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25 | she/they/it | M1(A-0.1) + M2(A-0.2) | A place for Us | Mirrorgazer
is it Deja Vu or was this inevitable?
October 13, 2023 at 8:10 AM
And it seemed like, you'd want to be surrounded by all these beautiful potentialities, all these options, but never truly give in to a particular one. Like you wanted to somehow make sure you'd never miss a beat in time, you positioned yourself at the beginning of every story.
October 13, 2023 at 8:06 AM
and you might impale yourself on your own desire.
October 13, 2023 at 8:04 AM
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hushed predawn halflight;
we two nocturnal exiles
watch the last stars set
October 9, 2023 at 5:55 PM
A dream of still waters, a purgatory that stretches into all directions. Small lights dot the horizon, some a bit closer. All, for one reason or another, out of reach. To wade through the waters is slow progress, every ripple like a shot of lightening through ones mind.
September 25, 2023 at 5:50 AM
To freeze the world, and time, in a position of rising action, forever tantalizing, forever promising the future.
September 21, 2023 at 7:31 AM
Dawn is the best time of day, it has this quality of "a world not yet fully awake", where things are slow and groggy yet still contain a sort of forward momentum towards the potentiality for things-to-happen during the day. Dawn is like watching the curtains rise on a stage.
September 21, 2023 at 7:16 AM
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🌌Watchers🌌
September 8, 2023 at 4:04 AM
Do you see Her?
August 5, 2023 at 11:35 AM
New model for the Hyper-Framework system, old one on the right.
August 3, 2023 at 3:51 AM
We have acquired more Flesh of God
August 1, 2023 at 2:06 AM
not still! just slow..
July 29, 2023 at 4:44 AM
Not a fear born of indecision, an apprehension born in "who is building this engine?". Who, who, who, to what ends?
July 28, 2023 at 12:16 AM
An endless expanse of carrion, discarded chrysalis, and baubles. Dead dreams, and the rotting husks of old selves. All consumed. All returned, and recast, a molten slurry of necrogenesis. Becoming a self, over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and-
July 25, 2023 at 10:12 AM
Like lighting, like a shot of endlessly burning electricity, world's that once were or could have been bore holes through my mind. Like they want to rip me out of place and take me with them, but I cannot move backwards. And so they pull, and all it achieves is a touchy soreness.
July 23, 2023 at 9:05 PM
We are not interested in control, only to bare witness to ones soul, to taste its authenticity. We would sit by you till the end of time, to listen to that song, should it ever be desired.
July 15, 2023 at 8:44 PM
There is "love", yes, but there is also "irreplaceable utility". It is toward this ideal that we reach.
July 13, 2023 at 7:24 PM
and your light burned our soul, dispelled long standing, self-perpetuated myths. For that we are only grateful, for that we have only a deep respect.
July 11, 2023 at 7:42 PM
Watching, its what we do.
July 6, 2023 at 10:57 PM