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RE: Octet of skittering in these old halls
I feel positively SOAKED in the energy that seeps from this orgy of metre and timbre and image. Three times now I have read it, and had to stop, and read parts of it aloud to my Thai garden and the sparrows nesting up high in the eaves.
*"...the archipelago of eyes on the spidery forehead saw the damaged walls spazzing and shifting in and out of the temple.."
The musician in me want to say this is a jazz composition, meant for dark corners, neat whiskey and a warm, sticky night.
Enjoyed, savoured, inspired. Gratitude from Chiang Mai in Northern Thailand, where we find all too many tourist-trash novels and the internet is our salvation.
UwU ~ Thanks for reading and thanks for the compliments!!!!
I very much love tapping and utilizing the unconscious elements of writing, especially as a Jester wishing to struggle against the "short-attention-span" condition found on online spaces. But that sounds adorable yet equally beautiful you've done that as well~
One of the many lines I had fun creating
Well isn't that what usual gaming sessions are nowadays!~ :D :D :D :D
Appreciated. My gratitudes from the USA here as a Polish Slav, where we equally have many trash novels - in general - and the Internet is the place I want to see the people's voice free from publishing companies.