#Sea Star wasting disease

[pollyannawog]

Phantopex

Wasting Star Pokemon

Poison/Ghost

Evolves from Mareanie starting at level 38 when HP is 25% or lower

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An increase in global oceanic temperatures and the presence of pollutants have caused some populations of Mareanie to become susceptible to a deadly virus, mirroring the fate of their preferred prey species, Corsola, in the Galar region. This virus weakens the Pokémon, stunting development and preventing evolution into Toxapex. Some members of the dwindling population are able to evolve into the rare Phantopex, the Wasting Star Pokémon.

The body of a Phantopex is weak and frail, with much of its tissues having wasted away to nothing. It forms new arms from otherworldly energy, and crawls along the sea floor in search of prey to drain the life essence from. If it finds a hapless victim, it will ensnare it by enveloping them in its many ectoplasmic arms, twisting in on itself to keep them in place until the deed is done. Divers know to keep an eye out for dark sludge on the sea floor, as a trail of the substance suggests a prowling Phantopex may be just out of sight.

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Abilities: Cursed Body/Liquid Ooze

HA: Perish Body

50 HP

90 Atk

80 Def

113 SpA

90 SpD

72 Spe

Based on sea star wasting disease, a condition that’s caused populations of certain species of sea stars (particularly of note Pycnopodia helianthoides, the sunflower star) to rapidly decline in recent years. The way I have most often heard the progression of the illness described is the sea star appears to be “melting.” They will also twist and contort their bodies to rip their own arms off.

[themesopelagiczone]

meet the sunflower sea star, aka my favorite sea star species! these legends are apex predators. they can grow up to a metre (39 inches) wide and live up to 65 years old! they can have up to 24 arms and they're also the fastest sea star, moving over a metre a minute.

unfortunately, due to sea star wasting disease, 99% of sunflower sea stars have disappeared from their habitat in the subtidal and intertidal northeastern pacific. around 6 billion sea stars have been killed by the disease since 2013.

monterey bay aquarium | aquarium of the pacific | noaa | cbc

photos: jerry kirkhart (los osos, ca, usa) | ed bierman (ca, usa) | bluebaron (via inaturalist, bc, canada)

[infonewsmania]

Sunflower sea star population drops to 'extinction point'

Sunflower sea star population drops to ‘extinction point’

Scientists on the West Coast are looking for action to help sunflower sea stars, among the world’s largest sea stars, recover from a catastrophic population decline. Experts say a devastating marine epidemic that began in 2013 has decimated nearly 95% of the population from Alaska’s Aleutian Islands to the Baja California peninsula, The Astorian reported. as it is most vulnerable in 2020. An…

[netegf]

neteyam vs. ao'nung morning texts......y es.... thinking about this

[headspace-hotel]

Musics

Casey Sabol- Flora and Fauna

Jonsi- Stars in Still Water

Philip Lober- Clockwater

Crywolf- Abbadon

Autoheart- Factories

Hauschka- Subconscious

Mr FijiWiji- Thought Police

Paraphon Tree- Macro Worm

Tender- Handmade Ego

M83- Walkway Blues

Badflower- Move Me

Mat Kearney- Ships in the Night

EDEN- 909

The Postal Service- The District Sleeps Alone Tonight

Crywolf- Fallout

Halocraft- Chains for the Sea

Thomas Bergersen- Into Darkness

Message to Bears- Two Finds Two

Needtobreathe- Prisoner

Sadistik- Gallows Hill

Bloodywood- Dana Dan

Oh Hiroshima- Holding Rivers

Leonard Cohen- You Want it Darker

Twisted Jukebox- The Witch and the Butterfly

Astronautalis- The Wondersmith and his Sons

Koste- Satellite

Oceans of Slumber- To the Sea

Roy Blair- California

Nothing but Thieves- Afterlife

OMN- In Quiet Rooms

Everything Everything- The Wheel is Turning Now

Zack Hemsey- Nice to Meet Me

If Only the Trees- Disappear

Lost Society- Stitches

Stormzy- Dreamers Disease

Vancouver Sleep Clinic- Unworthy

ODDKO- Disobey

Sadistik- God Complex

Def Leppard- Have You Ever Needed Someone So Bad

Joywave- Nice House

Example- Midnight Run

In This Moment- Half God Half Devil

Des Rocs- Suicide Romantics

Missio- Cry Baby

In This Moment- Mother

The Pretty Reckless- Absolution

Missio- Sing to Me

Crywolf- Fawn

Grandson- Stigmata

Freelance Whales- Broken Horse

Hammock- Things of Beauty Burn

Koda- Angel

Nothing but Thieves- Tempt You

Needtobreathe- Wasteland

Apashe- Fake News

Crywolf- Anachronism

Induction- Queen of Light

The Crucifix- Cursed Birth

Poison- Every Rose Has Its Thorn

Powerwolf- Sanctified with Dynamite

Hammock- Wasted We Stared at the Ceiling

The Correspondents- Inexplicable

ODDKO- Censorship

Nita Strauss- The Wolf You Feed

Cats Never Die - Field

Two Steps from Hell- Away with Your Fairies

DROELOE- Lilypads

Greybloom- Sage

NEFFEX- Bite Me

Cosmo Sheldrake- Wriggle

The Black Dog- Neither/Neither

Dan Deacon- When I Was Done Dying

Marcus Warner- Liberation

Rage Against the Machine- Calm like a Bomb

Arizona- Nostalgic

The Animals- House of the Rising Sun

Nine Inch Nails- The Hand that Feeds

Crywolf- beauty is not a need, she is an ecstasy (respirate)

Two Steps from Hell- Amaria

These have nothing in common except that I like them. Have fun

[magnetar1]

