Thecrowqueenknowsthings-blog - I Know Things

I know the sky is blue

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𝖍.𝖕. 𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊𝖈𝖗𝖆𝖋𝖙🖤🐙

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a hill i WILL die on: books of translated poetry should always include the originals with the translation, EVEN if the langauge is a so-called obscure or non-western one and the target audience of the translations is assumed not to read it. the basic format of the poem even can change a lot with translation, and a sharp-eyed reader who doesn’t understand the original language can still notice patterns in the original 

Bestill Your Violent Heart.

Bestill your violent heart my love; calm your raging soul.

Forget your damaged past my dear and let me make you whole.

I'll quell your demons, embrace them even; your darkness I'm not leaving.

Bestill your violent heart, my love; Fall into my gentle arms.

Calm your raging soul my dear; I'll never do you harm.

-The Crow Queen

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Some words to use when writing things:

winking

clenching

pulsing

fluttering

contracting

twitching

sucking

quivering

pulsating

throbbing

beating

thumping

thudding

pounding

humming

palpitate

vibrate

grinding

crushing

hammering

lashing

knocking

driving

thrusting

pushing

force

injecting

filling

dilate

stretching

lingering

expanding

bouncing

reaming

elongate

enlarge

unfolding

yielding

sternly

firmly

tightly 

harshly

thoroughly

consistently

precision

accuracy

carefully

demanding

strictly

restriction

meticulously

scrupulously

rigorously

rim

edge

lip

circle

band

encircling

enclosing

surrounding

piercing

curl

lock

twist

coil

spiral

whorl

dip

wet

soak

madly

wildly

noisily

rowdily

rambunctiously

decadent

degenerate

immoral

indulgent

accept

take

invite

nook

indentation

niche

depression

indent

depress

delay

tossing

writhing

flailing

squirming

rolling

wriggling

wiggling

thrashing

struggling

grappling

striving

straining

The introduction of Cinderella’s STEPFAMILY in THE GLASS SLIPPER (1955)

Snow White Virgin

Snow White Virgin, Blood Red Whore Pure like fresh virginity falling like winter snow, her eyes like heaven, glow innocence, beckon me to her.  I follow like a faithful servant, follow her into a locked room lined with the misery of hell and she transforms before my very eyes once blind. What stands before me drenched in blood and draped in seduction, shit, and mud. Blind are we to the essence of life and all we see is what we want. A Snow White Virgin becomes a Blood Red Whore. Once pure and silent eats sin and violence.

I blink twice and all is bright once more, her lips sweet like honey embrace me and once again I fight to see the truth.  Face her and I see blackened rot and ruined meat. I see now the thing I hate, a whore, a saint, my love and fate. Blind are we to the essence of life and all we see is what we want. A Snow White Virgin becomes a Blood Red Whore. Once pure and silent eats sin and violence. Now all ye faithful in blissful ignorance look to your virgins and see the truth. The vows they promise are fell from lips of a whore and nothing more than innocence lost and buried in lies. Bodies swear to cleanness covered in flies and kisses of the blind servants. So come together all the blind and faithful and kneel before your Snow White Whores and Blood Red Virgins and feed them your wishes and sins and watch them bathe in seduction, shit, and mud.

-The Crow Queen

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Squidward clocking out of the Krusty Krab and heading to the nearest gay after hours event 

happy fall