#revolving

[pad-wubbo]

Salmon Pink

Imagine that your life is on a rail.

Imagine that the rail is a circle.

Think of how life faces revolution.

Think of how revolution leads back to the start.

You must be eating your own tail.

You must be perpetuating a cycle of nothing.

Swim upstream, against fate.

Swim upstream, like Sisyphus with his boulder.

You're back home, you've made it.

You're back home. Nothing's changed at all.

Time to breed. Make yourself useful.

Time to die. You've earned it.

Your skin decays, filling the air of rot.

Your skin sloughs off your body.

Muscles and bones remain.

Muscles and bones are windows.

Windows to the world revolving.

Windows to your still-beating heart.

A beating heart, inside what was once called a body.

A beating heart, with a ghost inside.

A ghost that writhes and screams.

A ghost slowly drowned in the setting sun.

The setting sun, illuminating all with its ceaseless gaze.

The setting sun, over men and their trawl nets.

Trawl nets, that tangle themselves with human debris.

Trawl nets, built for the action called fishing.

Fishing, which means killing fish.

Fishing, which bleeds the ocean dry.

Dry, like a fish out in the sun.

Dry, like it would be to say "humaning" to refer to the act of killing humans.

Humans, who serve your kind in restaurants.

Humans, who draw smiling salmon on boards advertising the flesh of salmon.

Salmon, the colour of orange-pink that was your flesh.

Salmon, a word as if using "human" to describe deep, crimson, red.

Red are the berries of the trees over the river.

Red is the mouth of the grizzly bear.

The grizzly bear, who digests your remains.

The grizzly bear, who turns your remains to dung.

Dung, which decomposes into the soil.

Dung, which fertilises the roots of plants.

Plants, bitten with thousands upon thousands of holes.

Plants, sustenance for little insects.

Little insects, the food of choice for your young.

Little insects, for a fish to grow big and strong.

Strong, as is Sisyphus, as is the human spirit.

Strong, as is a salmonid jumping up a waterfall.

A waterfall, at the top of which rests your home.

A waterfall, cyclical and endless.

Cyclical and endless, a car racing down a road to nowhere.

Cyclical and endless, a clock.

A clock, against which the rest of the world moves forward.

A clock, under which you perpetuate motion.

Motion, forward or backward.

Motion, as with the salmon and the stream.

The stream, where you're reborn.

The stream, where all repeats.

All repeats, as to find your bride then die.

All repeats, as your flesh is again to break down.

Break down the walls of the city under the clock.

Break down the boundaries which shield you from something greater.

Something greater, you haven't thought of for the longest time.

Something greater, that is the power of which you could no longer dream.

Dreams, of a better world, a better life.

Dreams, of a world where you don't need to swim upstream anymore.

Long forgotten, those dreams.

Long forgotten, as is your place.

Your place, where you live for yourself.

Your place, at the end of the world.

The end of the world, and a train car headed towards it.

The end of the world, liberation beyond what you could possibly imagine.

Imagine that your life is on a rail.

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[misterlemonzmen]

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[xponentialdesign]

Procedural Revolvotronᵀᴹ new output in colorama

[monkeyssalad-blog]

Danner's Original Revolving Book-Cases, c. 1890s by Halloween HJB

[fromthedust]

[turquoise-cyan]

[chronivore]

[dougielombax]

What do you mean the revolver won’t stop revolving?!

[labellenouvelle]

FANCY REVOLVING HARDWARE STORE BIN

Early 1900s fancy revolving hardware store bin , on brass pedestal with a nice brass eagle finial . Center body metal with remains of original green paint.  A great piece to display smalls.  Great for a retail shop for store / display and sell. 

Item No. E5680

Dimensions: 24″ tall x 12″ diameter

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[squidinkarchives]

1883 Revolving Bookcase by Sargent MFG Co. Source: Kansas City, MO KC Auction Company

[deep-space-exploration]

Since the Earth revolves around the sun, the sun in turn revolves around the Milky Way and the Milky Way revolves around what?

Our galaxy moves at a speed of more than two million km/h, and one of those responsible for this movement would be an immense void in deep space that “pushes” it.

Although we don't realize it, the Earth rotates on its axis at 1,600 km/h, and around the Sun at 100,000 km/h. The star orbits the center of the Milky Way at 850,000 km/h. And our galaxy sails at almost 2.3 million km/h, that is, 630 km per second.

For 40 years, astrophysicists have been trying to understand what causes the Milky Way to shift and its direction.

In the 1980s, astronomers discovered that a region of galaxy clusters located about 150 million light-years from Earth was pulling the Milky Way under the effect of gravity.

They later realized that a group of more than two dozen galaxies called the Shapley Cluster, located 600 million light-years away, had the same effect.

Both phenomena were insufficient, however, to explain the movement of the Milky Way.

The new study reveals the role of an extragalactic "void", almost entirely devoid of visible and invisible matter.

Read more articles: How much gold is there in the solar system?

[the-ark-awaits]

i am a firm believer that ocs are a reflection of the self in the way that every character you create has to hold some piece of you to really feel alive. sometimes this is why all your ocs have certain traits, sometimes this is why you can track your various issues and traumas all the way from middleschool to now based on what your ocs are like. this is a feature not a bug

[brawley1492]

I wonder?

Has any planet in the Cosmos

run out of "puff" revolving around A Sun!

Crashed and burned?

Or

Just flew off into the Cosmos? ... William

[misterlemonztenth]

02-24-24 | kormo1976. misterlemonztenth.tumblr.com/archive

[colored-candles]

Ghosts and evil spirits inhabit abandoned places