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[Dec. 7th, 2008|05:08 am] |
Susan awoke while she was putting on her slippers. She shook her head to clear some of the aftereffects of the ward that would force her up when danger was near the house. Something in the closet shuffled and she saw her husband shifting something in the dark. He was always better at the charms than she was and had probably been up for a while. Through the window the sky was dark, and any shapes Susan could see out the window were too muddled beyond comprehension. Most of the time she was woken up by a lone traveler or messenger, but the pitch black of night was unsettling. Picking up her robe from the bedpost she headed for the door.
“I’m checking on the baby,”
“Here, take these with you” he replied leaning out of the closet, and threw two glass vials to her.
Susan nearly fumbled the catch and barely grabbed it before they hit the ground. “Be careful with these!” She scolded, “You’ll blow up the house if one of these triggers accidentally”
“I trust you,” he smirked before his face went blank, “its moving fast, whatever it is. I’ll be in the kitchen after you check on Darius.”
She nodded and went across the hall to check on their son. The room was still messy from some of the playing the night before but at least the boy was asleep now, even if it took long enough to get him there. She tidied up a bit before tucking him in, patting him on his dark brown hair; the shadows making it look almost black on his pale skin. He shivered as if cold, and Susan realized how cold it had gotten. The hair on the back of her neck rose and she turned around as Martin rushed in. The air shimmered as he initiated the spell and the air quivered in front of Susan. She had been looking eye to eye with a darkness. Just looking at it made her feel insignificant and she backed against the crib while grabbing for one of the vials. Before she had a chance to activate it the encroaching darkness formed into what could look like a full size dragon. Somehow it conveyed its massive size while still fitting the better part of the small cottage room. Then it spoke.
“You Know of the Pact.” The shadows flickered all around the room with the statement.
Susan spine went cold when the monster’s intention became apparent. Her face melted in dismay, this couldn’t happen. The pact was rare, even rarer for those of more common stock. First born for firstborn. Man and the monsters made the treaty centuries ago to allow those who wished to swear off their more evil cousins and bring an amount of peace to the populated realms. Both sides usually prospered from the deal and were often used in royal bargaining. After the term was over they were often times returned and that was it. Sometimes it was more permanent. The duration was the only negotiable item.
“no..” Susan quavered. Martin was beside her then and put his arm over her.
“What’s the offer?” he asked.
“Ten Years”
Susan was in tears, “go away”
“6 and back in the first season” said martin
The beast was staring at Susan now and paid Martin no head. Its scales were deep black, so it was as if the body itself was a hole in space and Susan could only focus on its eyes. As she met its glare she noticed the eyes that had been glossing black now had a pinprick of light in each. Gradually the lights grew larger until it became apparent what they were. Twin moons came into focus and it stared at her with its satellite eyes until all she could see was the gray plains. It took her a second to notice where she was. She looked up to see the land as a large ball full of color and life.
“This Is Important Susanna Rortassy Simon.” Susan looked around to see the dragon. It was now gigantic, no longer confined to the cramped bedroom and towered over her on the desolate landscape. “We Do Not Choose who is Picked, But Only Know Destiny Will Favor Those Who Make the Sacrifice. This One Will Not Break The Oath”
“After all we have gone through? Do you not know of what it took to stay hidden for this long?” Susan voice rose as she talked, “And now I must lose all that I worked for just so you are allowed peace? I fought against your cousins and brothers. I know of the wickedness of the dark beasts. I’d rather kill us both here than have my son raised by you monsters!”
The air shuddered and wind rose on the airless globe. The beast engulfed Susan’s senses and drowned her in the roar, “ARE YOU THE ONLY BEASTS WHO SUFFER? FOOL MAN. YOUR PETTY VENDETTAS ARE MEANINGLESS.” The dragon let her free from the cold darkness and they were back in the cottage. “This Child Will Be For The Greatest Purpose. Do Not Let Your Prejudice Stem His Fate.”
Susan was still gasping for air, but she was calmer now. “If I must then I will choose the term, agreed?”
“Agreed” growled the beast.
“The number of talons on your true legs and not a moment more.”
“Then in Eight Years You Shall Be Returned Your Son. “
Martin was left confounded by this exchange and could only look to Susan for some understanding. Already exhausted and afraid she only looked around to see her son for last time for a long time. What he would go through while they were parted filled her with dread, but she had trusted in fate so far and could only give him a prayer for his safety now. With tears in her eyes she picked up her son and held him while martin kissed him goodbye.