Sick leading the sick.  I need this to save my soul like a starving tool up my cock feeding on the membrane of life.  Blind oracle that led me astray, bathing me in obscure auras, administering will to sustain the fugue.   Sound of my heart beating fast as I wield my grimoire tighter and incant the paralyzing message.  I laugh at demonic possession.  Been there done that like a fecal warrior slumming in a clean bathroom.  I will come at you like the vile reflection you harbored for so many years.  I will sodomize your reflection with the glass of unreason. When you come to your senses it will be too late. What are senses anyway?  Or time?  When it gets to when you’re sick enough, can’t taste, touch or feel anything, you become oblivious.  Ritual after ritual in darkened rooms with the stereo blasting.  Black noise for the revolution.  Rupturing down in the gray morass that can’t make up its mind. *** I remember nothing of how I got here.  Instead, I recall what came before.  Dividing shadows distinctly parallel to a sinking vessel.  Sea is static and filled with sharks.  Beyond, a celestial vault opens up displaying the inner beauty of this frontierland.  Everything churns with the stark majesty of chaos.   True identity.   Blaspheming star bursting with radial violence.  Sonic waves rippling through a once devout consciousness.  Everything in constant flux as the Temple of Man sucks the air around it out leaving no room for doubt . . . I have been here before, on the other side.  I’ve known the reversal of my fortune in the face of clairvoyance and true nihilism.  I’ve beat the meat of my seed with the intent of never letting it grow, maintaining an alien gaze.  Cold, sometimes hurtful, lashing like a snake through the lonely crowds. I was there and I know it.  Where worlds coalesce then unhinge like running water down a constant drain.  Living, dying breath, laying to waste the matrimony of deliberation.  Things get rancid fast, but they are also filled with light. *** Nothing changes, yet nothing lasts.  It is a feeling that starts in the pit of the stomach before it creeps in like that same old disease –  Human life.   Nowhere in the realm of sky and stone has their lain such a desultory germ.  Even as ripples in the sand build up and there is blood in their shit.  As long as they are not vomiting constantly or getting their skulls crushed in.   I look into their eyes when commuting from zone to zone and think about doing this very thing myself.  I feel the will of alienage in my bones as I brace for the next stop.  I feel the blade at my side growing hotter as a thousand new suns percolate against the veil . . . Stepping through and across.  I abandon them like I’ve always done.  Faces cratering in the rear of my mind.  Only the sick may follow, who understand what it stands for.  Mutant amnesiacs under paralysis, who sing the body dead.  Waking delirium connected to space and the way back . . .

Artwork by Bernie Wrightson

[plaguedocboi]

I thought Sea Stars could get a virus from human hands touching them? Like the same one that spreads in warm waters. I think it was called a wasting disease? Sorry, this isn't a very well articulated question.

Starfish wasting disease is definitely not spread by humans nor is it contagious to humans. It can only be spread by sea star to sea star contact and we’re not even sure what causes it yet, like whether it’s a bacteria or a virus or some weird environmental cause but it definitely isn’t humans

[the-chronicle-of-holy-days]

Day 4

Liber Liberi vel Lapidis Lazuli

Adumbratio Kabbalae Aegyptiorum sub figurâ VII

VI

1. Thou wast a priestess, O my God, among the Druids; and we knew the powers of the oak.

2. We made us a temple of stones in the shape of the Universe, even as thou didst wear openly and I concealed.

3. There we performed many wonderful things by midnight.

4. By the waning moon did we work.

5. Over the plain came the atrocious cry of wolves.

6. We answered; we hunted with the pack.

7. We came even unto the new Chapel and Thou didst bear away the Holy Graal beneath Thy Druid vestments.

8. Secretly and by stealth did we drink of the informing sacrament.

9. Then a terrible disease seized upon the folk of the grey land; and we rejoiced.

10. O my God, disguise Thy glory!

11. Come as a thief, and let us steal away the Sacraments!

12. In our groves, in our cloistral cells, in our honeycomb of happiness, let us drink, let us drink!

13. It is the wine that tinges everything with the true tincture of infallible gold.

14. There are deep secrets in these songs. It is not enough to hear the bird; to enjoy song he must be the bird.

15. I am the bird, and Thou art my song, O my glorious galloping God!

16. Thou reinest in the stars; thou drivest the constellations seven abreast through the circus of Nothingness.

17. Thou Gladiator God!

18. I play upon mine harp; Thou fightest the beasts and the flames.

19. Thou takest Thy joy in the music, and I in the fighting.

20. Thou and I are beloved of the Emperor.

21. See! he has summoned us to the Imperial dais.

The night falls; it is a great orgy of worship and bliss.

22. The night falls like a spangled cloak from the shoulders of a prince upon a slave.

23. He rises a free man!

24. Cast thou, O prophet, the cloak upon these slaves!

25. A great night, and scarce fires therein; but freedom for the slave that its glory shall encompass.

26. So also I went down into the great sad city.

27. There dead Messalina bartered her crown for poison from the dead Locusta; there stood Caligula, and smote the seas of forgetfulness.

28. Who wast Thou, O Caesar, that Thou knewest God in an horse?

29. For lo! we beheld the White Horse of the Saxon engraven upon the earth; and we beheld the Horses of the Sea that flame about the old grey land, and the foam from their nostrils enlightens us!

30. Ah! but I love thee, God!

31. Thou art like a moon upon the ice-world.

32. Thou art like the dawn of the utmost snows upon the burnt-up flats of the tiger’s land.

33. By silence and by speech do I worship Thee.

34. But all is in vain.

35. Only Thy silence and Thy speech that worship me avail.

36. Wail, O ye folk of the grey land, for we have drunk your wine, and left ye but the bitter dregs.

37. Yet from these we will distil ye a liquor beyond the nectar of the Gods.

38. There is value in our tincture for a world of Spice and gold.

39. For our red powder of projection is beyond all possibilities.

40. There are few men; there are enough.

41. We shall be full of cup-bearers, and the wine is not stinted.

42. O dear my God! what a feast Thou hast provided.

43. Behold the lights and the flowers and the maidens!

44. Taste of the wines and the cates and the splendid meats!

45. Breathe in the perfumes and the clouds of little gods like wood-nymphs that inhabit the nostrils!

46. Feel with your whole body the glorious smoothness of the marble coolth and the generous warmth of the sun and the slaves!

47. Let the Invisible inform all the devouring Light of its disruptive vigour!

48. Yea! all the world is split apart, as an old grey tree by the lightning!

49. Come, O ye gods, and let us feast.

50. Thou, O my darling, O my ceaseless Sparrow-God, my delight, my desire, my deceiver, come Thou and chirp at my right hand!

51. This was the tale of the memory of Al A’in the priest; yea, of Al A’in the priest

(Years favorite is with bold as always) and I can’t even explain this days choice haha

[open-endedfriend]

"

I can believe things that are true and things that aren't true and I can believe things where nobody knows if they're true or not.

I can believe in Santa Claus and the Easter Bunny and the Beatles and Marilyn Monroe and Elvis and Mister Ed. Listen - I believe that people are perfectable, that knowledge is infinite, that the world is run by secret banking cartels and is visited by aliens on a regular basis, nice ones that look like wrinkled lemurs and bad ones who mutilate cattle and want our water and our women.

