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“What are you doing?”
“Counting ladybugs.”
“Why?”
“Divination.”
“Divination?”
“Yep.”
“Do you count them often?”
“Have to.”
“Why do you have to count them?”
“Stops the apocalypse.”
“Really?”
“Yep.”
“Well, what are the ladybugs telling you now?”
“Nothing.”
“Bad day for fortune-telling, then?”
“Is numbers, not bugs.”
“I don’t understand.”
“They never do."
“Counting ladybugs.”
“Why?”
“Divination.”
“Divination?”
“Yep.”
“Do you count them often?”
“Have to.”
“Why do you have to count them?”
“Stops the apocalypse.”
“Really?”
“Yep.”
“Well, what are the ladybugs telling you now?”
“Nothing.”
“Bad day for fortune-telling, then?”
“Is numbers, not bugs.”
“I don’t understand.”
“They never do."
Literature
Melancholy trees
An overwhelming torrent of emotions flooded my mind.
Indescribable events turn happiness into melancholy.
A bed of roses for you, ascending to the land of the deity's, the human cage no longer bounds your soul.
Memories proceed you, one truly inspired because of you, is myself. Ways you showed, the old tools of the trade, intellect and brain.
The bound may exist for the body, but never exists for memories or souls, for they are but the souls possession alone.
Eternal slumber greets you with a welcome smile, and the promise of peace.
Literature
Neverland
I always used to think she was fine,
happy as can be.
Until one day, on a hill under a tree
she said to me
"Do you believe in other worlds?
Far beyond the stars?"
I told her that I didn't know,
a world other than ours.
She bit her lip and nodded,
stood up right there and left me.
I thought that she was fine,
until they found her hanging from that tree.
A note was pinned beside her
for all of us to see.
"I'll see you all in Neverland,
my world beyond the stars."
I thought that she was fine
until I felt myself fading away.
I thought that she was fine
until I learned that girl is me.
Literature
Ensayo
¿Quién le enseña a la gente que no sabe querer, a querer?
No sé si es que el ser humano trae consigo al nacer esta extraordinaria virtud –la de querer-, y los que no sabemos, y nunca aprendemos, somos la mancha que eclipsa el normal funcionamiento de la sociedad; o si es una habilidad aprendida que simplemente no hemos logrado dominar con el paso del tiempo como el resto de nosotros. En verdad no sé, pero tampoco me interesa mucho que se me sea confirmado que estoy en lo correcto; es suficiente desasosiego con la suposición de ser un error, no creo poder con la certeza de ser uno.
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an experimental dialogue as a submission to [link] under the theme of "superstitions."
a conversation between the sane and the crafty.
comments and suggestions are, as always, greatly appreciated.
a conversation between the sane and the crafty.
comments and suggestions are, as always, greatly appreciated.
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“Is numbers, not bugs.”
kind of confuses me.
O.o is so good. All hail apocalypse-stopping ladybugs!
kind of confuses me.
O.o is so good. All hail apocalypse-stopping ladybugs!