In Fog -- 14
Restful as my sleep had been, comforting the moment, the possibility of home...I woke alone in the bed with my mind on death.
What I had caused but also wondering of my own, do I want to die?
It heard me, of course, thoughts never my own. And it leapt onto the bed, bouncing beside me as I attempted to hide beneath the covers.
Nothing like you, my love, it gave up pretending months before and even your colors had drained to whites and grays...but I saw you sometimes. In the quirk of its lips, the light on its cheek, even heard you in its giggles. Not quite sumptuous, but close enough to hurt.
But that, the bubbly glee, that was it alone...and infectious.
It sang through an echoless voice, rich and sweet, “Still brooding, darling?”
I said nothing, holding firm to my mood, my question.
It tugged at the sheets, “Are you going to make me come in there?”
It peeked under, crawling while I brooded, as that was what I did; brood. But I could do no such thing with that smile aimed at me. I mirrored it, best efforts against it damned, and was awarded a kiss.
“The tears are dried now, darling, the blood washed clean. Your brooding is unnecessary,” another kiss and it joined me fully beneath the sheets, coiling around me, “If my teeth were all you wished, you know I would happily drain you to euphoria. But you asked for death.”
“You give death to plenty, and are asking me to as well, but I cannot ask for mine?” you would have called me a brat, my love, slapped me playful but firm.
It only sighed, “Do you ache to see my tears, is that why you ask this again?
Yes, I did, part of me genuinely enjoyed seeing it vulnerable. But I would not say that, “No, and I...I will not. But I am confused. Why me, what do I have that would enthrall you so?”
“Enthrall?” It smiled, snuggling closer, “Oh, darling, you are a delight. But in answer, beyond my interest; you have a gift,” and dancing its fingers down my stomach, it cooed, “many…”
Grabbing the dancing hand, I ignored the narrowed eyes and demanded clarification, “What do you mean?”
“I chose you for your potential, darling, and you have lived up to it so beautifully,” slapping the sheet from our faces, it turned narrow eyes on me again, “Save for those morals of yours. Useless as they are.”
Its disdain for my soul aside, I focused on one word alone, “Chose? You mentioned no choice, only that you had to know if,”
“If you could want me, could love me...as I am. That was the choice. And you do love me?” so close it asked, lips almost touching my cheek.
“Yes, I do,” I answered and so soft the sheets, yet not near so as those lips.
Or those damned hands, teasing as much as its words, “do what.”
“Love you,” it was more a breath than an answer and that served to rile it further. But I would not succumb, “My potential, what does that mean?”
It tasted my neck before answering, “There is a dark spot in you, darker now you have fed it. And one required for the life I hoped to share...with you.”
“I am tainted, was already?” Even now I cannot reconcile those words, I understand my darkness has grown but to hear that it existed already, to wonder, did you need to leave, or were you fleeing my blackened soul?
“That love of yours,” its words ground from its throat, worse than I had heard any time prior, “would have fled if you were pristine. Your darkness appeals only to me.”
Fool that I am, I tempted more, “Why me, are there not others with darkness in them?”
“If there are, I do not care,” voice yet grinding, its nails dug into the thigh it teased, “I wanted you. Want you still. Only you. Did last night’s confession not stick, do you not understand yet? You are no flight of fancy, no naive obsession.” Wet the eyes that found mine, pleading wide as its nails dug deeper into my skin, “I love you, more than this body’s rotten soul ever did.”
“I apologize, my love,” simpering, yes, but its tears and simmering rage worried and knowing it would not give me death did little to calm my fears.
It saw my plot, of course, eyed me with all the suspicion those soft gray eyes could offer but then it crawled out of the sheets.
And changed the subject, “We are visiting the market today, and we best leave now; The nearest we can walk into without incurring the wrath your morality wrought is two hours by train,” its voice hitched at the sight of the wall clock, “And we have wasted most of the morning on your brooding!”
The sharpness in its voice was somehow comforting in the confusion of its compassion…and I blame you for that, my love.
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the men and boys are innocent too.
we cry "the innocent women and children" to appeal to the masses, to try and force their sympathy, but the men and boys are innocent too.
I have seen sons crying out for their mothers, their fathers, their siblings. I have seen them break down at the loss of their families. I have seen them cling to their dead and grieve.
