PshhhhAll the world's an engine roomPshhhh by Pachunka
All orange cogs and steam and sweat
And if it gets any more crowded in here
We're not gonna care if it breaks down
Mutterings of a ConfusioniteMutterings of a Confusionite by Pachunka
How easy it is to get lost in the elegance of a warm,
spring day's lie in the parky grass. Even the birds are just
Grass has a tendency to tickle away worry and the
false walls of clashing emotions and meaningless trials to
find out who gets put in charge of what. Like any of us is
any good at anything.
Windy air and warm yellow photons. Tastes like love.
Meanwhile, it's all spinning and gliding through space,
so that we can all enjoy it again another day.
I just wonder where the hell it is we're going.
The Big BangThe Big Bang by Pachunka
I am the Big Bang.
I made your cereal.
Eat your cereal and think of the Big Bang.
The Pachian Chronicles: PondsThe Pachian Chronicles: Ponds by Pachunka
I sleep and I not-sleep. Nightly, I hop from stone to stone and pond to pond. Science the kaleidoscope looks a bit different from each, and I['d like to] learn to run with it. Every night is a corridor of stars and every next day I am somewhere else. Every thing seems the same, but it's been moving around: a lot. Chasing serenity is silly because you break it when you find it. Chasing chaos is fulfilling: like looking directly into the sun, but I hear you shouldn't do that too often.
Every day I learn to see new cracks in the landscape, and I want to fall through them. Something terribly brilliant is in there: something pure and deafening.
Those crazy robot IO BrothersA1: "What_is_that_sound?"Those crazy robot IO Brothers by Pachunka
A2: "I do not hear any things."
A3: "It's a series of high-pitched ringing blips, isn't it A1?"
A2: "Still not hearing any things."
A3: "I think we'll find it over here, A1."
The brothers clunk across the garden. A1 knocks over a flowerpot. It breaks.
A3: "It'll repair itself, let's continue."
A2: "Where are you all going?"
A3: "I think I found it. It's vibrating."
A3: "Good work."
A2: "Something frightening happened!"
A1 and A3 scrutinise their new find for a few minutes.
A3: "You shouldn't just crack open alien technology A1. What if you don't know the protocol to fix it?"
A1: "Oxigymousphere_technology_is_not_beyond_our_technology. It_will_be_fine."
A3: "The ringing from the thing is getting irritating."
Fast comes running from the house.
Fast: "Guys, put that down! That's a little robin. It's a bird!"
A3: "A what?"
Give it to me, IsabelleSomething wasn't right. And it was a really bad time for things not to be right.Give it to me, Isabelle by Pachunka
"AV, did Jesse just teleport out of the town?"
"Yes. She did."
A really, really bad time.
"Can Jesse teleport?"
"No. No she can't."
It couldn't actually have been a worse time, in fact.
"And she definitely did it?"
"It was her own signal. She just... poofed... herself."
Silver was annoyed. He had one job, and suddenly it wasn't going well. He also hadn't had any breakfast. Ever.
"What will we do?"
AV was more surprised at this than he was at the unexpected exhibition of telepowers from Ms. Jesse. He wanted to be stern, and to take himself and Silver immediately to Reality Maintenance, but there wasn't going to be many more opportunities for pancakes. There really wasn't.
Off they went. It was a short walk to the establishment, and a sunny one. The barman was the only person inside; everyone else was out being bewildered at the disappearance of Jesse.
I am YouLife spoke to the void.
"Why do so many hate me? Yet they cling so tightly to my cloak."
Death spoke to the void.
"I am accursed and feared by so many. Yet they all come to me in the end."
Joy spoke to the void.
"I am pursued by all. Yet they find me so elusive."
Hope asked the void:
"Why am I both held so tightly and thrown so easily away?"
War spoke to the void.
"I am what they hate. Yet they cannot live without me."
Peace spoke to the void.
"I am sought by all. Yet they have never found me"
Innocence asked the void:
"Why am I both the first they have and the first they lose?"
Strife asked the void:
"Why am I the one that they hate to love? Yet they still do so love me."
Intellect said to the void:
"I lead them further toward salvation. Yet I also lead them toward destruction."
Madness asked the void:
"Why are those blessed by me the only ones to see the truth?"
Sanity asked the void:
"Why am I both the lense to see and the fog obscuring?"
Sleep said the the void:
"I am necessary to