My take on a Eldritch Warlock was a research assistant who got infected / merged with her patron.
[ID: a poem titled “VIII (eight). That’s epic” It reads:
There is a city beneath the city beneath the city
beneath the floodplain. Forget about it. A city
is at the back of the city at the back of the city.
Ignore it. Ignore the scripts in which mathematics
and astronomy were first written. Ignore the scripts
incised in rock, the scripts inscribed in landscape.
O Muse, make the poet move on. Memory is no good
to triumphant civilizations.
O Muse, your poet is blind, saying life has a sheen.
O Muse, your poet’s a hostage, saying land has a meaning.
Nobody likes a try-hard, a lacemaker working
with a vascular surgeon to join delicate gaps.
Put memory in the service of intention
to keep the story shining, like tears shed over onionskin,
or the cheering faces of the well-fed family watching
screensful of migrants plummeting or washed up
at a border, from a wall. The camera admires
guards, themselves descended from migrants.
The shining colours of weaponry,
made manifest by taxes, drops death
on more children shining and their many lovely languages
as if they were done for from the get-go, like paper brochures
in a digital age. Forget about it.
Keep going. A story has the tricks of appetite.
End ID.]
RIZ ACE MOMENTS
great lou moments tonight already:
- a clump? that’s the best d&d formation
- you’re crushing me in a hand, you can’t be DOING BITS right now
- this whole battle is NARC ENERGY
In the tags put whether ur an ibuprofen (aka Motrin) person or an acetaminophen (aka Tylenol) kinda person
GOD AYDA
damn severance is a show? i was hoping it was just a movie lmao i was enjoying the vibes but if it’s a whole show there’s no way i’m gonna watch it








