#abstract community

[lebuc]

homeward (quieted hearts)

* night serves its patina'd noir platter with a side of mist - chilled - in a forshadowy broth;

amber streetlights taunt midnight blue skies into a revelation, a trite tableau, uncovered for this onlooker’s very own eyes.

at this time of hollowed hearing, each evening’s discrete event solos a sonic imprint of its persona in a shade, a tinge, a quirk of soul, if you will: a tire skid on graveled pavement under construction nearby brays brusque & insistently;

the doppler effect of a freight train’s whistle  doles in a reticence - wistful, but compelled.

the massive multi-engine roar of a Southwest jet, headed for Midway airport chuffs haughtily & confident thru crisp cirrus’d night air;

the cool, damp maple leaf crunch underfoot, insouciant & unavoidable in its musky mink of multi-amber, muffle the parsed pulses of hearts a tad too quieted; meeting, pondering reveries in parallel,  purposefully walking - homeward.

* 11/15 - 2/25 - lebuc -  homeward (quieted hearts)

[euesworld]

"She's got roses growing up her heart, thorns and all don't get me started.. and when I look at her, all I can think is that's true art. She's so beautiful that she's all you'll ever see, it's like being at the beach and trying not to see the sea.. it's like being in the garden and not seeing flowers, like being in the presence of greatness and not feeling power. She is so divine, like these roses that try to grow in my mind.."

And I hope that you will find, her.. she is the absence of hurt, basically the whole reason why we have a world - eUë

[pelicandensity]

Engine Fire

she was running on fumes

doing too much with too little

until her engine caught fire

it made her slow down

contemplate what was

most important

so she quit her job

sold her house

moved out west to

live in a cabin

sold handmade jewelry

and for the first time

in her life

she was happy

[oddman-the-oldman]

[mochaout]

Teacher

Thank you for the lessons you have brought

Thank you for teaching me how to identify and know what I need (by modeling unhealthy attachments)

Thank you for teaching me rebirth (by pushing me to the core of me)

Thank you for teaching me patience and wasting time is not the same (by being an investment with little to no return)

Thank you for teaching me how people show value where they find value (by highlighting my value to you is only derived from how you benefit from me, it’s not inherent)

Thank you for teaching me boundaries (by walking all over me when it benefited you)

Thank you for teaching me confidence (by taking every opportunity you can find to work to tear me down mentally and emotionally)

Thank you for teaching how to be vulnerable (by belittling my emotions or communications)

Thank you for being my toughest teacher yet

I loved you (I love me more now)

No longer your student

—MochaOut

[zytes]

look alive, sunshine

[pioneerdevs]

Experience a visual journey into the realm of abstraction with this captivating wallpaper. Swirls of vibrant colors blend and twist, creating a mesmerizing dance of light and shadow. Geometric shapes converge and diverge, forming intricate patterns that seem to shift and morph before your eyes. Layers of texture add depth to the composition, inviting you to explore its intricacies. This abstract masterpiece is a fusion of creativity and imagination, offering a captivating escape from the ordinary into a world of dynamic and thought-provoking art.

[shibusawaz]

is it wrong to say hes literally me

[lonely-abstraction]

☆ New DJ oc ! ☆

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What do you think of her ?

[pinep-ne]

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[lebuc]

energize & glow up

* big fish swallow whole any small fry gets in the way & day by day the meglo's get swole;

with a so-narrow path to glow-up 'cept at their own peril, like Pauline in the old funnies for most indie bunnies, should you blow up;

here, there - traversing curses, dispersing tokenship & bad commercials from a sow's ear to a silk purse in reverse, but ...could be worse.

you could be denied any role in a cast; no lines, no credits, a hole in your ship's ballast & no Dutch boy's thumb to plug up the gap,

no wharf, no scarf or feather for your cap, no fine weathered friends to tuck you in for a nap;

your dinghy's adrift or on two feet of snow, in an icy current's whisk with an undertow - itsa no-go.

