Ik heb twee darmbacteriën met strepen en sterren op hun schouders, ik schreef al eerder over deze twee.
Ze heten captain Kirk en Dr.Spock en samen zitten ze aan de knoppen. Eigenlijk zijn het geen echte knoppen maar joysticks, maar laten we niet te veel op details letten.
Kirk en Spock sturen mijn lichaam. Ze sturen me nu in de richting van sprits. Mijn lichaam heeft een enorme zin in sprits. Roombotersprits.
Het ligt niet aan mij hoor, echt niet.
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#GothicAdvent Day 7:
The darkness grows longer by the day, the sunlight shrinks by the hour — we slip deeper into the fallow season by the moment. Listen closely my friends, hear the whispers of those melancholic old songs that still tickle the backs of our minds. In the deepest recesses they declare, “Beware, for The Nobody may pay you a visit. He comes on frosty nights from the Somewhen and depending on his whim he may whisper good or evil in your ear.”
Neither candle nor warmth will appease him,
Or so the old people sing,
A law unto himself is the call to the night,
He’s a fickle and complex thing.
The best we can do on nights like these,
Is to wish the sweetest of dreams,
Upon our loved ones and hope that he leaves,
Us out of his twilight schemes.
God bless and say your prayers b’fore sleep,
Kiss the cheeks and foreheads too,
And hope that the Nobody stays away tonight,
Just beg he’s not coming for you!
#Folkore #FolkHorror #Advent #Sprits #Yule #Yuletide #Poetry #Dark #GothicPoetry
Hapi
MFierst
Anthony Gladman
Stories and Folklore