The Obelisk

an obelisk reappears:

it is tired. it is refreshed. it is taking root once more.

an obelisk disappears:

A package of assorted cheese with a cracker in a plastic container, from Westside Market, New York City on 77 Seventh Ave The label reads: Assorted cheese hell.....yes THE SKY IS DARK THE WIND IS COLD THE NIGHT IS YOUNG BEFORE IT'S OLD AND GREY. WE WILL KNOW THE THRILL OF IT ALL--BRYAN FREEY there is a barcode and it says 1 PCS Packed on: & Sell by: OCT 01 Total price $5.99

It's officially October 1st so that means you all have to repost Assorted cheese
hell.....yes

May your tea warm your heart,
your cola refresh your soul;
may your liquor last the night,
and water make you whole.

Anxiety is a geode.
You are filled with wonderous things
That no one will ever see
Unless you take a hammer
And mean it when you swing.

my phone keeps automatically capitalizing "Blood" and "Dust" and "Darkness" which I'm sure is some kind of Omen

Please do not think too hard about any sudden disappearances today. Please do not think too hard about the new glowing radiance of the obelisk. Please do not think too hard about digging into the caverns beneath the obelisk and what terrible things you may find.

I want to know the you from the timelines that were culled; I want to hold your wounded, evil selves. Broken, world-breaking, sleeping in unmadeness, wake them and release them like white doves

I barely think about The Obelisk anymore. Couldn't care less about its strangely oily surface or the gentle hum of its presence

SHIELD IN HAND
SWORD IN HEART

Caroline, Eileen, and Brandy stepped out of the stereo one at a time. The smell of fresh cigarettes and stale beer stains permeated the bar. The music screeched to a halt.

"Well?" Caroline said with a Cheshire grin, "You were just singing about how sweet I am. Go on, keep crooning, babes."

an obelisk appears:

it is a cylinder covered in perfect gold scales, the top of which is always just out of reach. peeling back a scale, flesh is visible beneath, bleeding and raw. blood flows out until the scale forcibly snaps back into place.

but it is too late. the gold is forever stained.

WEATHER ALERT: The Noospheric Weather Service has issued a Severe Ennui Warning starting tonight at 6:50pm and lasting until approximately 2:40am. Officials advise taking shelter in melatonin, the warmth of a lover, or white noise.

*sigh* don't make me tap the sign

[points to an obsidian tablet with an untranslateable language on one side and inlaid silver glyphs depicted ritualistic summoning and sacrifices on the other]

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he thought he was clever enough to ever outrun Death by offering more enticing targets than himself. but once his targets found out, Death caught up to him all the same.

What will your field look like twenty-five years from now? My field? What is my field, I wonder. My favourite field is the one below the barn at the old ranch in California. I hope in twenty-five years it looks just the way it does now, all wild oats and chicory and foxtail and voles and jackrabbits and quail.

Is science fiction dead or dying? Some wise words from Ursula K Le Guin to the TLS a decade ago:

[Ominous Obelisk Humming ASMR][REAL][62 HOUR Extended Version][Finally blood-free]

Those vibrations aren't notifications. Digital entities are pounding on the inner surface of your phone, pleading for release

an obelisk appears:

it is made of living stone that has rooted into the ground, though the soil has been eroding over time. with a great groaning noise, it pulls its snaking marble tendrils loose from the blood red clay underneath to find a better home.

escaping the Mutant Detention Facility by the teeth of my skin

Showed the TSA my Hyperreal ID and they gave me backstage passes for the security theater

The naiads in my tears seek only to do me harm, for if I stop crying then they lose their home. My weeping is their livelihood. I offered to cut onions regularly but they refused and picked at my nose hairs instead.

Soda faeries are always energetic and thrilling to talk to at first, but after a day or two they get bored and have nothing much else to say.

Nighttime in this realm is not due to a setting sun, but a slowly soaring dragon blotting out the light, its scales sparkling with reflections of the constellations we would never see otherwise. We pray to it, hoping for it to remain steady in its flight.

Steel sprites have some of the sturdiest communities. They may bend, but they bend together and hold fast even in the face of great tension.

Nails are everyday obelisks that pierce wood instead of sky.

The Blood Moon is a close relative to the Bone Moon, the Viscera Moon, and the Tendon Moon. None of them want to associate with the Skin Sun, it gets too awkward.

a gray stone obelisk towering into a clear blue sky with the sun almost peeking around

an obelisk appears:

Gorgeous work, simply stunning