molgaroth

[molgaroth]

About me

I am a singer and multi instrumentist, you can listen to my onemanband on any streaming platform or visit my bandcamp:

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From a 10 word prompt: tomato sunset fossil lute comparison sculpt tripartite egregious jaguar elongated

Ruins have been found in the depth of the south American jungle. A tripartite temple dedicated to a jaguar god, adorned with statues and bas-reliefs sculpted with great skills. The egregious scenes depict the slaughter of thousands men, women and children by what seems to be giant humanoid beings with elongated skulls. The sheer size of the temple and its adornments were the first signs of its non-human origins. One altar, standing in the midst of the bloody scene, had remain untouched and was still displaying a monstrous skull of an unknown creature. Twice the size of a Tyrannosaurus' skull, its bone structure has no known equivalent on earth and its chemical analysis point at an extraterrestrial origin. Later excavations revealed a lower chamber, located 300 meters under the temple. Accessible via a hidden door behind the altar and a steep tunnel. Three bodies, incredibly well preserved, were discovered encased in black pods made of highly polished crystal of unknown origin and composition. The bodies were the exact likeness of the giants depicted in the temple. Over 4 meters tall, with elongated skulls, no hair, a thick, rough greyish-red skin, four fingers and digitigrade feet. Wearing some tribal outfits made of unknown feathers, scaly leather and metal chains. Around the pods were carefully arranged a multitude of objects, all of them in a perfect state. Amongst them were a dozen of tomato like fruits, five time bigger than our largest species, still fresh and fragrant ; two astronomical models, one of our solar system and the other of an unknown system ; an impressive collection of animals skulls inhabiting the region in the Eocene, known to us by their fossils, but showing no sign of ageing in comparison to the specimens displayed in our museums ; and three musical instruments, a giant flute, a colossal musical horn of an unknown animal and a string instrument similar to a lute but designed for hands far larger than ours. Computers data show that the temple would have been aligned with the sun around 50 million years ago, letting its last rays drown the bas-reliefs in deep red at sunset. While waiting on adequate means to recover the bodies and transport them to be studied elsewhere, all contact with the scientific team was lost. When the recovery team arrived, nobody was present on the site and the three inhuman corpses were nowhere to be found and are still missing to this day.

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i love what you've done with this place!

Thanks! I used yours as inspiration 🤫

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From a 10 word prompt: frog telescope trombone bone scalpel wings dust croissant(not used) incandescent lit

Now that my cycle is over, I write this last entry before beginning my final journey.

I sat by my telescope most nights. Staring less at the sky than inside my mind. Moon after moon, guided by the frog choirs, my thoughts wandered into a long forgotten dream. A life once mine. Among the incandescent rocks, guiding the blood of Gaia, from her heart to her skin. But, I had left, and lit mankind's first fires. Showing them the shelters in the caves. Helping them connect with Her. After all, they are only half from her and half from the stars. They had to learn and embrace their world. Or only ruin will follow. I have been away for so long. I wish to return where I belong. And tonight is the right time. The frogs' song swelled into the low rumble of a thousand trombones, rattling my bones. Glittering dust hovered all around me. A sharp pain struck my chest. As if a scalpel halved my heart. My body collapsed on the floor. But my eyes were staring at it from above. My human flesh, dead and peaceful. And then, in a bliss, I discovered my new body, not of matter but transparent, from the astral world. My arms were much longer ; my legs so short ; my hands had three clawed fingers and on my back a pair of wings spread wide ; their tips connected to my tail by a membrane of skin ; my head had nothing to do with mankind, if anything, related to reptiles. Those words were written by a hand invisible to most. My time among men is over. I am happily reunited with Her, the magnificent Gaia.

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Nights, fears, hallucinations, nightmares

