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Death is the great raw zipper of the colossal mind-grid unfastening the heavy winter coat of your name— Not a void, not a ditch, but the supreme jazz-collapse into the un-born, un-died, smoke-looping sky-juice of the Big It! No tracks, no ticket, no conductor, just the holy, wild, un-fenced spook-radiance of the grand Nowhere. The ultimate drop-out! Where the ego-engine conks out and you wake up as the entire sky-theatre itself, shining like a mad, golden diamond-bug in the teeth of the beautiful, nameless Forever. - Adhyatm Singh - #adhyatm #review #poem 🔗 View | ✨𝗕𝗢𝗢𝗦𝗧✨ 🔥 More on @tgWiz

It wasn’t deep, it wasn’t forever But it felt like the whole world buffered Every time u looked my way We talked in half sentences and emojis Laughed at jokes that weren’t even funny And I called it nothing just to sound cool But my chest didn’t get the memo Cause every seen hit different Every wwy felt like a plot twist First love hits like that tho Messy, fast, kinda stupid And somehow u never forget the lag it left in ur heart Even now, years later A song a name a vibe And I’m 16 again grinning like an idiot. #review #poem

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The Fragrance of Moments Life’s beauty isn't measured by how long we stay, In the bonds we forge or the words we say. Stability is but a shadow, a fleeting glass, As seasons change and the years must pass. The true essence lies in the golden light, Of those shared moments, pure and bright. Before the paths diverged and hands let go, In the warmth of the soul’s unspoken glow. It’s the laughter shared, the silence understood, The briefest chapters that were twice as good. For even when the journey comes to an end, The beauty remains in the "once," my friend. #review #poem 🔗 View | ✨𝗕𝗢𝗢𝗦𝗧✨ 🔥 More on @tgWiz

> Mushroom Vulture: Do you believe in magic? > Shinobi: Huh? > Mushroom Vulture: Have you seen Goncharov? > Shinobi: Umm... no? > Mushroom Vulture: An entire movie dreamt up by Tumblr, a collective fever dream turned into reality, one that spans mediums, crosses borders, and transcends language. And one of the best Mafia movies ever, no less. This is the power of meme magic. Once people start talking about something, joking about something, desiring something, they create and manifest the conditions for it to cross over from fantasy to reality. We're all magicians, ninja. Meme magicians. > Shinobi: So? What does this have to do with all this? > Mushroom Vulture: I wonder if Hideo Kojima ev...

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Crow cries at noon Sun split in two Smoke walking barefoot Through the avenue A crown of feathers Nailed to the sky Drums in the marrow Won’t let me die I left my name In a jar of salt Traded my shadow For thunderbolt Mother of ivy Swallowed the well Spat out a staircase Spiraling hell Down in the cellar Of bone and seed Priests of the mushroom Whispered the creed Forget your face Forget your skin Peel off the hour You’re standing in Close both eyes Let the walls breathe Antlers growing Under your teeth River runs upward Fish full of claim Every ancestor Calling my name Masks in the orchard Hanging like fruit Bite one open Blood tastes mute City of mirrors Bent in the heat Statues are lickin...

I stare into the bottomless pitch dark My fears writhing like snakes in my stomach And even though there seems to be no horizon in sight I imagine seeing mountains in the distance Willing for the sun to rise I look at glowing clouds And though they seems to be glowing with dark I tell myself they are waiting for sun to come out It's an endless road and freezing cold And all the warmth I have is the dream of a home So when my feet are stuck and my knees give out I pick myself up knowing that this is not where my courage dies It's an endless road disappearing into the dark Should I keep walking or stay But there is no safe place in jungle when you are the only prey It's freezing and lonely...

"Black holes" I’ve been looking for a hole in this void, From where something could seep in. It could be pain or joy, it doesn’t matter As long as it made me feel like a human. I see the moments pass A camera vision, a papery feel The truth and lie blend into one As everything turns into grains of sand. How do I pour void into words? Turn black holes into light. How do I put soul in the dead? When the living have died from inside. #tm #poem #review 🔗 View | ✨𝗕𝗢𝗢𝗦𝗧✨ 🔥 More on @tgWiz

Hey everyone — quick question 😊 Do you feel like storytelling today is still mostly stuck in the same old formats (just text, just books, just screens)? I’ve been thinking a lot about how stories could become more collaborative and immersive — involving writers, illustrators, sound designers, maybe even 3D artists someday. Curious to know what you all think: 👉 How do you imagine the future of storytelling? #review #ng #shortstory 🔗 View | ✨𝗕𝗢𝗢𝗦𝗧✨ 🔥 @tgWiz