Ode to Love

If we fall a block What precious thing will be lost During/Within The Impact?  Hard definitions Are approached respectfully No room for error MINOAS enters  "I have [||||||] every step  Those they do not know.  Nothing precious gone From your perspective or mine  Your grace well/not deserved We will survive here No one else will even try Having seen the risk The 'Random' is yours The Clockwork is also yours I will parse the rest." So blocks rearrange Back to how they're meant to be/feel With a cold justice In the aftermath The Way of Holiness eeps And keeps on eep'ing

I once came up with a flight pattern for teleportation that I found fascinating. It was essentially the path of taste buds to Capsaicin. I wonder if there is a way to test that theory without spending a pound of flesh...

In the aftermath, Minoas bursts into view from a spout of glitched fire. The crowd is terrified already, and now awed, magically. Minoas begins, as The Bard wanders off considering what to say as he always does, but now in possession of a crown. "YOUR GODS ARE COCKROACHES TO ME." He remembers himself, and how to modulate his voice. The Scribe casts a few spells to make it official, nods, and the session picks up where it left off. "Your 'gods' are cockroaches to me. Your entire pantheon is dung, barely suitable to fertilize our garden. You think your faith will save you, but faith is how the fishhooks set. A sign demanded. Only one available. A sign provided to this distasteful realm of silent observers." Minoas looks straight at Grimacy, but speaks straight to the player representing Grimacy. "Who does your character worship here?" Minoas looks so enraged for a moment that everything becomes incomprehensible for the balance of the day, but relaxes...

How did they treat you? His voice was barely compre- hensible today. For Lilith walked in They hardly ever saw her With Hope in Flagstaff The Whip was reserve-d For those who deserved such things She and hers did not. "Treat" She said plainly, Was both "Trick and Free Candy." We spoke all the same "Bring me my finest." The Prime Vintage overflowed. The grapes pre-tested. "Now, a millstone, sure." "But how do we say 'It's done.' Without rubbing off?" "What of their own tools?" "Oh, those were easy to find: 'Crab Log Fish Frog, Twice.'" "Crab Log Fish Frog, Twice... That's a hard tattoo or scar." "'We could do it twice...'"

I start with a stall tactic. I talk politics just long enough to get on the floor. Then I hit them with some facts about bananas. Several latecomers arrive. I can tell that a few in here are familiar with my work already.  "I can tell that a few in here are familiar with my work already." I continue with a heart warming plea about taste, dignity, and the importance regarding the integrity of our walls, and our reserves. About halfway through, "Do as you will, that is the hole under the law." people begin to leave. By the end, it's just a handful or two. So I speak from the heart. John 8:1-11 but Jesus went to the Mount of Olives. At dawn he appeared again in the temple courts, where all the people gathered around him, and he sat down to teach them.   The teachers of the law and the Pharisees brought in a woman caught in adultery. They made her stand before the group   and said to Jesus, “Teacher, this woman was caught in the act of adultery.   In the Law Moses c...