A Murmur / Like Milk Was The Flower

Chaïm Soutine, Flayed Rabbit (Le Lapin écorché), c. 1921

Oil on canvas, 73 x 60 cm

eye of the storm !!!:DD

no wait raining again+___+

i did not know others knew of this

god’s child aka mom on the net

Doll collection. Health lessons. 1887.

Internet Archive

i just keep thinking about them !! look at my little furby collection, isnt it something ?

fun fact i had a jester once but, its definitely been missing for some time now. it had the energy of a bowl someone had hidden behind a hello kitty alarm clock for some random teen to find and take home from a michaels craft store. and before leaving it there to be found, theyd gotten it from their dead grandmas estate and brought it into the woods to do a ritual séance and dance naked in the dark woods in a circle of fire with the bowl for a few hours to summon a spirit into it. and then painted a hello kity on it in the center for some random teen to find and then bring home with them. and then the teen was told to bring a bowl to soak their rice in and clean it, so they did soak the rice but then the rice possessed the spirits energy. and when the people ate it they became possessed themselves and collectedly evil. red eyes and all. thats the type of energy that furby had. that was its aura. that was the entire vision displayed to you. and i think it had a curse or something cause something was definitely very wrong with it. its energy was awful and everytime i held it, it would stare through me and make mechanical sounds and thats it. it didnt have batteries in it or anything. it was like not real, like not in this reality. like working in another and not supposed to be in this one. i actually have only one surviving photo of it as well.

this photo however is very old, 4 collective years in fact, and not one id origionally taken. but was right next to the person who did. and this was back when the middle school anime club at the community library was open. never opened again after that, closed since then for maintenance:(( oh well, but anyway its actually kind of funny because all of these furbies in the photo are deceased. they are no longer in my present. in fact i havent seen any of these in years. and yes they were all mine, i used to only have those furbys actually, until these new ones in the photos at the very top made themselves known to me. now theyve taken the places of the ones in the anime club meeting photo. thats kind of interesting now that i think about it actually. maybe its the way the social circle works or something. regardless, my jester, where ever his where abouts are, are also unknown. as he was the last to dissapear of the collective. perhaps i will find myself another. one without that such a menacing energy as the endless entrails of the fake hello kitty spirit bowl. but i will tell you, i miss those anime club meetings. its been a long time.

three more wizards based on different forms of divination! these ones are based on tasseomancy (tea leaves), capnomancy (smoke), and prophetic dreams

(part one)

today the strangest thing happened. id been making kandi all day, a long awaited task turned furthermore into a burden as the days dragged on and continued to the sooner end of the summer season. when id found myself soaked in the silk of a conundrum. i needed hot glue because i lacked any type of punctuation mark for the ending to a bracelet i was making. however i had no such exclamation mark. so i had made one of an upside down i, however i needed to glue it to my other letter for this to work. yet no luck, the glue was missing. obviously bewildered by this, i searched and asked around finally leading back to the layer by which my brother bodes his domain. it quickly escalated and got out of hand, as his response to my questioning was that to assume my inquiry implied that of theivery. it did not but he knows not with his young age to listen. so alas i was thrown out to look elsewhere. my parents had gone so i took to it with the free space from the car having vacated the area where the storage bins lay. and i got to work opening and looking into them. i knew of two hot glue vestiges in my home. two documented ones at least, as they both routinely go missing and reappear at random, i knew better than to not take the time to look inside the office storage bins in particular. and as i dug through my first box in particular, i found photos of myself from deep in my very first term growing period to my most recent. i, being the first born was always the most heavily documented on, of my sibling collective. which is fine so to speak as i have proper proof for my experiences and that of my life previously to my most recent years. however i had come upon a pooled amount of dvds at the bottom, after i had divvied out some pictures of myself for the taking to add to my childhood shoebox. many familial events and activities, holidays, school photos, my parents wedding, stuff like that. however there was a dvd entitled “((my name)) photos” i was confused about the title so i set it in the pile with the other things i was certain id never find and left shortly after to make my departure. however when id put the disc into my tv after id arrived in my room. itd made many strange noises. then inexplicably brought me to a picture of a snowy mountain, in what looked to be a tundra climate. i stared at the photo for awhile just pondering the whole thing, before i realised it was a sort of slideshow. i pressed the remote for the next slide and took note that all of the slides were more or less the same thing. the disc being full of pictures of the dreary antarctic. where images of snowy mountains and clusters of strange looking penguin hold themselves a collective. though it continued endlessly, of eerie near perfect looking snowy mountains, surrounded by water and such. the photographer perhaps on a boat. i found it went on forever, me skipping through them for a solid half hour maybe, before i was called to do some chores. id been gone for a long time too, about midnight, as is the curse of leaving my room and stalling my way back to the connecting hallways, always somehow leading back to my door. i got right back to skipping through the slideshow. and the photos did not change, and there was no option to go backward. i took a short video of what i was seeing, to try to picture it better in explanation. but its really short as my phone stopped itself from recording not even 20 seconds in because of low storage-__-

im not very sure what to make of this, what association i am supposed to draw from a cd with my name on it, implying photos of me through its titling. and what the frequent photos of the antarctic imply to me as a person. this is quite the query, is it not? im afraid to take it out of my dvd player as i do not want to lose my place in the sequence of images i have found myself lost in. many of these photos beyond uncanny in a way i cannot pinpoint. perhaps it is the entailment of isolation making me feel this way. as i find myself anxious thinking of the endless artic tundra and pointlessness provided to me in such an environment, leading me to an endless feild of water, all surrounding to my periphery. a true nightmare to be lost to the ice and water beholdent in these photos. how i long to be away from it and yet i am viewing it from beyond that of a distance. i wonder what this is reflective of if not my own fear, is it true that our fears are what make us ourselves? i wonder where i heard that from. maybe in the future, i am these photos. maybe im the one taking them. or maybe these photos are just meant to represent me as an individual being. like finn from adventure time representing a sword when not trapped to that of a flesh corporeal form. regardless, perhaps these images were placed here for me to find when id come the age of understanding. i will ponder this more frequently as it has happened now a time ago, since id started writing this. yesterday to be exact. and i am still unsure if i even want to keep looking through the slideshow, as im not sure if it will ever end and time has not been very generous to me as of late. we will see. for now it is a mystery i will continue to write about.

continuation to this post

First person camera mode is has been added to Murder House. Happy Halloween!

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