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Author Topic: Long Awaited Dance by Ave Rose  (Read 975 times)
Rogue Ætherlord
Canada Canada

Student in Techno-Shamanism and Lyncanthrope

« on: February 16, 2019, 03:47:25 am »

Most Prettiest Music Box EVER !!!!!

The word pagan came from paganus , who mean peasant . Its was a way to significate than christianism was the religion of the elite and paganism the one of the savage worker class.

''Trickster shows us how we trick OURSELVES. Her rampant curiosity backfires, but, then, something NEW is discovered (though usually not what She expected)! This is where creativity comes from—experiment, do something different, maybe even something forbidden, and voila! A breakthrough occurs! Ha! Ha! We are released! The world is created anew! Do something backwards, break your own traditions, the barrier breaks; destroy the world as you know it, let the new in.''
Extract of the Dreamflesh article ''Path of The Sacred Clown''
Prof. Postrophe
United States United States

« Reply #1 on: February 27, 2019, 07:31:13 am »

Ah, the delightful Miss Ave Rose, who has found so many ways to astound us...

*Mechanical and electro-magnetic noises in the background, rising...*
"...However, one must keep in mind that eternal caveat of the engineering sciences..."
*sound of metal bending, then bursting glass and arcing discharge, followed by general crashing tumult...
...which finally ends with the sound of a magneto-dynamo sputtering to silence..*

"...'To The Limits Of The Device.'.."
Rose Inverness
Snr. Officer
United States United States

Communing with the Over-soul via you.

« Reply #2 on: February 28, 2019, 02:03:51 am »

The story is sweet.

That delicate forest flower,   
With scented breath and look so like a smile,   
Seems, as it issues from the shapeless mould,   
An emanation of the indwelling Life,   
A visible token of the upholding Love,   
That are the soul of this great universe.

~William Cullen Bryant

Trains to Steamtown, this way...
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