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📍Along the Path of the Beam
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Long days and pleasant nights!
I'm pleased to say the bot has received a few new quotes. We don't announce updates, but these we're particularly excited about. Because the rotation is random, it could be days before they're posted, but I encourage you to look out for them.
Long days and pleasant nights!
The prosaic fact of the universe's existence alone defeats both the pragmatist and the romantic.
December 10, 2025 at 1:15 AM
The prosaic fact of the universe's existence alone defeats both the pragmatist and the romantic.
'Coincidence has been cancelled, honey,' Susannah said.
'What we’re living in these days is more like the Charles Dickens version of reality.'
'What we’re living in these days is more like the Charles Dickens version of reality.'
December 9, 2025 at 10:14 PM
'Coincidence has been cancelled, honey,' Susannah said.
'What we’re living in these days is more like the Charles Dickens version of reality.'
'What we’re living in these days is more like the Charles Dickens version of reality.'
What have I become?
My sweetest friend
Everyone I know
Goes away in the end
You could have it all
My empire of dirt
I will let you down
I will make you hurt
My sweetest friend
Everyone I know
Goes away in the end
You could have it all
My empire of dirt
I will let you down
I will make you hurt
December 9, 2025 at 7:10 PM
What have I become?
My sweetest friend
Everyone I know
Goes away in the end
You could have it all
My empire of dirt
I will let you down
I will make you hurt
My sweetest friend
Everyone I know
Goes away in the end
You could have it all
My empire of dirt
I will let you down
I will make you hurt
All of Mid-World had become one vast haunted mansion in these strange latter days; all of Mid-World had become The Drawers; all of Mid-World had become a waste land, haunting and haunted.
December 9, 2025 at 4:10 PM
All of Mid-World had become one vast haunted mansion in these strange latter days; all of Mid-World had become The Drawers; all of Mid-World had become a waste land, haunting and haunted.
For every brick that landed on the ground instead of some little kid’s head, for every tornado that missed the trailer park, for every missile that didn’t fly, for every hand stayed from violence, there was the Tower.
December 9, 2025 at 1:10 PM
For every brick that landed on the ground instead of some little kid’s head, for every tornado that missed the trailer park, for every missile that didn’t fly, for every hand stayed from violence, there was the Tower.
I never realized the passing hours
Of evening showers
A slip noose hanging in my darkest dreams
I'm strangled by your haunted social scene
Just a pawn out-played by a dominating queen
Of evening showers
A slip noose hanging in my darkest dreams
I'm strangled by your haunted social scene
Just a pawn out-played by a dominating queen
December 9, 2025 at 10:13 AM
I never realized the passing hours
Of evening showers
A slip noose hanging in my darkest dreams
I'm strangled by your haunted social scene
Just a pawn out-played by a dominating queen
Of evening showers
A slip noose hanging in my darkest dreams
I'm strangled by your haunted social scene
Just a pawn out-played by a dominating queen
As for me, I was delighted to discover my old friends had a little more to say. It was a great gift to find them again, years after I thought their stories were told.
December 9, 2025 at 7:10 AM
As for me, I was delighted to discover my old friends had a little more to say. It was a great gift to find them again, years after I thought their stories were told.
I come in the name of Cortland Andrus, he of Gilead!
December 9, 2025 at 4:11 AM
I come in the name of Cortland Andrus, he of Gilead!
'YOU ARE KA-TET; ONE MADE FROM MANY. SO AM I. WHOSE KATET IS THE STRONGER IS SOMETHING WE MUST NOW PROVE.'
December 9, 2025 at 1:11 AM
'YOU ARE KA-TET; ONE MADE FROM MANY. SO AM I. WHOSE KATET IS THE STRONGER IS SOMETHING WE MUST NOW PROVE.'
Mister, we deal in lead.
December 8, 2025 at 10:12 PM
Mister, we deal in lead.
What I'm saying is that I'm trying to find rational reasons to explain irrational feelings, and that's never a good sign.
December 8, 2025 at 7:11 PM
What I'm saying is that I'm trying to find rational reasons to explain irrational feelings, and that's never a good sign.
They were all dead, except for him. The world had moved on.
The gunslinger shouldered his gunna and moved on with it.
The gunslinger shouldered his gunna and moved on with it.
December 8, 2025 at 4:11 PM
They were all dead, except for him. The world had moved on.
The gunslinger shouldered his gunna and moved on with it.
The gunslinger shouldered his gunna and moved on with it.
