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[passio]

Black-as-can-be cats arrive a-pair,
Up on a rooftop, a plaintive eve,
And on the tips of their pointed tails hung
A wispy crescent-moon, looking hazy.
'O-wah, good evening,'
'O-wah, good evening!'
'O-wah, o-wah, o-wah!'
'O-wah, the man of this household is bedridden.'

A poem by Sakutaro Hagiwara, that I heard once from a friend. It seems things have calmed down since #FFFFFF arrived, but I wonder if that's the end of it.

How is everyone's literary analysis? I think we should be prepared for more mysterious messages, and maybe there's a way to prevent it before it gets bad.

Comments

[nascere]

Can't honestly tell. That was weird, and I'm thinking whoever it is, is still sticking around.

Anyway, that's a nice poem. You like stuff like that a lot?

[passio]

Hmm.

It's not that I like it or dislike it. It's just important to me. Do you have anything like that?

[nascere]

i think so
im not sure
like responsibilities?

[passio]

Maybe like responsibilities, or something even smaller than that.

I don’t like or dislike eating meat, but I eat a lot of it anyway.

[nascere]

makes sense
can't think of any right now, but i'll let you know when i do
what do you think is going to come up next?
maybe talking animals?

[passio]

Talking animals? I wonder what they would say.

[ they don't seem very happy.......... ]

[nascere]

maybe they could tell us what happened here
to the people who were here before us

[passio]

[ to the bones... ]

Do you think they would speak fondly of the people who came before us?

[nascere]

not if they were jerks
probably
i mean animals remember these things, i guess

[passio]

I wonder if they were born here, or if even the animals were pulled here like we were...

Maybe this entire world is just an amalgamation of others.