Should-break-such-shades from
Hells-have made, follows-that-fates
demand turn-in-trade.
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– achrilock
achrilock
It’s kind of like when you’re a little kid, at some big family thing, sun shining, everybody seemingly happy in their respective roles and you’re feeling that stability that only innocence and wonder can provide, until it doesn’t.
And then the ugliness happens. You see that first fight between paragons, between your gods. I’m not talking about the arguments they show on television here in the states, somebody sleeping with someone or somebody’s illegitimate kid. That first time you see some powerful figure put their hands on somebody weaker, that first time you see blood spilled over nothing, when the rot finally appears in the daylight, and you realize, for the first time, that the only adult in the room is you, and that the only person who can save you is you, because the rest of them are tearing at their own madness and destroying each other and a dynasty in the process. You realize that they will take the future from you, from everyone, to save themselves from facing their own weakness and cruelty.
That’s the lesson, here. Not all of you know what I’m talking about, but some of you do. The ones who are still sane. The strong ones. The ones who cling to goodness after looking into the abyss. The ones without perfect families.
Anyway, completely figurative and totally not at all speaking from experience.
You know what my one comfort is, though, in all this? I mean, about the current political situation. Whatever way this goes, whether we all come to our senses and collectively decide to face some hard truths together, or, whether we return to the capital-fed cloak-and-dagger of the twentieth and early twenty first centuries… None of these motherfuckers who participated in this evil will ever know a day of peace again. Not one. Not really. Even if they move to a farm in the middle of COVID-fuck-Dakota and milk grass for the rest of their miserable lives, they’ll be watched. Every word they speak will be heard and cataloged. Every person they’ve ever known, or ever know, will be listed. Every time they get up in the middle of the night to take a piss, somebody, somewhere, will be making a note.
If that was me, I’d probably resolve myself to a quiet life, because if such as these ever step out of line again in order to take what is not theirs from others, there’s a lot of eyes out there waiting to read where the story goes next, feel me?
after-luminous-lost
The dead-died endeavored-against-entropic dread,
those giving while living-now-labor in their stead.
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– achrilock