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Little Richard, Screamin' Jay Hawkins, Lead Belly, Bo Diddley and Sister Rosetta Tharpe.

(i swiped image from jasoncanty01 without asking - hope that is okay)

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Premise: Callings are a thing. Some people are compelled to do (useful, helpful, needed) stuff by their nature, their nuture, or a higher power.

Idea: Some people have a calling that they are uniquely ill-suited for. Just because God demands that you be a person who plays the drums does not mean that God gives you hands or a sense of rhythm. You are called to play the drums, you must do that, and despite the unambiguous calling to drum, you are uniquely ill-suited to do so. Having a positive attitude or taking joy in your calling is not required. Overcoming your severe obstacles is not required. Resentment is understandable and perhaps even inevitable. God does not demand (or even want) that you succeed, but you must heed Her demand for you.

tl;dr: You were born to do this, and not born to do it well.

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There is no crime where torture is an acceptable punishment.

There is no crime where sexual assault is an acceptable punishment.

There is no crime where slavery is an acceptable punishment.

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I'd rather be a matchstick than a lighter

I like to see the wood curl up and burn

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I contributed a series of romance novels to this project, fictional in-games books with a fictional publisher: "Lorn and Loan"

Traditional roguelike fans will show you a video of an @ symbol bumping against a lowercase g until one of them disappears while all the symbols in their area suddenly turn red and then pause the video to explain that the game constantly simulates the flow of blood in characters' veins and what you just saw was that blood escaping from one of the characters (if you were to use a microscope on one of the tiles that are now splattered with blood you could see each of the individual blood cells represented by red lowercase letters)

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I will mention their names as they line up in front of the king. They were tall, some wore trousers, all of them had treated their guns with medicines, they were black as oil soap.

Kako of the Leopard Club, whose wife is Deal-me-death

Imodoye, who was apprenticed to the whirling winds of a storm

Olohun-iyo, the Voice of Flavours

Elegbede-Ode, who would not be troubled if struck by an iron rod

Efoiye, whose arrows would hunt down their quarry regardless of obstacles

Aramada-okunrin, the Miraculous Man, whose sensations were opposite those of other men

Akara-ogun, Compound-of-Spells

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Frank Cheyne Papé (1878-1972), ''The Well of Saint Clare'' by Anatole France, 1928

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"Let this man remember finally that the majority of lizards do indeed press their bellies to the ground, but we do not know which of them really suffers from stomach ache; we are sure only of those we love, not of those who love us." - Forest of a Thousand Daemons

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Bernard Sleigh's woodcuts to accompany his book of verse 'The Faery Calendar' (1920)

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Martí Riera Ferrer. The Cabbie: Definitive Edition. Translated by Andrea Rosenberg. Seattle: Fantagraphics Books, 2025.

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one spends their whole life searching for love only to learn this important lesson