Floating Key
I’d gotten here by flying and just thinking about that detail was enough to set me off.
I’d decided to make a burial site for Chico, to finally send him off, and this pretty-ass island was good for it. I mean, it was still wet and cold but I was able to find a dryish spot that was mostly hidden by fanned palm leaves that arched high overhead, catching like 89% of the raindrops that fell through the canopy. I ain’t have a body so I just found some moldy coconuts and dug them deeply into the dirt, the pure exertion of digging several feet into the jungle ground being its own gift. But then that wasn’t enough--so I decided to be fancy and I found some flowers and I burned them, setting them aflame with a spark of my shockblood, because I’d gotten myself mixed up with the concepts of flowers for someone’s grave and burning incense for spiritual cleansing, so I guess I ended up doing both.
Except it sort of backfired on me, cuz even though those rose leaves were smoldering with an earthy, homey, pleasant scent, it was fucking me up and pretty soon I was losing track of exactly what I was doing, or that I was supposed to be fucked up over the death of my companion. I mean, he probably would’ve liked this; I was sprawled on the ground, the world around me spinning in a sluggish, languid twilight of the soggy setting sun, and I belted out a funeral march.
“I….I really miss my Chiiiiiiicoooooooo.”
I mean, I was belting out something.
“I said I…...I really miiiss my Chiiiiiicooooooo.”
Personally I wouldn’t march to this song in all honesty.
{STRONG LANGUAGE WARNING, CLICK AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION but this is basically the song that Ros is singing with obvious alterations if you\'re curious!}
"talk"
I’d decided to make a burial site for Chico, to finally send him off, and this pretty-ass island was good for it. I mean, it was still wet and cold but I was able to find a dryish spot that was mostly hidden by fanned palm leaves that arched high overhead, catching like 89% of the raindrops that fell through the canopy. I ain’t have a body so I just found some moldy coconuts and dug them deeply into the dirt, the pure exertion of digging several feet into the jungle ground being its own gift. But then that wasn’t enough--so I decided to be fancy and I found some flowers and I burned them, setting them aflame with a spark of my shockblood, because I’d gotten myself mixed up with the concepts of flowers for someone’s grave and burning incense for spiritual cleansing, so I guess I ended up doing both.
Except it sort of backfired on me, cuz even though those rose leaves were smoldering with an earthy, homey, pleasant scent, it was fucking me up and pretty soon I was losing track of exactly what I was doing, or that I was supposed to be fucked up over the death of my companion. I mean, he probably would’ve liked this; I was sprawled on the ground, the world around me spinning in a sluggish, languid twilight of the soggy setting sun, and I belted out a funeral march.
“I….I really miss my Chiiiiiiicoooooooo.”
I mean, I was belting out something.
“I said I…...I really miiiss my Chiiiiiicooooooo.”
Personally I wouldn’t march to this song in all honesty.
{STRONG LANGUAGE WARNING, CLICK AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION but this is basically the song that Ros is singing with obvious alterations if you\'re curious!}
"talk"
Quit Hollerin' "Why God?", he ain't got shit to do with it.
♥♥ kate has it going on
"Volterra" Otem" maybe??? BUT GENERALLY OPEN TO ALL YALL
