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welcome to reality, baby.
but how, tau wanted to protest, could you describe a stone entirely with a set of letters? how could an equation about the movement of a stone contain the ways in which a stone might be thrown to hurt someone, or ground to help make flour, or mortared into a wall?
December 20, 2025 at 10:47 PM
every blade of grass in this meadow has a shadow. not one has been omitted or miscalculated. god made the rules by which shadows are cast, and now each and every sprout obeys that rule. the world is so much.
December 20, 2025 at 7:48 PM
yo! you're a kid too, right? i can tell cause you're wearing a striped shirt.
December 20, 2025 at 4:47 PM
in that glass was water, and in the water crouched a very tiny, very unhappy frog. it saw baru and said wart! wart!
December 20, 2025 at 1:47 PM
but now... now she and i are equal! now, i've beaten her! haha! i'm the one who's always been there in her heart! i've beaten her, in the end.
December 20, 2025 at 10:47 AM
brnine is like everyone else.
December 20, 2025 at 7:48 AM
i believe in whispers in ears, and so i speak. i believe that this will be heard, well after it's needed. well past the long nights. i believe, against it all, in millenium break.
December 20, 2025 at 4:47 AM
a little bit after my 22nd birthday, i paid this burnout kid who used to hit on me in the food court $50 to bury me alive.
December 20, 2025 at 1:47 AM
listen: her boots crushed snail shells into the rock. when things break underfoot, you know that you are going forward.
December 19, 2025 at 10:47 PM
you must eradicate from your essence childish folly. you must eradicate from yourself childish folly. you must abandon childish things. you must grow up. you must grow up. grow up. grow up. grow up. grow. grow. grow. grow. grow.
December 19, 2025 at 7:47 PM
jesus, someone's killing clayton. fuck you. im supposed to kill clayton.
December 19, 2025 at 4:47 PM
by the rules of chess, if at any point the state of the board rests in an identical position three times, the game may come to an immediate draw. three-fold repetition. perennial's rule. the game once stuck in a cycle, must come to an end. millennium break.
December 19, 2025 at 1:48 PM
sunrise, parabellum. sunrise, prepare-for-war. it's an old revolutionary saying.
December 19, 2025 at 10:48 AM
every ending is an arbitrary one. every ending is, from another angle, not really an ending.
December 19, 2025 at 7:48 AM
“but in answer to your question: yes. i'm gonna bloody kill you.”
“if you were alive you'd have done it already.”
“oh, love. i'm merely waiting until you're happy.”
December 19, 2025 at 4:48 AM
“teach her all, ogion said, and what am i teaching her? cooking and spinning?” then another part of her mind said in goha's voice, “and are those no true arts, needful and noble? is wisdom all words?”
December 19, 2025 at 1:45 AM
if anyone's gonna ruin your night, mae, it really should be you.
December 18, 2025 at 10:45 PM
how to say what it means to me, that i might have taught you this— shared it, somehow, infected you with it. i hope it isn't a burden at the same time that i want you seared by it.
December 18, 2025 at 7:40 PM
she had said the word, the true name of the stone, and it had been slung at her, in her face— in the face of evil, the hideous face— she had dared speak— she could not speak—
December 18, 2025 at 4:41 PM
“of course i die. i'm not the kind of immortal who never dies, baru. just the kind that lives forever.”
December 18, 2025 at 1:40 PM
“no, baru, no, no, you did brilliantly.” and she hears that traitor hitch of compassion in his breath, spoor of his hidden weakness: she finds herself salivating, because she wants so badly to get a claw into that hidden wound and tear it bloody.
December 18, 2025 at 10:40 AM
how to say what it means to me, that i might have taught you this— shared it, somehow, infected you with it. i hope it isn't a burden at the same time that i want you seared by it.
December 18, 2025 at 7:40 AM
the teachers were very proud of that little pond, its lily pads and its little orange fish. of course, we’d all eaten at least one fish, just to see. but not when a teacher might be around.
December 18, 2025 at 4:40 AM
did he break you, louis? are you broken?
December 18, 2025 at 1:39 AM
i knew you could ask nicely.
December 17, 2025 at 10:38 PM