{"And so, the early bird gets the worm but the second mouse gets the cheese" - Steven Wright. For one can risk, but to learn from other's mistakes are even better. To not is to make farce of the tragedy, for "first as tragedy, second as farce" as Karl Marx would put it. The grave of GWF Hegel tends to dialectically churn out great ironies of past tragedies; to positively supersede the tragedy by merely superseding the conditions and forcing the scenario to come up again. Yet outcomes do change when an event repeats itself, after all the repeater learns from the past but might become the dead mouse for which the other mice look carefully and learn from... Today contains many-a-things: two haikus, one from @vdux's own Haiku Contest and one of @bananafish's Mizu No Oto Contest, a three-hundred-worder-mono-paragraph for @vermillionfox and one multi-chained post for @bananafish's Finish the Story Contest... Today's music-aide: "Particle Ghost" [1.] from the Half-Life 2 OST.}

Banners by @f3nix

- Particle Ghost -

- Goat -

Head-rammin' for fun
- head cock'd straight, scannin' Nature
to eek lil' bahs.

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[Image taken by @marcoriccardi.]

Fluffy snug in fluff
"D'aw! Look at kitters sleepin'!"
Slink, tug, rustle, purr~

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Painting by the lovely @vermillionfox

- Blindin' affair -

Two fingers plunge into her cheeks, stiffly firm on the cheeks but to soon descend with the aide of skin. Slowly caressing each section of the face, the fingers softly fall and soon land unto the shoulders. A soft hmph escapes the mouth, but her smile to the unblinded one makes them more anxious to get it started. Their hand grabs one of her hands, her body in flight as their legs both ballet across the aisle; the wait was too much to handle beyond this point. Her voice-box gave voice to her shocked mind, her voice reaching out to her theyfriend, but they simply was too guided to getting to the end and not embracing the journey. Their free hand on the knob, the door moans excitedly and both bodies safely pass through in no rush. The door squeaking further open, her voice rang out again and their hands finally grasped the blind and delicately took it off. Again she was there with playing with her body as their cheeks was being painted red in hurried strokes. With the blind flying to the air, her eyes finally saw the gift they have tried getting for so long and her cheeks reflected her they-friend's cheeks. Her body springing to their hips, they collapsed to the floor but with her pinning them; a stare deadlocked the movement as the eyes relayed what their voice-boxes were failing to even eek out. Her head closed in on the small but emotionally ever-far gap, for which their head followed suit. A ba-aa-ah and purr pervaded the air, on equal tempo and intensity to the jazz of the couple's cupid scene. And while the scene is displayed without shame, they are their own blindfolds to finally enjoy a life that they think is worth living.

It is said that Mr. Renhe Ren, of Daochu village, in the province of Quan Shijie, in his forty-second year of life, was seized by a great rage because of his long-standing enemy, who was constantly working to hinder and ruin any of his activities and projects. Faced with the umpteenth abuse, Mr. Renhe Ren felt that his harmony and self-control were going to be lost. He was no longer able to feel the noble sentiments worthy of a superior man.

Then he remembered the words of the wise man. "Sit down along the river bank and wait, sooner or later you will see the corpse of your enemy pass". So, he left the village of Daochu and went down to the river. He found a willow with a wide foliage that bent gently over the water, and sat down in his shadow, determined to wait until the wisdom of the ancestors had brought a solution to his problem.

He awaited for days and nights, meditating. Sun, rain, wind and fog alternated tormenting him, but neither the heat, nor the cold, nor the humidity, nor the insects distracted him from his waiting. Time passed, until one day in late autumn, the stream swollen for the rains brought a corpse to its feet, face down. Mr. Renhe Ren shook himself from his meditation and leaned towards the muddy water, his heart finally calm.

Great was his surprise when he saw…

Two things: had to do some commitments but finally was able to make this and I gonna volunteer to help out an event in my community!!!!~

So's anything cooking this weekend for Victor? (Yes I shall repeat this as I already released a part of my name to the public of Steemit, thusly the internet as well. Also thusly is a word now by Victor GangTM.) Tomorrow shall be a story on the Carrion that I had delayed for a quite a far bit, not purposefully but due to convenient circumstances like introducing Spooky to the, now dubbed, "Felixverse" or my official slogan of monoverse, multigalaxy setting. (To rip but rephrase from Lorerunner's (from YT) Imperium setting where all fiction, or most of it anyways, existed in one universe but in various galaxies; the Imperium doing what it wants and modifying as need be. But sometimes it does act drunk and later rewrites the peck-ups that we just don't see.)

But realistically, I plan on probably releasing a poem on Sunday and enjoying my time at home again: doing stuff like reading, preparing ahead of time to relocate myself, arranging with some steemit users some meetups before I re-arrange that again when I do move and getting cozy with them but forcing the- [now being reprocessed by the SSS, or Spooky's Secret Services:] getting cozy with them by co-writing with them. I like to finally meet some of yah of those that I talked too about meeting up in the near future!!!!~

Click here to vote @crowdwitness as a Steemit Witness!!!!~

Cited posts:

@vdux - Recent Haikucontest edition

@bananafish - Mizu No Oto, week 17

@vermillionfox - Foxtales, 33rd week

@bananafish - Finish the Story, 44th week

Cited images

@f3nix - Banners

@marcoriccardi - Mizu No Oto image

@vermillionfox - Her blinded figure drawing