glory be to the topsoil. to the worms. to the private church of mushrooms. what makes for a better angel than the quiet promise of decomposition - that thankless, endless task. returning to the earth: this is a final prayer.
you said to me - we understand so much of history through the lens of how each society handled death. i have been thinking about the funeral industry. about embalming. how the devil is supposed to be almost-human, charming. i was raised on teflon pans. the poison in my blood came from good intentions; sprinkled over pancakes and scrambled eggs. will those particles go, too, when i go?
i keep thinking about how many cultures personify death as being gentle. as being a friend. as being kind-of-beautiful. an outstretched hand. oh, we scowl so much at carrion birds; but they make their nests by the worship of a carcass. something about that feels beautiful to me.
i am often scared. i understand why some people seek immortality, even if it's not something i desire. i spend a lot of time worrying about coffins. i spend a lot of time thinking about how if they dug me up, my bones would tell very little about my soft spots. so many of my friends say - i just want to be a tree. i want to find a quiet space and go home. the other day, we got the bill from the funeral home, and i just stood there, staring. this is death?
you said: it's learning backwards. from how a society approaches death, we might learn how they celebrate life. i worry about what that means, sometimes. about what others will think about us. divorced from our contexts, maybe alien archivists will have a fondness for our tendency to call death sleep. maybe they will write essays titled towards the light: an analysis on how some sects of humanity worshipped solely facing east.
oh, there's so much about my life that won't survive. especially these days. there's so little that lasts in-the-same-shape. oh, if the universe is kind - i want them to know that we loved moss. that we loved lichen. that even decay could be beautiful for us; the little warm space of mulch. how i will go home, one day, in the body of a bird. in a worm. in a leaf.
how when we lay a body in the ground, we say: be at peace.
oh, to go to sleep so gracefully. when i go i want to leave no mark. i want the dirt to take me. // r.i.d & a.b
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i wish more people would explore how weird interesting john and lisa’s relationship is. ok yeah childhood friends who drift apart but also john seems to be actively avoiding her. it’s CRAZY to me that lisa seems to have sent john several letters that he keeps ignoring, even was she was literally begging him for help and was obviously very worried about her safety. he only goes to the apartments at all because father garcia tells him to! what the fuck man! i think lisa should get to be mad about the fact that john seemingly tried to cut her out of his life and then avoided coming to help her until he absolutely had to. they should probably talk about that. can anyone hear me
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Marissa, victimized by an infection
I came up with the concept of an infected Marissa who could become a secret boss in the game
When you come to her for the first time, she behaves as usual and asks you to listen to her song. You sit down in your seat, listen, she thanks you, and you leave. However, if you don't convert her into essence right away, the next time you visit her, she changes her appearance a little, and again asks you to listen to her sing, a little more insistently. As a result, with each of your visits, the signs that she is infected will become more obvious, and she will ask you to stay more and more intrusive, until finally she wants you to listen to her forever, and then the boss fight will happen
I think the Radiance captured her mind with bright memories of her beloved city and its inhabitants, now stricken by the plague, of her bright concerts and former glory, and of close friends who disappeared, were infected or were preparing to fall asleep forever. Most likely, she died possessed by these visions, and her ghost, who remained on the stage, unaware of his death, was also possessed
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I couldn't stop thinking about an AU where Daniel resorts to gathering vitae again, this time to 'cure' Hazel, after his Brennenburg adventure💫, thoughts all mainly derived from this loadscreen text that tells us that Hazel is still in hospice care by the time the game's story began.
As much as I love Daniel, I don't think he really learned all that much from his experience even in the most charitable ending towards him in which he saves Agrippa. I can very, VERY easily see him slipping back into old ways if it meant saving Hazel. The most he seems to approach viewing torture as bad is when he realizes he himself no longer counts as an innocent so he can't justify killing others to save himself anymore. But killing no good, horrible, bad people to save HAZEL? Now, we're cooking with gas 😀 💀
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i had to throw out my partner when they became frighteningly manipulative and abusive, barely a month after moving into this new place
the landlord, being a chill dude, let us move in with the stipulation that we would pay $100 - $200 more in rent each month to pay off the $850 pet deposit. partner assured me this was happening. it was not.
I asked them to pay a third of it, seeing as their male cat marked the entire apartment and I had to go out and get some enzyme killer and hose the place down. they said they'd send me $200 on the first.
that did not happen lol and now they've ghosted and blocked me.
I keep trying to get back on my feet, only to keep taking financial blow after financial blow. inflation is killing me. I'm trans and disabled, on a fixed income, my personal debts are mounting (which I hate with an absolute passion) and I can't even do my commission work rn because I'm so fucked up from stress all the time.
I cannot pay a $850 pet deposit. I have no family or friends that I can borrow from. as it is, $700 of my $1100 monthly benefit goes to rent & bills. the remaining $400 goes to ramen, cereal, cat food, busfare, meds. I eat once a day, twice if I'm lucky. I cannot reduce that budget by another $100 for eight months and survive.
please help me. I'm so tired of drowning.
p_yp_l (@alexmystery)
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