Strafe and dodge, bomb. In a maze of infinite colors and forms. One wrong step means your death, and still you advance. Dreaming of quiet days.
Strafe and dodge, bomb. In a maze of infinite colors and forms. One wrong step means your death, and still you advance. Dreaming of quiet days.
A system of gaps and interstices suggests an infinite series of separations between matter at every scale of measurement.
Hunger and thirst drive us toward the essential things in life. Things we need to survive.
You take it in, break it down, and then send it on out.
Denying that is impossible.
I wish I had this kind of written voice of free-spirited crude-wittiness that this text drawl of dialogue I'm reading contains.
QuotesA Writer's FateF/GO JP (Updated: 4/11/2019)
The moon is so bright tonight.
Feet bare, dangling over the dusty ground. Hot, humid air poured out of the faintly bubbling hot springs. Dango and mochi, accompanied by a sweet alcohol left in the offering box. Cicadas chirping their song, fairies dancing between the trees. Nothing to do but relax.
A night like this, one could float right away into dreams. Rise into the sky and touch the moon. The faraway eye that watched the mortal world. A marvellous pure land. She toasted that moon, and waited.
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A ruined shrine, deep in the mountain forests. Past scorched earth and overgrown timbers. The old festival ground.
Nothing to say, but certainly there was something to do. He wandered up to the offering box, slats all rotted away, and left behind the bottle. It was a promise from so long ago, and he had forgotten for so many years. But it was fine if he started now. Perhaps. It didn't really matter, at any rate.
Wandering around now, ignoring most everything but the nostalgia and old memories, he tripped over a large rock. The rock extended its head, turned to face him, and now it was quite obviously a tortoise. They stared at each other for quite some time, until the tortoise blinked once, and languidly pulled its head back into the shell.
The man, for his part, threw his head back and laughed away like a small child. Until his lungs burned, and his eyes streamed with tears. Caught his breath and wiped his eyes, and started off on the path home. Some things were the same as always.
The moon is so bright tonight.
I have the heart of a lion and a lifetime ban from the Toronto Zoo.
i remember being the only child who never liked zoos
I am the herp of my derp. Hurr is my body and durr is my blood. I have created over a thousand derps unknown to durps nor known to hurps
have withstood durrs to create many derps yet, those hurrs will never herp anything so, as I pray, Unlimited Derp Works~
Because somehow Kiritsugu managed to make GARcher look like a pussy.
can neither confirm nor deny
you're hired
Being boring and not witty arent actually needed.
Whats my verdict actually?
glow glow
I nearly took your advice today
but chickened out when she asked me to clarify if it was a 'lunch lunch' or a 'friends lunch'
I think I see where your failure rates stem from
the people i ask, yes, i see
how do you fall when so close