Moth devouring his lamp
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Yes, damned odd. The plan is to smash up Byron and send him back right there in the shop to cullet and batch—salvage the tungsten, of course—and let him be reincarnated in the glassblower's next project (a balloon setting out on a journey from the top of a white skyscraper). This wouldn't be too bad a deal for Byron—he knows as well as Phoebus does how many hours he has on him. Here in the shop he's watched enough glass being melted back into the structureless pool from which all glass forms spring and re-spring, and wouldn't mind going through it himself. But he is trapped on the Karmic wheel. The glowing orange batch is a taunt, a cruelty. There's no escape for Byron, he's doomed to an infinite regress of sockets and bulbsnatchers. In zips young Hansel Mothwing, a OhiMark! Moth—twirls Byron out of the ceiling into a careful pocket and moths out the door again. Darkness invades the dreams of the glassblower. Of all the unpleasantries his dreams grab in out of the night air, an extinguished light is the worst. Light, in his dreams, was always hope: the basic, mortal hope. As the contacts break helically away, hope turns to darkness, and the glassblower wakes sharply tonight crying, "Who? Who?''
moth noises
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What does one do once they have achieved all they could ever have dreamed of?
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crystal moth strikes again
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this is starting to go too far
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Fun curiosity: the original Goya painting was found in his house after he died and its intended meaning, if any, is unknown.
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“And he was cast down upon tattered wings into the rolling expanse from which he carved ebon dominion. Those careful few who continue to tread upon his midnight kingdom have granted him a name, the only thing he could not take for himself. Fur Lucis.”
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This has got to be my favorite shit.
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This is awesome
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That’s no lamp, that’s not even a lämp. That’s a proper LØMP!
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this is starting to go too far
Yes, Moth. This one right here is preaching heresy.
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That’s no lamp, that’s not even a lämp. That’s a proper LØMP!
It's a collectors edition too
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It's a collectors edition too
Yep, it’s the LØMP, but the special LÆMP-Editon^TM^
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What does one do once they have achieved all they could ever have dreamed of?
Sit down and enjoy the ride, my dude
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I almost blocked you, but then saw that this is your very first moth post. You have a chance to redeem yourself by not posting any more moth posts.
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I almost blocked you, but then saw that this is your very first moth post. You have a chance to redeem yourself by not posting any more moth posts.
Oh no, OP you better watch out! A not even a month old account might block you!
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This is amazing! So much so that I got compelled to create the oposite.
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Oh no, OP you better watch out! A not even a month old account might block you!
wrote on last edited by [email protected]You can switch servers, you know?
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You can switch servers, you know?
Oh, so sorry, I forgot how important you are that people should do their level best to not be blocked by you.
If moth posts bother you, block people making them. If I bother you block me. No one cares enough to change their posting habits because of the threat of maybe that one Rando over there would block them.
In summation:
