There is a flower, known by the southern elves as the Ylverdale. Save for one quality, it is a beautiful sight to behold, blooming in a brilliant shade of violet that shimmers when the sunlight hits it, and would make a wonderful adornment to any bouquet or corsage, were it not for its one peculiar property. The ylverdale has never lain upon a maiden’s ear nor has it been offered as a token of love, as it has only been known to bloom from one location. Ylverdale is its proper name, but it is more commonly known as corpseweed.
I stopped using iTunes because, well, there's not much point to it if you're not using an iDevice. I've been on Android since 2010, and I don't think I'll be going back. (That and there's no iTunes for Linux. :P)
I bought "The Mother We Share" off of iTunes, and the files have no DRM on them...
Thris was a kappha, the round-eared race standing between the dwarfs and the elves in stature, generally occupying the land between the mountain range in the mainland’s center and the great bay on the far north. The kappha were an isolated race; their communities, while by no means humble, remained somewhat insular and all but the most cosmopolitan of kappha cities remained mostly untouched by elvish or dwarfish imperials. For this reason, the kappha had acquired a certain mystique to the short-round-eared and tall-tapered-eared races. Depictions of kappha varied greatly; from powerful diviners able to see years into the future and peer into the minds of others with the ease of peering into their own, to being primitive savages scarcely more intelligent than apes.
Latyai, the elvish landlord of the plantation where Thris worked, subscribed to the latter belief. He was unusually short for an elf, and stood shorter than most of the kappha he owned. Mostly unconsciously, then, he had taken to wearing high-heeled boots and only interacting with his slaves from the safety of his manor’s many balconies and conspicuously high porches and decks. As this usually placed him quite a distance from his workers, Latyai’s slaves were mostly strangers to the burn of the lash and intimately familiar to the sting of a sling’s stone. Latyai’s voice had also become strained and cracked as a result of this constant distance, and rarely spoke at a volume lesser than a scream or greater than a whisper.
You are the end result of a “would you push the button” prompt where the prompt was “you have unlimited godlike powers but you appear to all and sundry to be an impetuous child” – Zero, 2022
I still use iTunes because certain members of my extended family buy me and my siblings iTunes gift cards every Christmas, and, well, why let them go to waste?
Latyai was by no means a romantic, but was quite fond of power, and as such felt it suitable to take a wife, and was initially quite pleased with the prospect of children. So he had taken Olpheldi, a maiden a decade his junior, and within two years of their marriage fathered two girls: Absilla and Yvoldi. Latyai’s long held fantasy of having complete control over the development of two people was quickly quelled when faced with the simple logistics of actually raising two children, so faced with this problem Latyai instead retreated to the much more manageable fantasy of subjugating and controlling a group of fully-grown people and left his progeny to the care of his wife.
Thris was well-accustomed to a life of being owned, but never stayed with one owner for too long. This, she did not find terribly bothersome. Until coming to the Latyai ranch, all of her owners were elves and dwarfs on the very cusp of death, and she felt no sorrow at their passing. And as Thris was almost universally a newcomer, her owners rarely had time to make arrangements regarding her in their wills. While many kappha would become bound to family and friends and as such loathe the thought of moving, Thris formed no such bonds and so never felt dread at the idea of an owner’s demise.
Thris was brought into the Latyai ranch on the day of Absilla’s third birthday, and was quite irked to see that Latyai, while by no means young, was also several decades away from death.
“So this is the one I’ll be staying at,” she thought to herself, bading farewell to her previously transient lifestyle.
There is a flower, known by the southern elves as the Ylverdale. Save for one quality, it is a beautiful sight to behold, blooming in a brilliant shade of violet that shimmers when the sunlight hits it, and would make a wonderful adornment to any bouquet or corsage, were it not for its one peculiar property. The ylverdale has never lain upon a maiden’s ear nor has it been offered as a token of love, as it has only been known to bloom from one location. Ylverdale is its proper name, but it is more commonly known as corpseweed.
Starting a new story, woohoo.
I don't mean to make you feel bad (and this potentially may, and if it does, I'm sorry) but this is the first piece of writing you've done that genuinely intrigues me. I look forward to more of it.
It actually reminds me of a Dark Souls item description, but that's obviously reader-end biases on my part.
Thris was a kappha, the round-eared race standing between the dwarfs and the elves in stature, generally occupying the land between the mountain range in the mainland’s center and the great bay on the far north. The kappha were an isolated race; their communities, while by no means humble, remained somewhat insular and all but the most cosmopolitan of kappha cities remained mostly untouched by elvish or dwarfish imperials. For this reason, the kappha had acquired a certain mystique to the short-round-eared and tall-tapered-eared races. Depictions of kappha varied greatly; from powerful diviners able to see years into the future and peer into the minds of others with the ease of peering into their own, to being primitive savages scarcely more intelligent than apes.
Latyai, the elvish landlord of the plantation where Thris worked, subscribed to the latter belief. He was unusually short for an elf, and stood shorter than most of the kappha he owned. Mostly unconsciously, then, he had taken to wearing high-heeled boots and only interacting with his slaves from the safety of his manor’s many balconies and conspicuously high porches and decks. As this usually placed him quite a distance from his workers, Latyai’s slaves were mostly strangers to the burn of the lash and intimately familiar to the sting of a sling’s stone. Latyai’s voice had also become strained and cracked as a result of this constant distance, and rarely spoke at a volume lesser than a scream or greater than a whisper.
anything pronounced Kappa makes me think of the Twitch.tv emote (essentially conveying the same intent as a trollface)
I feel bad for that guy, he stopped taking requests because the 10% of the people who watch the NLSS that are also massive shitheads kept sending in racist stuff :/
my dad will be here tomorrow (or today rather), so that is likely to be a slog. though i maaaay get a phone (*!!!*) out of it
on Wednesday my beau will have an interwebs connection again and i shall chat with him and that will make me happy. also i should have my new jacket by then
I feel like clarifying my position on jazz fusion: where it hews closer to funk and jazz it can be good, but when it moves into more rocky terrain it sounds like ultra boring prog
this is super correct bcos otherwise you discount a whole era of cool ass joni mitchell
that whole album - i have no idea what it was like to experience a hazy late 70s summer in america but i think that it has given me a fairly good impression of it
You are the end result of a “would you push the button” prompt where the prompt was “you have unlimited godlike powers but you appear to all and sundry to be an impetuous child” – Zero, 2022
I'm loving this idea that the Illuminati would have a promotional Facebook page though
i agree prog isn't boring, but it can very easily be boring
boring prog, boring jazz fusion, is like... idk anything mike portnoy has been involved in for a start. people who, when looking at jazz and rock, decided to fuse the worst excesses of jazz (self-indulgence, needless complexity, virtuosic showoffery) with the worst excesses of rock (middle-aged-white-man posturing, unnecessary bombast, utter lack of groove or subtlety) to produce something truly dreadful.
good prog..... is rare, but bands are doing it. i bang on about kayo dot a lot, but really, that is how you should be doing progressive music. incidentally they do a lot of straight up jazz fusion stuff and it works really well, see:
(why this works so well is because a: it is doing genuinely interesting shit. listen to that ridiculous zeuhl-samba groove at the beginning. also b: listen to how carefully it balances the jazz and the rock. it's not the needless complexity of jazz with the soulless lack of groove of rock. they take the hard-edged dissonance, unashamed loudness and sheer heaviness of rock and blend it with the subtleties of rhythm and tone that the best of jazz has. and c: they get away with a 14-minute song because the progression is outstandingly well crafted, and in context of the album's movement and concept it works brilliantly where it is. this point in the album's 'story' is an utter freakout and you're not suppposed to know precisely what is going on, other then the terrifying/wonderful/mystical wholeness of death, a return to oneness... im banging on about pointless shit now sorry)
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I don't know where this is from, but I like it a lot. Starting a new story, woohoo.
I don't mean to make you feel bad (and this potentially may, and if it does, I'm sorry) but this is the first piece of writing you've done that genuinely intrigues me. I look forward to more of it.
It actually reminds me of a Dark Souls item description, but that's obviously reader-end biases on my part.
but that's my problem. I like this fairly well.
"My cousin Bubba just got back from mo-ho-kween down there in New Mekzikuh"
I feel bad for that guy, he stopped taking requests because the 10% of the people who watch the NLSS that are also massive shitheads kept sending in racist stuff :/
prog isn't boring
good prog..... is rare, but bands are doing it. i bang on about kayo dot a lot, but really, that is how you should be doing progressive music. incidentally they do a lot of straight up jazz fusion stuff and it works really well, see: