School has been let out and all hell has broken loose. Gods and Goddesses are at each others gate in all out open confrontation. Some simple human fool has let loose a terrible God.
The destruction of Paris continues apace. The English speaking international school for the spawn of diplomats and other overly wealthy Anglo-Saxon types is now well into a major wall removal street ditching noise producing deconstruction job. Workman might not realize the digging would have unintended consequences. The work proceeded at a reckless pace.
In Paris, just to name a few, there is the Goddess of the Sky and of the Moon, Gods of the River, Goddesses of the Statuary in Public Places, and Gods of the Cavernous Underworld. All you have to do is visit the museums and look carefully around public monuments. These Gods and Goddesses are celebrated throughout the city.
What I find amusing is that most people think these images are fabrications of fiction arising from the overly (wine) lubricated minds of France's well known artists.
One day, to the destruction noises from the school was added an oh so very special Parisian scent. It was the kind of scent that makes one realize there are a great many humans living in close proximity here and that dead things are not always pleasant. It was the kind of scent that told one there is a reason the Romans invented pipes to plumb shit away from human establishments.
Like a Jen from a Lamp, the God of the Cavernous Underworld had escaped the Deep Dark Realms to freely roam the streets of Passy.
We now understood what the school was having destroyed. It was the boys and girls bathroom.
Nature is, we are often told, supposed to be about "balance." I'm not entirely sure who's story this is or actually how accurate the idea of "balance" is. I suspect a ruse and a lie and someone somewhere is benefiting from this timeless lie.
More properly considered from the perspectives of Gods and Goddesses, the God of the Cavernous Underworld had to be put back in his place. Otherwise the place would, quite literally, stink. Screw "balance."
There was a hint of electric anticipation in the air. The Goddess of the Sky and of the Moon was casting aside Her Deep Slumber.
Last evening, around 17h00, give or take a minute or two, our Goddess had a thing or two to say about the free roaming stink god. Once loosed on the world, He would not go quietly nor would He be easily controlled.
For twenty or thirty minutes we witnessed the power of Our Goddess. Impressive are Her abilities to light up the sky. Fabulous is Her strength to hurl great sonic walls of sound off the rooftops of Paris' ancient architecture. Rather serious forces were put to work.
Lightning danced between clouds. Thunder rolled almost continuously. Rain drenched the city. Gutters were rendered useless. Lakes formed along the rues and avenues of the city. The Goddess sent humans scampering, slithering, and sloshing into places of hiding. Hail nailed streets and buildings hard to terra firma and strong-armed the God of the Cavernous Underworld back into his place.
Jude thought tornadoes might be developing. Looking at the photos I took as the storm was ending, I can't say she was wrong, though I wondered at the time why she was hiding the salle de bain. I failed to understand she would know of the Goddesses strength.
It took twenty or thirty minutes for the Goddess of the Sky and of the Moon to complete her work. The task was done and the God Chasing thunder and lightning moved east of the city.
The sewer smell is gone. For now, at least.
It makes me wonder what the Gods are up to in the UK and Russia. Surely, workmen there haven't loosed their own Stink Gods on the world, have they?
Goddess of the Sky and the Moon's pixies...
The destruction of Paris continues apace. The English speaking international school for the spawn of diplomats and other overly wealthy Anglo-Saxon types is now well into a major wall removal street ditching noise producing deconstruction job. Workman might not realize the digging would have unintended consequences. The work proceeded at a reckless pace.
In Paris, just to name a few, there is the Goddess of the Sky and of the Moon, Gods of the River, Goddesses of the Statuary in Public Places, and Gods of the Cavernous Underworld. All you have to do is visit the museums and look carefully around public monuments. These Gods and Goddesses are celebrated throughout the city.
What I find amusing is that most people think these images are fabrications of fiction arising from the overly (wine) lubricated minds of France's well known artists.
One day, to the destruction noises from the school was added an oh so very special Parisian scent. It was the kind of scent that makes one realize there are a great many humans living in close proximity here and that dead things are not always pleasant. It was the kind of scent that told one there is a reason the Romans invented pipes to plumb shit away from human establishments.
Like a Jen from a Lamp, the God of the Cavernous Underworld had escaped the Deep Dark Realms to freely roam the streets of Passy.
As the Goddess passed...
We now understood what the school was having destroyed. It was the boys and girls bathroom.
Nature is, we are often told, supposed to be about "balance." I'm not entirely sure who's story this is or actually how accurate the idea of "balance" is. I suspect a ruse and a lie and someone somewhere is benefiting from this timeless lie.
More properly considered from the perspectives of Gods and Goddesses, the God of the Cavernous Underworld had to be put back in his place. Otherwise the place would, quite literally, stink. Screw "balance."
There was a hint of electric anticipation in the air. The Goddess of the Sky and of the Moon was casting aside Her Deep Slumber.
Last evening, around 17h00, give or take a minute or two, our Goddess had a thing or two to say about the free roaming stink god. Once loosed on the world, He would not go quietly nor would He be easily controlled.
For twenty or thirty minutes we witnessed the power of Our Goddess. Impressive are Her abilities to light up the sky. Fabulous is Her strength to hurl great sonic walls of sound off the rooftops of Paris' ancient architecture. Rather serious forces were put to work.
Lightning danced between clouds. Thunder rolled almost continuously. Rain drenched the city. Gutters were rendered useless. Lakes formed along the rues and avenues of the city. The Goddess sent humans scampering, slithering, and sloshing into places of hiding. Hail nailed streets and buildings hard to terra firma and strong-armed the God of the Cavernous Underworld back into his place.
Chasing the God of the Cavernous Underworld back into dark places...
Jude thought tornadoes might be developing. Looking at the photos I took as the storm was ending, I can't say she was wrong, though I wondered at the time why she was hiding the salle de bain. I failed to understand she would know of the Goddesses strength.
It took twenty or thirty minutes for the Goddess of the Sky and of the Moon to complete her work. The task was done and the God Chasing thunder and lightning moved east of the city.
The sewer smell is gone. For now, at least.
It makes me wonder what the Gods are up to in the UK and Russia. Surely, workmen there haven't loosed their own Stink Gods on the world, have they?
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