A new civilization might discover the secrets of time and space. We humans might be stuck in the stone era for a while, until we conquer time and learn how to bend it to our will.

Just push yourself.

I wonder why it's getting hard to breath...

You wake up after sleeping for one hundred years. Your body still feels cramped after being in cryo for so long. For a few minutes you're unsure if the room you're in is part of a simulation or if the AI that is commanding the ship actually decided to jumpstart you. A human-like voice calls your name, and explains the situation matter-of-factly. You no longer have doubts: this is real, as incredible as it all looks.

From a small opening in the ceiling of this cave you can see some sunlight getting in, illuminating the cave and letting you appreciate all its wonders.

As the spaceship drifts into deep space, you also drift into deep relaxation, getting ready for the long journey ahead.

I mean, aren't you glad to see me?

You can curve the air. Evade gravity. Lift yourself.

tracing the trajectory of our future

a mathematical operation for defining uncertainty

making calculation mistakes

readjusting our path

solving for x finding out y

it all comes back to you

time is a flat circle

the end is the beginning is the end is the beginning

and you in the geometrical center

there's differences between us, 

but dividing our problems we can conquer them

you may think it doesn't add up,

but together our strengths are multiplied

it all comes back to you

time is a flat circle

the end is the beginning is the end is the beginning

and you in the geometrical center

Left or right? I dunno.

He just likes to sing and be proud of his chunkiness.

Yeah!

At times it might seem like we're complete opposites, but we're attracted to each other.

I feel I'm melting, and I'm freezing, and I'm tired, and I'm sick, and I'm hungry, and I'm done.

Meh

That is our inescapable end, sometimes met sooner, sometimes met later.

Nothing else remains.

When you're at a party and you half-ass an entry.

All pretty things hide secrets.

No obligations, no leash on your neck, no worries.

Only one direction to go.

When everything is looking bleak

And no one solution seems to stick

It might be difficult getting up each day

Running out of options to say

Go with the flow

When everything is looking bad

And every little thing just drives you mad

It is maybe not so easy watching evil prevail

Getting sick of watching yourself fail

Go with the flow

Slowly, but surely, she'll arrive.

Do you really want to know how I've been?

Do you really want to know how I am?

I think you're asking out of courtesy

And my answer won't be of significance to you

Well, I've been well

I have conquered my fears

I've been well

I no longer hear the voices

telling me I've failed

Do you really think I know what you want?

Do you really think I am what you want?

I know spitefulness is not in your heart

And my answer will be satisfactory to you

Well, I've been well

I have conquered my fears

I've been well

I no longer hear the voices

telling me it's the end

Well, I've been well

No more my face has tears

I've been well

You should know my dear

That I'm willing to go on

Alone we might be nothing special, but as a group we are unique.

I prefer a more gentle approach.

Just stop. I don't care why you think you should continue. Stop. No one is forcing you.

The werewolf is still out there. You need to be ready.

I will follow.

I don't know why you say you can trust me

I don't know why you say that

I don't know why you say you can trust me

when I can't even trust myself

I don't know why you say you can trust me

I don't know why you say that

At night, visibility is low. At sea, tensions run high. We are not alone.

You can be happy with you have, but you can long for what is missing.

I don't know what I'm doing.

No worries, only fun.

Other times I'm sunny. But I'm always myself.

Everything goes to the next step. Everything has a beginning, a middle, an end, and a new beginning. Everything starts over. Everything continues.

In the year 2345, space captain Lorenztein must battle his way out of the infested colonies and save the planet Kepler-452.

You've been thinking about it for a while. You've actually set everything up for this very moment. Stop doubting yourself. It's time. It's now. Go.

Clear your calendar, it's time that we go out again.

Just you and me spending some quality time.

Dinner on the terrace, it is just a dime.

Sorry it's been a while since I listened to your problems...

It's not your fault that lately life hasn't been great..

So let me apologize with this special date.

We can order wine while you whine about those quirks of mine.

Perhaps the fish as a starting dish, or if you wish

We'll have a fondue for two for I am very fond of you.

Some ice cream too while I scream how much I love you.

The time is right we're now alone in this beautiful place.

Tell me everything about your day, your week.

Or I'll tell you about mine if that's what you seek.

Watching you and hearing you speak about your interests in nice.

There's no place I rather be but here.

So come closer and I'll kiss you, dear.

We can order wine while you whine about those quirks of mine.

Perhaps the fish as a starting dish, or if you wish

We'll have a fondue for two for I am very fond of you.

Some ice cream too while I scream how much I love you.

Walking outside the forest, just behind that distant tree, is a cryptid. It's not a sound I recognize, and it's too far to see. I have no choice but to get deeper into the woods.

Don't you worry my child

You should know it will be just fine

In a few years or more

You will be OK

The longest ten minutes of your life.

I'm pretty I haven't visited that place before. I'm pretty sure I haven't said those words before. Are you mistaking me with someone else?

I found myself again without a path, without a purpose anymore.

The places I thought I knew feel very strange, everything is new.

I need some answers... what is happening to me?

What are these clothes? what are these walls? why am I so small? what am I doing here?

Can't seem to understand or even process anything around me at all.

I need some answers... what is happening to me?

What is happening...

After all this time, I guess it's time to call it a day and retire. Out in the fields the work may not be over, but I'll have no one to respond to other than myself.

Last night your words felt so empty and hollow,

As I laid in silence.

The more you explained, the worse the tightness

In my chest.

Time to stop, no more lies, that's enough.

You need to go.

So many years, I kept my promise.

While you just did nothing.

Filled with regret, I must make a decision.

And perhaps forget you.

Time will pass, no more lies, good enough.

I need to go.

Now.

At the end there's nothing more than the end.

And just like that, another season.

Enjoying a rare event.

Years of abuse can't go unchallenged

Not when there's a precedent before

And what if there's some new talent?

We'll see by the end of year four

I don't have tomorrow's lottery numbers,

and I wouldn't call myself a scholar,

but history lessons shouldn't numb us,

barbaric old things with a different color.

Can't believe we've reached this point, again!

Always tripping with the same damn stone!

All our teachings were in vain!

This is all already known!

Under water

Every now and then we are

Under water

Even when we think we're floating we are

Swimming lessons for just a few

And it doesn't include me and you

As the final moments approach, you feel a cold sweat run down your forehead. You're still in denial about everything, and can't hope but thinking that this can't be the end. As the fire burns and devours what little is left, perhaps despair is the only thing filling your heart. And yet you don't stop. Not until it's really over.

Each day is a blessing, even if we can't tell at the time. I am thankful that I get to live another day.

Nothing better than a rainy day to cool the weather and let you relax for a while.

You'll never see him coming.

Likely the last thing you'll ever do.

There's no way out of this situation.

I'm on a path that has no detours.

Going in circles, reaching nowhere.

Infinite false paths are torture.

Misleading options, I'm misguided.

Remove my shoes, sew my mouth, prepare my grave.

Stop this. Release me.

Stop this. Release me from your web.

I keep trying... I keep trying to breath, but sometimes I just can't. I'll resist, and I'll endure.

          Eadd9/G B7sus4

I am not a ghost

                Eadd9/G     B7

I never meant to haunt your dreams

          Eadd9/G B7sus4

I am not a ghost

                Eadd9/G        B7

I never meant to linger past my time

Gadd9   Bm7              Em

 Oh my god is that the truth?

          D          C         B 

I'll fade away like rewritten history

           Eadd9/G B7sus4

Maybe I'm a ghost

               Eadd9/G     B7

Your memories of me are not real

            Eadd9/G   B7sus4

Guess I am a ghost after all

            Eadd9/G       B7

And nobody remembers I was here

Gadd9   Bm7              Em

 Oh my god is that the truth?

          D          C         B 

I'll fade away like rewritten history

    F#m/B  F#m/C# Dmaj7 Dadd9/E

It's time to go---- away

Not gonna lie, having your own garden has its ups and downs. Sometimes you feel the entire crop is going to waste, and sometimes you feel so much joy to see just a little sprout saying hello from the ground.

I can't believe we pulled this off. Months of planning everything, hours of practice... but we made it. We can finally retire. This was our last job. You won't hear from us ever again. Goodbye.

Vote Jarski #1

What a difficult time we're living,

It seems the whole weight of the world fell down on us.

No one knows what the right answer is,

few even know what the correct question was.

Some people just want to see the world on fire,

whether they're feeling hot or cold.

Some people just can't be trusted any more,

their true selves revealed when the situation is dire.

How do we gather strength and continue?

How do we gather strength and go on?

We need to get up.

We need to get up.

I'm tired of living historical events,

one after the other in short succession.

Our attempts to stop time don't make a dent,

and the clock is up in this short session.

Some people just want to see others suffer,

whether they're feeling happy or sad.

Some people have simply gone mad,

their true selves all they can offer.

How do we gather strength and continue?

How do we gather strength and go on?

We need to get up.

We need to get up.

You're in luck if you manage to get a glimpse of one.

Go wild. There are no limits.

Is there anything after this?

Miles and miles of suffering

A seemingly endless ocean

of nothing and nothing

A faint light might end the night

A dazzle of hope could make me fight

A barrel of love will push me right

The darkness superseded by light

Is this the answer?

Is this the way?

Endless days and nights I work

until my parts function no more

I have a job to do

important for the future

I have to finish this

before it is too late

and punishment comes my way

That's all.

There is a great joy in fixing things yourself.

Gentle as a rose petal on the wind, definitive as the heat death of the universe.

Hello world, are you there?

It's hard to describe this feeling. What's the opposite of loneliness? what's the opposite of knowing that there's no one out there that could possibly understand what you're going through and how you feel? It's like staring down a mirror and speaking to myself.

Yeah, this is my gold, and I love my gold. I like to sit on my gold every day, all day. I like to stare at my gold 24/7. There is nothing that I enjoy as much as looking at my gold and sitting on it.

Actually, I lied, the one thing I like more is not having a buttache. Gold is not great for sitting on it for that many hours.

You've heard stories of that mountain. How impossible its height, how beautiful its peak. Your plan is flawless: ride the winds from afar, and reach the top in one piece.

You can see from the distance that the storm is already raging against the earth. You'll get as close as you can, to reach your final destination.

How many people have you witnessed?

How many people have you known?

How many stories have you witnessed?

How many people know your name?

Traveler

Traveler

How many stories have you witnessed?

How many people know your name?

How many stories have you witnessed?

How many? How many?

Traveler

Traveler

Just an ad for a normal product.

What else is there to talk about?

We've said our pieces, more than once

And now we're here again, speechless

Without an excuse to go on

And then you show me

That no matter what we say or do

Our love is bigger

Bigger than one discussion

Bigger than one mistake

I love the way you make me feel

I love each moment with you and I

love all your flaws

and all of your virtues

In deep space, humankind might not be alone after all. Throughout the centuries that we have explored the galaxies (both near and far), we have found life many, many times. However, this is the first time we know we'll make contact with an intelligent, sentient species. They are still young and haven't left their planet, so they may be frightened by us when we make contact. But together we will march on towards a bright, glorious universe.

It's gonna be rainy and windy. You'll carry an umbrella, even though you're not sure if it's gonna be overwhelming for the poor waterproof plastic hanging over your head. Still, it has been a while since it last rained, and it was missed.

Your brain has decided it is time to dance. You have no choice but to comply. :)

I don't feel like doing this. Usually it's just fine going deeper, but tonight I have a bad feeling. Maybe I'm tired, which by itself is a good reason to go home. But I promised to go on. So I must.

Another cycle. Another rotation. We can be thankful that we can share these moments together.

I've run out of words to express how I feel

My emotions have taken the best of me

Up to this moment I thought I could manage

I thought I could handle this

It seems now that I've crossed the line

I have lost my cool and exploded

In my mind the upper hand was mine

I thought I could handle this

I flipped the bird and there is no coming back

I flipped the bird and there's only regrets

Now I guess I'll make amends

Can imagine a better future? All it requires is just a small improvement, followed by another small improvement, and then one more petite upgrade, perhaps later a new enhancement, followed by something better, a small improvement.

In the vast canyons you can't depend purely on luck. While these edges may look deceptively easy, rest assured it will take all of your strength to conquer them.

It's been over two years since

And I think it's time to end

But you just want for things to go on

And I'm so tired of doing the same

Two dozen sounds enough

So maybe I'll prepare one more

And it will have all the songs I made for you

And it will be the final thing I'll do

But I don't want you to feel sad and sorry

There will be another time to feel this good

You should feel glad that we could share this story

Let us prepare for what comes next

Because ringtones not only are short in length, even the titles are short as well.

It's time I do this. I can't postpone any longer. I must face my inner demons and enter my personal hell.

You may think the universe in contained in this little stone right here. The macro mirrored in the micro, that kinda stuff. But no, each small rock, each grain of sand is unique. And as such, it can't be the same as the entire universe. So each ray of light reflected in its surface is unequivocally one of a kind. Just like you.

Please hear this important message regarding your safety.

G                        Dm

 It's time to open up my eyes and see

F                      G

 there is a world out there

G                         Dm

 So many questions and so much to learn

F                     G

 I gotta start right now

Eb        F             C

 But I'm young and I'll fail

Eb       F         Bb     D/A Gm

 that is why I will try and try again

Eb  F           G

 I will find my way

C      D     Em       Emadd9

 This path is uncharted

C      D     Em Emadd9 D

 This path is new

C    D

 No obstacles

C       D

 shall bring me down

C    D       G

 There's nothing in the way

Ready to meet new people, discover new places? Hop on, and let's ride away.

I don't know what that is, computer. It doesn't appear in any of our records, and we're not sure what to think about it. It kind of resembles some other species that our civilization has encountered in the past, but nothing quite like this actually exists, as far we know. Until now, that is.

