Girl: I will literally **kill** you
Tall guy: that is adorable, ilysm my lil beansprout
Short king (unsheathing his samurai sword): so it’s come to this
a masterwork that teaches men to be mindful of what they consume; the importance of spiritual and physical change, and above all, to take joy in being a hungry guy
@1thousandfaces_ their eyes slide over its ink-black contours, refusing to fix or focus. the thing in their living room refuses to be Seen
“what are you?” asks Hero One Thousand Faces
it draws a finger to its writhing lips
“𝙗𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙩 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙨𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙨”
yap to me, mama
about a cunty man,
a clever himbo full of zest
who dipped with all his besties
after dropping the motherquake
that gagged the holy streets of Troy
give us the tea of all
the glizzies he gobbled and
the screams he scrumpt,
spiraling on the high seas
as his squad kept getting wrecked
and losing the plot —
like babes, don’t eat the sun-god’s cattle,
are we new here??
how he fought storms, monsters,
and his own menty b,
trying to save his crew
even though the girlies
were determined to flop
now purr, goddess,
and spill the tea for us again —
the saga of a cunty king
and the delulu friends
he could never drag safely home
An hour and a half later, I was sitting in my study looking intently at a small glass vase. The vase contained only three flowers; shell pink with a hint at every petal's base of a hotter, flamier hue; a large magenta and cream-colored carnation; the bold heraldic blossom of an iris. At breakfast that morning I’d been struck by the lively dissonance of its colors, but that was no longer the point. I was no longer looking at an unusual flower arrangement. I was seeing what Adam had seen on the morning of his creation-the miracle, moment by moment, of naked existence.
"Is it agreeable?" somebody asked.
"Neither agreeable nor disagreeable," I answered. "it just is."