Have a happy day !
Always fun to find things!
That's a very milky cup of tea.
In this northernmost chilly wilderness...
I have of late,?but wherefore I know not,?lost all my mirth, forgone all custom of exercises; and indeed, it goes so heavily with my disposition that this goodly frame, this Ur, seems to me a sterile promontory; this most excellent canopy, the air, look you, this brave o?erhanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted with golden fire,?why, it appears no other thing to me than a foul and pestilent congregation of pixels. What a piece of work is a Glitch! How noble in reason! how infinite in faculties! in form and moving, how express and admirable! in action how like an angel! in apprehension, how like a Giant! the beauty of the world! the paragon of animals! And yet, to me, what is this quintessence of dust? Piggies delight not me?no, nor bean-counters neither, though by your smiling you seem to say so.
Snow and Dirty Rain, Richard Siken, final
I had a dream about you. We were in the gold room
where everyone finally gets what they want.
You said Tell me about your books, your visions made
of flesh and light and I said This is the Moon. This is
the Sun. Let me name the stars for you. Let me take you
there. The splash of my tongue melting you like a sugar
cube... We were in the gold room where everyone
finally gets what they want, so I said What do you
want, sweetheart? and you said Kiss me. Here I am
leaving you clues. I am singing now while Rome
burns. We are all just trying to be holy. My applejack,
my silent night, just mash your lips against me.
We are all going forward. None of us are going back.
What a fitting street to leave a farewell note...
Farewell, fine Glitchen! It's been amazing.
I've never been so far east until now. This world is beautiful. Thank you, Ur. Thank you, giants.
To Whomever May Come Across This...
I was a tourist that joined this wonderful game during the last days. Scribblecat, a beautiful friend of mine, brought me here to share with me something she loved. I didn't know what to think in the beginning, but within minutes, I was awestruck with Glitch's kind-hearted nature and unique brand of foolery. I've seen astounding scenery, sent cubimals to war, fed pigs themselves and pondered the emblems of the Giants. I've overthought beans 11 times over and cuddled with the heli cats. I stood before the Shrine to Stoot... and then met the man by happenstance. Yet I know that I cannot possibly have scratched the surface of this massive imagi-drome's offerings that Stoot's doll attests to wanting to make bigger. Though I am limited by my lack of experience, I've seen more than enough to feel sorrow as the sun sets on this place one final time. So to whomever finds this, thank you for being a part of this humble game of imagination.
May this note live in the memory of its reader.
From whence the Final Tourist came...
And went back again...
In the forests of my makers, I am undone
Why must the giants wake up? I wish to live in this dream forevermore. Please, don't let the dream be forgotten!
Back to IRL I guess...
Back to IRL I guess...