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Fed and inebriated thousands, built many houses. Moving on to a secret third thing ✌️
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Just revising the blade to make for best results all else looks good 👍

November 20, 2024 at 6:48 PM

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$It's been very different since the tower collapsed. The heiress orders us around and then apologizes, but she won't budge her intrusive figure, won't disengage her vague, uninstructed glare until somebody -anybody- gets fed up and does her bidding. It's like watching someone perform a spell, you can't even feel scorn or contempt for them when they do it. It's like when it rains on you, you're out, with light clothing even, it's now cold and sticking to your skin. But it's been looming all day and it was stuffy and humid and the rain finally got the hell on with it and everything lifted as it fell. Good discomfort, because going through it is how you know you'll get rid of it. The heiress, recipient of fuck all, keeper of shit, nosy bastard who cannot help herself. It's bewildering because you can't pin her position on skill, wealth, or looks, charisma, nor nepotism. It's like she was born to have her way, even if no one likes her. The tower ran itself into the ground because it hated her so much. A fraction of it stands, a sloping wall, a sort of pile, to add insult. I hated the tower. Putrid house of abuse and lies, the tower resented me deeply, it's fun for me to see the wall. The tower wanted me to hate the heiress and it destroyed itself doing so. I resent the heiress for not bringing down the tower herself. She spoke to anyone who'd listen of how she'd been ready to bring it down for decades now. Of all her brilliant contingencies and all the blows she parried, endured and diverted. I ate that shit up. The tower was so poisonous I felt as if the heiress was a still lake under a soft sun and a breeze. Either you eat a little bad berry or sink into a pit of scorpions and spiders, ultimately the death is poison, but I think of layers and how they may matter.$

November 17, 2024 at 11:32 PM