Leaves Today


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So I mixed up Liu and Ruyu
Mistook Xue for Xe, Wei and Liu
Where Wei strokes are in Xue anyway
And pronounced Liu only when before Ye

Shouldn’t be much of a big deal
Sometimes it’s Xiao or Chu instead too

Easy to mistake for either Guang Hao, I guess.
Or with Cao, much like Yin, ends almost the same.
Now there’s either Mu, Zhuan, or Tong as well… sigh
It can only three characters Wei Liu Ye: Wei Liu, or Xiao Wei?

(and I can`t even yè)

Leaves today

Small bleeding leaves
It leaves little bloodshed

Bleedleaf didn’t bleed that day
So bleeding leaves bled

Leaf bleeding leaves bloodshed

The leaves are bleeding
But not bleeding Bleedleaf

Bleedleaf does not bleed

Will, won’t, would, want.


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It would be fair to include, and perhaps serve as a warning to those not familiar with this kind of beast beautifully drawn animal, that Capicorn horns are stimulated by tearing into flesh and other squishy bits, allowing it to filter in blood and such juicy life fluids, creating that chemical reaction in Capicorn’s brain which, giving it much pleasure, increases and accelerates the process while nutrients in its own system are converted into currency, which is then evacuated as a waste-byproduct.

So yeah, no, again. To preempt any such ideas as to somehow compare this to a sex thing. No. It’s not a phallic symbol. Not technically, theoretically or what have you. There’s no if but and or gender about it. It just isn’t.

I’m not making a theme song for that thing. But I did clean up the bandcamp page some.

Capicorn really wouldn’t care about impaling someone it likes. After the killing frenzy willfully overwhelms them, they are no longer themselves. Mechanically driven only to satisfy its urges: it becomes its single purpose. Its mind otherwise just ceases to function. They’re incredibly intelligent and don’t take long to understand that.

DISCLAIMER: The following dialogue is a work of fiction and not by any means an accurate representation of anyone. In no way does it reflect actual existing Capicorn’s, nor the possessed’s for that matter… er, the haunted object of its love’s… I mean, the owner’s, personality.
Using the wholly fabricated mystery which is Capicorn’s gender, it meagrely seeks to entertain by expressing a few things in a hopefully funny manner. Capicorn is obviously way smarter than that, and of course by now has long since matured out of its adolescent erotomania. Gender, as with the many other things not applicable to Capicorn, and others such like, is very much so in the eye of the beholder. Or beholden, whichever works fine. Beholded?

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