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September 15, 2022 - 6:36am — Ularee
*blood warning
introduction to a character.

All Those Invisible Horrors

August 27, 2022 - 2:16pm — neverinnever
The empty void I see when I hurry past the open well fills me with horror, more than once I’ve had to rediscover that the nightmares which plague me in daydream just cannot be thwarted. If ever I sleep, it is thick and dark, and if too I dream I remember nothing.

Sometimes the work of my own imagination sprouts legs and runs after me… others’ imagines have been commenced at times, but then abandoned in my brain. Nobody but me is as skilled in the craft of self-induced terror (then again if otherwise it wouldn’t be self-induced at all). Nobody understands it in the way that I do.

All those invisible horrors.

The monstrous trees give me safety and their shadows whisper words of comfort. Outside, here, the air is filled with the fragrance of something more

the moonlight floods my body with a ghostly warmth, unlike any cold white light inside here ever could.

I lean towards it closer, clinging to the edges of the rock til morning.

Incantations

April 13, 2022 - 10:31am — Kurtika


Invite the forest for a dance, oh, most vile creature. Scorch the ground with your black acid, turn living into death. Inorganic, bitter soil lay in your wake, as you, unstoppable, are a moving helix, leaving no ground untouched, no body unseen and not predated. See all other as other, you, against the world, an innate opposition whose humor is to always mirror the inverse. The inverse, but always worse, no sliver of good or true, or neutral for the matter. Satiate that need, the tendency to torture.

Dance with this boulder - stoic and intentionless who is too, kin of insects and smaller pests, sear its skin, rake its mane, do as you please. Play your game, and the tolerance of matter, because you are weaker than the inevitable. The still that you stir up, it revolves and finds its place once again.

You are merely motion.

The Red Line has appeared

April 2, 2022 - 9:32am — theano7203
A deer while romping around the forest can enjoy the palette of green, blue, and grays as they stroll along. Occasionally, a splash of a stellar color will tickle the senses as one bounces by either by flower, mask, or those lovely big red antlers on some deer prancing boldly.

In the distance, one sees massive gray rocks behind the twin gods. A stroll toward the green palette suddenly ends into blood-red ground. Where green vegetation meets the blood-red soil will be the red line. Many ancient deer sit upon the horizontal gray playground rock observing all who cross the red line. Some ancient deer descend on the rock palette nearby. The atmosphere there is not always playful. No amount of bouncing can sway those ancient deer into play. Instead, you find yourself suddenly sitting.

If a deer explores the area enough called the playground Mother-like rocks to form a circle with a red middle, an enclosure. If a deer sits there they sink into the ground as if a grave while the ancient ones look on. Birds even swoop at the deer. So some of the spells that open other realms also serve for entrance into red line hidden areas. Many deer herds will be there sometimes while one or two deer sit much. Get up and then suddenly sit again.

The largest squarish boulder with the ramp one can enter but if surrounded by the other deer an event has occurred. Most deer go play elsewhere. Coming to the playground from the slightly hilled forest across the plain will not let one sneak in. Those ancient deer know your presence. Whole groups will walk up the rock and sit often in line along either side of an ancient deer.

The red line also begins to appear in the art in the forum in many creative ways. Dripping red line on hides, eyes, tattoos, and surrounding background. No one ever talks about it till today. The red line moved into text, into the chat of the forest.

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March 18, 2022 - 11:00pm — kawaiikonekox3
the late spring leaves shudder outside,
the shutters rattle in the wind,
the sky the same grey as before.
my feet are covered in dirt, nails
grow long, untrimmed. i sharpened them
a little while ago, when i thought
a partner sat along my side.
they may have been the wind, un-licked
lips parted for a kiss present
wherever i stray with weak legs.
spring is closing before its--
my affection has stopped its
lingering for an imagined
life among my love. this is a
life where they hug my quiet sighing.
this is a curse because it repeats.

Programmer Deer sharing a code

March 15, 2022 - 9:51pm — theano7203
In case you have csv files and due to events or just life need to organize or move things to the cloud

A regular csv file with Python can convert to Python language and you can manipulate data

CSV looks like this
Rank,Country,Gold,Silver,Bronze,Total
1,United States,39,41,33,113
2,China,38,32,18,88
3,Japan,27,14,17,58
4,Great Britain,22,21,22,65
5,ROC,20,28,23,71
6,Australia,17,7,22,46
7,Netherlands,10,12,14,36
8,France,10,12,11,33
9,Germany,10,11,16,37
10,Italy,10,10,20,40


With dictwriter command in Python
import csv

medals_table = [
{'country': 'United States', 'gold': 39, 'silver': 41, 'bronze': 33, 'rank': 1},
{'country': 'China', 'gold': 38, 'silver': 32, 'bronze': 18, 'rank': 2},
{'country': 'Japan', 'gold': 27, 'silver': 14, 'bronze': 17, 'rank': 3},
{'country': 'Great Britain', 'gold': 22, 'silver': 21, 'bronze': 22, 'rank': 4},
{'country': 'ROC', 'gold': 20, 'silver': 28, 'bronze': 23, 'rank': 5},
{'country': 'Australia', 'gold': 17, 'silver': 7, 'bronze': 22, 'rank': 6},
{'country': 'Netherlands', 'gold': 10, 'silver': 12, 'bronze': 14, 'rank': 7},
{'country': 'France', 'gold': 10, 'silver': 12, 'bronze': 11, 'rank': 8},
{'country': 'Germany', 'gold': 10, 'silver': 11, 'bronze': 16, 'rank': 9},
{'country': 'Italy', 'gold': 10, 'silver': 10, 'bronze': 20, 'rank': 10},
]
def sort_key(d: dict) -> str:
return d['country']


columns = ['country', 'gold', 'silver', 'bronze', 'rank']

filename = 'country_medals.csv'
with open(filename,'w', encoding='utf-8', newline='') as output_file:
writer = csv.DictWriter(output_file, fieldnames=columns, extrasaction= 'ignore')
writer.writeheader()
# for row in medals_table:
# writer.writerow(row)
writer.writerows(sorted(medals_table, key= sort_key))


