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⚅ Here is the repeated image of the lover destroyed. ⚃ ⚀
PM or comment as you like, open to plot ideas, the fleshing out of histories in correlation with what I have for him so far, and all manner of things really!
( Which one have you heard? Do the children die in your version? Whose version is definitive? Fables, myths, and fairy tales, told so many times not even the bones of the story remain the same. The teller decides. A spell, an incantation, a cake recipe. There is a bomb inside you. I can say that. It might be true but it might not be definitive. The Dalai Lama says we are born in bliss and Jesus says we are born in sin. Who are you going to believe? ... People die in this version. Or, they don’t. Colors and names may be quite unreliable landmarks. Anything might happen. You know the story, don’t you? ) -
⚀ paradox, ❝ ❞
ROLE; ａｒｔｈｕｒ → ᴛнᴇ ｐｏｉｎｔ мᴀɴ
STATUS; living
AGE; 30
KNOWN ASSOCIATES; Dominick Cobb
❝ Quotes, etc. ❞
( We should walk away from this. ) -
⚅ [words around the holy kingdom like "lost and found"] or, "If There's A Rocket Tie Me To It"
❝ jump from the hook // you're not obliged to swallow anything you despise // see, those
unrepenting buzzards want your life // and they got no right // as sure as you
have eyes // they got no right... ❞
( Four hundred and twelve years in the Americas, from Cortez to Anderson, and it’s still about heartbreak and disease, only now it’s heartbreak and language disease, and I wonder if they aren’t the same thing. Funny how you can’t always make yourself happy but you can always make yourself sad. Okay, its not funny but it’s true. It’s how you word it. It’s contagious. It’s sadness. It’s a language disease.
A man is running past a horse, through a pasture. The pasture has a wooden fence around it. Behind the man is an evil yellow and black robot that is destroying the world. The man has reached the wooden fence at the end of the pasture. Does he know the word for ladder? Does he know the word for climb? ) -
⚂ [ a u d i o || a c t i on ]|
Never liked this tradition. I mean, I'd rather not take orders from a plant. Seriously, just...
[ - annnnd, some subsequent mumbling, as well as the words - you know it's a parasite are articulately audible but not much else before the device turns off. ]
[ ooc/accosting reference: Arthur today will have been in order - getting coffee, ( Read more... ) -
⚂ [ p o l y c h r o m a t i c ][ accidental AUDIO || backdated to late afternoon.
[ This is the sound of a group of people trekking up a mountain. There's the occasional burst of bickering about how people who were just sick as all hell should not be climbing mountains, or a person whose leg was just shot up, etc, etc, etc. More trekking. More bickering ( Read more... ) -
⚂ [ p o l y c h r o m a t i c ][ AUDIO || 4th wall, anything goes
Same thing every time.
I'm not Tom, Joe, John, or Adam.
...and I'm not an alien either. Even if there's probably a few of them hanging around.
