Childs naming ceremony is now over, starts to play Tarantella Napoletano with ukulele and my godfather plays accordion.
Okay this image will be tainted to my mind forever, as does the small plastic crocodile that was placed next to cake, just because it's fancy, lol.
Invention master cape has neat particle effect got it yesterday, now it needs ancient Nordic runes
around trimmed blue lines. Recolored also my staff of light to blue, just for fun.
A given mission, mechanical assault, manufactured devotion.
Red eyes, an upside-down form. Even the twisted shape was made to be that way.
No matter how cruel the slaughter, worse than a demon's,
or how gentle the kindness, greater than an angel's,
a machine has neither will nor madness—only code, and a few bugs.
So why, then, does it feel so unbearably sad?