{And so a bout of happiness, come hither and thither! Come, come, ye great feelings of dopamine! Hither, so that we can escape or avoid these bouts of sadness! Thither, so others will not be plagued by their bouts of sadness! Hither, thither, come, go; but all the same we need ye! Thy art be perfect for the mourner, and ecstatic for the already pleased soul! Hedonism be one of yer guiding philosophies, but there are many that are emulated after yah which will not discard yer great influence... Finally a haiku post with haikus (a Haiku Contest by @vdux and Mizu No Oto by @bananafish in its thirteenth week) and, for the first time in forever, a Fox Tales contest by @vermillionfox is back online! Woohoo~ Let's get to the post... Today's music-aides: "Music of the Spheres [Remix]" [1.] (Portal 2 OST).}
- Reborn happiness -
Somber cries about,
then hushed by gasp and marching -
fortune struck again.
[Image taken by @f3nix.]
Crunch, crackle, clip, clop
"The sun's love a tad strong, eh?"
- heard by resting pets.
- Femme Fatale 2 -
And so they finally caught the Femme Fatale, what could be the only response to arrest than rivulets that silently slide on rugged skin? A traitor, a Judas, was amongst the midst, yet traitors train to tactfully keep quiet of newfound pride. Or so was the profession if one were to be an illegalist. But still, with arms aiming at and around, silent slips seeped about the dark spots of the alleyway. Bolts breaking bearing and announcing audaciously at the coppers their rounds in the chambers of guns, coppers' feet pronounced on the annoyed elder concrete their new fighting stance. Femme Fatale's eyes ceased carefully the source of the rivulet streams, her bag soon eking of its inside being rummaged around by a hurried hand. A revolver soon gasps for air and yelps loud as firm hands cock the hammer, but, before brave brains could sense the noise, a bullet screams upon launch and flies forward to bury deeply into Judas himself. With the echoes escaping and bouncing on the brick walls all about, the circus of gun fire began but boldly starting with the arriving crew. Upon lethal lead lodging upon the last damned soul, drum mags squeaked upon being unclicked and many a racking were announced by the tiny Tommy-guns to the typewriters. With many smirks silently forming on these Illegalist faces, all embraced each other and, truly, tiny tears formed throughout the group. Looting what could be looted, Judas and his legal henchmen were disposed of; later an example egregiously echoed, a signifier that no dumb sap would dare to abuse. As newspapers sing seamlessly while sizzling, gossips gossip grossly on Boss Tweed and recent Death dings drowning the city; a lament of the sleeping legalists began scarring the ivory pillars; the force of "law-n-order" now emerged.
So it's that time again! Time to make two quick announcements: firstly welcome back @vermillionfox with those contests and, secondly, I got two new gifs to expand mój arsenal of gifs for any occasion! -OwO-
Anyways, what a contingently great time to talk about happiness as 'tis the season to be jolly for most people. Indeed, we should have this right to become ecstatic and proclaim our hedonistic indulgence without fear. But there's something stopping me from joying in my heart. Oh a sin it indeed is that many a people still go without even a day to relax without the fear of perishing, the fear of becoming ice-cycles, the fear of becoming worse than dirt; indeed a sadness is mellowing my heart.
So I beckon ye users to be hearty and help these folk as best as yah can. For as long as I have laboured to now, the smile that forms when somebody be nae treated worse than dirt is truly the greatest gift one's service. For they have received in the medium of one's labour to help them a greater gift than material accommodation for their horrid conditions in life, recognition of existence. Indeed, that gift is more than anyone can dream for; a gift they'll never forget and one that they'll tell themselves forever as they continue to struggle thereafter. One that'll keep the human soul alive and well knowing that they aren't suffering alone in a cruel World they never asked to be birthed in.
So live up to the virtues if yah can, for the World needs it more than ever in these ever-depressing times.