Dr. Lilly Roux

A Hollowed out Collection of Corpses

Free Superman

tired of seein me yet?

You have been told and told tales of the honor amongst thieves. If it is true then by my account you have not been stolen if received. The truly honored have on blood thus tears to shed. This grain which I will show as truth does not come of me but of centuries instead. Ahead of us lie waters undisturbed by any ma, and by spirits too possess of me I offer only it my hand. Through land above and ground below they sandwich me between. A petty thug them brandish me while my hand remain uncleaned. To teach is to obliterate all to come before, what happened now I bring to you the challenge to explore. The troubled past in troubled time is all of it’s ignored and if I too should lie to you I challenge you to bore. Let us burn the heretic his challenges are mine, and bring with him the concubine for we burn all left behind. When they stormed my catacomb I did not argue them and when She came to bring me home I acted as a hen. I am not but a joke, I am not bu a thief. If this is not true then heresy relieve my of my queen. When I stole the magistrate it lacked its proper owner, but when I returned home instead the treated me as Homer. When ghosts of Christmas came to me with offers of degree I could not thank you graciously for they came with them a fee. The haunting laugh of Baphomet with ghastly chill of yore, the basket screech of Gilgamesh came knocking to my door. I did not sell a single soul I only held mine own. Again they ask if thieves could bore I tell you that they do. When you speak of naughty thieves you also speak to me. And of this trade you cannot think too highly on your own. With this craft I drink to you the countess of my soul.

The Honor of Thieves

Dr. Lily Roux

Just because you read something that does not make it true. It does however mean that whoever wrote it wants it to be. Unless you have a trained eye there is a lot to be said about what is left for interpretation. When you control a person’s name so do you their life. I was a big fan of young adult spy novels when amongst my adolescence. The glamour of both prodigious intelligence and talent held for me a certain grain of truth. Imagine then my surprise when Anthony Horowitz author of the Stormbreaker series appeared as if out of thin air in a show I happen to be watching about a burned spy and his heroing acts of justice. I don’t believe in coincidence but as we know being burned leaves me plenty of time to write these stories and believe them as fiction.

An empty mind is as good as no mind at all, both are still, plenty and good. Stillness, in her obstructive wisdom is my advantage to the unobserved. Once fertile the grounds of my speech can no longer be free to the reach of observation. My, this conscious state lie above the known and beneath them all. This is the way of samurai. In order to be what we cannot think: we must walk where we cannot breathe, drink from no stream and dream what we cannot believe.

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I promise I’m working on our daily chapter, but I have to eat something after being up all night. After my coffee and bagel I’ll be pen in hand ready to get after it. Until then, here’s what we are listening too!