From f17c30bf49395811d5a0fcc7cd95d3440ded46e6 Mon Sep 17 00:00:00 2001 From: Madison Scott-Clary Date: Sun, 14 Nov 2021 23:16:32 -0800 Subject: [PATCH] update from sparkleup --- writing/post-self/neviim/remote/codrin/007.html | 4 ++-- 1 file changed, 2 insertions(+), 2 deletions(-) diff --git a/writing/post-self/neviim/remote/codrin/007.html b/writing/post-self/neviim/remote/codrin/007.html index ce4533dca..60040da19 100644 --- a/writing/post-self/neviim/remote/codrin/007.html +++ b/writing/post-self/neviim/remote/codrin/007.html @@ -20,12 +20,12 @@

“You told us you were–” Sarah began, before Answers Will Not Help cut her off.

“Oh, where is Ezekiel when we need him? A meeting of prophets! Navi to nevi’im! 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!” Her words came out in an unceasing torrent. “But instead we are Israel to nevi’im, 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’s true name is to know God. Time feels so vast that were it not for an Eternity— Fuck, I…time makes prey of remembering, I…I fear me this Circumference engross my Finity— Oh AwDae, oh AwDae. Could you ever have guessed at the depths of the death of memory?”

True Name stood quickly and, with a decisive wash of skunk down her form, growled, “How fucking dare–“

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To his exclusion who prepare by process of Size…of…” She was phasing in and out of local time now, her words jittering now fast, now slow. “I miss em, I miss em. I miss…was that eir prophecy? Was that why ey wrote me? Is this AwDae’s words come true?”

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“To his exclusion who prepare by process of Size…of…” She was phasing in and out of local time now, her words jittering now fast, now slow. “I miss em, I miss em. I miss…was that eir prophecy? Was that why ey wrote me? Is this AwDae’s words come true?”

“Stop!” True Name shouted, tackling the blurring, crumbling form of Answers Will Not Help to the ground. “Fucking stop! You cannot–“

After a moment’s tussle, Answers Will Not Help collapsed to the ground, limp and laughing. “For the Stupendous Vision of eir diameters—” she said, and then quit, leaving True Name to fall to the ground, weeping.