I have seen fathers cradle their dead children, seen them kiss their faces and hold their little hands. I have seen them faint with grief when asked to identify the dead. I have seen them carry their sons and daughters. I have seen them fasting to provide what little they can for their families.
I have seen men and boys digging through the rubble with just their bare hands, I have seen them comforting strangers, playing with children, rocking them, hushing them, even if the face of such imminent danger. I have seen them cry, seen them grieve, seen them break down into each other's arms, seen them be selfless, beyond selfless, becoming something I don't have a word for.
I have seen the men who are doctors refuse to leave their patients, even when they have no medicine or supplies to give them, even when they're threatened with bombings. I have seen fathers who have lost all their children pick orphans up into their arms and proclaim them their child so they are not alone. I have seen men and boys digging pets out of the rubble.
the men are innocent too. the men and boys are being hurt and killed too. the men and boys are grieving too. the men and boys are scared too. the men and boys are fighting to save their people too. the men and boys deserve to be fought for too.
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neocities guide - why you should build your own html website
do you miss the charm of the 90s/00s web where sites had actual personality instead of the same minimalistic theme? are you feeling drained by social media and the constant corporate monopoly of your data and time? do you want to be excited about the internet again?
try neocities!!
what is neocities?
neocities is a free hosting website that lets you build your own html website from scratch, with total creative control. in their own words:
"we are tired of living in an online world where people are isolated from each other on boring, generic social networks that don't let us truly express ourselves. it's time we took back our personalities from these sterilized, lifeless, monetized, data mined, monitored addiction machines and let our creativity flourish again."
why should I make my own website?
web3 has been overtaken by capitalism & conformity. websites that once were meant to be fun online social spaces now exist solely to steal your data and sell you things. it sucks!!
building a personal site is a great way to express yourself and take control of your online experience.
what would I even put on a website?
the best part about making your own site is that you can do literally whatever the hell you want! focus on a specific subject or make it a wild collection of all your interests. share your art! make a shrine for one of your interests! post a picture of every bird you see when you step outside! make a collection of your favorite blinkies! the world is your oyster !!
here are some cool example sites to inspire you:
recently updated neocities sites | it can be fun to just look through these and browse people's content!
space bar | local interstellar dive bar
creature feature | halloween & monsters
big gulp supreme
peanutbuttaz | personal site
dragodiluna
linwood | personal site
patho grove | personal site
getting started: neocities/html guide
sound interesting? here are some guides to help you get started, especially if you aren't familiar with html/css
sadgrl.online webmastery | a fantastic resource for getting started with html & web revival. also has a layout builder that you can use to start with in case starting from scratch is too intimidating
web design in 4 minutes | good for learning coding basics
w3schools | html tutorials
templaterr | demo & html for basic web elements
eggramen test pages | css page templates to get started with
sadgrl background tiles | bg tiles
rivendell background tiles | more free bg tiles
fun stuff to add to your site
want your site to be cool? here's some fun stuff that i've found
blinkies-cafe | fantastic blinkie maker! (run by @transbro & @graphics-cafe)
gificities | internet archive of 90s/00s web gifs
internet bumper stickers | web bumper stickers
momg | gif gallery
99 gif shop | 3d gifs
123 guestbook | add a guestbook for people to leave messages
cbox | add a live chat box
moon phases | track the phases of the moon
gifypet | a little clickable page pet
adopt a shroom | mushroom page pet
tamaNOTchi | virtual pet
crossword puzzle | daily crossword
imood | track your mood
neko | cute cat that chases your mouse
pollcode | custom poll maker
website hit counter | track how many visitors you have
web revival manifestos & communities
also, there's actually a pretty cool community of people out there who want to bring joy back to the web!
melonland project | web project/community celebrating individual & joyful online experiences. Also has an online forum
melonland intro to web revival | what is web revival?
melonking manifesto |
status cafe | share your current status
nightfall city | online community
onio.cafe | leave a message and enjoy the ambiance
sadgrl internet manifesto |
yesterweb internet manifesto | sadly defunct, still a great resource
reclaiming online social spaces | great manifesto on cultivating your online experience
in conclusion
i want everyone to make a neocities site because it's fun af and i love seeing everyone's weird personal sites that they made outside of the control of capitalism :)
say hi to me on neocities
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