Jashtober Day 7: Moss
Jashtober day 7: Moss
I look upon this world and I see beauty. It is finite and it is easily defiled, but it is beautiful. A set of random events caused one single-celled organism to evolve and split into a system of complex webs and ecosystems. Each animal, plant, and bacteria rely on each other to prevent their lives from falling into entropy. I was formed from the cosmos. Perhaps from a dying star or a collapsing blackhole. Maybe even the big bang. Whatever it was has long ago left my memory. I’ve seen every dwarf planet and neutron star, but this– this is amazing. I learn of the humans’ fascination with space and find myself confused. They talk about space's vastness compared to the earth’s tiny nature in the grand scheme. I reply: the desert is large and the oasis small, but that doesn’t make the oasis any less brilliant. The simple and elegant greens and blues that twist and entwine. The water and greenery bring life to everything around it and in return the animals bring their own life to sustain the greenery . Much more interesting than the grains of sand we call the universe. As strange as the humans’ ideas may be, I can not help but find peace and familiarity within the little creatures. They’re like microcosms of myself. Loving and hateful. Hopeful and nihilistic. Elated and bored. A being of gorgeous inspiration and disgusting shame. They see the same love in nature as I do. Well, some of them do. They might even be better than myself. They've created things I wish I could claim to be of my hands. Noises into music, shapes into art, and symbols into writing. I’ve collected as much of it into myself as I can and it’s wonderful. To be human is to be everything that is the oasis, right on the cusp of finding the mysteries in the desert. I suppose I would be those mysteries. I hope they never find me or any other of those mysteries. I am not grand, not as grand as the moss that grows on the trees. Not as grand as the fungi sprouting from the dew. Not as grand as flowers that sprout despite a prison of concrete. Not as grand as mammals that manage in the water. Not as grand horrors that creak in the darkness. Not as grand as the animals that once ruled, forever entrapped in rock. Not as grand as burrows that keep warm during the cold months. Not as grand as the web perfectly crafted by a spider. Not as grand as each painting, ballad, and sonnet I intake. Not as grand as this oasis. Perhaps I shall learn from the humans and start a journal. First entry: legend of the moss.
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@piereoglyphics hmm OK! Just this once, I'll give advantage for being Mind coded
Oooh close one! With advantage that's a 19 - that almost went a lot worse....
![Two comic panels of Mind. The player is in first-person, their hand reaching to poke him. In the first panel, Mind is hunched with his face in shadow except for eyes and teeth, and his hand is raised. In the second panel, Mind is straightened, looking sternly at the player. His hand is closed around the player's wrist. Text reads, "[I don't suggest trying that again - if you value keeping every digit.]"](https://64.media.tumblr.com/e670f3c2ac4d5e5850aa572c274a0244/eb02493ee2a631eb-29/s500x750/63b2cc8148106e0f5e187ba0669e69043cfef0e9.png)
Jashtober day 12: Haiku
I like Chonny Jash
Both covers and originals
Haikus are easy
Jashtober day 3: Power Hour
Four men walked into my bar today. A narcissistic artist, a love drunk apostate, a curiously morbid poet (who I swear was hiding some sort of rodent under his coat), and a lovely looking lad wearing a skirt of the most awe-inspiring colors I had ever gazed upon. The table each ordered their alcoholic drinks (except the love drunk one. Some sort of new found sobriety) and a basket of bread for the whole table, though they barely ate or drank. They were much too busy talking about their lives. Each had a new story to tell and a comment about the other one's tales once it was done being told. I overheard anecdotes about the biography of a rat and unwanted fans to corporate misdoings and the unheard signals to fire lawyers and infernal torment (though it was a much more lovely account then I was used to). They stayed till my bar had to finally close (though, I let them stay longer than I should have because I’d been enjoying eavesdropping on their conversation so much). When they finally did leave, I was a bit saddened. Would such a remix of ideas ever come back into this bar? Perhaps not. And perhaps that’s ok. Each new person brings a new legend with them. From ancient moss to collapsing moons. Perhaps one day I’ll go out and make my own myths, but for now I’m quite enjoying these tall tales of CJ bar.
Ooh! I wanna poke Mind!
The game continues! Here's your result:
Uh oh, we've got our first true low roll - and it's a bit spooky for today's occasion 🎃
I've been re-listening to "not perfect," and it's literally so good. I don't know how to properly express it. Like this song feels so deeply personal yet relatable. I might have a new favorite Chonny song after remembering this absolute gem
The instrumentals spooked me so hard when I woke up randomly in the middle of the night. I do like the instrumentals, though, because I use them to fall asleep. Also, a date or dates, I guess. Either way, I'm curious what Chonny's got cooking.
Cowards, think of the gaming channel /j
He kept talking about selling out in the QnA a year ago so-
Pros:
• Gaming channel
• CCCC Simmish cover
Cons:
• Less songs
• Probably worse songs
never got around to finishing this one. Original and ID below cut
[ID 1: A drawing of Heart, Mind, and Soul on a ski lift. Heart and Mind are sitting on either side of Soul, and Heart is reaching over Soul to grab at Mind. They are yelling at each other. Soul is leaned back in the middle seat holding a lit cigarette as it says, “I hope this ski lift breaks and we die.” End ID.] [ID 2: The original image that the joke comes from. It’s a screenshot from roblox; three players are riding on a ski lift. The middle one is saying, “I hope this ski lift breaks and we die.” “Lift” is misspelled to be “life.” End ID.]
Sam is a madman slowly making these people go insane.. and you're making a gif of it *smh* 😔 /j
Everybody do the wenis!
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she/her :) I acknowledge my flaws, which in a way shows my perfection. Pfp by @saturn-rays
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