Pendulum... A crafty answer like that -- [HOW PREDICTABLE.] (that’s a joke.)
‘I know some games, but not others’? That’s what he takes it to mean, roughly. Well, he should probably say as much out loud, to confirm- ( from his observations, you like hearing stuff like that, right? ) But see, it’s easier to just grab what’s positive from the other’s body language, and use that ~kinetic energy~ to propel himself toward a table, nodding as he goes.
“How about ‘Kings In The Corner’?” Again, it’s easier.
In our cuture privacy is often confused with secrecy. Open, honest, truth-telling individuals value privacy. We all need space where we can be alone with thoughts and feelings - where we can experience healthy psychological autonomy and can choose to share when we want to. Keeping secrets is usually about power, about hiding and concealing information.
Waarschijnlijk nemen we hier onze wensen voor werkelijkheid. Als we goed zouden kijken, zouden we vaststellen dat het in de werkelijkheid vaak net omgekeerd zit: uit een grote hoop wanorde ontstaat af en toe een erg bruikbaar maar ook vergankelijke structuur.
DREAMER - does your muse have any recurring dream? if not, what was their worst nightmare?
Dream-Come-True, for the 661.
We start a game of hide and seek-- I found you. I found you. Ha, I found you.
It's another sale! Breathing, for only a fraction of the cost. I'm surrounded by air. I breathe through all pores. It's a headache, but I'm lucky, aren't I?
Others, they struggle for even half of this.
You're still somewhere near; I lost sight of it. Unsteady hands grip the tree bark. It's another sale! I saw.
Lucky. Lucky. Lucky.
Something hits my ear, a bad case of tinnitus drew a line through the trees. It's getting overwhelming. You're still breathing, and I am, too. You move the same way you breathe. It blurs into the treeline. I'm getting sick of it-
This is a good thing, for you. This is a good thing, for me. That's what they keep saying..
Ka-Ching, another sale!
Ka-Ching, another sale!
Ka-Ching, another sale!
I'm.. scared?
I'm... getting scared of it-
The lines keep moving, blurring. Breathing. You're somewhere in the middle, I know it- I know it. Hide and Seek, which one am I?
Running doesn't work. Running never works. You found me, you found me, you found me.
The one who gets found is so lucky.
The one who's found is so lucky..!
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I trip over a bag of groceries at my feet, and wake up with an uneasy pounding. I want to hide, but...
🍑 : how meticulously does my muse look after their physical appearance?do they spend a lot of time on their hair, makeup, grooming, and clothing? is there a particular reason why they do or don’t?
Appearance is the most important thing in the world. He'd rather die than be caught without makeup. When you're on tv, if you satisfy one eye, you satisfy a billion eyes, so make sure it catches your best angle. Clothes and hair and makeup are core, if you can change them to match the inner you, then you're set. Octopi can recognize faces... why would you want one to get the wrong impression of you?
Think of the octopi. They know you. They know when you're lying to yourself.
Et cetera.
It's a hobby, but looking right feels good. He spoils himself because he knows what he wants, he's the only one who can.
een geluksbelofte die geen enkel uitzicht bood op geluk, want alles wat ze je verder nog had kunnen geven had een smet geworpen op wat haar schoonheid je reeds gaf.
STRANGE MUSIC - can your muse play any instruments?
Play? No, not really. Well-- If given a keyboard, his fingers might be able to tap out an old poem or two. Maybe there's enough know-how to make up one of his own, but... Play? Not really.
He's a little better strumming the old vocal chords, but it's been a while. A lucky few might catch him humming, that's about it.
