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Woo! Very excited to post again after this long, huge thanks to Stygian Blue for asking me to drop in on this mostly finished draft and let me work my flower power. Very proud of this one!!
'tis I, the sea
-Styg
What is life if not the contrast between what has been and what will become?
As a gambling addict, this really spoke to me.
Jokes aside, this is great! The hyperbolic color and the CPU, together at last.
Wonderful article, makes my mouth dry.
Speaking of pyramid schemes, did you know that Vegas isn't really Vegas? The city of Vegas has almost zero drinking dens or casinos. That's Paradise, a "non-incorporated town" on the outskirts of the city that never sleeps. All of the fun stuff is in Paradise, not Vegas, technically; but both benefit from this strange symbiotic drive-thru marriage. One gets all the money from the Casinos, one gets all the money from the hotels.
—Oli
Fires rage just below the surface of the ice.
Glad you liked it! Hyperbolic colour finally united with the plant, we create both philosophy and character. A splendid duet sung in a short work.
Holy cow, I never knew! That's fascinating! It makes a ton of tragic sense, too. That this animal of a city lumbering along the desert sucking the sand dry and depositing whatever it finds in its center to care for flamingos and penguins and alligators and tourists. What a world, Paradise is. What a world, Vegas is. What intractable marriage, what strange honeymoon they creep along the desert on.
-Styg
What is life if not the contrast between what has been and what will become?
Guys, this is legitimately one of my favorite pieces on the site. You two have outdone yourselves once again. +1
Edit: why were you two talking about the fucking Bass Pro Shops pyramid
- MissDirection (She/Her)
Hehe.
Check the white text at the bottom of the work <3
-Styg
What is life if not the contrast between what has been and what will become?
It's hard to put to words exactly what this story made me feel, which is I think is in essence the mark of a good one, as I did feel plenty. I'm a bit of a desert wanderer too, though my prize comes not from the burning neon of the city nor the stars in the sky, instead it is the guttering streaks of rocket-flame and bent, twisted metal fragments of something greater than all of us.
This story captures something others don't: the unease of the sands and the dark and the neon, the way it makes you both into something you're not, and the truest version of yourself.
You two have outdone yourself this time, though I suppose you always do. I'm excited for what comes next :)
radiance, glorious and cold and blistering all at once, like a star behind the eyes
Once again, I am humbled to be a part of this website. The prose here is so beautiful, so wonderfully executed. It doesn't slam you over the head with what it wants to say- it gently nudges you, the guiding hand of an old mentor bringing your mind along a familiar track. The swaps don't feel jarring, and the authorial voices of you two are clear in every precise word. All in all, this is fantastic- I look forward to even more from both of you two.
I watch the yonder hills
See foodwrenches toil in dust
Let their cacophonous calls
Rend our bodies to rust
This is definitely me when I kill my friend in vegas
Really great work here! Glad to see this finally published.
as a noted casino and vegas and desert enjoyer this story was built for me and i very much enjoyed it. very odd, lowkey little night journey that goes to a lot of different emotional places. it's subtle, but it's affective; doesn't mince words, but spends a hell of a lot of time building up a very unique, very relatable mood. good stuff
