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“An emotional wound requires the same priority attention as a physical wound.”
— Melba Colgrove, Harold H. Bloomfield & Peter Williams
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A revised rendition of the cherry postcard I made. Season's Greetings from Maraschin0 Bb 🍒🎄✨
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I had the idea of making this from hearing this remix and it sounded exactly like the dance pop releases if it were actually part of Red in 2012. To me Message In A Bottle sounds like a brave leap of faith like telling someone how you feel about them and how sometimes a message in a bottle is the bravest thing you can do to tell them.
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That time an alien inhabited my mind *emotional*
Day 12 - I have exhausted my extraterrestrial powers in this planet and I cannot leave this human body that I have occupied. My abilities have been narrowed to only inhabiting the thoughts of my host with little to no control over it. Suffice to say, it is not the best vessel to be traveling this planet alone. This body is not very well built and not very mobile.
Day 19 - To the extent of my knowledge, I am the only inhabitant of this human vessel’s thoughts. But I am starting to suspect another specie is also occupying this human vessel. It amazes me how the other inhabitants have significant faculty over this human’s thoughts, mostly in the decision-making process. I must acquire more knowledge and learn their ways.
Day 24 - In our planet, we all have the same physical build. Identical in the way that every part of our body is simplified to achieve ideal and overall efficiency. The human vessel I am occupying does not meet our physiological standards. I must recharge my abilities in order to move to a much able and stronger host.
Day 29 - I was very disappointed to learn that the humans in this planet cannot communicate telepathically. We are not accustomed to use our mouth that often since we mostly exchange ideas telepathically. This morning I conversed with a group of individuals at a gathering and I was met with a series of disapproving stares and whispers. I was under the assumption that they have discerned my thoughts and that we were coming to an agreement. This human needs to speak out more.
Day 36 - I have come to notice that humans have a built-in set of responses when encountering danger. It is a bit complicated to explain but I can reduce the said responses to fight or flight. It is curious to postulate that despite the lack of a modified forelimb, the human vessel I am occupying has a likelihood of flight when faced with an imminent danger.
Day 47 - I have recognized a similarity with my species and this human vessel I am occupying. We are mostly able-bodied beings in our planet, thus we seldom ask for assistance from our peers. In a similar manner, this human vessel I am currently occupying requires little to none of the abilities to ask for help. It amazes me how much pain this human vessel can withstand when faced with difficult situations that need assistance.
Day 64 - I am starting to gain an understanding between our species and this human vessel I am occupying. Although my abilities have been perhaps limited to a humanistic perspective, I am inexplicably living as opposed to inhabiting.
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Reminder: Please Read Between The Lines.
From Haha, I Think I Need Help, Maraschin0 Bb
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Chicago! Chicago! Chicago! Chicago!
Tunok Type by Maraschin0 Bb
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Escape Artist
[frenzied whispers]
The walls are closing in and the room is getting louder by the minute. It sounded like a great time to leave.
The escape artist packs up his bag and heads outside the room. Despite the shadows that he sees in his peripheral and the whispers that curl inside his ears, the escape artist is focused in leaving the premises unnoticed.
[fluorescent lights buzzing]
He makes his way to the hallway while touching the nicely painted walls and appreciating the color choice. It was a nice shade of taupe, not too cool, not too warm.
“What a waste,”
he says to himself as he leaves the premises.
[theme music playing]
The escape artist walks away from the building. He feels the crackling and warmth behind his back and it reminds him of home.
[fire crackling continues]
It was an hour past midnight but the streets are illuminated by the burning building in the middle of the city. The escape artist smiles, taking in the pleasure of another successful getaway.
[wind whistling]
Home is not a sacred ground the escape artist had lived in. It was not the people that made him feel safe. There were no memories that take him back to the refuge of living. From the numerous times he has fled and left, home for the escape artist is the triumph of breaking free.
[wind whistling continues]
The thing about being an escape artist is he has everything and nothing to lose at the same time. Treating everything as disposable is one thing but leaving people behind is another.
He continues to walk, in search for another place to settle for the time being. The escape artist choses between the 24/7 souvenir shop across the street or the poorly-lit diner at the corner of the block. Both were good options, not too loud, not too quiet.
“A good escape artist listens closely to his own intuition,”
he says to himself as the whispers that continue to follow him get louder and louder.
The escape artist settles for the diner. He was not hungry at the moment but the escape artist orders a big amount of food. The diner had the right amount of chatter and noise to distract him from the whispers and the walls were wide enough for it not to close in.
[muffled chattering]
He picks up a piece of french fry. He seemed to be unhappy about it, he was not hungry for food. He wanted a taste of something else, something sweeter than freedom.
“The escape artist does not have an appetite for emancipation but an intense hunger for control.”
[frenzied whispers swell]
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