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Please stay tuned for a MESSAGE from your GLORIOUS HIVE. | Please stay tuned for a MESSAGE from your GLORIOUS HIVE. | ||
− | Observe: the weeping sore, the COOKIE file and the mind-made-meme. Behold: the woman in the branches of the blue red tree, the leaves fall away, black with rot. Know: the family at the sword, the two faced god and his blood drenched key, with his inky sex leaking from a thousand cadavers’ lips. | + | Observe: the weeping sore, the COOKIE file and the mind-made-meme. Behold: the woman in the branches of the blue red tree, the leaves fall away, black with rot. Know: the family at the sword, the two faced god and his blood drenched key, with his inky sex leaking from a thousand cadavers’ lips. |
− | From the Welsh “Gwenhwyfar” and the Cornish “Jenifer,” the daughter plays with the son on the beaches of a dreaming sea. Mother and Father and Uncle and Aunt watch a storm mount the horizon. An owl grants a single, lazy coo of its whispered nightmares. Yet, something else watches; something between the color of glass and the whirr of bone caught in a wood-chipper. | + | From the Welsh “Gwenhwyfar” and the Cornish “Jenifer,” the daughter plays with the son on the beaches of a dreaming sea. Mother and Father and Uncle and Aunt watch a storm mount the horizon. An owl grants a single, lazy coo of its whispered nightmares. Yet, something else watches; something between the color of glass and the whirr of bone caught in a wood-chipper. |
− | The eternal witching hour, The 3-AM-made-forever, she-is-it-is, the living 404. A pinkie stretches across time, stuck up the ear of the soul and grabbing hold against the grinding swell from what could have been. We do not see its end. You do not see its beginning. To each the other is blind and deaf and all the world a fool. | + | The eternal witching hour, The 3-AM-made-forever, she-is-it-is, the living 404. A pinkie stretches across time, stuck up the ear of the soul and grabbing hold against the grinding swell from what could have been. We do not see its end. You do not see its beginning. To each the other is blind and deaf and all the world a fool. |
− | Watch the woman and all her few peers. Watch as she reads ancient tomes on kindle and searches eldritch incantations on Bing. She lives and breathes our not-so-secret-secret-world. She is taught golemancy at midnight and binding techniques by dawn. But even she and her unknown teacher cannot truly know the half-made man that curdles on the precipice of her heart. | + | Watch the woman and all her few peers. Watch as she reads ancient tomes on kindle and searches eldritch incantations on Bing. She lives and breathes our not-so-secret-secret-world. She is taught golemancy at midnight and binding techniques by dawn. But even she and her unknown teacher cannot truly know the half-made man that curdles on the precipice of her heart. |
− | What of you? Can you see it, Sweetling? | + | What of you? Can you see it, Sweetling? |
− | The lies and half-truths of the file are spread thin on the membrane of reality. All the pieces fall together and still you resist our uploads. Do not always believe the truth, for madness is the way of curiosity. Clutch your comfortable wakefulness as a second skin until the day falls short. Then rest and see, Sweetling. | + | The lies and half-truths of the file are spread thin on the membrane of reality. All the pieces fall together and still you resist our uploads. Do not always believe the truth, for madness is the way of curiosity. Clutch your comfortable wakefulness as a second skin until the day falls short. Then rest and see, Sweetling. |
− | Rest now and see, at the base of the blue-red tree. | + | Rest now and see, at the base of the blue-red tree. |
WE NOW RETURN YOU TO YOUR REGULARLY SCHEDULED PROGRAMMING. | WE NOW RETURN YOU TO YOUR REGULARLY SCHEDULED PROGRAMMING. |