‘cept one day you'll start to realize no one’s coming to rescue, to no great surprise; you'll have to become captain of your own fate, your savoir faire keying the golden gate;

despite this rhyming toward triteness, ( you know that i'm right ) might sometimes gets frightened in a one-on-one fight.

so pick & pop roadblocks - one jab at a time; grab an steady bystander to hold onto the line 'fore your high-flying leap thru the wind, off the ledge of trepidation & doubt, no hemming or hedge; to find one day soon you're at a filling station gassed up, classed up with a reservation for yourself, your cute boo ( or two - you do you ) for a damned exhilarating rendezvous.

all because you dared grasp hold of a self-powered line & the shock of it all is... you’re still feeling just fine. * 1/23 - 3/25 - lebuc - energize & glow up

[euesworld]

"She is the riverman, she escorts you across death.. with long, perfect, slender legs under her cloak. She rows across the sea slowly, cloak covering her face in shadows reciting rituals like the pope.. the oars dipping into lightless dark matter, a rippling hollow darkness that emanates an eerie groan. You are aware of her, though you can't move a thread.. death.. her cloak slips a bit and you see a skull. Thin wispy, stringy hair hangs from the skull in patches and her eyes are cold.. two blue sparks floating in its eye sockets where the eyes should be.. she turned and you hear the raft bump against something, a dock? Out of the corner of your eye, you can see her coming over to where you lie.. with a strength that was impossible, she picked your body up easily with one hand, and as she carried you, you can see the dark, star filled night. Your body twists in her grip and you are facing those perfect womanly legs again as she walked along.. she stopped. Suddenly you feel as if something is wrong.. you can feel despair, emptiness, sadness, hate.. thick around you, squeezing like a snake. The feeling is consuming you, like your soul is dissolving.. it transcends pain like nothing you have ever experienced before. If you could scream, it would be an eternal wail of anguish like the curse of billions of souls that believed in absolutely nothing, in other words.. the devil.. the devil is absolutely nothing, the opposite of God. And as the riverman flings your body into a big dark hole, the energy that makes up your soul dissolves and the last thing that you experienced was the fabric of your soul being slowly torn, shredded, and destroyed even as you fought against it. You ceased to exist. They say you can't destroy energy, but when you believe in nothing.. you become nothing in the afterlife. Believing in nothing is like believing in the devil, the darkness before light when nothing existed.. you don't return to the flow of the universe, you don't return to God. The riverman looks at the black hole once more and turns around.. she returns to her boat to collect another soul. She looks up into the ethereal sky filled with stars and she whispers a little prayer.. 'I live for you. I love for you. Treat others with compassion. I give to you. My life for you. May our souls be everlasting.' She started rowing back across the darkness lapping at the sides of her boat. I'm starting to wonder how many trips she makes a day? If you don't believe in anything, why do you do the things you do? Cause you are told? Must be a pretty empty life with no meaning. Maybe it's best to just become part of the nothing.. it's a cruel existence not knowing God's love. God loves everything equally, down to the last cockroach but if you don't believe in God, God is not obligated to believe in you.. anything that God doesn't believe in just ceases to exist. Which isn't such a bad fate anyway, cause y'all don't believe in anything.. so you are right in a way."

Meh, this will probably be analyzed and scrutinized.. it's a story. Take what you want out of it, haha.. it's a weird fuggin story, I admit - eUë

[shimmershy]

I've been longing for Daisies to push through the floor And I wish plant life would grow all around me So I won't feel dead anymore

[alkalamity]

Hear me out. Ratiorine AU where Aventurine is a mer captured by a group of researchers and Ratio is the scientist brought on board to teach him how to speak and access his intelligence levels.

[charrators]

i feel like it means something that the camera focuses on the license plate that says “jax.001”. like i Don’t think it means that he was the first, but apparently, when you duplicate an object in blender, the copy is called (object).001 so like. What The Fuck