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Kaladin put his own back toward Adolin, preventing either of them from being attacked from behind. “What are you doing here, bridgeboy?” Adolin hissed from within his helmet. “Playing one of the ten fools.” Adolin grunted. “Welcome to the party.”
Brandon Sanderson, Words of Radiance
Adolin: Better a six-way duel with the bridgeboy than a three-way date
Kaladin: *only mild panic*
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The all along tree came just from her fruit
no seed from parent, no replanted root.
She grows and she climbs, reaching for the skies
but finds only more flesh, then she shrivels and dies.
You call for her back but she's run out of light,
roots run out of water, despite searching all night.
Before she's all gone though, she bears you a gift
a fruit just so sweet that you weep when it's sniffed
something so crisp and refreshing and cool
you so long for a taste that you choke on your drool.
But it seems you've forgotten, it's already inside
it sits whole in your stomach, your raptured denied.
It lays deep within until, it's skin sloughing off,
you can taste at its fumes, bringing sickening cough.
So sweet that you're sick, rotting organs fester
but something is growing, and she's heard you request her.
Roots wriggle down into intestines and meat,
through stomach lining finding sources of heat.
Branches grow up, with leaves into lung
crowding your throat to take hold of your tongue.
She drinks up your water and warmth and your bile,
roots knotting in your guts and twigs in your smile,
until all that is left to grow whole and complete
is a glimpse of the sun you're never to eat.
And so she will shrivel, and you're left full of rot
but the all along tree left a gift, like it or not.
I think the sky is trying to say something? 🤔 👀 🏳️⚧️
PLEASE check out this split
Theurgy, the last band on there, is my GOAT
Finally had a time to listen to this in one sitting (started Thursday evening but fell asleep to it)
I am not particularly fond of bdm in the style of septic autopsy, but this was quite an engaging listen. I agree with you that theurgy is the best band on this (they seem the most innovative), I'm just afraid I can no longer take them seriously because I thought their vocals sound like a frog and now I can't unhear it. Overall enjoyable, thanks for the rec
🌕💙⚜️💙Stars and the Moon💙⚜️💙🌕
Zdzisław Beksiński (1929–2005) - Untitled, 1971
oil on panel
Greg Hildebrandt (1939–2024) - “The Black Cat — The Eyes of Death”
from the book ‘Poe: Stories and Poems. Illustrated by Greg Hildebrandt’, 1986
today's warm up: People carve their names into the crook when they find it, but it's a risky business, the flood is unpredictable.