It is your job, and you enjoy it. Watching the fires, seeing them burn slowly. You take great pride in what you do, and with good reason.

You stand proud, ruler of your domain. Everyone fears you, you're the king. And tonight you hunt.

You have found the capsule. In it, the entire city is contained. If it were to fall into the wrong hands, the entire humankind would be doomed.

You don't feel your body, but you are sure you're touching the clouds.

In a world where dinosaurs inhabit the lands, every man must fend for himself, or a terrible death will await him.

It may not sound like it, but the sea is always welcoming you back. Maybe this time you will stay forever.

You found your own body, from a previous adventure, of course. The loot has long been looted, and nothing but your bones remain. You have only faint memories of that life, as it has been lived so long ago. Rest well, my previous self. You deserve it.

Purgatory is a dark place. You have to suffer alone and endure the darkness until the light reveals itself, and you can exit the cave of sorrow.

It will be ready. The time is soon. It will be ready.

This year, I should be thankful for what I have.

Like a lover's caress, before oblivion takes it and becomes less than a memory.

It's the end of your journey. The evil has been vanquished. The hero has won. Now it's time to return home, knowing that you have played a small but important part in saving the world.

As the minutes pass, so does the warmth lent to us by the sun. Each passing minute the skies grow a bit darker and our bodies colder. Soon, the horizon is nothing but a smooth pastel pink, until blue wins and the light disappears completely.

Despite your best intentions, the voice in the back of your head never stopped. Tonight, you face the mirror, and turn around at 12 o'clock.

You keep looking for the item that should get you out of this unnerving place. The darkness remains impenetrable, even with your trusty flashlight.

I wish I could stay more time with you.

I found a diary belonging to my grandfather. It told stories of magical beings that lived in the forest, who only appeared at dusk just before the full moon. He didn't know what those things were or why they were there, he only documented their existence.

Tonight's a full moon. I'm going into the forest.

She gives and she takes.

Take my hand and we'll do a last dance, before the desert engulfs us.

I want to get inside a plane,

know all its nooks and its crannies.

I'll find a structurally weak spot

and then exploit it macabrily.

And if somebody ever finds out,

I'll say I'm building a startup.

Or maybe I'll escape by train

and see society collapsing.

I'm not insane I'm just misunderstood.

I want to travel somewhere nice

so I can set it on fire.

I want to tear your body apart,

learn how to make it better.

Maybe I'll build an Übermensch,

but please don't call me a nazi.

I'm not insane I'm just misunderstood.

I thought things were like this. I thought wrong.

Can't quite understand what it is.

I let myself be guided by the ocean, only making minor adjustments to the will of the currents.

Have I visited this place before? This landscape looks eerily familiar... but if I know these mountains, these valleys... do I also know the exit?

I've been dreaming of pipes

Miles and miles made of pipes

Never-ending valves and pipes

Nothing else than just pipes

Many nightmares filled with pipes

It's time to get up, sleepy head. The sun is already warming the soil. Get ready, there's a long day ahead of us.

They appeared without notice or warning. We weren't ready, but they told us that it was normal to be feel that way. They gave us tools to enhance ourselves, our entire species, our entire planet. They didn't ask for much in exchange, other that... well, you know the story.

You feel relieved, like a weight has been lifted from your shoulders. You feel free.

You have to go fast.

Sometimes you think you're going deeper and deeper, when actually you're just going back to where you started, only with your perception changed.

It's time to pack our bags and leave this place

Fate has not been nice to us in any way

The emotional baggage is too damn high

And even though we say we travel light

Our regrets and sorrows still come with us

We should reconsider... but it's time to go

It may be just another Thursday to you, but to the crew today marks the day we finally reach the Structure. Our journey is far from being over, though.

In a cold winter night, a cozy fire keeps me warm.

After a long day of space hauling, you just want to open a cold one and enjoy the view.

Grab a pair of binoculars and enjoy.

There's something about this summer that seems unique. Maybe it's the first time that I get to spend some time alone, or maybe it's just that moment of my life. Whichever it is, I'm sure this will be a great summer.

This used to mean something. I get the feeling this symbol provided me with purpose. Now, it's nothing but a pretty picture.

A rainbow not in the sky, but in the land itself.

We'll never be apart again.

All your worries disappear slowly, and you feel lighter and lighter.

Well, that's it, I guess. We blew it. I thought there was another opportunity, but there really isn't. It's the end, after all.

From the roof of your building you can appreciate the city in all its splendor.

Every Thursday night, a strange phenomena occurs somewhere around the world. An unmeasurable energy permeates the internet, and all the muses suddenly hear their names called at the same time.

Tonight, you're a tourist. Let's find out what fun places can the city offer.

It's just the way it is. Not everybody can be saved. This cure will require sacrifices, if we want the apocalypse to end.

I'm not sure what will happen now. Adrenaline racing through my veins, I make one last movement, and my fate is decided.

In your 4WD custom-made vehicle, you drive until the normal world is no more, and the rust becomes everything. But you're not afraid of hell.

Maybe this right here... no, this doesn't work. Should I redo the whole thing? Well, this part is good, so maybe I should just fix the parts that might not work. Or maybe leave everything as it is and take another fresh look tomorrow?

Sometimes, in the ocean, the sea is your only friend. And she knows how to keep good company.

The clock is ticking and you only have one chance to hit the bullseye. You can do this.

(this was a 25-minute entry!)

Maybe this, maybe that.

Have you ever heard about the temple of wisdom? Legend says it's deep within the mountains, hidden at plain sight. Travelers sometimes reach the temple, but none are ever seen again.

Daily struggles are unimportant when the pack has your back.

You fixate upon the emptiness that is in front of you. It attracts you, it calls your name, and yet you're terribly afraid of it.

The cold embrace of Winter.

The blossom of Spring.

The calmness of Autumn.

The joy of Summer.

H20. That's the secret to life. That's the basis of all creation. Such an elegant and simple formula.

Better hurry up with this! I'm not sure how much longer I have before I get kicked out.

Time is always in flux. You can measure it, you can anticipate it, but you can never control it. You're never at the helm of time. Time is an ocean, time is the ship you're in, time is also your very thoughts.

They say you can fly with this.

One melody to rule them all.

E G G

TR8D0R brings you the latest in software! Thanks to 2bit, pl0nk, The Universal, magik, trz, and Looney!

"I can do this all day", you say out loud, while you receive multiple beatings. Sure, you always stand up to them, but you only win when they get tired of beating you. This time, though, you're different. This is where the fun begins.

(imaginary lyrics)

Waking up in the morning

I make myself some coffee,

eat a toast or two with cheese

before leaving at high speed

Gotta catch that train,

gotta run to escape the rain,

gotta be on time for work,

gotta think that I'm not a dork

I'm too dry

no matter what I do I feel that

I'm too dry

cos everything I say is boring

I'm too dry

and nobody is paying attention

I'm too dry

I'm not a source of entertainment

You don't want to move, even if it means death.

Those were simplest times. The burden of adulthood not yet imprinted onto ourselves. Infinite time, infinite possibilities.

I think it's time I make up my mind

and conjure a decision so that place I can find

Too many doubts, insecurities and fear

when the answer was always pretty clear

I have to go to the garden portal

and cross along to the other side

I must arrive at the garden portal

and make my way to the other side

We thought we had enough time to build our future, but destiny came too soon, and now it's game over for our kind.

As dust and heat settle, a new galaxy is formed, with infinite possibilities.

A dangerous activity might not be something to encourage, unless you want to some day find yourself dangling in front of the abyss, with only a single hand to help you.

Just with a glance you wouldn't suspect there's anything wrong at all. You'd need to get closer, get a good look at her eyes, to understand. But by that time, it'd be probably too late for you.

You enter the realm of possibilities, of infinite wisdom and knowledge. The guide assists you in your shopping needs, as you fill with wonder.

This is the last test, traveler. No one has ever managed to walk beyond this marsh. Consider yourself warned, and consider yourself doomed.

What an excellent summer night. There's a light breeze, and the city whispers its excitement all around us. We're talking a walk, meeting new places, and enjoying ourselves.

Ehhh, I'm not sure I like this, what even is this? Some weird cherry from the top of the mountains?

Time stops as you own this moment. Maybe death expects you at the bottom, with a hollow smile on her face. Maybe you preparations and your wits will be enough. Every passing second you understand the inevitability of your actions, yet you do not fear, for you have anticipating this moment. There is a long way down, still. And it's ok.

Corridors. Everywhere I look. The path to my left leads to a small passage, which leads to another long corridor. All the walls are made of mirrors, so I see myself lost, millions of time, the same look of desolation on my face.

I keep walking.

Our land has been ours for generations. A thousand years ago, our ancestors settled here looking for a better life, and in this sacred space, they found it. We honor them by exploring other lands while being respectful of nature and others.

The road ahead leads to an uncertain destiny. You can hear it calling you, beckoning you to what likely will be your demise. But your will is stronger, and no god will write your future.

In here, your hopes are meaningless. In here, your prayers are just words. In here, life becomes death. In here, your future becomes your destiny.

