#quartered

[play-my-game-again]

[tom-isaacs]

Quartered Meteorite - Lynda Bengalis

[mvaljean525]

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I reached heaven and it was syrupy. It was oppressively sweet. Croaking substances stuck to my knees. Of all substances St. Michael was stickiest. I grabbed him and pasted him on my head. I found God a gigantic fly paper. I stayed out of his way. I walked where everything smelled of burnt chocolate. Meanwhile St. Michael was busy with his sword hacking away at my hair. I found Dante standing naked in a blob of honey. Bears were licking his thighs. I snatched St. Michael’s sword and quartered myself in a great circular adhesive. My torso fell upon an elastic equilibrium. As though shot from a sling my torso whizzed at God fly paper. My legs sank into some unimaginable sog. My head, though weighed with the weight of St. Michael, did not fall. Fine strands of multi-colored gum suspended it there. My spirit stopped by my snared torso. I pulled! I yanked! Rolled it left to right! It bruised! It softened! It could not free! The struggle of an Eternity! An Eternity of pulls! of yanks! Went back to my head, St. Michael had sucked dry my brainpan! Skull! My skull! Only skull in heaven! Went to my legs. St. Peter was polishing his sandals with my knees! I pounced upon him! Pummeled his face in sugar in honey in marmalade! Under each arm I fled with my legs! The police of heaven were in hot pursuit! I hid within the sop of St. Francis. Gasping in the confectionery of his gentility I wept, caressing my intimidated legs.

2

They caught me. They took my legs away. They sentenced me in the firmament of an ass. The prison of an Eternity! An Eternity of labor! of hee-haws! Burdened with the soiled raiment of saints I schemed escape. Lugging ampullae its daily fill I schemed escape. I schemed climbing impossible mountains. I schemed under the Virgin’s whip. I schemed to the sound of celestial joy. I schemed to the sound of earth, the wail of infants, the groans of men, the thud of coffins. I schemed escape. God was busy switching the spheres from hand to hand. The time had come. I cracked my jaws. Broke my legs. Sagged belly-flat on plow on pitchfork on scythe. My spirit leaked from the wounds. A whole spirit pooled. I rose from the carcass of my torment. I stood in the brink of heaven. And I swear that Great Territory did quake when I fell, free.

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Transformation Escape

Gregory Nunzio Corso  1930–2001

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Graphic - Friedrich Kunath  (B.1974)

[rvexillology]

The English and Scottish Flags Quartered with Each Other

from /r/vexillology Top comment: I think they found a better way of putting those flags together.

[rainingmusic]

Russian Circles- Quartered

[swingingcoxbrothers]

Quartered

Quartered

lyrics and music: Michael Cox

God made me then damned me Just because he could Picked me up and threw me On an unforgiving sea

To pick up the pieces cure my diseases violent releases

I give it Up back-and-forth start again it’s not the way I’ll never win I give it up

Condemn my soul “Warrior?” “Big shot?” Nobody even really gives a fuck It’s really just a question of time and everybody here is standing in line

To pick up the pieces cure their diseases violent releases

I give it Up back-and-forth start again it’s not the way I’ll never win I give it up

Quoted, and bound and quartered

A gift or curse what is worse the life or death of me I never even thought twice my friend before burning Paradise

[remembering-the-future]

The Rise of the Persecutor-Quarters: A Historical Technological Revolution

The world changed overnight.

In 2045, the introduction of Persecutor technology revolutionized our lives. Designed initially for tracking and combating food scarcity, it quickly evolved. Governments implemented the Persecutor-Quarters system worldwide to monitor and ensure fair distribution of resources. Each Quarter had a localized hub, acting as a command center, distributing food and essentials with unmatched efficiency.

Kwashiorkor, a severe form of malnutrition, became a historical term. The Persecutor-Quarters eradicated it within months. With precise data analysis, they identified at-risk areas and dispatched aid immediately. No child went hungry; no region was overlooked.

People initially feared the Persecutor-Quarters. The name alone, invoking images of oppression and control, caused unrest. Yet, the benefits were undeniable. Food security became a global standard, and the quality of life improved drastically.

By 2050, the system was not just accepted but celebrated. The Persecutor-Quarters became a symbol of technological triumph and human resilience. It was a reminder that, with innovation and cooperation, even the direst challenges could be overcome.

This historical shift stands as a testament to our ability to adapt and thrive, ensuring that future generations will never know the hunger that plagued our past.