Posted 29 August 2019 - 03:03 AM
No. It's most definitely NOT cool. It's nefarious at its core, underhanded and overhandled in its all, but most important, it is the proverbial mouse on its wheel.
It is the soul salvation, life flotation device, and needle-less moral compass that led all into a darkness as dark as 'black-out' curtains.
The Minds' Index of Twistedness led someone to open the curtains so that TapaTalks all down from metaphorical ledges. They were in fact, stone hedges.
It is now. Now it is a collection of varying bleary eyes, continuing to spin the wheel. And there is power.
Power enough to fire up an 80s Walk-man. The song is Roxy Girl - When We Were Young
As the Dragonsecks Blooms, Tehol and Bugg give us a perfect conversation with much adieu about chickens, and not another cage wheel spins. No longer needed they are recycled into a framework for a place where the dead speak Spoilz of Knowledge.
There is more Now. Now I murder my friend. Now I raise the dying with heavy, corded rope that is a burden to soul and touch. Now I am dead. Now I am Victorious. Now I am both and neither still.
Power jumps from one to another. Some are frightened, with their feelings of inadequacy like a tatoo around the neck. Others are pleased with themselves. They move in and out of shadow and mind. Some disappear for all time.
No force in the Universe can explain the brilliant, blinding, hand me down forces that come by playing the overly simple game of Kill or be Killed.
The only aspect more outrageous than a wellspring of life deriving from such an unpredictable, and immutable gathering is the lack of Knowledge of said power, bubbling from beautiful wordplay and trading words that cut as sharp as the frozen tears still moistened upon the ruddy cheeks of Tattersail the Bent.
It has always been the way of the most mighty forces in the land to stumble blindly until someone writes your book, or puts you in theres.
So, was it the Magic in that old hat, or the way the Deck captured the light of a setting Seven Cities Sun. My bet is on the grizzled company of soldiers who were just then betting on how long their new Captain would last this time.
And a band plays on....
Shake your hair girl with your ponytail
Takes me right back (when you were young)
Throw your precious gifts into the air
Watch them fall down (when you were young)
Lift up your feet and put them on the ground
You used to walk upon (when you were young)
Lift up your feet and put them on the ground
The hills were higher (when we were young)
Lift up your feet and put them on the ground
The trees were taller (when you were young)
Lift up your feet and put them on the ground
The grass was greener (when you were young)
Lift up your feet and put them on the ground
You used to walk upon (when you were young)
And when you're Gone, you stay Gone, or you be Gone. You lost all your Seven Cities privileges. - Karsa
you're such an inspiration for the ways that I will never, ever choose to be...
- Maynard James Keenan
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Brujah, on 28 August 2019 - 12:35 PM, said:
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