I do wonder if Aeolus will have managed to drag herself out of Osomatsu-san hell by the time this post goes up. Judging by her Tumblr, probably not, ahaha. In any case, it is with great enthusiasm and a tinge of anticipation that I introduce you all to yet another one of my talented friends. Some… Continue reading Introducing a Friend: Aeolus
Do you remember those grade school assignments? You know, the one where they give you a diagram of a brain and they tell you to draw how much space certain values and interests take up? This is like that, only taken up maybe… eight levels.
An answer to a prompt by Danny requesting a story about a cool industrial robot, stargazing, and meaningless deaths.
((A lengthy poem inspired by a half-dream about the interactions between the Devil and a young girl who knows death all too well.)) I. “I can help you, if you’d like,” said the Devil to the girl In a garden filled with daffodils with dew strung up like pearls “Make with me a contract, and… Continue reading Poem: “The Devil and the Girl”
“How do you write like you’re running out of time? Write day and night like you’re running out of time? Ev’ry day you fight, like you’re running out of time, like you’re running out of time, are you running out of time?
How do you write like like tomorrow won’t arrive? How do you write like you need it to survive? How do you write ev’ry second you’re alive, ev’ry second you’re alive, ev’ry second you’re alive?”
Edit March 15, 2016: I’ve made my peace with most of this. I’m leaving this up so I don’t have to write another post to replace it. If you’re a friend I introduced or plan to introduce on this blog, feel free to skip over this post. In fact, please do.
So today’s scheduled post was initially a Methods & Mediums about the hit musical Hamilton, but I’ve got a few things I need to get off my chest before that. If you’d rather wait for the M&M, check back on Wednesday, but this post is going to get a little personal.
What is there even to say about Ira – a lot, there’s a lot. For starters, the friend whom I’m dubbing Iramor on this blog is the person I consider to be my first friend, and without her knowing, she’s one of the biggest influences on who I am today. In fact, many of the virtues that others seem to see in me, I attribute to her.