In the narrative arc of this story whatever you pick will end up being the symbol of a great movement or criminal art gang (or both)--
But you have no time for design right now. Just a found object that can do the job.
In the narrative arc of this story whatever you pick will end up being the symbol of a great movement or criminal art gang (or both)--
But you have no time for design right now. Just a found object that can do the job.
You don't have much time to make anything. You need to send out these documents right away.
It needs to be a small object you can press into wax.
Well, that's one way to bring the story to an unexpected end fast.
That's up to you. But you can't have something made to order. You are not that fancy... yet.
You are a criminal/artist in a cyberpunk and/or fantasy world with intricate fancy social codes. As a ner-do-well you have never needed your own symbol to stamp in wax for your letters (you just used your thumb) But, exciting new opportunities have you moving up in the world rapidly... suddenly you must pick a small object in your abode to make an impression: literally.
What do you choose as an impromptu standard?
With what object will you make YOUR mark?
They are really gonna dump the worst ones on Christmas eve huh?
Well it can't make you worse ... probably.
That's how a lot of traditional "miracle plays" start.
This makes it sound like the long dead king is on tour. But I can live with that.
I think he might have done that. The weirdo.
I like this idea because it implies that screaming is part of the name of the country now.
AAA! United States of America! Oh No. etc.
It sounds like most of the annoying Christians I know more than anything if it was really how it went down. Some people say that is a layer added to the story later though.
FYI if you can go to LA they have Akhenaten out there until March 22
(I feel like Akhenaten gets done way more than all of the other Operas, I like it but I want to see some of the other ones...)
I'm very normal about this part where the youth/soprano? part comes in. It's so simple but perfect as more and more voices join.
I was hungry and you gave me food,
I was thirsty and you gave me drink,
I was a stranger and you welcomed me,
I was naked and you covered me,
I was sick and you visited me,
I was in prison and you came to me.
(Matthew 25:35-36)
May I be the doctor and the medicine
And may I be the nurse
For all sick beings in the world
Til everyone is healed.
May a rain of food and drink descend
To clear away the pain of thirst and hunger And during the aeons of famine May I myself change into food and drink.
Just like space And the great elements such as earth, May I always support the life Of all the boundless creatures.
(The theory of mouth and bodhisattva)
All people have the heart which cannot bear to see the sufferings of others. (Mencius)
It's that time of year to listen to the most beautiful part of Symphony No. 5 and NOT cry.
LOL. For some reason the notion of arthropods having a lot of shoes will never stop amusing me.