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Mr J

So this gave me fever dream vibes.

[Drenched in sweat, he crept, 20 yards behind. <is this the girl speaking? Is She drenched in sweat as he follows, or is he drenched in sweat as he follows her?>
Blind, guided by scent, making it hard to hide.]
Felt like a strong beginning. Flowed really well together and was a great way to set the tone.

[Come along my pet, these are the thoughts I cried.
As each step echoed just beyond the pines.
Cr..aaaa..ck..ing like thin ice, the fault is mine.]
Personally didn't quite understand where it was going here, with the added character and declaring "come along my pet" as thoughts, implying plural, but It rolls off the tongue well. Is the animal the pet and the girl is calling it along. Is the animal calling the girl the pet? Or is the man calling the girl the pet. Whoever is narrating really changes the overall perception and interpretation. I'm guessing the girl is narrating. But then it makes me wonder is she saying a sweaty old man is following her. And the pet is the wolf? Which she is telling to come along as she tried to get away from the man? <I ask all because of curiosity and my investment in the story not as a criticism. >

[Wind carries the silence that crawls at night.
Shaking my pets bell as if it's a call to dine...
If I can't outrun this shadow, perhaps a walk is fine?] This is my favorite part. It's sounds like, just giving into/befriending your demons. It sounds like giving up, but it's more of a blissful surrender. I love that. However I'm again thrown off by my pet. Because again, I read it as a fever dream, so I just read it as if the wolf is observing and talking and leading the girl away from the man, either in safety (which I assume) or to an end.

[One will never forget sacrifice for the greater good
Plus imagine how a survivors story will make it look?
And yet...hunger is not the quest..
There is more than pain behind the rotted flesh.] Again this makes me think the wolf is narrating and calling the girl his pet. And leading the girl away. She doesn't know which to be more frightened of. The man or the wolf. And she is trusting the wolf and the wolf hints though it may seem bleak he does not necessarily have bad intentions, but yet, its still a wolf. [This
Cries of revenge hidden underneath toxic breath.
Blood clots & phlegm, now the calls begin..
Baaa...battling fears, our pace starts to skid.
Baaa...walking backwards, eyes wandering.
Baaa...silence...
I look to my pet...silence...
Baaa...
We can no longer out run my father...
I look to my pet*They are coming to get you Barbara]

This is where I get lost, literally loved the story no matter the interpretation, up until here. I see baaa, but I'm thinking wolf as it's a wolf in the picture. So I'm thinking baaa is like the wolf is...well a wolf in sheep's clothing. So I get the feeling the wolf WAS narrating. But whole time the man is the good guy trying to help the girl who is maybe sleep walking or something. Or in the dream she's confused. Idk. But the phlegm and what not. But then, bam, we can no longer outrun my father. Which is like, ohhh. Cause wait, so Barbara is narrating. And the baaaa is someone calling for Barbara.
But then Barbara looks at the animal and then who says "Barbara they're coming to get you."? So yeah, I read it like a fever dream. That was my interpretation..I don't know EXACTLY what the story actually was. But, I liked it. It was fun and flowed well together. Vocabulary wasn't bland and the imagery is really decent.






"As guest in the forest of vanity's land - where sanity can embrace its own gallows -
Ally follows a path to see where reality stands while chased by her shadow." That's a beautiful Tone setting introduction.

I interpreted this as a young girl just starting out in the world as an adult. She's in a city. The forest being a city, full of vain people. Maybe Hollywood or some shit.


Leaves and trees whisper secrets.
Creatures, critters, scatter everywhere
when a brief breeze riddled in her ear:
"Why did you end up here?"

She retorts quickly but soft,
respectfully returning the words
with fauna for listeners as witness for thought.
"Besides herding this goat reserved for concerns
for when the order of this forest adjourns,
I'm cautious but stern for wisdom to learn, like: (it's here when she starts to get disillusioned in my interpretation)

Which burdens to burn. Why's my will the furthest to earn
a spot on my mind. Like, come on! Intention alone
wouldn't hinder amibition to blossom and shine?
Or am I, the lost child, shot blind on obvious
fourth wall plot crimes? Don't lie." (Beginning to realize all the things she misunderstood or didn't know, also, it didnt roll off the tongue smoothly. Kinda felt like a stutter or too many syllables. Either fourth or plot drags it.)

Ally's contorts blow through a network of life,
or absence of. The latter's what kept her alive.
Why she found shelter from light to begin with
is frighteningly grim, it's a child from within this
source only darkness can finish. A force that'll sin
through the worst open doors and change your whole image
soar through the thickets, logs, bushes and twiglets,
to leave her with this elusive reply she'll mourn, and then live with:

"You're seeking truth from deaths consciousness as it ponders its breath." That's a lot to unpack. I don't even know if I have the brain power right now. Profound. Complete absence being aware of its absence is kind of like, this is a realm of opposites. Life doesn't exist without death, and up without down, and what not. So In my interpretation of this statement, Its more like she's trying to figure out life, but kind of like at the point of "what's the use". Maybe contemplating her mortality.

Now, more present in her life than ever
she's hugging her goat, play with his rear,
rubbing his coat and braiding the beard.
Then kept living like that
year after year,
after year.


I interpreted the goat throughout as kind of prendre la chevre or to take the goat, saying "whatever gets your goat". Basically signifying anger. So I interpreted the goat as their anger. All in all I think this was beautiful, with only one or two parts I thought the flow kind of...dragged, I don't know a better word.


Anywho, I don't know if my interpretations were correct, or if I even did this right, but I ain't never been scared to try and fail. So here you have it.

My vote is for objective. Although, both were great and had their strengths and weaknesses, I found Objectives a little easier to follow (even if my interpretation was incorrect, i was able to relate or see a clearer picture in it." All in all both were amazing and I am happy to have read them.

Obviously they were based on the picture. But I read them metaphorically, like I could find something real to relate them to.