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the making of the unvierse

on the first day the prince said

nothing

nothing was first when pain was born
and when pain came to be
nothing was something and thus no more
something was another and this other was not pain
it was comfort

or maybe she said

there is no such things as one when two have to exist to perceive each other
and they are not two but three
now the one is different from the two
but since one cannot exist without the other, there were four

thus there was nothing and something and pain and comfort
without one or the other neither exist
something is pain and nothing is comfort
nothing may very well exist on its own but without something
nothing is never named

perhaps the prince even said

nothing became something when it had a name

__ was born when she birthed something
and __ ceased to exist when something named it nothing



and on the second day she said


on the second day came a horrible thing called time and passing
it was the funeral of static that she would attend


on the second day the four of two had found the body of static
the former queen nameless and mother of nothing

she might have also said

called they for a funeral when a terrible woman came
she said
i am time and passing, the new queen of this realm
all laws abide by my rules now
they may seem harsh for they ruin the old world of static
yet you must listen

the four shook in terror
and time and passing spoke once more
something will rot into nothing and pain will rot into comfort
comfort will die into pain and nothing will erase into something
there is no such things as stagnancy in my realm
you will die and die a thousand times and see your loved twin move on too
this is unavoidable
your time under me is limited
and you cannot barter for a different fate

while static lived forever in a singular universe of I
eternal, unchanging but also without ability to see herself as how she truly is
forever static
eternal and unchanging
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How much interest is there for forum roleplay

What the title says.
How much interest would it be for some openish semi openish roleplays on the community.
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Tabefaction

What if oranges had flesh? It would rot amongst days of undesired eating, the flesh turning into purple bruised pulp. Sliding and soft along the edges of the now bitter inside.
Eating before the expiration date would give you the tasty vitamins your body craves. Peeling away the squishy skin while orange juice splatters everywhere reveals the core. The center and the best part. A healthy snack with sweet and citrusy taste paired along with the refreshing juice. Just as if you took a part the very nature of a human.


--- Author's Note
It's been only a few years but I am happily able to say that I have progressed more than I thought. Writing never struck me until recently. It is my hidden talent. Thanks for anyone who has stuck around since the beginning. Drop critiques in the comments!
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i dont know i wrote this during bio

Cold is quite hard to overcome. The fastest way to warm up, and the most commonly seen in survival guides is skin to skin contact. Touches may seem harmless, however without touch for centuries, the feeling is crippling; prune from the ages of pure frost. The physicalities convert into mental stimulation and suffering, within seconds of the unconcious associations. Such quick-thinking may be a blessing but the fact is its also juxtaposed. The faint uredo of a hug never leaves my skin. A gentle handshake burns my nerves beyond frostbite. The pain of touching someone- someone you cant trust. I long for touch. A comfortable soft touch, of someone that has only that of geniune interest and safety. La douleur exquise stops that. Never before have I more desired to simply hold that hand and purr as I rub, smile on his shoulder, laying my weary head to rest. Oh how I would love to find comfort for once however my serenity is a taboo amongst the impossible.
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Temptation

he stares at me in school with geniune sparkling eyes. i wonder, is this look filled with love? he smiles oh so softly and converses with me about the littlest of things yet his kindness overwhelms me. so big, so tall, so kind. i want to feel the warm embrace of his hugs and sweet words as they assure me im a special one of his. but this is all a lie. only if he could actually love me instead of tease me with his great gentleness. he treats everyone this way. im not special. i was a fool to think i ever was or ever am. i know the truth yet i still walk at a dignified pace into my path of heartbreak. my temptation.

The WAters

Deer companion spent the time observing the weather and events. Wind blows. Sand forms. Fire burns. Rain falls. An orange deer Leeloo once said. The companion deer spent most of the time watching the waters. As the water rose and fell she noticed the rain. Whether mist or droplets it coupled. Then rain drops group. As the rain did so it formed rivulets where waters had not flowed before. As rivulets gathered it formed streams. Streams become rivers. When water has no place to go it makes a lake as large as the amount of water that fell. One exception delays the whole cycle of it all. When water chills it becomes ice or snow. Companion deer watched as snowflakes gathered but instead of rivulets it formed a blanket on the ground and smaller blankets on trees and sleeping deer. At some point snow warms again and it moves back into being rivulets. As destructive as all that became in a temporary span of time so to did it cleanse the deepest tar. It is said that most of which anything breathing is made of is water. For a short time a membrane like glass holds it in a variety of forms and shapes then it leaks to return to the larger waters only to be scooped up by another glass like sack in a similar but new way. Companion deer remembered when watching births a rush a water cames before the fawn. Other deer deaths resulted into turning into water slowly as the rest decays. Usually some flowers would grow to mark the water event in that spot. Companion deer pondered how much of the water in her came from others and how much came directly from the sky.

sounds of water hertz style
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l49vjS4Oc34

{girl in deer skin}

Assing with Deer

(_!_) = Normal Deer Ass
(__!__) = Big Deer Ass
(!) = Tight Deer Ass
(_?_) = Dumb Deer Ass
(_E=MC2_) = Smart Deer Ass
(_$_) = Rich Deer Ass
(_x_) = Kiss My Deer Ass
(_X_) = Get Off My Deer Ass


Any other deer ass welcomed

Couple Uncouple?

When two become one and one transforms does the coupling end as well?

Deer companion pondered that nightly since ancient deer had turned into oblivion. At first she went to the cattails and pulled a few to get at the pulpy sweetness near the base. She laid it down after feasting on a cylinderical stalk. The next day she would return to feast on the crinkly dried leaflets of cattails.

In the evenings she would lay curled up in the last spot ancient deer had slept. In twilight sleep she would take her well formed neck and caress the air like ancient deer was still present then settle into sleep. Companion deer would linger in all the last spots ancient deer had stood once awakening as if memorizing every precious moment of interaction in their last days together.

By and large it had been pleasant with deep conversations with deer friends. In the following weeks she visited each and every deer who had helped attend to needs of those nature to collect those memories, those stories made in body language, and those last c ommunings.

One morning she arose and ran to where new poppies had arose and instead of eating the petals she held them in her mouth. In a slow gracious senuous walk she would meander back to where he left her on the stream shores. Instead of entering the waters she simply dropped the flowers and watched as they floated down nearly the same path that ancient deer did walk.

A few weeks later she paired with an ancient female deer who had lost her male companion. Together they ventured forth into new territories. Another deer offered an excursion into a land called tejas where the deer had less spots and sported browner coats and deep passions.

The ancient female deer has been a stellar flyer in earlier decades and had made global deer friends. One group had formed a colony in a set of grapevines.

the deer soprano said

Comedy the deer soprano said
which made no sense to the head
Dark arts became her flair
when she chose not to take risk and dare
Comedy never became her forte
Preyed on teen talent made them bey

Those of us who knew her deer ways well
Would inform and tell
Twisted hebrew law
To make a devil's claw
Comedy became "come die"
So many began to defy

Those who practice the circle way
Find heavy price will come their way
Cry out they do Lord Lord for show
I never knew you now just go



Try the twin gods of deer they will help
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