Daniel Cummings

@nathanbrazil.bsky.social

Dad. Husband. Love Vonnegut, Ellison and Park Chan-wook.

The A5s were the first to give birth, weaned off the pain of the world, attuned to the beat of its dying heart. They were formed from the colors of #chaos. They were seeds of hope, planted beneath a leaden sky, barren of tears. Flowers rising from the bone dry earth. #vss365

#vss365 The wise men followed the paths of their comets, one light and one dark, each appropriately garbed in either angelic or sinister attire. They reached the summit at precisely 6:26pm, the comets collided, a small weed popped out of the ground, spit out one leaf and promptly expired.

Nora watches a magpie outside her window, noticing how smart and loud it is and how curious it looks. Its black‑and‑white feathers catch the light in a shimmer that grabs her attention. The bird's calls have a sharp #cadence. She’s careful not to scare it. #vss365

Without the drive to wander, you repeat the #cadence of the past, staring at a shadow that a taller tree has cast. Keep the hunger burning, don't let the questions cease. Stopping the search does not bring inner peace. To chase answers to some questions you must be fast. #vss365

Picture of some boxes. One say 77. The other one says The Power of WHY by The 77 Human Needs System on Unsplash.

The soldiers marched in perfect #cadence, which was expected because they were basically the same frame with slightly different skins. Rory watched them pass by as they marched toward a war, which would really be little more than a skirmish, then followed. There’s be a quest there, surely. #vss365

Dylan listened to the #cadence of signals that littered space. From natural EM noises to human-made signals, trying to find unfamiliar patterns. It stood to reason the arrival of Enemy ships would provide some evidence in the flood of noise, he just had to find it. Find some advantage. #vss365

#vss365 There was a potency to these words, despite their amiable tone. A hypnotic #cadence to the repetition. A compelling and irresistible salve that lulled the most resistant of listeners. Even the dead complied. He would not. He could not. Yet he did return to his body...

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There was a potency to these words, despite their amiable tone. A hypnotic #cadence to the repetition. A compelling and irresistible salve that lulled the most resistant of listeners. Even the dead complied. 

He would not. 
He could not. 
Yet he did return to his body — until the flow of their binding spell was interrupted. The moment when they would be forced do his bidding.

Distracted by the phone, the undead patient leapt up from the slab and ran. He was damned if he would kill for them. Yet damned to do so and damned to hell if they ever caught him. "
Andy Perrin@andyperrincycling.bsky.social · last wk.

Left Right Left Right Front Back Front Back Up Down Up Down There is a rhythm in every ride, a motion in existence, a metronome in the written word. The #vss365 #prompt for July 26, 2026 is #cadence.

#vss365 #cadence If you dance You dance with others Music is other people moving You can never dance alone Your dance partner Is the person who wrote the music Is the person who played it Who will lead Who will follow Does not matter We are all mid-stream Acoustic swimming Floating in the cadence

In night air that whispers against skin, I move slow and deliberate - each shift a quiet verse. Breath catches like a leaf in wind; a smile holds the soft dark steady. I am the measured pulse that builds, like a held note waiting to break. I am #cadence #vss365

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"Chromatic Cadence" Dont Just stand there Feel the beat Someone in the forest Is foot tapping Felt it in the smog filled air Heard it in the trees Something so soothing Transfixed all Into open space Everyone was falling Not quiet to the floor Then were rising So #cadence So mesmerising #vss365

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- – after Wilde too young to have his name writ in water. a shadeless grave – no cypress, nor yew, the cadence of twilight and violets weeping dew, such solemnity in the cicada’s doleful hymn, the summer is warm, Johnny. Rome awaits. - #poetry #vss365

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‎It is the #cadence of voices that taught me the language of my beating pulse and the world's burgeoning possibility. Fire the staccato beating of the drum, and it will conjugate desire. For sparks already light up the room where the faces turn to meet the rhythm of this ancient song. #vss365