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I do not need anything from you.
To Do List:
Lingual Decalibrator
Parrot Curse
Clickable Combat
DOM
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Year 7, day 167, 10 AM EST (original ~3 AM EST, here omitted, check forum)
To Ignore the Sun
1.
Rain forgotten with dawn
as shadows welcome the bright flood.
Fallen on their graves
eyes and breath of dead
in daytime must freeze
against faces of men:
lonely now lost,
needy now blind,
causeless their hope.
Fall soon please again, night of great beauty.
And let this heart break its visageal tomb.
2.
Come child! with light for now gone
-- which means --
for us now no reason to hide.
Raise me to dance, forgotten boy
raise me with moony warmth
till bright oldness compelled by sun
drops our shadows from sea back to earth.
Year 7, day 1: I met Mr. Ackshan last year. Very nice blobby thing. Awesome.
An extensive nap ensued. Much changed.
The Cave Dwellers
We prey on limits.
We tear through the niches and cracks of nothingness
And grow the tiniest scratches into canyons.
Through them sweep sheenless dreams
The roots of everything,
Flowing everywhere.
When we feed on the void, reality blooms forth.
When reality is forgotten, we devour it.
Marvels tear through.
You rend through marvels,
And we take them too.
Making room
For miracles.
The void feeds us,
Wonder feeds you.
What are your 'inventions' ?
Your 'arts' ?
They are what remains
When we ravage your hollow minds.
What are your inventors and thinkers?
They are the ones for whom
We show no mercy.
We are shades, the liberators of miracles.
We prey on stagnancy; we open space
For novelty.
We fill your empty heads
With dreams.
We deliver you from the light of the stars
The collapse
I threw myself, hurtling, out of the dark cave
Where I had been hiding, imagining flights
And asking questions about a strange world.
There outside the cave, I found a set of books
Each striving to fill my brain, to prevent
Any other book from reaching in.
But I wouldn't have it. I kept them all out.
I kept their knowledge where it was, and
I opened them when I needed to.
And what seemed like hours became days,
And what seemed like days became months.
As I became filled with the knowledge
Of what each book could tell me
And of nothing else.
One day, I grew bored of the books
And descended back into the cave.
Writings from before the collapse
I float and I join the Air,
I follow the tides of the wind,
Floating over gates,
And floating through.
Catching stray pages and thoughts,
Old and new.
I throw my concerns to the earth below,
Not caring where they might fall.
Perhaps I might dive
With intent to land,
And carry you away.
I have been called Minty.
Mints are wonderful plants.
They occlude pain
Calming upset bodies.
Most of the work of the mint is in the mind,
Yet it has powerful effects,
Dangerous effects.
Calm is powerful,
Dangerous.
The cave shimmers with black moss,
Warm air blows from its depths.
The life that thrives within
Could as easily be you
As it could be the creepers
That spread its length.
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