#clxiv

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Have you heard of the critically-acclaimed MMORPG Final Fantasy XIV

have you heard of the critically-acclaimed mmorpg final fantasy xiv

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ahh video game too many numeral i practically cat read - ff clxiv fishy

[wallacepolsom]

Wallace Polsom, Ask Me No Questions CLXIV (01 May 2024), paper collage, 20 x 27.7 cm.

[unabashedqueenfury]

Reign 2013-2017/01-01

Toby Finn Regbo as Francis Valois

Giovanottino, il bello andar che hai!

E quanto ti sta bene il viso adorno!

La terra fai tremar dove ne vai,

L'alberi fai fiorire intorno intorno:

L'alberi attorno attorno fai fiorire,

Come le rose nel mese di aprile.

(Giuseppe Tigri, from "Canti popolari toscani ", Bontà e Bellezza dell'Uomo, Rispetto CLXIV, 1856)

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Chapter 17

Deception Painted Azure

CLXIII. All fragments of her own creation had begun their fall Into the predetermined places of this devious plan. Everything in just order of events, saw Aurianne. Indeed, the threads were fellows, in accordance with her thrall: The fool with the Orb predicted well this eventuality, Despite the need-be sacrifice of all immortality, Including her own sister. Yet to her the be-all-end-all Was the grandest goal of resurrection, such mighty haul!

CLXIV. The web of lies which she hath spun would never leave the world, Of that she was sure in spite of the evidence contrary. Many an ally still had parts to play, oft unwittingly, And thus, Sky Peruvia was her precious pawn unfurled. Though the all-powerful Goddess of Death possessed grand valence In the alchemy of souls, hers lacked all plotting talents, As not a single string of scheme around her heart was curled. This made her easy pray for those who fate round their fingers twirled.

CLXV. Such solitude bred curiosity which was easily Used against her, as was made clear in the burial of the old fool. Now all that remained was clear, howbeit dangerous, and cruel. To truly break the boundary and let beasts through ceaselessly, The blood of kin-in-kind demanded to be bitterly spilled. The wound not grave, yet not superficially cast or instilled. That was the premonition, which the Witch sought greedily. It befell once long ago; It will befall again eagerly.

CLXVI. The hilled horizons cast their tenebrous shadows athwart The valley’s path, which Ríona deftly maneuvered through. Every so often screeches and howls would the sound imbue In echoed silence of all living beings, tearing apart Any remaining courage, even in the bravest of beings. She could hear her own nervous breath flooded with anxious feelings After each occurrence. Something primal was put on alert Inside of her – stirred, as the dreaded beaks prowled beastly about.

CLXVII. This fear reminded her of that fated day when Mockwir fell, When masses of people which moved in morose unity Fled from the monsters feathered in black. These memories lucidly Danced deep inside her mind. The Scheming Witch sought to compel The lass to act: “That’s it, my sapling, cuttest thy way through Without a doubt, ne’er leaving a trace of thy avenue Of escape.” The girl nodded in a sombre agreement’s yell And asked her ghostly guide for guidance in an ire’s swell.

CLXVIII. “There’s hundreds, if not thousands, in these peaks of white and grey, Along with those who prowl in the valleys of voracious streams; How in the world am I supposed to make it through the seams Of their battered and scattered lines, Aurianne?” She shared her dismay. The goddess saw a reprise of words would not work again, Therefore, she advised the girl to keep focus on their plan, Ne’er let her trial’s quest out of sight lest she be led astray. She harnessed honeyed words of reason to begin her play.

CLXIX. “Thou standest much closer to thy goal than thou mightest think. We have passed down from the tallest breadths of the Guardians And will soon be faced by the ranges of the Frozen Plains. My dear, it is there where we might take the delectable drink Of courage and vigour on the grounds of battle, and face this Incursion ‘fore it grows into an invasion of the abyss! I’m sure that news has marched its way through the celestial ink And reached thy father, who rides up to save his domain’s brink.”

CLXX. “Do not falter in tenacity! ‘Tis thine heavy burden Thou mustest carry, for such is now thy dire destiny.” Ríona could feel her chest grow in stark severity For contempt-carried was her heart when the all-outcome hearkened. Alas, even in such a headstrong state, she knew Aurianne Was not spouting bewitching lies through her teeth, not more than The usual. Before her laid the bypath with its burden Of safety’s promise, down the Tribunal Hills’ trail uncertain.

CLXXI. She strode to hide between the conifers as more and more Beasts rushed along the ridges. After what felt like a lifetime, The light began its fall below the horizon, marking her climb Would soon commence. She rushed between the rocks in noble splendour, Gracefully finding sure footing, reaching up to the hilltop, Bare in its beauty. Alas, here she was exposed in her gallop Across the plateau; whereupon; wide-spanning, laid before Her spread the very plains of which the Witch spoke afore.

CLXXIII. The shadows of pined woods behind her, she snuck up toward The glade-grasses which differed in their reach up to the stars. With caressing care, she pounced between the ground’s greenest hairs And finished the long silent stretch, closing in on her reward. Then suddenly, the sound of breaking bark from behind her Shot ice into her veins. In utter terror, she turned to defer All doubt and gazed across her shoulder. Dead, glowing eyes roared With voracity. Standing there a mass of torn flesh, feathered, abhorred.

