Morpho

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If you don’t want to learn, I know better than to teach you. romcomoftherose@protonmail.com

A tweet of mine in response to another poster. It reads: “Stay strong, friend. The rarer action is in virtue than in vengeance. We must hold tight to each other. I am sorry that pain has taken so much of your joy. It will not always be thus.”
@songs_enjoyer holding a Red Bull.
I’m not gonna lie, you’re gonna need someone else to describe this image.
A screenshot of the Bluesky app for iPad. The timeline (or skyline) fills less than a third of the screen. It is incredibly inconvenient to look at.
You've been reborn as a city! Your type of city: Night City Traits: mysterious, nocturnal, badass, kinda scary Population: medium No one better mess with you. If they do, they'll regret it. You're a total badass who doesn't take any sh*t, so of course you'd be reincarnated into a city that's wrapped in eternal night. Your city is occupied by any number of strange, eldritch creatures, and it never sees the light of day. But who needs daylight when you do best shrouded in shadow?
The start screen of Brad Borne’s “The Fancy Pants Adventure: World 2”
A scene from 2021 FPS-RPG Northern Journey. A rickety wooden bridge stretches across a stream of gray-blue water to a mass of grassy rocks. The sky is overcast. The graphics are low-poly, and the atmosphere is of quiet dread and acute mystery.
Song: Butterfly Morning Dream Artist: Forsaken Autumn
“Hey beautiful”
The cast of 1999 JRPG Chrono Cross. Jesus Christ there are so many characters in this game no wonder I never finished it (also my PS3 died, RIP PS3, u were a real 1 fr fr). Still one of my favorite games
Caption: “Protect my eyes from this world.” Image: An elderly woman wearing a pair of glasses, the lenses of which are condoms. Furthermore, her lips are pursed in such manner as to suggest an attitude of “mmm… naw way fam.”
A piece of promotional art depicting the main characters of 2010 JRPG Xenoblade Chronicles. The cast stands on the precipice of a verdant cliff, and they gaze at the cloud-shrouded silhouette of an ancient robot in the far distance. Cyan sky, green flora, and gray machinery define the atmosphere. The scene is electric with the melancholy of a dead world overgrown with life.
“Psalm” by Marilyn Nelson So many cars have driven past me without a head-on collision. I started counting them today: there were a hundred and nine on the way to the grocery, a hundred and two on the way back home. I got my license when I was seventeen. I've driven across country at least twelve times; I even drive late Saturday nights. I shall not want.
The album “Sigils” by Dr. Quandary.
“The Neptunes” from Jabberjaw
Album, UGLY DEATH NO REDEMPTION ANGEL CURSE I LOVE YOU; artist, Ada Rook.
A close up of an hoorily agéd Squidward from that SpongeBob episode when the Krusty Karan crew go on strike (solidarity 4eva). Liz Ryerson if you’re reading this please hang in there I know your life is hard but you’ve got so much to give to the world I still listen to your episode on Nina Nastasia because it helps me understand why humans bother with music.
A closeup of two figures in the cover for Death’s Dynamic Shrouds 2021 album “Faith in Persona.” One figure is a skeleton, the other a white-haired faceless humanoid reminiscent of one of Giorgio de Chirico’s automata. The former embraces the latter with a fleshless face suggestive of understated sadism. The are loved and beloved, death being the lover. The beloved’s belly swells. Perhaps she is pregnant. Perhaps the child is death’s. Maybe the baby will have the father’s nose.
Death, be not proud, though some have called thee Mighty and dreadful, for thou are not so; For those whom thou think'st thou dost overthrow Die not, poor Death, nor yet canst thou kill me. From rest and sleep, which but thy pictures be, Much pleasure; then from thee much more must flow, And soonest our best men with thee do go, Rest of their bones, and soul's delivery. Thou'art slave to fate, chance, kings, and desperate men, And dost with poison, war, and sickness dwell, And poppy'or charms can make us sleep as well And better than thy stroke; why swell'st thou then? One short sleep past, we wake eternally, And death shall be no more; Death, thou shalt die.
Tear in Abyss Death’s Dynamic Shroud So I don’t know why, but I wanna find out So I don’t know why, but I wanna find out So I don’t know why, but I wanna find out So I don’t know why, but I wanna find out So I don’t know why, but I wanna find out So I don’t know why, but I wanna find out
A graph of my ELO rating (a mathematical measure one’s accuracy at Chess) depicting a ninety point drop over a seven day period. Boys, I’m down bad. I need Therapy+.0 & that blunt the Buddha toked before he stepped into Nirvana. I need Jesus and Lexapro and the jones to pen my Moby Dick. I need to grow the fuck up and overthrow the US Government.