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sure, IN https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m4dVkoOMjLo
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The Temple Walks A basilica of stone waiting for skin 538 words Ek-en-Zu went up into the mountains to find god, and came down with chips of stone buried in his skin and scratching at his guts and floating in the space between the sky and his smile. Nobody could see them, but he knew they were there and he kept them clutched tightly inside himself like a secret. He went home, and he picked beans in the fields and he spoke at the forum and he penetrated his wife and nobody felt a thing, though they thought they did. At night he lay awake and stared at his stone ceiling and he smiled because he knew what nobody else knew. He sang secret songs to his house and he heard it sing back to him, but he picked beans and spoke at the forum and penetrated his wife, so none were any the wiser. He polished his beautiful stone skin with water from the river, and they said Ek-en-Zu loves to be clean, his wife must be happy and they did not remark at the rivers of crystal that filled out his veins or the uncut rubies that had grown in place of his eyes. They did not see the chalcedony, marble and alabaster that had grown over his skin, or the rubble of basalt and gemstones that formed his guts. They did not see him towering over the town, his footsteps causing seismic ripples that ran around the earth. They did not see his roots grow deep through the earth, and drink of the mountains and grow strong. His wife wept in the street when he insisted on returning to the mountains; she did not understand. She cried out that something was wrong but nothing was wrong, because Ek-en-Zu had touched the deep places and it was a sacred and perfect thing. He walked into the mountains with his head held high—above the river, above the hills, penetrating through the clouds—and he sang the sacred songs and his wife did not see him again. As Ek-en-Zu walked higher and higher, he became so large that he could see the turn of the world; his skin became so hard that no blade nor storm could work evil against it. He fell to his knees by a mountain stream, and drank of all the frozen water of the earth. It was so cold that it burned his stone, but he drank and drank until there was nothing left but the magnificent tyranny of stone. He drank of the sky and he drank of the flowers until they were perfect and hard and grey, then he continued to walk until the weight of his body became so much that it shattered his legs and he lay on his side, panting, feeling strange water welling up from his wounds and making its way back down into the cold and unforgiving earth. He became empty, as the water in him fled and the night came to claim him. He stared at his pale-skin-growing-more-pale, and watched the red spread across the stone. Ek-en-Zu lay on his back and stared at the grey stone sky and smiled and did not grieve, because he knew what nobody else knew: he was finally home.
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Nov 5, 2018 03:17
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be swift with results or the garbage memes will continue
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Nov 5, 2018 22:12
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Nov 5, 2018 23:47
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brĵthĵr may I hĵv the ĵudgĵng
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Nov 5, 2018 23:49
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Yeah sure, In.
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O Christmas prompt O Christmas prompt thou prompt most fair and lovely O Christmas prompt O Christmas prompt much garbage thou wilst give me
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