a dark winged man standing on the top of a mountain where a powerful tsunami is approaching.
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an owl in a wedding dress and an antique hat.
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Voyelles, Arthur Rimbaud, 1871
https://fr.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fichier:Voyelles,_by_Arthur_Rimbaud_keh_128kb.mp3
il n'est pas possible d'entendre...
Voyelles (sonnet)
poème d'Arthur Rimbaud
A noir, E blanc, I rouge, U vert, O bleu, voyelles,
Je dirai quelque jour vos naissances latentes.
A, noir corset velu des mouches éclatantes
Qui bombillent autour des puanteurs cruelles,
Golfe d’ombre ; E, candeur des vapeurs et des tentes,
Lance des glaciers fiers, rois blancs, frissons d’ombelles
I, pourpres, sang craché, rire des lèvres belles
Dans la colère ou les ivresses pénitentes ;
U, cycles, vibrements divins des mers virides,
Paix des pâtis semés d’animaux, paix des rides
Que l’alchimie imprime aux grands fronts studieux ;
O, suprême Clairon plein des strideurs étranges,
Silences traversés des Mondes et des Anges :
— O l’Oméga, rayon violet de Ses Yeux !
Voyelles, Arthur Rimbaud, 1871
https://fr.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fichier:Voyelles,_by_Arthur_Rimbaud_keh_128kb.mp3
two witches, all dark, half good and half evil, stirring a cauldron with a magic potion to offer to the solar storm.
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She could not rise. But there she lay content. The scent of the bog myrtle and the meadow-sweet was in her nostrils. The rooks' hoarse laughter was in her ears. "I have found my mate," she murmured. "It is the moor. I am nature's bride," she whispered, giving herself in rapture to the cold embraces of the grass as she lay folded in her cloak in the hollow by the pool. "Here I will lie. (A feather fell upon her brow.) I have found a greener laurel than the bay. My forehead will be cool always. These are wild birds' feathers - the owls, the nightjars. I shall dream wild dreams. My hands shall wear no wedding ring," she continued, slipping it from her finger. "The roots shall twine about them. Ah!" she sighed, pressing her head luxuriously on its spongy pillow, "I have sought happiness through many ages and not found it; fame and missed it' love and not known it; life - and behold, death is better. I have known many men and many women," she continued; "none have I understood. It is better that I should lie at peace here with only the sky above me - as the gipsy told me years ago.
Virginia Woolf, Orlando
I am a very shy person.
but despite that, I see that taking a genuine interest in people, reposting their stuff, answering their questions, and socializing in general is working for me.
an owl with flames of celestial fire coming out of its head.
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the skull of a decomposing pagan animal from which plants and flowers grow.
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thank you! ⚡
an eagle with giant ears.
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