Where the hash tags are you can take off the last line and it does it a different way on a separate file
you load a csv file and then create a Python file

March of the Winkies

March 6, 2022 - 12:34am — theano7203
Community service for a time became important around the twin gods. I would only observe. When no one was there theano deer would get in the crack between the twin gods and twirl as she explored the sculpted carvings on the ivory like figures. Then would do shake the booty dance with the tune and leave.

Sometimes upon coming back groups of deer with the red and white masks would be gathered and charge up the hill at the twin gods. Other groups of deer would gather around and watch. Like knights of old it seemed some infarction had happened and a long conversation went on with some pacing back and forth. Once in awhile the whole group would charge the twin gods. For weeks afterwards they would hang out with different masks around the twin gods like Romans during recreation between military campaigns just friendly, snatching up fawns and swaying in pairs and groups scattered across that plain.

After years and hours observing theano deer never did figure out why. For years it occurred regularly and was part of the play. Like mind control take over of which art philosophy will be in control. Most of us liked a smattering of all and theano deer would go to playground because it reminded her of the good part of India which for the moment has nearly ceased to exist or is in hiding. Art seems to be an issue there now. What once was shared so freely has been laid to rest. Some winters have no snow but after winter comes spring at some point.

At times hiding inside the rocks of the playground while viewing Harappa and Mojen Daro petroglyphs seem to help decipher symbols of an artist tribe long ago and a 5000 year history much of which is metaphorical and full of double innuendos. Dharma/karma cycle rapid. Hoping the deer there survive it.

Is art ever really lost? Those symbols maimed and destroyed does it ever appear again? Part of a cultures conscieness and identity so it rebirths for the era it reappears.

The Dance of The Deer Exchange

December 18, 2021 - 8:07am — theano7203
In the Eden of the forest deer formed large chains and danced for hours. Any fawn showing up became swept up into the sound and movements of the ancient deers who pranced and around to ensure most of the forest participated. Many newcomers it served as a way to teach all the deer moves one needed so when combined in a sequence you had had animated mime deer that held long conversations. Signature sequences existed and you would recognize a deer or a set of deer by their greeting or actions. It became the designated deer exchange day.

An exchange is an act of giving. It has a sequence. A sequence is an act of giving one thing you receive another thing of the same type or value. So spells became a popular way to exchange particularly with young adult deer out of fawn hood. Essentially an informal market system formed of exchange. Different deer groups were experts at spells or places. You would go visit and they would show you a spell between each other and offer it to you. (Some deer took a while to discover staying out of certain areas their spells lasted longer--when you only know one to two ways to get a spell it is precious) Or a young deer casted their only known spell and when no more exchange a veteran deer would take them to a place and show them something. Like certain areas of flowers by the pond the butterflies come very close and seem to linger and are huge. You could turn your deer body certain ways and make it appear butterflies lived amonst your antlers. So new deer would go around looking for the butterfly in the antler spell. (not a spell but a magical place in the forest)

Many such acts happened in the days of dancing deer by the hundreds.

Within a group, the dance sequence would change and you would know one of the other deer took the lead so it would flow. A visual symbol of an inner deer practice would make for a merry time.

Peanut's Diary

December 17, 2021 - 6:52am — peanutbutterwhiskey
(Might move this over to her bio eventually but until I learn how literally anything works it's staying here)

The Lost Mask

November 30, 2021 - 4:46am — theano7203
The Lost Mask Story


Suddenly as fall approached the seams of my deer mask began to burst apart. What was once a mask became a black amorphous cloth wriggling where it should not be. You know like underneath the chin, only on the left side of the face, blowing up above my deer eyes etc. So of course in the digital age you can order masks globally.


The search began and every day my mask would unravel. Never the same seam. Sometimes one of the sides and sometimes the front on back one on so upon spelling I suddenly was like a burlesque strumpet before a performance but on my deer face not near my star on the back part. Wriggle butt I am and dance regularly by the cage, but less than 6-month-old mask should last a little longer even if wriggled in. I spell up black. I like black masks. Despite global access, all the masks being black became an issue. I spelled and got any color but black.


Every day for four days I searched for all black masks by spelling and then dipping in the lake whilst going back and trying again. The original mask I used at the ruins had gone to pastel colors and like a wedgie cut. Which is fine for swimming but when the cold wind blows up your snorting nose you need the coverage. Goose pimples on deer noses you cannot warm up in public without getting in trouble. It means endless neck rubbing outside your normal deer group which since the pandemic can be risky. Sometimes you get all heated but not in the fun way. On a cold night, pandemic heat may be useful and of course, a strategically placed hot nose might make a new friend. Everyday I experienced the wedgie as my black mask on my deer body broke seams and traveled to crevices.


Finally, I spelled enough by the lake to get an all-black mask like the Rugby teams of Australia during Haka before a game. Rough but so satisfying. In a couple of days later while playing another black mask appears. All excited I do several and find a need to have a spectrum of black masks.
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