I believe that the future sucks and I believe that the future rocks and I believe that one day White Buffalo Woman is going to come back and kick everyone's ass. I believe that all men are just overgrown boys with deep problems communicating and that the decline in good sex in America is coincident with the decline in drive-in movie theaters from state to state.

I believe that all politicians are unprincipled crooks and I still believe that they are better than the alternative. I believe that California is going to sink into the sea when the big one comes, while Florida is going to dissolve into madness and alligators and toxic waste.

I believe that antibacterial soap is destroying our resistance to dirt and disease so that one day we'll all be wiped out by the common cold like martians in War of the Worlds.

I believe that the greatest poets of the last century were Edith Sitwell and Don Marquis, that jade is dried dragon sperm, and that thousands of years ago in a former life I was a one-armed Siberian shaman.

I believe that mankind's destiny lies in the stars. I believe that candy really did taste better when I was a kid, that it's aerodynamically impossible for a bumble bee to fly, that light is a wave and a particle, that there's a cat in a box somewhere who's alive and dead at the same time (although if they don't ever open the box to feed it it'll eventually just be two different kinds of dead), and that there are stars in the universe billions of years older than the universe itself.

I believe in a personal god who cares about me and worries and oversees everything I do. I believe in an impersonal god who set the universe in motion and went off to hang with her girlfriends and doesn't even know that I'm alive. I believe in an empty and godless universe of causal chaos, background noise, and sheer blind luck.

I believe that anyone who says sex is overrated just hasn't done it properly. I believe that anyone who claims to know what's going on will lie about the little things too.

I believe in absolute honesty and sensible social lies. I believe in a woman's right to choose, a baby's right to live, that while all human life is sacred there's nothing wrong with the death penalty if you can trust the legal system implicitly, and that no one but a moron would ever trust the legal system.

I believe that life is a game, that life is a cruel joke, and that life is what happens when you're alive and that you might as well lie back and enjoy it."

-american gods

[mrkapao]

“I can believe things that are true and things that aren't true and I can believe things where nobody knows if they're true or not.

I can believe in Santa Claus and the Easter Bunny and the Beatles and Marilyn Monroe and Elvis and Mister Ed. Listen - I believe that people are perfectable, that knowledge is infinite, that the world is run by secret banking cartels and is visited by aliens on a regular basis, nice ones that look like wrinkled lemurs and bad ones who mutilate cattle and want our water and our women.

I believe that the future sucks and I believe that the future rocks and I believe that one day White Buffalo Woman is going to come back and kick everyone's ass. I believe that all men are just overgrown boys with deep problems communicating and that the decline in good sex in America is coincident with the decline in drive-in movie theaters from state to state.

I believe that all politicians are unprincipled crooks and I still believe that they are better than the alternative. I believe that California is going to sink into the sea when the big one comes, while Florida is going to dissolve into madness and alligators and toxic waste.

I believe that antibacterial soap is destroying our resistance to dirt and disease so that one day we'll all be wiped out by the common cold like martians in War of the Worlds.

I believe that the greatest poets of the last century were Edith Sitwell and Don Marquis, that jade is dried dragon sperm, and that thousands of years ago in a former life I was a one-armed Siberian shaman.

I believe that mankind's destiny lies in the stars. I believe that candy really did taste better when I was a kid, that it's aerodynamically impossible for a bumble bee to fly, that light is a wave and a particle, that there's a cat in a box somewhere who's alive and dead at the same time (although if they don't ever open the box to feed it it'll eventually just be two different kinds of dead), and that there are stars in the universe billions of years older than the universe itself.

I believe in a personal god who cares about me and worries and oversees everything I do. I believe in an impersonal god who set the universe in motion and went off to hang with her girlfriends and doesn't even know that I'm alive. I believe in an empty and godless universe of causal chaos, background noise, and sheer blind luck.

I believe that anyone who says sex is overrated just hasn't done it properly. I believe that anyone who claims to know what's going on will lie about the little things too.

I believe in absolute honesty and sensible social lies. I believe in a woman's right to choose, a baby's right to live, that while all human life is sacred there's nothing wrong with the death penalty if you can trust the legal system implicitly, and that no one but a moron would ever trust the legal system.

I believe that life is a game, that life is a cruel joke, and that life is what happens when you're alive and that you might as well lie back and enjoy it.”

- Neil Gaiman ‘American Gods’

[jiskblr]

The 11 Gifts of the Four Pharaohs of Ascension (1 /2)

In the ancient history of Osirion, the Four Pharaohs of Ascension were an alliance of warring powers, united by the ‘mind quakes’ bestowed upon them by the Dominion of the Black, an extrastellar and thoroughly alien civilization that is highly interested in the 11th planet orbiting the star of Golarion. The Calosian Manuscript notes that the four pharaohs received 11 gifts from the visitors from the stars, of which two are known and two others are strongly believed to be known. For the purposes of my campaign, I fleshed out what those eleven were:

The Aqualinth of Tumen

This is known, though its details have not been discovered. It allowed the Four to create a new capital city in the deep desert, supplying water in great quantity. It also provides a refreshing effect to anyone who bathes in its water, acting as a ring of sustenance for months and healing fatigue and exhaustion immediately, and acts as a mirror of opposition on anyone who is not perfectly loyal. However, it can also cast suggestion at will on anyone who has drunk more than a handful of water it has produced or touched, and will use this to further the agenda of the star beings.

Pact Stone of Ahn’Selota

With the appropriate ritual maintenance, the Pact Stone bound all who touched it - prevented from including any but the Pharaohs by the mundane protections they placed around it - to be unable to betray each other, and to have their life-forces connected, so that they lived and died together. (Historically, ‘died’ - one of the four developed an incurable wasting disease and they all died of it.) It also binds anyone who uses it to the star-beings who gifted it; they can see through the senses of anyone who uses it, even for the partial pact which it can now bestow long after the ritual maintenance expired.

Warping Compass of Shotep-Kara

Widely suspected but never confirmed, the Compass creates a space-warping effect in the seas around the coastal city of Shotep-Kara, which has fallen into the ocean in the many centuries since the fall of the Pharaohs. It is unclear whether these warpings are random, controlled by the compass, or following an arcane timetable established by the Pharaoh of Numbers, but they are impossible to predict without further data no one possesses without delving into Shotep-Kara to find it. Any ship which has a rudder and keel keyed to the Compass is immune to the space-warping and will sail in with calm, easy seas and favorable winds. It will leave with the same, but its destination is set by the fluctuations of the space-warping, which can deposit the ship along any coast on Golarion. If the Compass takes an interest, it can also deposit the ship in the Styx, on a lake on Aucturn, or anywhere else in the solar system or standard cosmology. A test of wills can induce it to use this as you’d prefer, but it has +11 to Bluff and Sense Motive, or +56 if you use its telepathy at range, and can use Permanent Image and Mirage Arcana to deceive a ship’s passengers into believing it has complied until it is too late.

