"Officer"
@danceofthedead.bsky.social
LIKE MOTHS THAT FLY INTO THE FLAME, IT ALWAYS ENDS UP SO.
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"Officer"
@danceofthedead.bsky.social
· Dec 24
When the sun goes down,
The armies of the voiceless,
Several hundred thousand strong...
Come in without their bandages,
Their voices raised in song.
The armies of the voiceless,
Several hundred thousand strong...
Come in without their bandages,
Their voices raised in song.
;; it takes like up to 2 minutes for twitter pages to load for me now
February 1, 2025 at 3:16 AM
;; it takes like up to 2 minutes for twitter pages to load for me now
I took it myself. I don't plan on letting it go.
[ You give a thin, reedy smile. You look older than you are, you're pretty sure, but you hope some kind of youth lives in the tepid green of your irises. You pat away the name back into your coat, tap the cigarette once and like that it goes out. ]
[ You give a thin, reedy smile. You look older than you are, you're pretty sure, but you hope some kind of youth lives in the tepid green of your irises. You pat away the name back into your coat, tap the cigarette once and like that it goes out. ]
... Oh - a lovely name, indeed.
Take care of it, won't you?
Take care of it, won't you?
December 30, 2024 at 2:54 PM
I took it myself. I don't plan on letting it go.
[ You give a thin, reedy smile. You look older than you are, you're pretty sure, but you hope some kind of youth lives in the tepid green of your irises. You pat away the name back into your coat, tap the cigarette once and like that it goes out. ]
[ You give a thin, reedy smile. You look older than you are, you're pretty sure, but you hope some kind of youth lives in the tepid green of your irises. You pat away the name back into your coat, tap the cigarette once and like that it goes out. ]
[ Okay, enough with the frippery. You lean back, your elbows on the balcony railing. Something like a cityscape is behind you, but the skyline is clogged by a vast churning machine. Gears and levers, shaking pipes. In fact, even beneath your feet there is still that subtle... ]
[ But that’s enough internal musing. This woman is likely wanting to know what to call this bloom, which has no place here —… ]
Similarly, you may not have my name. But I will tell you, as it can be freely known.
I am Gladiolus, the sword lily.
Similarly, you may not have my name. But I will tell you, as it can be freely known.
I am Gladiolus, the sword lily.
December 27, 2024 at 9:02 PM
[ Okay, enough with the frippery. You lean back, your elbows on the balcony railing. Something like a cityscape is behind you, but the skyline is clogged by a vast churning machine. Gears and levers, shaking pipes. In fact, even beneath your feet there is still that subtle... ]
[ Ambition. Pretty, pretty. ]
Well, nothing like it used to be.
[ Your words are about two things at once. Plague-fumes, then the dye-rot, the butcher's offal. The city runs on the ugly. It's the part where tendon attaches to bone. ]
Well, nothing like it used to be.
[ Your words are about two things at once. Plague-fumes, then the dye-rot, the butcher's offal. The city runs on the ugly. It's the part where tendon attaches to bone. ]
… indeed, the air is acrid — and I am no stranger to a cigarette’s kiss.
It matters quite little, stranger.
It matters quite little, stranger.
December 27, 2024 at 2:24 AM
[ Ambition. Pretty, pretty. ]
Well, nothing like it used to be.
[ Your words are about two things at once. Plague-fumes, then the dye-rot, the butcher's offal. The city runs on the ugly. It's the part where tendon attaches to bone. ]
Well, nothing like it used to be.
[ Your words are about two things at once. Plague-fumes, then the dye-rot, the butcher's offal. The city runs on the ugly. It's the part where tendon attaches to bone. ]
[ Breathe in the air, that's some odd shit. It would go a great way for your personal integrity for you to not recognize it, but faery stinks. ]
Sure.
[ This isn't the usual haunt of that kind of creature. Huh. ]
Sure.
[ This isn't the usual haunt of that kind of creature. Huh. ]
[ she’s learned to be kinder to this body. she takes breaks when appropriate. it’s saved her much grief. ]
I shall take leave, after a while.
I shall take leave, after a while.
December 25, 2024 at 1:57 PM
[ Breathe in the air, that's some odd shit. It would go a great way for your personal integrity for you to not recognize it, but faery stinks. ]
Sure.
[ This isn't the usual haunt of that kind of creature. Huh. ]
Sure.
[ This isn't the usual haunt of that kind of creature. Huh. ]
I. The First Hour (Or, our Muse)
December 24, 2024 at 5:34 AM
I. The First Hour (Or, our Muse)
;; wait i fucked up the capitalization on the parentheses. death by a thousand swords
December 24, 2024 at 5:32 AM
;; wait i fucked up the capitalization on the parentheses. death by a thousand swords
III. Exercise in Futility (Or, your Warnings)
December 24, 2024 at 5:30 AM
III. Exercise in Futility (Or, your Warnings)
0. Connecting Fibers (Threads)
December 24, 2024 at 5:12 AM
0. Connecting Fibers (Threads)
II. That Long Hand Above (Or, the Writer)
December 24, 2024 at 5:10 AM
II. That Long Hand Above (Or, the Writer)
When the sun goes down,
The armies of the voiceless,
Several hundred thousand strong...
Come in without their bandages,
Their voices raised in song.
The armies of the voiceless,
Several hundred thousand strong...
Come in without their bandages,
Their voices raised in song.
December 24, 2024 at 4:45 AM
When the sun goes down,
The armies of the voiceless,
Several hundred thousand strong...
Come in without their bandages,
Their voices raised in song.
The armies of the voiceless,
Several hundred thousand strong...
Come in without their bandages,
Their voices raised in song.
;; ok. thats enough for tonight
December 23, 2024 at 6:45 AM
;; ok. thats enough for tonight