Eris,
Deliver me from Cool, from Cred, from Consensus
Deliver me from Slang, from Trends, from Hipness
Deliver me from the app everybody is using
Deliver me from the transcendental festival experience
Deliver me from New York--that shining city on the hill where dreams come true in movies
Deliver me from that thing on netflix that's SO GOOD, you HAVE to watch it, it's AMAZING
Deliver me from Brooklyn, the beating heart of young and hot
Delver me from what's going on this weekend, the primal chase of fox and hound
Deliver me from the dash, the feed, the stream
Deliver me from The Scene, from speaking in tongues, from stigmata
Deliver me from alchemical youth
Deliver me from the eroding fertile mud of the ravenous riverbank, that Jordan where we dredge up and baptize
Deliver me from grave robbing sepia-junkies and the Frankenstein monsters they build from childhood like block busting golems
From the magnetic congregation and the holy grail which connects cool and earth, please liberate me
From the tyrants and priests of power, please liberate me
For my profane alien heart, please liberate me
:mittens: of course you do realise that now her ladyship is most probably going to double down on all of that shit :evil:
inspired by the above, someone on tumblr wrote this (https://we-are-nightwalker.tumblr.com/post/176039165526/prayer-to-eris-transphobic-racist)
Prayer to Eris
by we-are-nightwalker (https://we-are-nightwalker.tumblr.com)
Eris, free me from greatness.
Free me from wholesomeness, honor and duty.
Free me from sacrifice, valor and glory.
Free me from pedestals, from hatred, from worship,
from grace, from elegance, from being good enough,
from justice, from virtue, from measuring up,
from burnings-in-effigy and V for Vendetta,
from starfish, from coins buried in earth,
from today's new outrage and yesterday's heroes,
from trumpanzees, trannies, niggers and kikes,
from angels and devils, from saints and sinners.
Free me from serving in Heaven and reigning in Hell,
and let me be as common as rich earth.
Free me from mending-with-gold and the beauty of flaws,
and let me be an ugly rock fallen off some mountain.
Cast down the heroes, the saints, the models,
the lords and the ladies,
the kind, good-hearted, noble and virtuous:
let them all dwell in the mud with me.
Cast down the villains, the tyrants, the killers,
the pedophiles, gangsters, bigots, abusers,
the wretched, the petty, the awful, the cruel:
let them all grow in the mud with me.
Free me from fear, and tell me
that despite it all, the ones I love will be with me.
Free me from fear, and let me become
as weak, selfish, sickly and monstrous as I am.
From my own love of beauty, please liberate me.
For my ugly, disconsolate heart, please liberate me.
Can i be selective?