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Foiled!
Today I got to go on one of our runs to more rural shelters to help relieve overcrowding there. We ended up bringing back 21 kittens and 10 dogs. So fun day. But this morning, while I was getting stuff together in preparation for the 90 minute drive…. This happened.
Excuse you Tiniest Opossum, but you are NOT allowed to escape through the front bars of the cat carrier we were housing you in. I’m going to put you back.
“NO!”
I am going to catch you and put you back and you have no say in this matter.
“NO!”
Catching you and putting you back now.
“NOOOOOO!”
Aaaand back you go. Let go of the purple towel and go in the cardboard box.
“Noooooooooooo!”
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first breath
site / prints / newsletter / other links
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Why don’t I hear more about undead beings coming back to warn people? It’s always zombies wanting to drag people down to join them in the grave, ghosts seeking vengeance, spirits trying to chase people out of their domains - but if you died horribly and were left rattling around some spooky mansion for eternity, wouldn’t you want to stop people from blundering into the same death you had?
You feel a cold breath on your neck as you get in the car. It won’t leave until you fasten your seatbelt. An unseen force catches your foot as you pass the fourth step every time you walk up the stairs. During a renovation, you find out the wood is rotten. You can never find a pack of cigarettes - even ones guests bring disappear from their pockets and are found weeks later on the lawn, empty. Your daughter is giggling and laughing at something unseen, chasing after it away from the cliffside on your family hike. You don’t know why, but you feel compelled to leave a spare hairband and some stickers on a picnic table as you leave the park. Tribute? A thank you? The items are gone by next time you visit, and you swear a happy child’s hum follows you home on the breeze.
…More preventative hauntings. It just makes sense.
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Redemption Round 2 - Match 25
A Gravedigger's Envy comes in with 130 votes from Round Two, for a total of 287 votes! Fatigue left Round One with 111 votes!
MAG 152 - A Gravedigger’s Envy | Spotify - Acast - YT | Wiki | Transcript
Statement of Hezekiah Wakely regarding his career as a gravedigger, compiled from a series of letters to Nathaniel Beale between 1837 and 1839.
MAG 074 - Fatigue | Spotify - Acast - YT | Wiki | Transcript
Statement of Lydia Halligan regarding her insomnia.
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Two poems regarding the birth and untimely demise of Kore, not necessarily in that order.
"You would do it? Use your mother's sorrow, cash it for everyone's hope?" Nyx, black night, asked of the young maiden sat in the field of flowers.
"I would do it. I will carry full responsibility. I will go down to the underworld. I will connect the two realms by my never stopping footsteps. As for my mother. I will bear her sorrow. And her joy. For there is no life without death. No hope without horror."
"She will never forgive you."
"I do not need to be forgiven."
"You cannot possibly bear it!"
"I bear it all the same." Persephone replied.
"So you will have the child."
"I will have the child."
"You know what it is. To bring a girl into this world."
"I know."
"You won't be able to protect her! Not even if you could move the earth itself. From pain, from injustice. Not if it's the one thing you would give everything for. You won't be able to protect her in the end from everything that your mother failed to shield you from!"
"I know."
"But you will still have the child? Even if you know she will be hurt? The responsibility-You cannot possibly bear it!"
"I bear it all the same." Demeter, mother of all that grows on the earth, replied. Hecate shook her head. She simply could not understand it- Maybe that's why she would never have a child.
It was the time before all time. They would be here for thousands of years at least. Mother and daughter's pain. Mother and daughter and mother and daughter and mother and daughter.
In a field of flowers, Demeter cradles Persephone in her arms.
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something charmingly twentieth century about this
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Not queer as in "queer is not a slur" but queer as in "I do not give a fuck if its a slur, you don't get to censor my identity regardless". Queer as in "I HOPE my identity upsets you". Queer as in "my identity is not only a slur but a threat"
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“My Depression Will Not Corrupt My Enjoyment”
Keep this with you when you’re going to be apart of something fun and you want to genuinely enjoy it without your depression getting in the way.
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STOP! are you operating on an arbitrary set of terms and rules known only to you? have you created an ultimatum or specific if/then scenario for someone else without communicating it to them? have you considered making a decision and calculated all the consequences and potential reactions to those consequences and consequences for those reactions before you actually made the decision? it may be time to say some words out loud to another person!
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Τετραφάρμακος (Four-part remedy)
Ἄφοβον ὁ θεός, ἀνύποπτον ὁ θάνατος καὶ τἀγαθὸν μὲν εὔκτητον, τὸ δὲ δεινὸν εὐεκκαρτέρητον.
Don’t fear god, Don’t worry about death; What is good is easy to get, What is terrible is easy to endure.
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When I sit in the alehouse, I am a woman, and I am an exuberant young man. When I am present at a place of quarrelling, I am a woman, a figurine brought to life. When I sit by the gate of the tavern, I am a prostitute familiar with the penis; the friend of a man, the girlfriend of a woman. I am milk of the god. I am pre-eminent in the mountains. I am the milk of the god, of Dumuzid. I am pre-eminent in the mountains. The mountains in my hands, the mountains at my feet, Elam in my hands; I have a pointed dagger in my belt. The gods are small birds, and I am the falcon. The Anuna gods butt each other, but I am the wild cow.
A šir-namšub to Inana (Inana I)
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I made it out of the torture labyrinth. and you can too
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Apollo being the god of locusts is badass and I think we should talk about it more. Here's a piece of him sending some locusts down for plaguey reasons.
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You don’t have to love your body
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gay rights more like gay rites i say as i put on a dionysian ritual and party with a bunch of bacchants
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