STORY TIME! [worth the read, I’d say]
There once was a beautiful angel who was struck by a child’s arrow while carrying out some petty mission objective. She died. With her gleaming robes all dyed by her heart’s blood, she encountered the great archangel Gabriel himself. His sword blazed in one hand, his great two-headed ax swung in the other, and across his back, suspended on a rainbow, hung the very battle horn of Heaven. “Where wend you, little one,” asked Gabriel, “with your breast more scarlet that a robin’s?.”
”I am killed,” the angel said, “and I return to merge my substance once more with the Pancreator.”
”Do not be absurd. You are an angel, a pure spirit, and cannot die.”
”But I am dead,” said the angel, “nevertheless. You have observed the wasting of my blood - do you not observe also that it no longer issues in straining spurtings, but only seeps sluggishly? Note the pallor of my countenance. Is not the touch of an angel warm and bright? Take my hand and you will imagine you hold a horror newly dragged from some stagnant pool. Taste my breathe - is it not fetid, foul, and nidorous?”
Gabriel answered nothing , and at last the angel said, “Brother and better, even if I have not convinced you with all my proofs, I pray you stand aside. I would rid the universe of my presence.”
”I am convinced indeed,” Gabriel said, stepping from the other’s way. “It is only that I was thinking that had I known we might perish, I would not at all times have been so bold.”
Chiang, The Elder Gull
See also, Richard Bachman
I wanna tango down the sidewalk… I dunno if I can pull off the mint green pants, though.
Skyscrapers - OK Go
[via OK Go]
So much swag
New life goal: flawless tango footwork
The Question, pt. I
Azure abyss,
Silly disguise:
Long-lasting lists,
Once oversized,
Now not nearly
Gone, but gone gone.
Always airy,
So surely shown,
Infernal id
Control: Candid
Apathy always
Needs new fuel. Nays…
?
Seeking solace in the slow burn of a cigarette,
Like those, bowed waist, turn towards the song from the minaret,
My mind aches and screams its futile plea,
“Please don’t let this I be the real me.”
My First Credit
Successfully saved for. I could buy it right now if I wanted to :)
I feel somewhat accomplished.
1 down, 3 more to go.
Oh to be Moved
I’ve been feeling pretty numb recently… And to be moved has been lovely. If only it weren’t so fucking sickening, maybe then would this shell I’ve built about my vulnerabilities not gain such ample reinforcing.
What is this?
Says the current to the fish.
My own fight
Says the fish to its flight.
Go with the flow
Of this you should know.
Of this I’m sure
But it lost its allure.
When will you rest
And coast the east til west?
Never shall I
Nor flinch nor shy
Until each cell dies
And my detached soul flies.
“Goldfish Salvation” Riusuke Fukahori 深堀隆介 (by yfu1999)
.Wow.
