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I'm calling out to anyone.
Given the circumstances, everyone would fall in. But that's not the case now. I seem to be running in my sleep, but where to? Sleep and waking seem Intertwined sometimes. walking around in a thin mist doing something, for someone, for somewhere. Or for myself, this is out of the question. I'm leaving, goodbye
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Clams Three
Dressed in oil, given three
A snail, an oyster, a clam, dear me.
Desecrated, defaced, and opened up.
Essence purple, filling dresses and emperors’ cup.
Snail dipped in lead
Oyster seized and bled
But Clams are often better found dead.
(not supposed to be edgy, I just like tyrian purple)
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high riding
Fathers and mothers have always been with children, but a bug haunts them through the ages, The technology grows but the culture crows, and now all we have left is but a fly. :)
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Foundation (Number 2) (Draft)
Dionysus Romanov sat in his personal throne. His thoughts had run through the bottle that was in his hand.
“Alright! Alright!.... For all of those w-ho are of the Romanov dynasty, we need to talk. *Hiccup*” Dionysus stood up quickly in a staggering fashion.
“Our boy had just been married to a woman of Greekish decent, and will be the first to marry into one of those... families. Let us congratulate him on becoming a man, and may the Gods bless this union!”
Gaius was at the far end of the Scandinavian long table. His seat shifted under him as his mind was thinking about other things besides the marriage.
“Boy. You need to... listen up *Hiccup*. You married an immigrant, so this feast is not the time for you to be solemn... but for I. But we already had that talk, so today must be honorable.” The bottle in hand was now his 3rd.
Gaius had nothing to say about his father’s drunken outburst. He sat there for the next 3 hours reciting proverbial’ s in his head trying to wash out the embarrassment that his father had put on him. Especially in the banquet of guests. To think how insulted Eurydice and her family would be if hospitality were not shown. Greekish culture emphasized guest welfare, and if it were broken, it would be downright sinful to their pagan church. But Eurydice was not the problem right now.
He stood up and exited down the hall. His father still at the table drinking himself away. To be a great family head might be too stressful for Gaius and his problems. Gaius, a heavy knife connoisseur, bought and sold novelty knives to satiate his hunger for divinities’ hand in a different way. He had painted blood on canvases and hidden them away. The rush had taken him away to another land where he had control over his own hand rather than some family crest or unstable relationship.
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Foundation (Number 1)
People need foundations. Ancient Rome and their Greece, the small amount of makeup I use and my face, The asshole neighbor next door who can’t stand up properly without his cane, and so on. Foundations give rise to certain achievements and whatnot.
I sketched the insides of a paper line and was fixated on the filament that lined the sides of my writing.
“It tastes like ass” Gaius stood up inspecting my paper.
Gaius was always my clown, but whenever he got the chance he would complain to no end whatsoever.
“You just don’t have the acquired taste man, you need to start feeling that shit a little better you know? It doesn’t make sense now but it takes time.” She slurred her words a little.
He fingered the sides of the wooden pipe. “Babe you don’t need to tell me how to smoke, also what do you mean by feeling it better? Are you alright, or did you get too buzzed you dunce...”
I needed to fall back on him, he was right, I really couldn’t handle a good buzz yet... “You’re stupid, just let me judge you while having a moment”
“Sure I am, by the way, can I tell you something?”
“No problem bro”
“Don’t call me bro, and the temples have opened back up so we need to go back there sometime” Gaius stood up and wipe his face with his hand... gross, but weirdly hot.
“Yeah sure, but I’m not too down with the temple shit... my pagan shit has it’s own business, and to be fairly honest I can’t violate my code of codes.”
Looking around the room, I tried to let my buzz settle down, I noticed that my desk was lined with trash and Pokémon cards (me and Gaius were into that).
“ Eurydice [yəˈridəsē] It’s been a while since you’ve been to one of my families’ gatherings or whatever... I know they can get out of control sometimes, but that’s how Romanovs are. Culture I guess, but it would be nice to have you over you know?” Gaius shifted around, he was still standing and had his hands in his pockets for some reason... fuckin’ weirdo sometimes.
“Like I said, naw I’m good, no means no dumbass. Just kidding, I love you. But the point is, is that I’m just not good around those scenes, the heavily cultured families... I’m not sure, but it just makes me feel left out you know?”
“Sure”
“Don’t get mad at me, I’m just saying I get too shy and I can’t handle that.” In the moment I felt like leaving cause Gaius always gets a certain way when undermined like that. He gets quiet and it pisses me off.
“I’ll walk you out” Gaius bends down to help me up.
“No I’m good, thanks” Rejecting his hand, I stand up on my own, shook his hand goodbye, and promptly exited through his bedroom door and out of his house.
“The world feels fine”
“Blue finger tips touch my brow”
“The Juniperus trees down this way are nice”
(3rd person switch)
Eurydice calmed her mind, keeping it off of Gaius. While walking she had tugged at her hair, the braids had come apart slightly and she was able to feel fly-aways.
“Damn it I need to fix my hair soon...”
A man had stepped up to her as she was distracted.
“You need to repent for your sins. PHOBETOR has sent a message to me that everyone here in the great city of Athens will die from shitstorms and government takeovers... too many immigrants prove it! And I stepped in some shit the other day!!!”
Eurydice was pushed aback by the surprise of this old man. She noticed that this man was ragged and was probably of the lower classes.
“Watch it or I’ll call the guard.” Eurydice hovered her hand above the knife that was hidden by her side.
“You and everyone need to listen to me. We will be plunged into an extinction event if we don’t act now!” His hands grabbed the sides of his head as if he were on something.
“You need to stop. I’m distressed. You can’t be distressing women in the midst of guards.” She furrowed her brow and was pressuring herself to scream to get this lunatic out of her way.
“At’ééd, Please listen”
“No, I won’t, because logic tells me Phobetor tricked another fool.” She readied herself to walk on.
“Maybe Morpheus will bless your next sleep and rid you of your anxiety old man. I’m off...”
Eurydice went back to admiring the Juniperus’ and finished her walk back to her home.
The old man went back to stitching his arm up after another shot of Morpheus.
End of Part One.
#ancientgreece
#ancient rome
#writing
#someothershit
#skyrimtogether
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Time to hit the bag
Alright so, I’m not a writer however I’ve been wanting to lay down a few ideas or narratives down onto paper lately and have been influenced by comics and superficial philosophical ideas. I love the arts, the cultures (specifically American, European, and Native American), and would love to become an effective polymath one day... but I procrastinate too much. I’ll try my best to write often though, every other week I suppose...
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