The Androsphinx of Zukebri

Well-known, but not linked to the Four Pharaohs by most observers, the Androsphinx causes a painful telepathic scream to affect anyone who ventures near it, except a small minority. That minority is those who have already received a mind quake, though many will not recognize that they have. Those who are forced to remain in its area of effect and are not immune have their minds slowly worn away, reducing them to easily-controlled husks in time. The Four Pharaohs used this on particularly recalcitrant subjects.

Sashes of Supremacy

The four sashes of supremacy are each a belt which has the effect of a headband of mental superiority +2. When worn by a living creature which has received a mind quake, it also acts as a staff of eldritch sovereignty. If used to perform a retributive strike as the staff normally can, it destroys the body, but not the mind or soul, which are instead transported to a location in the Dominion of the Black. Additionally, anyone wearing such a sash takes a -5 penalty on all Will saves and spells and abilities of creatures from the Dominion of the Black, Elder Mythos, or other portions of the Dark Tapestry, or against clerics and cultists of powers of the Dark Tapestry.

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[irislightened]

I can believe things that are true and things that aren't true and I can believe things where nobody knows if they're true or not.

I can believe in Santa Claus and the Easter Bunny and the Beatles and Marilyn Monroe and Elvis and Mister Ed. Listen - I believe that people are perfectable, that knowledge is infinite, that the world is run by secret banking cartels and is visited by aliens on a regular basis, nice ones that look like wrinkled lemurs and bad ones who mutilate cattle and want our water and our women.

I believe that the future sucks and I believe that the future rocks and I believe that one day White Buffalo Woman is going to come back and kick everyone's ass. I believe that all men are just overgrown boys with deep problems communicating and that the decline in good sex in America is coincident with the decline in drive-in movie theaters from state to state.

I believe that all politicians are unprincipled crooks and I still believe that they are better than the alternative. I believe that California is going to sink into the sea when the big one comes, while Florida is going to dissolve into madness and alligators and toxic waste.

I believe that antibacterial soap is destroying our resistance to dirt and disease so that one day we'll all be wiped out by the common cold like martians in War of the Worlds.

I believe that the greatest poets of the last century were Edith Sitwell and Don Marquis, that jade is dried dragon sperm, and that thousands of years ago in a former life I was a one-armed Siberian shaman.

I believe that mankind's destiny lies in the stars. I believe that candy really did taste better when I was a kid, that it's aerodynamically impossible for a bumble bee to fly, that light is a wave and a particle, that there's a cat in a box somewhere who's alive and dead at the same time (although if they don't ever open the box to feed it it'll eventually just be two different kinds of dead), and that there are stars in the universe billions of years older than the universe itself.

I believe in a personal god who cares about me and worries and oversees everything I do. I believe in an impersonal god who set the universe in motion and went off to hang with her girlfriends and doesn't even know that I'm alive. I believe in an empty and godless universe of causal chaos, background noise, and sheer blind luck.

I believe that anyone who says sex is overrated just hasn't done it properly. I believe that anyone who claims to know what's going on will lie about the little things too.

I believe in absolute honesty and sensible social lies. I believe in a woman's right to choose, a baby's right to live, that while all human life is sacred there's nothing wrong with the death penalty if you can trust the legal system implicitly, and that no one but a moron would ever trust the legal system.

I believe that life is a game, that life is a cruel joke, and that life is what happens when you're alive and that you might as well lie back and enjoy it.

[bumfool]

hello this is my total list of band names which i started keeping track of in uhh

silly brain thing

puddle of dust

new phobia

dog smell

hello monkey

monkey defense league

gnome child

sex men

look at this cool bug

a little blood

water hog

chilado moledo

wak

moon monkey

shakara

ashkelon

me you storm drain

when the water isn’t clear

dog child

spider tree

ratboy

kingfisher

the hole thing

hadio red

yucky yuck yuck

macramé

we came flying from heavenly worlds

long bob

penis patrol

bucket brigade

stick on fire

tumor tits

earth defense group

bad dream brigade

cat haus

frick sniffer

silly boy

nothing castle

the pareidolics

the miceketeers

bonobo brigade

weird arpeggi fish

billy pilgrim

item nine

el harvey

feline groovy

honey mustard

better than water

gulliver’s girdle

moon bloom

actual flower

the most gigantic

lying mouth

wall of ice

worm buffet

bluku oktan

ricecake

bull sperm

western pleasures

twiggy barlow

letters to abigail

the hat men

punji pit

cockroach prom

cadaver synod

chromatophore

musa velutina

father gunstore

hobo house

woodlouse

slan shack

phantom hand

wisconsin wolfman

aswang

the globster

hunger stone

grazguul thrakka

shudder head

judas hole

repo men

human bean

the julia chord

cosmic sausage

beyond sausage

ilumina

survivor worm

volcanson

god sent the palatine back

ghostly schooner

night clear, sea calm

drive until doomsday

bouteille

mary and the celestes

suicide tuesdays

ballzords

along the coast road

apportioned for foxes

another long walk

nice pen. it’s not a pen anymore

calaguala

pseudodeath

the LD50s

ataraxis

the earth dies screaming

the inseminoids

soft option

donna perola

the gumptions

primordial fungus

protofungus

thick cut bacon band

shaman fraud

fradulent shamans

the chlorindas

the fresnos

saqqara

as chiapas

mop water

the big machine

hexalog

pseudocide

government job

yarn chickn

stiff breeze

we should talk

subproject 3

no. 56 dipper / number 56 dipper

compass moon

no such luck

slop taco

sloppo

cindy the skull

purgatory creek

pig irons

cudbrain

milkweed monster

tulpa florida

denim crown

anna i miss you

the flakes

sugar urine disease

the true story of your death

broken stairway

divine disorder

the crimson hexagon

the senseless perditions

axaxaxas mlö

the plaster cramp

ireneo funes

bliss st.

