#oriental?

[septic-dr-schneep]

Question, who at Ramen Inc(tm) decided that the word “oriental” was a flavor? XD

[itstimeforjoe]

Joe loves the Orient! We all love a beautiful carpet, 'm I right? 

"“You know, on the way back from Mumbai to go meet with President Xi in China, I stopped in Singapore to meet with a guy named Lee Kuan Yew, who most foreign policy experts around the world say is the wisest man in the Orient,” Biden said at the kickoff for the “Nuns on the Bus” tour today."

[writechoice24]

Piercing, keening, wailing, the cry shattered the moon itself, leaving shards of light to seep down into the thick forest. The viscous illumination oozed down through the leaves, dripping like milk until it found the sorrowful eyes of the mourning creature. Moonbeams continued to seep about it, coloring the coarse hairs sprouting from its pores a brilliant white. The great orb of its eye, lifted skyward, was swimming with tears. They streamed from its black-lidded eyes like quicksilver, splashing onto the loamy earth below. Huge and luminescent, they focused on the bone white figure before them. As thick and dark as a calligraphy brush heavy with ink, her hair swirled about a porcelain face, unbound by the powers of this world. The silk robe she wore billowed around her slim figure, whipping in a wind the creature could neither see nor feel. "What have you done?!" It tried to bellow, peeling back thick, chalky lips and revealing square teeth. The scared roar that met its ears sent shock reeling deep into its heart. The woman looked sad, disappointed. "You have brought this upon yourself," she replied. Grassy strands of hair obstructed the thing's, once a man's, vision. "What did I do to deserve this?" It rumbled, large feet making circular wounds in the earth. "You did not assist the villagers that came to you for help. Though you had enough to help them, you sent them away." "I- my hands were tied, there was nothing that I could do." "Well," she cast a glance to the large, round feet, "that will no longer be a trouble for you." The beast snorted. "I'm sorry," it growled, white, grass-ridden head hung low with shame. The woman offered it a melancholy smile. "I am glad to know that, but it does not change what you've done." "Is there anything that I can do?" Her face looked pensive, "There is but one way to reverse the effects of your actions." "Tell me! Please, I'll do anything!" "The villagers' daughter remains in the town. She stays with her aunt and uncle. If she falls in love with you, in this form, the curse will be broken." Smooth and pale, her fingers formed a perfect cup. Softly at first, a white light grew in the nest of her palms, quickly becoming too bright to look at. The beast swung its massive head away, black eyelids shut tight. When it reopened its eyes, the woman held before her a perfect white lotus flower. Each petal was perfect, as if sculpted. "You have until each petal falls to make this come to pass. Otherwise, you will be like this, forever." It lifted its head and roared, screaming its sadness, frustration, regret, to the night sky. "I wish you the best of luck," she whispered, tucking the waxy bloom behind one great, wrinkly ear. Within moments, she was gone. Its cries continued into the night, swallowed up by the onyx blanket of stars.

[guidanceofthemoon-blog]

[starfish-on-toast-blog]

So, the other week, my art teacher, the very interesting Mr. Guyer, opened my ears up to the whole new sound of Beats Antique,which intrigued me only slightly. After a week or so I took a listen to their music, and after much consideration, I still can't put a tag on it. Although it may not be for everyone, I definately recommend a listen.