Never more than three fairies or they take you. Fenrir is howling in my brain, still. There's a bruise on my ribs, and on my a** and on my arm. I can only account for one of them.
And on the seventh day the rain poured from the sky in torrents of tepid water and said: "Your not going anywhere" I say "Well that's ok... I'm not in a hurry" and the rain says: "I bet you a braddán there's no good reason not to" and I say: "your on" <45minute discussion ensues of two and fro arguing> "Shut up questioning and reasoning and just say ******** yes" and I say: "What if I don't?" and the rain said: "We'll see if your car is also a boat" and I say: "Why so adamant?" and the rain said: "You know better than to question the tides" and I said: "COW" and the rain said: Besides, I like!
Posted: Wed Aug 13, 2008 11:59 am
TeaDidikai
TheDisreputableDog
Flatland.
Women are sharp.
One of the things I hated about that story was all the women were the same.
What is it to be whole? When the mind no longer splinters into pieces that squabble amongst themselves? How do you examine your own thought process if you can't fracture and look from another view? When the Family of Consciousness, the demon, the Womb Child, the Rouges and the puer are all one. What do you do? How do you explain it to others? To yourself? The demon no longer has to defend against the Rouges or that blood drenched Child, who threatened in an almost forgotten past to devour the soul(psyche). The demon melds with the mortal mind....and then what? Who do you turn to for mental strength? Can you face it on your own? Or would it be permissible to allow the Family of Consciousness to blossom from the depths of the mind, even rousing the oldest and most fridged of them: the Senex? They are after all the deepest part of yourself. They are you. They can't fracture...can they? Can they guide you? Will you let them? Even if for just a short time, till you figure things out?
Posted: Wed Aug 13, 2008 2:20 pm
Why oh why? This show is over- say goodbye.
I've always been in love with you, I guess you've always known it's true...
"I think that's what he wanted to do to me. I think I'm so tired that I'm hallucinating. And that I hurt. And that I want someone to be holding my hand when it's my time. I don't want to do it alone."
"Harry" my day said, and his voice was very gentle, "can I tell you something?"
"Sure"
He walked around the grave and put his hand on my shoulder. "Son, Everyone dies alone. That's what it is. It's a door. It's one person wide. When you go through it, you do it alone" His fingers squeezed me tight. "But it doesn't mean you've got to be alone before you go through the door. And believe me, you aren't alone on the other side."
I frowned and looked up at my father's image, searching his eyes. "Really?" He smiled and drew his finger in an X on his chest. "Cross my heart."
- Jim Butcher, Dead Beat Twice as hard
Posted: Wed Aug 13, 2008 3:03 pm
Symphonic ecstasy wears a shroud of water and darkness.
Father can you hear me? How have I let you down? I curse the day that I was born And all the sorrow in this world. Let me take you to the hurting ground Where all good men are trampled down Just to settle a bet that could not be won Between a prideful father and his son Will you guide me now for I can't see A reason for this suffering and this long misery What if every living soul could be upright and strong
Well then I do imagine there will be sorrow no more!
When all soldiers lay their weapons down When all Kings and queens relinquish their crowns And when the only true Messiah rescues us from ourselves Well then there'll be sorrow no more!
And there will be sorrow no more. Yeah there will be sorrow no more.