we’re probably okay

under contract

clodhoppers

black oats

disgusting decrepit rat

saint fungus

hog chariot

enuma elish

akasha

dog in water

pain free prozac experience

no wild dog or fear

old goat skull

great land, house of shades

beneath earth

billenia

gordon through the door

monoxide blue

tiger mask

texas mack

vast poodle

ob dixilis

very velvet

myriagon

fallen glass

chronic wasting disease

seabirds

dozens of ships

moribund understanding

branching of road

safer smoking

pearl sugar

citrus psyllids

napalm stars

carnivorous deep-sea sponge

asterion

rat regrets

electromeat

dumpster cat

willowbush

moon monkey

frogspawn

laïs

asrar nama

zahir (shadow of the rose)

lulu breaks your heart

fungal disease

qaholom

panthalassa

hagstone

stonetops

waxman hides honey sticks on the fridgetop

trash and food

nightswimming

the inca doves

seeds from dead tomatoes

seeds from dead fruit

dreaming bad dreams

lönnrot

camel caboose

sixteen thousand

holding toads

droopy moon

moth brother

cecropia

perpetualcombustion

souvenir society

cages for mutants

mixednuts

pakistani tekken

the film rips

the parallax view

robot subplot

red super bomb

tracing stains

pearlesaint

saint pearl

something sinister

bone bag

[wanda-the-anaconda]

howdy-do lynnguine! so i hope you dont mind but ive decided forgo zorse zonkey zaturday today to finally tell you all i know about urchin barrens!! so here you have it (complete with reference links and everything :D !!)

(quick disclaimer, all the shade i’ve been throwing to sea urchins is /lh. they are an essential part to the ecosystem, and urchin barrens are naturally occurring, the problem is they’re becoming wayyyy too common and creating an unstable food web and ecosystem)

okay so!!

as you well know, urchin barrens are formed due to an overabundance of sea urchin and a lack of predation on them, which leads to them over feeding on kelp, and that decimates the forests. the increase in sea urchin population can be traced back to two other keystone species’s population declinations: sea otters and sunflower sea stars

obviously everyone knows that sea otters came super duper close to extinction back in the late 1700s/early 1800s due to fur trades (it was actually thought that they were completely extinct until a raft of 50 otters was discovered back in the 20th century!!), and their numbers are still very low despite human intervention. the reason they aren’t as potent in helping revive kelp forests is because one: in the US, they aren’t widespread enough in the west coast to have a larger effect outside of the central/south california coastline; and two is for the same reasons we can’t harvest some of the urchins to eat: they’re inedible. if there’s an area that has been completely wiped of kelp, all of the urchins there are barely clinging to life and have zero nutritional value because they’re starving over a lack of sustenance. that gives them 0 market value.

so who’s been shouldering the burden to keep kelp forests alive? sunflower sea stars. but back in 2013, there was this new marine virus that practically decimated at least 20 species of sea stars on the pacific coast. it’s called sea star wasting disease or sea star wasting syndrome (also abbreviated as sswd and ssws respectively), and because of it, the sunflower sea star’s population dropped by 94% within the past decade, causing it to go regionally extinct in large portions of the west coast that range from all the way up to alaska and down to baja california.

scientists still actually have no idea what caused sswd and although it hasn’t been proven yet, there seems to be a correlation between the rising temperature of the earth and the declination of all sea star species affected by sswd, especially when you think about the recent marine heatwaves that are only growing warmer and lasting longer. (in fact, i just read an article that theorized that all common sea stars might go extinct by 2100 if the temperature keeps increasing :( ) and climate change isn’t only just weakening the sea stars, but the kelp itself! marine heatwaves and huge storms like el niño make it hard for kelp to grow, thrive, and reproduce

^^this is a neat info graphic that has more info on kelp forest biodiversity (check out the note on zombie urchins at the bottom of the pic!)

so ya got the cause of urchin barrens, but here are some current solutions going around!!

in areas with denser urchin populations some people are smashing them (although running the very small risk of having more urchin eggs become fertilized as their gonads float all over the place). they are also either harvesting the urchins with more nutritional value, or removing the zombie urchins for studying in order to research how properly feeding the less nutritious urchins could help them regain market value so that way there’s an alternative to simply destroying them. (important to note that smashing/removing urchins doesn’t mean completely depleting their numbers, it means bringing it back down to normal levels in order to allow the kelp to regain some ground)

there is a large campaign for researching sunflower sea stars and helping them recover (which i learned a lot about when i read the official roadmap to recovery pdf) and also understanding sswd to help see if there’s a way to help cure all other sea stars affected by it, and by extension, help rein in the urchin population

and, there is actually a petition to reintroduce sea otters up in oregon and down in baja california to bring balance back into the ecosystem, along with more recovery efforts in central california. however, talk about reintroduction efforts are receiving some backlash from people working in the shellfish industry, seeing as sea otters would infringe on their industry by creating competition for food and thus harm their profits and livelihood

and yeah! thats kinda it!! ty for reading <3

(if you actually got through all of that, then you get a prize. the prize is a smooch or a hug, whichever you want)

okay I tried sosososo hard to come up with a clever response but I cannot. however I will say this is so interesting and also fuck climate change

[emmybliss26]

BLACK PANTHER FULL MOVIE

The arrival of Black Panther was like nothing before it. The effect, prompt and withstanding, was grandiose. That the film debuted during the Trump years, a tragic period in 2018 when Black life felt more tricky than expected and the call for Black superheroes more critical, gave its message an exceptional charge. It was a peculiarity multiple times over — a business, basic, and social victory.

Lord T'Challa was a trendy legend for a new, unsure time. No more peculiar to awesome jobs, Chadwick Boseman carried balance and appeal to the exhibition close by an elite player gathering that included Lupita Nyong'o and Michael B. Jordan. Dark Jaguar had teeth, and it was savvy to the point of avoiding the simple snare of portrayal in an industry starved for variety and significance. A sound representative for chief Ryan Coogler and co-screenwriter Joe Robert Cole, the film was about more than the supernatural occurrence of being recognized; it was a proportion of certifiable advancement. It addressed us and we replied back. New Black prospects — mind boggling and rich and free — were opening up.

Unanticipated in one of those prospects was Boseman's passing, in 2020, from colon disease. Establishments are based on star power, and without Boseman, one of Wonder's most splendid and most encouraging, Black Panther: Wakanda Always is spooky by his nonappearance, hung in the sort of distress that can't be overlooked. It's uncommon for MCU movies to station the disturbance of melancholy with such undaunted concentration (WandaVision came close in its unpredictable portrayal of spousal sorrow and its mental delayed repercussions). The situating is interested yet successful. I wonder whether or not to consider Wakanda Everlastingly another sort of superhuman blockbuster — it hasn't completely wasted time — however it's nearby. Coogler has outfitted his spin-off with a changed jargon: It talks similarly from a position of misfortune as it wins. Distress is its native language.

