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She has no prophesy

Her hair’s the colour of dirt, not fire.


Attention-shunning attention-seeker

When even your intentions are make-believe, maybe it’s time for a rebranding.

The whole thing is the montage. Intermission

Of course she uses a spear. Of course – what else would she use? What else, but something that lets her remain on her moral pedestal, yet reduces flesh to carnage just the same as any other? What else, but an impersonal face-to-face? It’s beautiful. She’s made something poetic out weapon choices. Who else? Who else, but her?

The whole thing is the montage. Part 2: montage intro

Her body cascades down the cliff, and she’s bathed in the afterglow of the twilight sky. The wind pinches her cheeks. The figures and forms that she observed from above are alien now, shifting with her ever-changing perspective. She fidgets with the zippers and buttons on her jacket, closing any opened pockets and patting down […]

The whole thing is the montage. Part 1: the pre-montage

She perches herself on the cliff top, feet teasing the edge of a finite oblivion.

It isn’t right to be embarrassed about something that you like

Alright, one exception. Nothing that hurts anybody else.


The “hng” is one of the most complicated and enigmatic expressions of today. It is a short, but powerful expression. It can convey anger, disappointment, excitement, and constipation.

The grunt: the most underrated sound in the 21st century.