.
When wings of virtue turn to wings of
jade.
When the salmon runs true,
When the winds of change have
sunk so low, that old is new.
With kindest regards,
The Translator
Haute couture and snooty writing abounds in this quaint and creepy blog of announcements, town gossip, horrorscopes and other works regarding fictional people, beings and places.
June 17, 2024
Wings
February 5, 2024
Death of the Poor
The poor are being killed off.
The people that are called 'non-white' are being killed off.
The middle class white people are playing right into it.
What happened to the fighter parents of the baby boomers?
The women that fought for their rights?
Are they buried with the people of color that dies for their rights?
So much rage that an instilled fear keeps quiet.
With kindest regards,
The Translator
January 1, 2024
2024
Just a quick Blot to let
you all know the world didn't end.
With
kindest regards,
The
Translator
December 18, 2023
Gothic Art
The gothic art of romanticizing death... I'm starting to think it is a lost art.
One that perhaps we never really knew.
Especialy after looking at some recipes from the victorian ages. Weird.
With kindest regards,
The Translator
December 4, 2023
Sweet Quiet
Sweet quiet of winter. Let the bony
tree branches grasp at dying souls.
For they are the souls of the
weak.
The souls of the people that could not survive the troubled
schedule of the hectic work week.
And for they we weep.
With kindest regards,
The Translator
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