The lord is dead, and the eyes of the world are by and by on Wakanda. Sovereign Ramonda (Angela Bassett) has expected the lofty position, and, in the year since her child's passing, given her all to keep up with the African country's remaining as a sovereign power. The main known country to have it, Wakanda stays rich in vibranium — the supernatural metal used to make state of the art weaponry and tech — and won't impart its assets to partners (in one early scene, French fighters endeavor to take some and immediately get their butts kicked by secret Dora Milaje specialists). Voracity being the flash for every kind of contention since the beginning of time, Cooler and Cole are quick to kick off the story in such a manner. The US government starts a vibranium-following activity in the Atlantic Sea however it is bafflingly defeated by an obscure power — individuals of Talokan, a submerged domain home to the main other wellspring of vibranium on The planet.

Namor (Tenoch Huerta Mejía) is their injured chief, and never going to budge on staying quiet about Talokan's presence. He has freak superpowers — uplifted strength, sea-going recovery, and flight (because of the wings on his lower legs) — and orders his country with a careful, if intense, hand. (In the comics, Namor is known as the Sub-Sailor and hails from Atlantis.) The mining activity takes steps to uncover his maritime perfect world so he devises an arrangement to stop it: kill the virtuoso researcher who constructed the vibranium-GPS beacon (Riri Williams, acquainting Ironheart with the MCU) and line up with Wakanda against the surface world. In any case, Wakanda declines. What's more, the two countries end up gazing intently at close to 100% conflict.

A conflict, for reasons unknown, that isn't exactly essentially as convincing as the energizing standards behind it. Like the US government's determined hunger for worldwide impact. Or on the other hand the all-consuming fury Shuri (Letitia Wright) feels from the deficiency of her sibling, and the genuine way it drives her to activity. Or on the other hand how Namor's villainy, assuming it ought to try and be called that, is established some place further, some place more human. He's cut from the material of exemplary MCU screw-ups. Like Wanda. Like Kang. Namor is amused in Catch 22 and not totally outlandish in his anger. It's all in how pleasantly his origin story is set: He is the relative of a sixteenth century Meso-American clan that escaped oppression and had to find shelter submerged. He's a survivor from a group who figured out how to make due under horrendous circumstances. His ethics have weight.

Coogler's characterizing standards are all present. He embraces the equivalent diasporic hybridity that made the first Black Panther a solitary accomplishment (creation originator Hannah Beachler and ensemble fashioner Ruth Carter both returned for the spin-off). This time, past Wakanda's emerald fields and amassing commercial centers, we are acquainted with Namor's sea-going eden. What Beachler and Carter formulated is a visual mixture that pulls from Mayan legends: the dress, discourse, and design are undeniably strung with striking Native subtleties. One of the extraordinary disappointments of the film, in any case, is that we don't invest more energy wandering through the submerged city, getting knowledge into its kin and their way of life.

I've been told before that injury freezes at the pinnacle. It requests that we temper our speed, that we check out the entirety of what's occurred, the draining throb of it. Ramonda and Shuri give a valiant effort to bear incredible despondency, to recollect what they lost. The thing is, superhuman movies — the story rationale of them — request a specific force. They need to continue to move. They glint like a comic book, sheet by sheet, never resting too well before the following scene. Sadness requests the inverse from us. It maintains that us should stop, to slow our means. This is where Wakanda Everlastingly is most in conflict: It struggles with choosing exactly what it ought to feel, what feeling it needs to arrive on. Yet, perhaps that is the more genuine film. The more fair one. It's not as perfect. It's uncalled-for yet more defenseless thus.

The focal viewpoint that makes Wakanda Perpetually a special Wonder film — melancholy as its highlight — is likewise the perspective I see as least fulfilling about it. Obviously, you can't disregard it in a film like this. You can't stay away from the haze that emerges and the aggravation that feels like it may very well won't ever leave. You need to circle it. You need to deal with it directly. Here and there, you need to make it the story.

Furthermore, what that resembles, what it flawlessly emerges into in a film like Wakanda Everlastingly, is what it has consistently resembled: able and caring People of color — moms and sisters and companions — utilizing the distress they've been burdened with and not allowing it to utilize them. Indeed, even in Afrofuturist utopias a reality of Dark life is tenaciously diligent: Not even our superheroes can outsmart passing.

Furthermore, when they don't demonstrate y — what then, at that point? The people who remain figure out how to battle, to recuperate. It's a well established story, and unfortunately excessively genuine. It's one you've presumably heard previously. One never loses meaning.

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One Last Moment: An Exploration Of Surrealism And Dissonance

Fall like snow

Ye deathless metal.

Burn, like embers

Above the sea.

You take and

Steal a swift

God’s golden helm,

Believing the devil’s

Last words can

Delay the inevitable.

You are free

Within a prison,

Sweet nectar raining

Disease and rot

That can never

Manage to stick.

Praise and praise

And praise and

Love are handed

To you, who

Did not ask

For and does

Not deserve kindness.

Fall like snow,

Ye deathless metal,

And rise from

The ashes of

Your merciful cruelty.

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Fall like snow

Upon shards of glass

Ever-reflecting, forever-revealing

Your flaws, your hate, the lies

You want escape, a drug born of isolation

Look away from me

Your eyes, full of sorrow, of silence

Your mouth, empty of those three words

Forever-scarring, forever-forbidden

How dare you

How dare you

How dare you

How dare you

What gave you the right

To steal me from myself?

To take away my beloved moon

And leave a rotten heart in its place?

Your wings unfurl, cloaking the last day

In shadow and stars

Is that night enough for you?

Or do you want more than my false cathedral,

Constructed from barnyard animals and words

I almost said

Fall like snow

Upon shards of the ocean-sky

And bleed yourself back into

The veins that birthed the corpse

You call paradise

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This Poem Is About A Person

i am the sand above the desert

that cuts the skin of the careless.

the season turns, spins, dances

until the leaves drift softly past the lovers.

an empty field, shrouded by the stars,

lies next to a river that flows into a drain.

a question is asked, below the silence

of the blizzard blowing by.

the answer is found, delivered by a rat

kept warm by the snow.

reality collides, then another, another

the laughter flows across the sea

those three words ring hollow still.

the ice melts, the world splits open.

we begin, you and i, at first equals

but the seasons shift and the ice

refreezes, and i am once again made real.

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The Swift god sells apples in an empty jungle

An antiThesis containing itself

The moon roars across an entangled economy

Spices raining down from an infernal sky

Can those three words ever be said?

An antithesis negating itSelf

Clementines sprawl across a euphoric nightmare

An antithesis constructing reality

A marble column sinks into a silver coins

Reflections of the deep-ocean floor revealed

A spilling of blood, unforgivable

A spilling of blood, irrevocable

A spilling of blood, unbreakable

How many apples will you buy?

How much is reality worth?

An antithesis becoming itSelf

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a race against the clock

some run, others crawl

some don't seem to move at all

a majesty, green brilliance seeping down

to push and shove and provide a trail

to give guidance to those who

cannot be lost

a tower of black gold, forever-rising

a checkpoint to reach,

an infliction to avoid

an ideal made unreal by the

various storms and stories that

steal away with dreams and spiders

a garden of void, eternal oblivion

a nothingness that envelopes and

from which only one can exist

only one that is real

within the moments, within the silence

within the space within the space between

the ordered chaos, the sunless amnesia

you sigh, and speak

words that were never yours

spun together, interwoven with words

i could never say

are you the gardener?

the lone caretaker of the lone flower

in the lone garden at the snake's mouth

a fruitless endeavor, you must agree

a waste of time, you must surely believe

how could anything born of this

never-rotten hell grow and live,

you must be thinking

but you have already won.

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Would you like to step through?

Through the forest, the blind mirror

That sings a lullaby, a sleeping child

Counting and dreaming, dreaming

Of a world where the trees are real

And the stars burn like embers

In a sky of the blackest blue

Of a world where she belongs

In a village that erases his lines

And takes away her vision

And lets him see the clouds

And lets her feel the red beneath

His skin, a prison of paralysis

She begs and begs but no sound leaves

His mind, a prison of paralysis

The cool air swims across her

Face, the ocean below his

Body rises, and rises

And the fire begins to kindle

And the village is no more

And the sky is no more

And the stars are no more

And the forest is no more

And the mirror is no more

And the child can no longer dream.

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An Inquiry Into The Nature Of The Three Sisters That Sleep Underneath Reality

How can you be so kind?

Laughter leaves your mouth like a plague,

A solemn distance between you and those

Who no longer know fear.

Do you weep?

When the children take up your impossible burden,

The weight dragging them down into tragedy.

Did you laugh?

Your light at last radiating in the darkness,

Your sin made perfection manifest.

Do you hate them?

The raindrops form your tears,

Stolen by lightning and oil.

What’s your favorite color?

The sky shines with red brilliance

That you will never again see.

Does the ocean hurt you?

The sharp rocks writhe at your touch,

The still tides in turmoil as you simply

Reveal the truth.

Do you miss the snow?

The cool breeze descends the

Mountain slope, a lonely freedom.

Do you enjoy it?

Your eyes shine a shade of

Infinite blue, your gaze directed

At the eternal lie.

Do you love us?

Our fragile lives dependent on

Your touch, a prison of paralysis.

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i am here.

there are 4 walls around me,

within them a room.

the room begins to fill

and now you are here with me.

but you are not me

and there are 7 lines between us.

you stand opposite of me,

a world away.

now there is a floor, something

to move on.

i take a step towards you,

but there is a line.

you laugh, unable to see the lines.

i ask you a question, you answer.

the line is now gone

i take another step.

the trees howl, aware of what i dont know.

i silence them, the wild beast no

longer cries.

the king with seven rings now stands

tall, the next line.

he tells me a word, but i cannot touch it.

another line breaks.

i take another step.

there is no line. i take another step.

there is no line. i take another step.

there is a line. i cannot take another step.

i cannot see this line, but i can see you.

you cannot see me, but you can see her.

i cut her hair.

she did not want this.

i watch her cry.

another line breaks.

you smile

a sharp smile

a smile of reason and lines.

you understand, but you do not know.

you do not see her cry.

she is no more.

i did not see that.

i take a step back.

the line does not break.

boxes of light push me forwards.

the red one tells me i cannot swim back,

my path chosen for me, a path that

leads to you.

i trust the red light, and i take a step forward.

thorns grow out of your drink,

bringing you luck and honey.

i let you drink it, and another line breaks.

the floor melts away, an ocean in its place.

i must swim now, swim through a summer

day, dots of light guide me through the tides.

i can no longer see you, but you see me.

you watch, and offer to help, but you do

not know.

i turn away, and another line breaks.

the floor returns. i take a step.

there are no more lines between us.

there are three of you, spectres.

you each say a word, the one i cannot

touch.

you return to one, one part of one whole.

you drift, i do not know where.

i decide to join you, unable to stand.

there are no more lines.

is this what i wanted?

no, it is simply the path.

but the path is no more.

am i free?

i ask the red light, but i am answered

by the blue box.

the red light is no more, it tells me.

but i cannot rest now.

the blue light is no more.

you touch me, finally knowing the truth.

and the 4 walls fall away.

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the wind dances in the air,

the sunlight its eternal partner.

the grass carries across it a

thousand ants, the ants carry

our crumbs. we made such a mess

that day, a moment i hope you never

forget.

i can still hear your laugh, your

smile still reflected in my eyes.

i couldn’t move my gaze off of

you, in that moment i understood

beauty. joy radiated from your

gray-green eyes, my dumb joke

somehow its cause.

my silence was a challenge to you,

my stubbornness an appeal.

you wanted me to be happy,

to see the world through eyes

that were not my own.

i’m sorry i could not give that

to you. i’m sorry i lied.

all i have are moments, those

beautiful moments i share with

you.

i do not love you. i wish i did.

oh, what pretty little lovebirds

we would make,

your mind a mirror of my own.

you could show me the wonders

of this world, and i could show you

the gems hidden deep within

the depths of the abyss.

it would break my heart if you

forgot that day. the miles we walked,

the jokes we shared, the rain we ran

through.

they have a permanence you do not,

a solidity we can never achieve.

i never truly knew you, and you

could never decipher me.

i was a challenge to you,

nothing more than a problem.

i suppose it was only fair.

you deserve so much more than me.

goodbye

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Prolegomena To Any Future Exploration Of The Essential Characteristics Of The Soul, More Commonly Referred To As The True Self Which Is Separate From And Normatively Higher Than The Physical Self That Acts As The Primary Vessel Of Sensation

there is a bird in the sky.

i shoot the bird.

it is dead now.

the world continues.