Skull still feels like a head, from its flesh and the gelatin of its eyes. Head, so, in the dark, on the dark, where still, it still feels a body which must obey him. He feels at the end of his hands, fingers, like worms who have ceased to move. He feels at the end of his legs a little hill, an ancient mound, inert. He must never disturb it nor look within. In it, he feels two bipedal witnesses becoming sweaty, he barely rubs one against the other, and stops quickly, disgusted. And little by little, which seems suddenly, an abstract presence, like a black light irradiating fear, ignites at his right. Under the blinding blackness, he lets his eyeballs fulfil their function and sees only the black. Only the black filled with presence. No longer able to sleep he faces the darkness and folds his limbs against him. From the darkness, he knows that a demon shines in silence. A demon whose task is to find him and to guide its brothers to his bedside. He knows it and senses the shadows on the other side of the door, waiting on an unexpected noise to invade his darkness. Every night they come to find him, every night for ten years. His body complains and signals its want to move. But his head, where his spirits reside, refuses. Too aware of the danger weighting over him. His body shows its displeasure and becomes almost painful. But the fear is stronger. His spirits bustle and talk in illogic and disturbing sentences. Some illustrate their speech with grotesque pictures. He talks to himself to tell them to stop. But the spirits don't care. he feels inside of him the shadows moving and summoning the demons. The need to mutilate himself rushes in him again, spreading in each of his limbs. The demons try to suck his mind in their plan of reality but he resists. And at last, exhausted, after a decade of fights, he falls asleep. He falls asleep and dreams of waking up in his bed, in his bedroom. He dreams that noises wake him up. Things are roaming around. Things which should not be in this world. He is scared and wakes up in his bed, in his bedroom by the same awful noises closing in on him. So the fear wakes him up to chase away those things or to get ready to fight, for he hears atrocious noises, which wake him up. He is in his bed, in his bedroom, he is aware that something is not right. He feels a presence far too close to him. And he is afraid, he is so scared that he jumps awake in his bed, in his bedroom. He is surrounded by things he does not see. He is surrounded by things he does not see but nevertheless perceives. He is surrounded by things he does not see but nevertheless perceives, which are staring at him, starving. He is surrounded by things he does not see but nevertheless perceives, which are staring at him, starving for aeons, as they finally find a meal. Terrorised, he wakes up. His skull still feels like a head by the sweat pearling on its skin. A head, so, in the dark, on the dark, where still, it still feels a body which must obey him. He rolls on his left and curls up, still shaking from his nightmare. Voices echo in his head. And little by little, which seems suddenly, an abstract presence, like a black light irradiating fear, ignites at his right. He knows this presence too well and can only face it, too scared to be attacked from behind, and waits. He knows that its brothers are waiting right behind the door. That they are waiting for an unexpected noise to invade his darkness. He knows that everything restarts again, as almost every night for ten years. He knows that all of this is only his sick mind. So he waits and endures.

Sometimes, he dreams that he is sleeping.

(old text, initially in French)

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The moon is at home in the crab. Miss Moon is in the kitchen with the old lady. Putting things in the dryer. The tumble dryer. Showing the goblins on tumblr all the stuff she's made. Open windows let in the summer night air. Of course, she forgot about the pot on the gas stove. Whistles the kettle, carminative brew. All talk into the shadow world, all material negligence. The brew cascaded over, onto the shining floor, shining like oil, like a halo, crown of virtue. ... even the moon needs to sleep sometimes, a night like tonight. All is black, and the moon sleeps inside the crab. Even the old lady disappears sometimes, morphs into the walls by the light of day.

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From a 10 word prompt: Crab solar pulse morph negligent cataract gas sleep shiny breeze tumble

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From a 10 word prompt: marijuana car aubergine shirt jail boar fossil swamp nail bucket

-Why are you here?

-I offered my family to the Boar God.

-What is that supposed to mean?

-At a family dinner, with my parents and my 3 siblings, I cooked "un gratin d'aubergines a la Française" but loaded with marijuana. They were so high they followed me without a question. I drove them to my late grandma's house in the old swamp; she was a fossil hunter. I made them lie over a pentagram I had painted on the floor, one on each point. I lit up the candles and hammered 888 nails in them. I recited the prayer while they were agonizing and offered their life to the boar god. I would have never ended up in jail if an asshole had not stolen my car with all the evidence and my diary in which I planned out everything. I was going to sink that fucking car in the river. But that dumb-ass stole it and got caught a few miles away. He was drunk, a bucket on his head and shouting obscenities to the police. Retard…

-But why?

-My brother stole my favorite shirt and ruined it. And you? Why are you here?

-I … stole a car.

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Cut In Half

Cut in half, you stopped eating for a while. Simply forgot. The air was dead with whole families of fruit flies inhaled at once. Your own skin made a lonely noise.

At the back of the bus later staring at your hands. What were these for now? That’s it then, you think. That’s the end of being a person. And the day drives on into weeks anyway.

One morning you eat half a pear standing over the sink. The dead face of fruit stares right back at you. The not crying at the sunny window. That is something. Some words on paper about it.

Just how did you stay on? You cannot imagine. But here's you pulling down handfuls of life from the trees again. The rotting flesh under your shoes smelling sweet as you reach up.

The End? you were thinking?

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Durd is my name!!!

Durdy!!! you're here!!! <3 🎉

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Durdy!!! you're here!!! <3 🎉

Yeap!!!!