to hand. I love you, but, because inexplicably I love in you something more than you -the object petit a- I mutilate you.
Jacques Lacan
Would I trust the main 3 with a drink?:
Yellow: No, I love him but absolutely not. He’d either forget abt it or someone would come up to him and say “yk it’d be really cool if you put some of my cool stuff in that drink” or smth else sketchy and he’d just agree without question.
Red: Maybe?? Perhaps??? I don’t think he’d really understand why I gave him it (memory loss and all) but but he’d hold onto it anyways.
Duck: Eh.. I think he’d understand why I’d ask but I do not trust this man with alcohol, mine or otherwise. I can’t explain why but I just really think this guy should never be given the stuff.
I have come to love in this world what it has mutilated and torn.
Albert Camus to Maria Casarès, Correspondance, July 21, 1944 [#16]
Night of footsteps; image of a metronome: You have played dead and thrown the earth in our mouths to keep us from speaking. My shadow walking away from your house toward the cemetery looks older. The snowbirds spread their crystallized wings in the reflection of the broken nine mirrors in the well the glaciers molded.
Life will be simpler when Dionysian wings stop beating centrifugally. It will be more tranquil to trace peripheral designs, cut Off a continent. Here, the coward’s story will be denied. Better the cold silence of clouds. And if I go hurtling suddenly onto Ireland, will I find you clarified?
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Mutilated Fire
Daisy Aldan 1923-2001
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Graphic - Erik Thor Sandberg (B.1975)
Wulfen, 13th Company