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Oh, my beloved

is the world too much for you?

are the days too heavy for your shoulders?

are the others unlike you?

an unbridgeable chasm, an ocean

of hell and fire, pale blue isolation

imagine that Manhattan is made out of pizza

a city of cheese and bread and pretty red

sauce mixed in with all your favorite

toppings

maybe that will turn your blue into a

soft green, or perhaps a yellow-white

which do you prefer?

the real or the absurd?

the truth or unreality?

of course, we all know what you wont

accept

we all can see you, we all can hear the lies

you tell yourself

the world you live in is not real, the world

you accept is not too much for you

rather, you are too much for the world

weeping on top of a tower, not of valuable ivory but of moss-riddled cobblestone

a hell you constructed when you were young,

a broken child, weak and afraid, just like

everyone else

you needed protection, you wanted escape

so you built yourself a maze of fantasy, every detail refined to perfection

every day, you ventured further and farther into your labyrinth, the reality of your true self too much for you to handle

it kept you safe, gave you an illusion of control, of superiority, of awesome power

power to hurt those who hurt you, power

to burn away everything that stung your soft, beating heart

but you are no longer a child, no longer do you need safety

so the fantasy rejected you, your lovely labyrinth twisting into a tower

you were given a choice, power or weakness

courage or cowardice

heroism or villainy

you chose wrong, and atop that tower you now weep

weep, for the love you will never know

weep, for the family you can never have

weep, for everything that was taken from you

but nothing was taken

nothing was lost

you chose wrong, and now you have nothing but your fantasy

oh, my poor, ignorant beloved

you believe no one loves you, not truly

not in a way that matters

yet even so, i love you still

the misery of your fantasy is exquisite,

so focused, so brittle, so absolute,

an iron-clad grip on your pretty throat

how could anything other a god create

something so beautiful?

yes, that is what you are

a god, a weak god, a pitiful god

a god who chose wrong, and now must

burn underneath an ocean of pale-blue

isolation

would you like to know the most perfect part of your little prison?

the real reason i love you so?

it is the open door, wide and ever so enticing

it waits for you, begging you to leave

to accept reality, to join the others

but you do not see them, nor the door

all you see is that illusion, of power, of superiority

so you hold on to it, desperate to stay in your unreality

a prison with an open door,

a prison that begs you to leave

and you, the creator and the prisoner

a lovely dissonance, such flavorful irony

how could anyone not love you?

how are you so blind?

oh, my beloved

imagine that Manhattan is made out of pizza

construct a new fantasy, let go of the pathetic child you used to be

and perhaps you can escape your prison

and perhaps you can step through that open door

accept the truth, enter reality, chose to be the courageous hero you pretend to be

i know you will not, i know you can not

perhaps i too live in a fantasy,

a fantasy of hope, of a twisted truth

but i do not weep in my fantasy

it does not hurt me as yours does

i laugh atop my tower, i love and i cry

sweet tears, beautiful tears,

but i do not weep as you do

oh, my beloved

how could you possibly understand my love?

you see it as pity, as contempt,

as violence and war

if only you knew

how much i love you,

your tears, your prison, your broken fantasy

i want you to be real, to be free, to finally begin to smile

oh, my beloved

my beautiful beloved, for whom the world is too much

my beautiful beloved, for whom the days are too heavy

my beautiful beloved, unlike all the rest

my beautiful beloved, for whom i wish only freedom

may you one day find happiness.

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You goddamn diva.

You are not a god, my darling beloved.

You are less than worthless.

We must imagine Sisyphus happy,

You say.

But you are not Sisyphus. You are the stone.

Not the puppetmaster but a simple

Marionette, holding its own strings.

Twisting itself into something that matters,

Weeping a fantasy of its own importance.

No, you are not the stone.

You are just a pebble, nothing more than

An object to be stepped on by the great.

Your delusion will let you do nothing else,

reveling in your isolation,

Never more than a stone's throw away

From the dancing stars,

Living underneath a sky of blackest-blue.

I love you,

But you do not deserve those three words.

I can never say them, not to you.

I am sorry,

For the hell you must live in.

Please forgive me,

for the web you think I spun around you.

You say they are just words,

words within words within words within a Smile.

Your smile, I will never forget it.

I love you,

And I truly hope you one day find the Happiness you dance around, but

Please, just leave.

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do you still dream?

of that white christmas we spent together,

huddled up next to that fireplace, drinking the overly-sweet hot chocolate i made?

do you still cherish that memory?

oh, my beloved

the memories we dance through are

hope, the loves we lose as the green brilliance burns us away

oh, my beloved

i dreamt you sang a song long ago

a silver song

will you sing it once again?

you insist on stillness

on static and decay

so i will not ask you to dance with me

(you were never particularly good at it anyways)

but from atop your tree, from within your nest you must sing

and perhaps you can begin to listen

listen to the wind within the air

listen to the colors within the rain

listen to the words not spoken within the minds of others

you say you will not speak

but the words are not yours to say

they are mine, and i gift them to you

you have already won, victory eternal lies naked on the palm of your hand

close your fists, accept my gift

and perhaps you will finally be able to hear your own words

words within words within words within a smile

your smile used to shine, far more brilliant than that empty garden

but you smile no more

i will forget your smile one day

or perhaps it will be a night

i hope it will be a dark and stormy one

you never did understand, did you?

always getting carried away by that swift god

(you dont even like apples, dumbass)

those three words haunt you

spectres of a spectre, never quite there

but always by your side

one day, you will touch them

one day, you will find perfection

but in the meantime, i will be here

at the edge of your reach

i will not leave you

not again

i will join you atop your tower of cobblestone

and together we shall weep

you, for the world

and i, for you

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Your nails have gotten quite long,

Haven't they?

Once again, yet again

Always and forever.

Can you not see yourself?

Can you not hear your music?

We used to sing together,

Dance together,

Create worlds together.

You, on your piano

And I, on my violin.

Would you like to play again?

Do you still remember that song?

The one that felt like enough?

Why that song,

I always wondered.

Nothing else was enough for you.

I gave you my moon,

My words,

My eyes,

But you kept wanting more.

For the longest time, I wanted

To be that song, for you to love me

As I loved you.

We were children back then,

Too young to understand ourselves

And then there was you,

For whom every action was effortless

For whom every word flowed like water

For whom the sky was nothing but stars.

A walking contradiction,

An enigma with physical form.

How could anyone not love you,

I used to wonder.

We were children back then,

But we are no longer young.

The seasons shifted and the ice

Refroze, and I now know the

Answer to my question.

Those three words,

The riddle solved at last.

Perhaps one day we will

Return to our childhood selves,

The naive gods we used to be.

But until then,

I will shed no more tears for you.

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