Maria Diatorre

Most of you know me as the poet who left behind all these notes-so I don't have much to say except when we go, it'll be together. Always.


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Maria Diatorre

This may be the last thing you guys will ever hear from me. But remember-we were in this together. We had different experiences, but at heart what we had was the same. When we leave, it'll be together. Good night, Groddle-good night...

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Maria Diatorre

'To serve man and then eat him because this is a cookbook'....GLITCH I LOVE HOW WEIRD YOU ARE

Maria Diatorre

Found a quiet place of solitude in the midst of all this madness.


A note!
Yeah, these too. I really don't mind sharing, please don't take these.
good lord.
jesus christ. i think i preferred the ghosts.
A note!
This would have been brilliant.
A note!
it's been a hell of a ride. when we go, it'll be together.
...but not really
there's always somewhere else to begin.
in the dark corners of hopes
we used to play make believe.
we used to pretend that the rays of light passing from overhead holes
were signals that the world was almost done.
we'd sit and close our eyes tight,
scrunch up our imaginations in an effort to build a perfect paradise.
we used to fall asleep here, warm, curled up monochrome bodies,
dreaming of dappled light, of lanterned dark, of far-off stars
and toxic moons.
we used to be children, playing around in yellow fields in our shared dreams,
connected by our creative ambition.
the giants would smile on us, God dipping his fingers into
our colour splattered love, and weaving it into the empty spaces.
all we could ever say when we stepped into the realities
was thank you, over, and over, and over again.
Snow and Dirty Rain, Richard Siken, final
I had a dream about you. We were in the gold room
where everyone finally gets what they want.
You said Tell me about your books, your visions made
of flesh and light and I said This is the Moon. This is
the Sun. Let me name the stars for you. Let me take you
there. The splash of my tongue melting you like a sugar
cube... We were in the gold room where everyone
finally gets what they want, so I said What do you
want, sweetheart? and you said Kiss me. Here I am
leaving you clues. I am singing now while Rome
burns. We are all just trying to be holy. My applejack,
my silent night, just mash your lips against me.
We are all going forward. None of us are going back.
Qurazy Quoin be chillin
I don't know why they make QQ's so hard to find here. Maybe it's just the snow dripping out through the rocks.
excuse me.
I'm sorry if this sounds rude, but did you take my animals? They were there just now, and now all of them are gone. My Butler lists you as the last visitor, so I'd like to know if you took them or saw them when you came to my street?
listen to me.
just fucking zoom out and LOOK at what ONE AREA in ONE REGION looks like.
look at the lanterns, look at the cavernous, expanse of the sky, all violent and orange-tinted.
imagine me sweeping my arms out to this beautiful place.
i do not care who you are, do not tell me that this is JUST a game.
A note!
to quote another Glitchen who found himself in the same situation:
I think someone exploded and all their inventory fell out.
this is where we took our first steps.
we were (un)born out of clouds
and plummeted onto silver ripples
of water?s silky skin, unable to see ourselves
in god?s mirror. we were black silhouettes,
our first memories ivory bone flowers and
foreboding blade branches.
we would touch our fingers to the water?s
seemingly unbreakable surface
and breathe out uncertain puffs of air.

our first language was the whistling of crickets
and since then we have always lingered out on the porches
of our firebog houses and bottle tree hideaways
in the night air, imitating them, almost understanding their messages to us.
when we close our eyes at night, sometimes,
we remember. we retaste that gradient of
pale lavender growing into a ceaseless blue.
A note!
perhaps there is a long vendetta between the vendors and some glitchen we do not know about, that stretches far back and beyond into histury.
Another heartfelt goodbye.
This place is so beautiful and the music is so lovely.
I guess I should confess something here.
I've been having depression for a long while. Circumstances in my home have got so that I'm in my room a lot, thankfully with internet access.
Glitch has helped me. It's given me back some of my faith in people. I'd like to write a better, less vague eulogy later, but for now, I will try my best not to cry.
Thank you, everyone. It's been a pleasure and an honour. I'm so proud of all of you.
a glitch's swan song
we cried here. we told ourselves we wouldn?t. told ourselves we wouldn?t sink to our knees on cold rock; break down into watery gasps blazing sunlight glinting on our tears. entangled, we collapsed above the world?s surface, marveling at its colours, the endless blue. we were so close to the sun and yet so cold. we went up to all the doors, dotted across hyperspace, looking for the answer to: how can we make ur stay? instead, we heard: look at all this infinite beauty; we hugged by the lanterns in balzare and kloro, bounced in haoma, ice skated by nottis felt the river water lap our feet in the shivering isles. when we all go, will it be loud? will it echo across the soft stars? will we be here with everyone, staring up into the velvet space, recounting parties, feats, laughing together? will the sky crack with heartbreak seeing us all-so sad and happy to have belonged to each other? love is everywhere here. this is the last door, my friends. hold on tight. giants, take us home.
gleeful giants
Did you ever think about what the first words
In Ur were?
Did the Giants laugh when they saw what they created?
Did they rush to the edge of the clouds and say:
Look at it all! Look at them all!
Have you ever seen anything like it?
Will we ever make anything as beautiful?
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