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yamamanamaWell, everything seems to be working well with the filler entries, or the people who are still having problems with my journal just haven't said anything.
And then, to conclude the day's work, he gave an elderly tortoise, alone on her island these past two centuries, a dream of her love, roasted by passing sailors long since for his rich green flesh. Dancing salamanders brought the children silver plates filled with exotic ice-creams of various flavors, and with fruits they had never seen before and would never see again... although they would dream of them, on rare occasions, until they died. He spoke to the embryonic silicon dreams who clustered in a far ballroom, and whispered to them, briefly, about the other machines that had dreamed in the distant past. He spoke to the scar-dancers, to the straw-dust-women, to the old man with a swan's arm who tends the back stairs, to the three children of the autopsy, to the painters and the scriveners and the walls.
-A week in Dream's life, from The Kindly Ones
It's obligatory song time!
Mushihimesama - The One Who Is Always In The Forest
Moon said it sounds like it would be appropriate cross between Grenade Man's and Search Man's stages.
JUMP JUMP SLIDE SLIDE.
Eh, just go a few entries back and get that Beavers episode with a mime being flushed down the toilet into BUH BUH BUH... THE GREAT UNKNOOOOWN, assuming you haven't, and due to the lack of comments on it, you haven't.
And then, to conclude the day's work, he gave an elderly tortoise, alone on her island these past two centuries, a dream of her love, roasted by passing sailors long since for his rich green flesh. Dancing salamanders brought the children silver plates filled with exotic ice-creams of various flavors, and with fruits they had never seen before and would never see again... although they would dream of them, on rare occasions, until they died. He spoke to the embryonic silicon dreams who clustered in a far ballroom, and whispered to them, briefly, about the other machines that had dreamed in the distant past. He spoke to the scar-dancers, to the straw-dust-women, to the old man with a swan's arm who tends the back stairs, to the three children of the autopsy, to the painters and the scriveners and the walls.
-A week in Dream's life, from The Kindly Ones
It's obligatory song time!
Mushihimesama - The One Who Is Always In The Forest
Moon said it sounds like it would be appropriate cross between Grenade Man's and Search Man's stages.
JUMP JUMP SLIDE SLIDE.
Eh, just go a few entries back and get that Beavers episode with a mime being flushed down the toilet into BUH BUH BUH... THE GREAT UNKNOOOOWN, assuming you haven't, and due to the lack of comments on it, you haven't.
