I remember only the hunt. Dying and returning. Forever a circle, an inescapable, bleeding hollow in the side of the world.
November 20, 2025 at 5:26 AM
I remember only the hunt. Dying and returning. Forever a circle, an inescapable, bleeding hollow in the side of the world.
Watch my hands. The right knows not what the left does. The left knows not what the right does. The forepaw doesn't follow the hindpaw; the midfoot, the forefoot; the lower hand. The secret one; the upper hand—the elegant one.
November 20, 2025 at 2:27 AM
Watch my hands. The right knows not what the left does. The left knows not what the right does. The forepaw doesn't follow the hindpaw; the midfoot, the forefoot; the lower hand. The secret one; the upper hand—the elegant one.
The meaning of my life is not something I should worry about. It's really what others think of my life or what I was able to do for them. For me, or you, or anyone, the meaning of our lives is something that we make but don't see.
November 19, 2025 at 11:27 PM
The meaning of my life is not something I should worry about. It's really what others think of my life or what I was able to do for them. For me, or you, or anyone, the meaning of our lives is something that we make but don't see.
Maybe a town like that hates you just as much as you hate it. Maybe it doesn't want you to be there any more than you do.
November 19, 2025 at 8:22 PM
Maybe a town like that hates you just as much as you hate it. Maybe it doesn't want you to be there any more than you do.
You smiled, stood up, and came out into the sunshine. Perhaps it was the light on your face, but I thought I recognized you from somewhere a long way down, somewhere at the bottom of the sea. Somewhere in me.
Sometimes the light is strong enough to reach to the bottom of the sea.
Sometimes the light is strong enough to reach to the bottom of the sea.
November 19, 2025 at 5:22 PM
You smiled, stood up, and came out into the sunshine. Perhaps it was the light on your face, but I thought I recognized you from somewhere a long way down, somewhere at the bottom of the sea. Somewhere in me.
Sometimes the light is strong enough to reach to the bottom of the sea.
Sometimes the light is strong enough to reach to the bottom of the sea.
To every living being, and every living soul. Now cometh the age of the stars. A thousand year voyage under the wisdom of the Moon. Here beginneth the chill night that encompasses all, reaching the great beyond. Into fear, doubt, and loneliness... as the path stretcheth into darkness.
November 19, 2025 at 2:23 PM
To every living being, and every living soul. Now cometh the age of the stars. A thousand year voyage under the wisdom of the Moon. Here beginneth the chill night that encompasses all, reaching the great beyond. Into fear, doubt, and loneliness... as the path stretcheth into darkness.
Now's the time, good as any other time
Inch closer, whisper the answer
Inch closer, whisper the answer
November 19, 2025 at 11:21 AM
Now's the time, good as any other time
Inch closer, whisper the answer
Inch closer, whisper the answer
But I feel nothing / Am I better yet?
November 19, 2025 at 8:22 AM
But I feel nothing / Am I better yet?
Carved words coalesce. "I abandon here my love."
November 19, 2025 at 5:21 AM
Carved words coalesce. "I abandon here my love."
I'll allow it. Enter my service. And good hunting to thee.
November 19, 2025 at 2:21 AM
I'll allow it. Enter my service. And good hunting to thee.
This is fate. I tasted too much. I will never bow to fate. Even if every time fate brings me to the same end... I would rather wrestle it, until again, the sun rises.
November 18, 2025 at 11:21 PM
This is fate. I tasted too much. I will never bow to fate. Even if every time fate brings me to the same end... I would rather wrestle it, until again, the sun rises.
They gave off no warmth, and there was nothing in their angles to tell me who they had been. I could not tell which one was my mother. The pyramid's incessant singing had clouded my memory. I was nearly blind from the pain in my eyes.
November 18, 2025 at 8:22 PM
They gave off no warmth, and there was nothing in their angles to tell me who they had been. I could not tell which one was my mother. The pyramid's incessant singing had clouded my memory. I was nearly blind from the pain in my eyes.
