Philosophalopod

@Philosophalopod

Worship of the Cephalogods.

Vrijeme pridruživanja: svibanj 2015.

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  1. Prikvačeni tweet
    12. sij 2018.

    "Press your ear to a shell and you can hear the ocean sing." He stopped smiling and placed a hand on my shoulder. "Don't ever look inside.”

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  2. 22. pro 2019.

    The ocean stirred, sea fog drifting angrily from its maw. The treasure beneath the beast shifting dangerously. Rivulets of shell and coral tumbling. A single pearly came to rest against the theif’s boot. She smiled.

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  3. 2. pro 2019.

    Pity too the chambermaid who stokes the fires. Those rich, cold flames to warm those endless, shining halls. She wanders them alone now. Her curse to never know the tender touch of tarnish.

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  4. 2. pro 2019.

    Vast gilded flames and the soft glittering of embers. The ashes can be used in the most decedent incantations and for summoning luxury demons. All that glitters does not burn though.

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  5. 2. pro 2019.

    What’s your favourite smell in the unnatural world? (I think mine is drowned star)

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    The earliest cephalopods date back to the Cambrian period. They predate trees and land plants. So, the Earth knew tentacles before it knew leaves. Anyway, sweet dreams.

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  7. 23. stu 2019.

    No matter what it offered them they refused to let the old gold die, keeping it alive on a drip of watered down faith and temple incense. Occasionally they would have to force feed it prayer.

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    20. stu 2019.

    I have been unfolding the leaves that fall from the branches, and find that many are inscribed with cries for help in a runic language

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    17. stu 2019.
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    Drink with me

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  10. 18. stu 2019.

    You cry and wail and beat your fists against wet sand. How dare they. How dare they take him from you. He was your ship. Yours.

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  11. 17. stu 2019.

    From the beach she listened to the ocean groan and creak under the cold starlight. A house haunted by thirsty ghosts.

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    10. stu 2019.

    she prefers the term chrono-static. "immortal dredges up to many negative connotations."

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    15. stu 2019.
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    They whisper as she goes, counting her.

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    15. stu 2019.

    She counts the ghosts on her way home

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    10. stu 2019.

    Their Queen had evaporated years ago but the salt of her soul remained. Before battle warriors would kneel by her throne and pray, inhaling deep to carry her to war on their breath.

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  16. 10. stu 2019.

    He mixed another vial of ink. This one with broken coral and sun warmed tears. The ocean had been gone for years but if he could just remember what it tasted like he knew he could write it back again...

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  17. 13. sij 2018.

    They worshiped an evaporated queen. Knights would inhale her mist, carrying her to war on their breath.

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  18. 11. sij 2018.

    The ocean was the last of the melancholy gods. Mortals, refusing to not dream of sand and salt and sea, would never let it die.

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    9. sij 2018.

    There's something missing in the sky and it isn't the stars

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  20. 2. srp 2017.

    The two children held hands and walked down the beach. Occasionally pointing out shells and stars. That was the last anyone saw of the gods.

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