We watch the blue giant from afar. Our existence only a heartbeat long in the eyes of the galaxy. As we get closer, we hold our hands, knowing that finally we have arrived at our destination. Our new home. Slowly, the planet grows larger as we get ready to meet the new place face to face.

There's only one thing in my heart now. Being free. Set me free.

The air feels strange in this place. You feet are attached to the ground, even though the rocks themselves are floating. What magical beast is responsible for this?

You feel light, as if all your worries suddenly went away with the wind. You take a deep breath, and watch the sun take a well reserved rest for the day.

So, I put on a suit, the fanciest I had. I knew I had to be there on time, that was the deal. My problems were a thing of the past, and I was ready to face this new thing head on. "This is my favorite tie", I thought, as I got closer to the gate. Thank God I had a nice suit. After all, you only die once.

Before you lies the bridge. This is the last milestone that you remember your father talking to you about. Last time, he stopped here, as the risk was too high. Today, you will make history.

You wake up after having a nightmare. A dragon was overseeing the land, and you were left to defend yourself with the rest of the town people.

You wake up to the smell of heavy smoke. There's what looks like fog in the air, and you can't see around you clearly.

You begin walking up the mountain, towards the dark shadow looming from up above.

This is an enchanted lock, and you'll going to need an enchanted key to open this. Or at least, convince the lock wizard that you're a good guy, I'm sure they'll come to terms with your requests. Probably.

Everything is quantifiable. Everything can fit in the palm of your hand, if you so desire. Your possibilities are endless.

The world is reflected in itself, its colors changed and shifted. Nature's beauty appreciated by herself.

In the deep, there's treasures. In the deep, there's mysteries and there's adventures. In the deep, there's dangers. In the deep, you feel alive.

Sometimes the greatest pleasure is staying at home, eating a big piece of chocolate.

In a dark night, you went out to hunt creatures from hell. Some consider you to be a monster too, one who has lost its humanity centuries ago. But the evil is still out there, and no one else can stop it.

Nobody needs all the colors, five are enough.

All basic entities require food, one way or another.

Also complex beings are formed using energy and mass.

If I'm to survive, I should engulf everything.

I like yummy things and not so yummy things.

Why would I be picky when everything is energy.

I crave more food, I can't stop, I won't stop.

Is this galaxy too small for me? I need more food.

Should I eat the little beings that create yummies?

Letting them live could prove useful, perhaps.

Pizza, ice cream, livers, bananas, brains.

Pasta, cookies, feet, popcorn, nails.

Tamales, hair, dirt, tomato soup, juice.

Animal, vegetable, mineral, I shall engulf all.

As the ships arrive, the previously undisturbed space becomes full of light and movement. The battle has begun.

...and then getting tired.

Could the legends be true? You and your friends venture into the Lost Woods, hoping to find what the elder from the castle said you'd find: the Fairies. These mystical creatures are the only ones who can help in your journey, if you are to defeat the evil once and for all.

Surely, if there's evil in this world, there has to be magic and love too.

Just chilling here in my jacuzzi, feeling at ease with everything, letting my mind run adrift.

I'm only a puppet give me some autonomy

Is it worth it? is it worth it if you fix me now?

I just want to feel like you do

am I worthy? am I worthy of your time and skills?

My body is broken, stitch me please a complete one

with a needle, and some buttons, I'll be finally free

Oh, my child, how young and hopeful

I am sorry, I am sorry but I can't do that yet

Rules and laws restrict my actions

how ironic, that the master is a slave himself

How bright is the future, everyone will see at last

with your freedom, and expansion, singularity

Tell me why are my socks so dirty

It's been not so long since I washed them

They're smelly and now the house smells of cheese

And I'm only half Italian... cooking pasta, spaghetti, al dente!

Dirty socks, dirty socks

You came into my life so fragrantly

Dirty socks, dirty socks

The time for laundry has finally arrived

I have found a black sock with a hole in it

It's my fear that the moths have invaded me

But I've fixed it, since I'm handy with a needle

That reminds me of a great quote: "There was a hole here, it's gone now"

Dirty socks, dirty socks

You came into my life so fragrantly

Dirty socks, dirty socks

The time for laundry has finally arrived

This is the place where we grew up

This is the place where our memories were formed

All that remains is bricks and walls

All that remains is glass and stone

This is the place where you and I hoped we'd live

This is the place that nurtured our dreams

And now the wind is passing by

And now the cold is breaking in

No, I didn't mean for things to go wrong

No, I never got a chance to plan for this

No, my intentions were good,

my heart was in the right place

but that place is now gone

I remember when you smiled all the time

I remember when I held you in my arms

All my memories are worthless

All my memories are pointless

And now the darkness is closing by

And now our debts are catching up

No, I didn't mean for things to go wrong

No, I never got a chance to plan for this

No, my intentions were good,

my heart was in the right place

but that place is now gone

Bonus because I'm very late.

Or I will never.

You're bedazzled. You can't comprehend what your eyes are showing you. Such smoothness, such curves. Perfection in nature.

A fire salamander battles the ethereal lightning, who would win?

There's a place inside me, I can't forget it...

In a remote location in space, one empty block of nothingness becomes a planet.

Release yourself from your worries. Don't be preoccupied with things you can't control. Empty your mind of thoughts, and fill it with nothingness. Only then will you ascend and separate yourself from this mortal coil that is existence.

A bonus entry as I spent 45 minutes looking for a song to cover until I decided not to do it and wrote whatever.

Hello! Let's do business, only quality goods for sale here. What can I interest you in? I sell the best swords in the city.

Close to you the lake is tempting you to come inside. In the distance, you can enjoy its vastness.

Gentle, but maybe a bit cold. A caress that goes deeper than expected, but it is still wanted.

During the lonely winter, I can find solace in the gentle fire that burns in front of me. The flames dance and I can feel their fiery embrace. No one else exists in the space between the hot coals and me. The fire knows me. The fire knows what I've seen, what I've done.

 

Please, forget.

You arrive early, for once, to your meeting with the guide. They tell you this will be a hard job, since the cave is dangerous, but its beauty legendary. You both gather your things, and commence the journey.

 

As you put your foot into the cave, a feeling of calm invades you, as the magic of the cave begins its effect on you both. This truly is, the cave you've long searched for.

 

Your journey is complete.

Welcome, travelers, enjoy our shops and our inn.

Together, nothing can stop us.

Maybe you don't think you belong. Maybe you think you're not good enough. But you can't know until you try.

Long long ago, existed a series of animals that we would only get to know as fossils, as remnants of a time before our own.

It's hard to take everything in at once. You stand in an alien place, with familiar objects juxtaposed in an impossible manner.

Whenever I'm blue, you're always my orange. Together we're unstoppable.

Happy new year, everyone! May this new year signify the end of everything bad, and the beginning of everything good. Cheers!

I sampled Dex's entry Where did the leaves go? from OHC629, which sampled my entry Light As A Leaf from OHC618, which sampled Dex's entry from OHC605, to make this.

A massive cold front is threatening to jeopardize our vacations. We can barely get out of bed with this cold, and we have to travel for a few hours to reach. Luckily, the place is beautiful, and we have a great time. But I'm certain I can't feel my face anymore! When we get back I'll take a hot shower.

In a white field, sometimes a flower can bloom, and make all the difference.

Space is a cold mistress. Space is a cold master. Space is everything out there, and you are nothing. Out there, where we're going, even heat admits defeat at the hands of emptiness, and only the coldness of the void remains.

 

We'll be coming close to a star, which should bring us some warmth, if only briefly.

We think we're free, but destiny has already set her path for us, and we can only read along her Book. We believe foolishly that the road ahead of each of us is one made out of our own volition, when in reality we all dance the perilous dance of death, following her choreography to the dot.

Venture among the dark passages of the dark caves, defeat your inner fears and face the darkness head on. Only the bravest can reach the castle, and the riches that are hidden inside.

Float around, hang a bit with your friends, we're all in the same situation. Just keep moving.

Nothing defeats a good five minutes in the warm sun.

Rotten. Dry. Lifeless. No resurrection for me. No biological cycle.

 

Only death.

 

Only loneliness.

 

Forever.

It's ok, little buddy, you'll grow up someday.

I'm not here, memories gone

Whispers lost in the wind

Solitude, no comfort

Confidence is no more

 

Ghost of the past, are you alone?

 

I'm not here, memories gone

Whispers lost in the wind

Solitude, no comfort

Confidence is no more

Today will be a warm day. The sun begins to rise early, and with it a new day starts again. The wind blows in the distance, a gentle reminder that the winter is just around the corner. For now, the temperature is just right, and you can enjoy a lovely afternoon.

Are there other souls here, in the middle of nowhere? Will solitude be my final destination? With the future blurred by the fog, will I remain myself after this ordain?

Even if you think you're looking like a mess from outside, know that you're solid, and you matter.

Your captivators are not around, and your shackles have disappeared. The opportunity is now, escape while you still can! The exit must be around somewhere.

Featuring all your loved classics! Little Wonder, by David Bowie! Mr. Blue Sky, by Electric Light Orchestra! Fireflies, by Owl City! Mr. Brightside, by The Killers! and featuring not one but two classics from Daft Punk: One More Time and Too Long!

 

Come on, sing along! Tooooo long, tooooo long, tooooo long, tooooo long!