All of these clocks are small Cathedrals. They don't measure time; they weave it. Time coils into loops beside them. Have you noticed?
November 18, 2025 at 5:21 PM
All of these clocks are small Cathedrals. They don't measure time; they weave it. Time coils into loops beside them. Have you noticed?
Now's the time, good as any other time
Inch closer, whisper the answer
Inch closer, whisper the answer
November 18, 2025 at 2:21 PM
Now's the time, good as any other time
Inch closer, whisper the answer
Inch closer, whisper the answer
I remember a child the way one remembers a tale told around a campfire burning. Inside their head. Inside a dream, ripping apart. What am I? Was I ever a child?
November 18, 2025 at 11:21 AM
I remember a child the way one remembers a tale told around a campfire burning. Inside their head. Inside a dream, ripping apart. What am I? Was I ever a child?
I would abandon this soil, with mine order. Wouldst thou come to me, even now, my one and only lord?
November 18, 2025 at 8:16 AM
I would abandon this soil, with mine order. Wouldst thou come to me, even now, my one and only lord?
I’ve come to a realization… There’s ample evidence… Without Kindly Miquella’s influence… I’m quite mistrustful of others…
November 18, 2025 at 5:17 AM
I’ve come to a realization… There’s ample evidence… Without Kindly Miquella’s influence… I’m quite mistrustful of others…
If there is still hope, it lies beyond the veil. Hope in this void is as illusionary as the starlight. I will choose to breathe my last here at the bottom of an ocean, unseen, unheard, and uncontrolled.
They will get their execution.
I will get my freedom.
They will get their execution.
I will get my freedom.
November 18, 2025 at 2:17 AM
If there is still hope, it lies beyond the veil. Hope in this void is as illusionary as the starlight. I will choose to breathe my last here at the bottom of an ocean, unseen, unheard, and uncontrolled.
They will get their execution.
I will get my freedom.
They will get their execution.
I will get my freedom.
But I do so wish to flow through your life forever. And yet, life... is ever immortal.
November 17, 2025 at 11:16 PM
But I do so wish to flow through your life forever. And yet, life... is ever immortal.
You must kill Miquella... Grant him forgiveness.
November 17, 2025 at 8:16 PM
You must kill Miquella... Grant him forgiveness.
Kill me. Burn me. Unwrite me. Shield the weak. The feeble. The worthless. The thankless ones.
November 17, 2025 at 5:16 PM
Kill me. Burn me. Unwrite me. Shield the weak. The feeble. The worthless. The thankless ones.
You don't think I dream every night of going back home? Haunted by a place that doesn't exist?
November 17, 2025 at 2:16 PM
You don't think I dream every night of going back home? Haunted by a place that doesn't exist?
I'll allow it. Enter my service. And good hunting to thee.
November 17, 2025 at 11:17 AM
I'll allow it. Enter my service. And good hunting to thee.
Open up your mouth, touch your lips to mine
That we may make a kiss that can pierce through death and survive
That we may make a kiss that can pierce through death and survive
November 17, 2025 at 8:17 AM
Open up your mouth, touch your lips to mine
That we may make a kiss that can pierce through death and survive
That we may make a kiss that can pierce through death and survive
You smiled, stood up, and came out into the sunshine. Perhaps it was the light on your face, but I thought I recognized you from somewhere a long way down, somewhere at the bottom of the sea. Somewhere in me.
Sometimes the light is strong enough to reach to the bottom of the sea.
Sometimes the light is strong enough to reach to the bottom of the sea.
November 17, 2025 at 5:17 AM
You smiled, stood up, and came out into the sunshine. Perhaps it was the light on your face, but I thought I recognized you from somewhere a long way down, somewhere at the bottom of the sea. Somewhere in me.
Sometimes the light is strong enough to reach to the bottom of the sea.
Sometimes the light is strong enough to reach to the bottom of the sea.