makyo
/
zk_html
1
0
Fork 0
Code Issues Pull Requests Projects Releases Wiki Activity

update from sparkleup

This commit is contained in:
Madison Scott-Clary 2022-01-02 09:45:09 -06:00
parent 179ef69324
commit 669c512661
1 changed files with 2 additions and 2 deletions
Show Stats Download Patch File Download Diff File Expand all files Collapse all files

4
writing/post-self/neviim/remote/codrin/007.html
View File

@ -35,7 +35,7 @@
<p>&ldquo;I am not her! I am not her. She is another me, who dreams when she needs an answer. I am Why Ask Questions When The Answers Will Not Help, who knows God when she dreams. Don&rsquo;t&hellip;I&hellip;&rdquo;</p>
<p>True Name froze. Everyone froze.</p>
<p>&ldquo;We were told&ndash;&rdquo; Sarah began, before Answers Will Not Help cut her off.</p>
<p>&ldquo;Prophets! Oh, where is Ezekiel when we need him? A meeting of prophets! <em>Navi</em> to <em>nevi&rsquo;im!</em> The voice of God from the sky in a pillar of flame! Or Qoheleth, a prophet of our own blood, bearing warning of memory entrancing!&rdquo; Her words came out in an unceasing torrent. She waved her hand/paw toward the Artemisians, giggling. &ldquo;But instead we are Israel to <em>nevi&rsquo;im,</em> a people to prophets, a people to prophets, and the only time I know my true name is when I dream, and to know one&rsquo;s true name is to know God. Time feels so vast that were it not for an Eternity&mdash; Fuck, I&hellip;time makes prey of remembering, I&hellip;I fear me this Circumference engross my Finity&mdash; Oh AwDae, oh AwDae. Could you ever have guessed at the depths of the death of memory?&rdquo;</p>
<p>&ldquo;Prophets! Oh, where is Ezekiel when we need him? A meeting of prophets! <em>Navi</em> to <em>nevi&rsquo;im!</em> The voice of God from the sky in a pillar of flame! Or Qoheleth, a prophet of our own blood, bearing warning of memory entrancing!&rdquo; Her words came out in an unceasing torrent. She waved her hand/paw toward the Artemisians, giggling. &ldquo;But instead we are Israel to <em>nevi&rsquo;im,</em> a people to prophets, a people to prophets, a people with our own personal HaShem, and the only time I know my true name is when I dream, and to know one&rsquo;s true name is to know God. Time feels so vast that were it not for an Eternity&mdash; Fuck, I&hellip;time makes prey of remembering, I&hellip;I fear me this Circumference engross my Finity&mdash; Oh AwDae, oh AwDae. Could you ever have guessed at the depths of the death of memory?&rdquo;</p>
<p>True Name stood quickly enough to knock her chair back and, with a decisive wash of skunk down her form, growled, &ldquo;How fucking dare&ndash;&ldquo;</p>
<p>The rest of the delegation pressed away from her with a shout. The firstracers rose up to their full height and Iska blurred quickly to stand atop their stool.</p>
<p>&ldquo;To his exclusion who prepare by process of Size&hellip;of&hellip;&rdquo; Answers Will Not Help continued, unfazed. She was phasing in and out of common time now, despite the promise of unison. Her words jittering now fast, now slow. &ldquo;I cannot feel em here. We are so far away from home. I cannot&hellip;I miss em, I miss em. I miss&hellip;was that eir prophecy? Was that why ey wrote me? Is this AwDae&rsquo;s words come true?&rdquo;</p>
@ -82,7 +82,7 @@
<p><em>All that may be, but what do I do with it?</em> ey thought. <em>And how the hell am I going to keep what I heard hidden and buried?</em></p>
</article>
<footer>
<p>Page generated on 2021-12-20</p>
<p>Page generated on 2022-01-02</p>
</footer>
</main>
<script type="text/javascript">