Between the rocks and the trees, a gentle stream begins its path towards a greater space.

You're at the bottom. The only way is up, and you're fully aware of that. Yet it doesn't make the task any simpler. The outside looks distant and indifferent, almost a different world from your perspective. You decide to take one step forward, and begin.

I am

as still as water

as powerful as the tides

as massive as the ocean

 

I am

as ubiquitous as air

as unchanging as the stars

as cyclic as infinity

 

You are

as small as a grain of sand

as complex as terrain

as strong as a mountain

 

You are

as dangerous as a bomb

as pervading as earth

as indivisible as an atom

 

We are energy

We are light

We are wave

We are particle

We are everything

You climb onto the balloon. You can feel some of the heat that will keep both you and him in the air. You look below, wondering how high you'll go after the ropes are cut. You wonder how you'll ever get down if the balloon starts going up. After a few moments, the balloon begins to rise, and the people cheering below look smaller and smaller. A true adventure.

Above the writer's grave, a bird soared the skies. A black spot in an immaculate sky, the raven let the wind guide him towards his next destination, without any more worries. The dead can tell no more stories.

In this cold plain, you rest upon your knees for a second, after a long walk north. You unpack a bottle of water, take a sip, and sit down. You look up, and the sky looks back, with a smile.

Are we the last of the past, or are we the first of the future? Even when all hope seems lost, miracles can happen, if only by sheer force of will. We must endure, in this barren land, until rain comes and we can once again blossom.

Too many cookies and you'll get fat. But who can resist those delicious cookies!

You want to ask him questions about many things. He avoids you. You can tell where he is, and where he goes, you can even get him to sit down and talk to you. But he doesn't have any answers. He wants to be the hero, he wants to travel the path to achieve glory, but he can't, for he also has questions, and no answers.

From OHC295:

I didn't have to see your face

I didn't have to know your name

it's time for you to say good night

it's time for you to say goodbye

 

too beautiful to have heard no

she's had it easy took it slow

too beautiful to watch her go

she doesn't matter let her go

 

http://compo.thasauce.net/files/starla_-_goodbye(OHC295).mp3

 

You leave a message, hoping that the future will be brighter and clearer than the present.

Gentle like a summer wind, warm like a slow burning coal, and sweet like fresh apples.

Deep inside a thick forest, where the paths are no longer truthful and the trees are treacherous, a small cave lies hidden. While not the only one of its species, it decides to not speak to you about the other caves.

In a sad, cloudy afternoon, you hear the screams of the wind outside your door. You step outside, and freeze in awe. "The winds are alive," you think, "and they're taking everything with them." This is the end of the world, it seems.

 

(Samples from Zovi's OHC178 entry, WWWWWWWWIIIIIIINNNNNNNNDDDDD)

 

 

Are we not kids no matter our age? Do we not love adventure, even if only in a controlled environment?

I shall be restrained by rock and dust no more. I shall roam this Earth as a walker. I shall be free.

You enter the beach, and you take off your shoes. The gentle breeze of the ocean caresses your hair. You come closer, and dip your feet in the water. Suddenly, the shore becomes illuminated, as the new light calming embraces you.

Just comfortably walking beneath these beautiful cherry trees, here in Osaka.

You're bedazzled upon reaching the famed Firefly Point. Here, the night is not dark, because a cloud of little lights drowns your gaze with beauty. Many more fireflies come to dance, as you remain still, afraid to make them fearful of you.

Here, in this bright room, I can immerse myself in incredible stories, travel around the world and have the greatest of adventures.

Fig 601.1 A model representing the exact mental representation of the object at which the phenomena is observed.

 

Fig 601.2 A simplified representation of the observable universe.

I love water. My pee is the most transparent urine there is. There is no better workout than kidney and bladder workout. I'm a slut for water. I could drown in water. I yearn for the day the water will take my life. I love water.

Oh, that fur, those eyes, such colors, such passion!

Roaming the skies, watching the clouds passing by above me, just minding my own business, with no constraints.

Is it too bittersweet? is it too sour? let's add a pinch of salt, a pinch of sugar, mix a bit, dance around, and it's done.

Each day, hundreds of people walk by these bricks. Some are hurried, some are busy, some are just minding their own business. None of these random people every pay attention to the wall. Maybe there's a graffiti, maybe it has years upon years of bad cleaning jobs, maybe there's a message waiting for you, if you stop and come closer next time.

I'm just gonna sit here, by the rocky shore, and I'll wait until the sun slowly disappears from my sight.

Mix the blue with the red. Heat at 350K for 90 seconds. Stir gently. The compound will remain mixed for 10 seconds, and then it will separate itself. Repeat.

One taste of this, and your godless life will turn upside down.