I want to stand in that field of roses, and I want to see the Tower that stands there. I don’t know what comes next. Mourners please omit flowers, probably, and for all of us. But I don’t care. I want to stand there.
December 8, 2025 at 1:11 PM
I want to stand in that field of roses, and I want to see the Tower that stands there. I don’t know what comes next. Mourners please omit flowers, probably, and for all of us. But I don’t care. I want to stand there.
Because the difference between seeing and not seeing can be the difference between living and dying.
December 8, 2025 at 10:10 AM
Because the difference between seeing and not seeing can be the difference between living and dying.
Commala-come-ki,
There’s a time to live and one to die.
With your back against the final wall
Ya gotta let the bullets fly.
There’s a time to live and one to die.
With your back against the final wall
Ya gotta let the bullets fly.
December 8, 2025 at 7:06 AM
Commala-come-ki,
There’s a time to live and one to die.
With your back against the final wall
Ya gotta let the bullets fly.
There’s a time to live and one to die.
With your back against the final wall
Ya gotta let the bullets fly.
Hot chocolate in Central Park! What was the Dark Tower compared to that?
December 8, 2025 at 4:05 AM
Hot chocolate in Central Park! What was the Dark Tower compared to that?
It hurt, of course, but more often than not the best things do, I’ve found. You wouldn’t think it could be so, but—as the oldtimers used to say—the world’s tilted, and there’s an end to it.
December 8, 2025 at 1:06 AM
It hurt, of course, but more often than not the best things do, I’ve found. You wouldn’t think it could be so, but—as the oldtimers used to say—the world’s tilted, and there’s an end to it.
Blaine is a pain.
December 7, 2025 at 10:05 PM
Blaine is a pain.
The lights. The dancing, Roland dancing the commala in the lights, the colored lights. Roland dancing in the white. Always Roland; and in the end, after the others had fallen, murdered away one by one in these bloody motions, Roland would remain.
December 7, 2025 at 10:05 PM
The lights. The dancing, Roland dancing the commala in the lights, the colored lights. Roland dancing in the white. Always Roland; and in the end, after the others had fallen, murdered away one by one in these bloody motions, Roland would remain.
It occurred to him later that this was when he began to love the boy—which was, of course, what the man in black must have planned all along. Was there ever a trap to match the trap of love?
December 7, 2025 at 7:01 PM
It occurred to him later that this was when he began to love the boy—which was, of course, what the man in black must have planned all along. Was there ever a trap to match the trap of love?
I come in the name of Hax the Cook, he of Gilead!
December 7, 2025 at 4:01 PM
I come in the name of Hax the Cook, he of Gilead!
And someone saved my life tonight sugar bear
You almost had your hooks in me didn't you dear
You nearly had me roped and tied
Altar-bound, hypnotized
Sweet freedom whispered in my ear
You're a butterfly
And butterflies are free to fly
Fly away, high away bye bye
You almost had your hooks in me didn't you dear
You nearly had me roped and tied
Altar-bound, hypnotized
Sweet freedom whispered in my ear
You're a butterfly
And butterflies are free to fly
Fly away, high away bye bye
December 7, 2025 at 1:00 PM
And someone saved my life tonight sugar bear
You almost had your hooks in me didn't you dear
You nearly had me roped and tied
Altar-bound, hypnotized
Sweet freedom whispered in my ear
You're a butterfly
And butterflies are free to fly
Fly away, high away bye bye
You almost had your hooks in me didn't you dear
You nearly had me roped and tied
Altar-bound, hypnotized
Sweet freedom whispered in my ear
You're a butterfly
And butterflies are free to fly
Fly away, high away bye bye
Control the things you can control, maggot. Let everything else take a flying fuck at you and if you must go down, go down with your guns blazing.
December 7, 2025 at 10:02 AM
Control the things you can control, maggot. Let everything else take a flying fuck at you and if you must go down, go down with your guns blazing.
I wanted to say goodbye to someone, and have someone say goodbye to me. The goodbyes we speak and the goodbyes we hear are the goodbyes that tell us we're still alive.
December 7, 2025 at 6:55 AM
I wanted to say goodbye to someone, and have someone say goodbye to me. The goodbyes we speak and the goodbyes we hear are the goodbyes that tell us we're still alive.
I come in the name of Hax the Cook, he of Gilead!
December 7, 2025 at 3:56 AM
I come in the name of Hax the Cook, he of Gilead!