CLXXIV. The goddess whispered swift words of cold-sharpened verity: “Slay it now; use thy combat lore and end its pathetic plight Before it alerts all others in the nearness of our flight!” Woe struck, and the screech filled their every pore with agony And anguish. Terrified, the body began moving on Its own, hurling a jagged stone towards the dreaded spawn. Yet, it still neared the girl with sinister asperity, As if content with its quarry of flow’s prosperity.

CLXXV. Struck by the moment, Ríona looked about spotting countless Darkened figures approaching her with dread from every flank. The goddess wished to give advice – give a simple tug or yank, Alas before a single uttered word, the lass would impress With meticulous motion, striking the demon down swiftly. She speared through its beak, ‘fore the beast could scream a tune sickly. The black blood which sprayed her forearms, stung with sharpened finesse, As Aurianne brought heed to this ominous siege in progress.

CLXXVI. Ríona rose her throwing arm with her spear-staff fitted, Closed her eyes and uttered: “Forgivest me, if I fail thy trial, Dear Aurianne,” and before the goddess could her thoughts compile, The girl threw the doomed javelin t’wards the creatures quick-witted, And ran as fast as the winds could carry her down the hill. The spirit-guest roared in disbelief with a mocking shrill: “Art thou mad?! Why dost thou cast ��way thy sole spear outfitted? Ridiculous! As if instructing a pigeon dim-witted!”

CLXXVII. With a groan, she added: “Run now lass, go as fast as feet take thee!” Then Aurianne secluded herself in old memories Again, searching for a chasm in her plan of centuries Which was now coming to fruition. Indeed, high guarantee Of success; immaculate. To think she had been sorely stressed About the languor’s powder, yet the girl had not suppressed A single memory; at least that’s what the Witch could see And falsely believed: Blood will be spilled for the crown almighty.

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Go to bed. Go to school. Go to hell. (CLXIV)

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🎵: “IMAGINARY” - 🎤: EVANESCENCE  📆: 2003 - 💬: 🇬🇧

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Video by Natasha 👱🏻‍♀️

💿 "FALLEN" by EVANESCENCE • 2003

IMAGINARY (Lyrics)

Paper flowers

I linger in the doorway Of alarm clock screaming Monsters calling my name Let me stay where the wind will whisper to me Where the raindrops as they're falling tell a story

In my field of paper flowers And candy clouds of lullaby (Flowers) I lie inside myself for hours And watch my purple sky fly over me (Flowers)

Don't say I'm out of touch With this rampant chaos, your reality I know well what lies beyond my sleeping refuge The nightmare I build my own world to escape

In my field of paper flowers And candy clouds of lullaby (Flowers) I lie inside myself for hours And watch my purple sky fly over me (Flowers)

Swallowed up in the sound of my screaming Cannot cease for the fear of silent lies Oh, how I long for the deep sleep dreaming The goddess of imaginary light

In my field of paper flowers And candy clouds of lullaby (Flowers) I lie inside myself for hours And watch my purple sky fly over me (Flowers)

Paper flowers

Перевод припева на русском

ВООБРАЖАЕМЫЙ

"В моем поле бумажных цветов И конфетные облака колыбельной (Цветы) Я лежу внутри себя часами И посмотрите, как мое фиолетовое небо летит надо мной (Цветы)"

ZEITENKLÄNGE • ЗВУКИ ВРЕМЕНИ ∵ № CLXIV • Köln/Cologne/Кёльн 2023 г./р.

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🎵: “НИКТО” - 🎤: КУКРЫНИКСЫ  | 📆: 2007 -   💬: 🇷🇺

💿 XXXX by Кукрыниксы • 2007

Текст песни

Жизнь и смерть во мне Объявили мне: Жизнь – игра, у тебя нет масти, Смерть к тебе не питает страсти. Жизнь тебя проиграла сту��е И смерти ты не нужен. Жизнь и смерть во мне Объявили мне: Будешь жить, не кидая тени, Обладая горячим телом, Обжигая холодным взглядом – Станешь ядом! Я так не могу жить!Тени дарить. Понять не успеваю. Я - жизнь, я - смерть. Там-то все уже знают. Жизнь и смерть во мне Объявили мне: Так и будешь идти по краю Между адом земным и раем. Между теми, кто жил, кто сниться, Путать лица.

Video/Видео by Dimi/Дима on 13th May 2022 (13 мая 2022 года). 🧔🏻 ZEITENKLÄNGE • ЗВУКИ ВРЕМЕНИ № CLXIV Köln/Cologne/Кёльн 2023 г./р.

[sprytly]

clxiv.

shooting chlorine in my veins; inhaling cyanide just trying to tap into some sort of feeling because i'm dead inside

[jcplana]

Imaginen … Aius locutius. CLXIV.

Olvidado, a mí ha acudido. A mí­, que fui por él anunciado.  Espera el dios su santuario, dictador. 

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Self-portrait CLXIV

Image info: “Self-portrait 164” Paperopoly, Sep. 2023 © Massimo S. Volonté

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1516 Even if it turns gray, this paper mâché world still needs our splash of colors

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