“The Tree Will Come Also.”
Martin looked up in instant fury. “That is not part of any agreement! You will never have it!”
“It is Not for Me.” it replied in a low growl
“What are your plans for them?” Susan asked suspiciously.
“He Will Learn to Use the Tree. He Will Be the Only Hope in Times to Come.”
Looking down at her child, she kissed him again. “Martin, do what she says.”
Martin looked down at her, “Are you insane? They’re the last one’s we want to have it!”
Susan looked him in the eye, “Trust me”
He gave up and left the room. Susan turned back to the Dragon. “All terms are settled?”
The beast nodded and opened a dark hand carrying a bright pale egg and set it down. Martin came back in with what looked like a portion of tree trunk cut straight from the middle of the tree. He stroked his son’s cheek one last time before she handed the small child over with tears rolling down her face. Martin handed it the log and the Dragon bowed its head. “In Eight Years Time” and disappeared, leaving a child’s room empty and the parents alone with the dim glow of the egg in the middle of the floor. |
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[Oct. 3rd, 2008|02:17 am] |
Don't be alarmed
the numbers don't change
cliches may be predominate
even as a safety blanket
don't be discouraged
there are tons of frills
it
's hidden
it
's forgotten
better left to those who care
in more capable hands
more secure
BUT
when doors close
lock and key
windows open
Escape
unwarranted
unwanted
Trapped outside the cage |
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[Sep. 30th, 2008|02:21 am] |
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You can't get rid of stars. They're immortal, undying, our compass in the night, our clue for the universal secret. Sure there are supernovas and black holes but let's face it, aren't they even cooler? In the night sky we only see a pathetic fraction of an otherwise inconceivable space that stretches limitless (or not) into the void. It's easy to pick out the lights and call that a star but even then it's just a name, hell, sometimes they're not even alive as we watch them, and all we're naming is charred remains(history is written by the survivors). The distance between them requires an equation to understand (scientific notation) and the proportion is ridiculous. While observing, put our planet into context. We're an atom of a grain of sand on only one beach. The small flares we see are light years away from one another, from us, even the stars that look like they're right next to each other are trillions of miles apart AT LEAST. We're not looking at a dome with the constellations spread out like a buffet, this is SPACE, or even bigger than that. While our eyes may not be up to the task of discerning figures that far away, it's mind-boggling (mind-bottling) that they're are entire GALAXIES we could never even hope to see. Well I guess that's wrong, it's not hopeless. As we (re: I) speak there are numerous scientists working with years of experience and technology to view all those tiny lights in the sky. Stars of all shapes and colors (big, medium, small, white, yellow, orange, red, you get the picture) There are even husks of stars, their fuel exhausted, left to rot in the cold, all alone. Quasars (n. An extremely distant, and thus old, celestial object whose power output is several thousand times that of our entire galaxy. via dictionary.com) alone are enough to make your head spin (if it doesn't then i've got nothin') For ONE body in space to contain more energy than MY entire galaxy? MY GALAXY IS FUCKING BADASS, WHERE DO YOU GET OFF ON BEING SO HOTSHOT YOU OLD BASTARDS!? *ahem* But even the galaxies they reside in are mysterious, sparkling clouds drifting in the dark. What could be beyond that? Our universe as a sentient being, watching other bright spots circling around him(her), wondering what or who they are? While he(or she) is wondering that, I'm just glad I have stars to watch at night. |
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| Fairy Tale |
[Sep. 14th, 2008|02:08 am] |
Once upon a time, but not as long as you'd think, there was a king who lived in a castle made only of arches. When the king was being born, he was chosen by the dragons and was to be born with a hatchling of the strongest dragon clan. At his birth the egg that the king was chosen for hatched and a dragon of belief came from the egg. The king by bonds of kinship with the dragon he was birthed with, shared this power and whatever he believes in can happen, only if those around him believe it also. His father was wise and gentle and raised the king into a good man. After a while the father passed away and the king took the throne, gaining the castle's power; whatever arch he passed through could lead to any other arch in the castle. Using this and with the help of his dragon and his people, the king created a vast army and gained great power over the lands that opposed him with it's might.
Other kingdoms saw the power that the king held and sent peace treaties to him in fear of being destroyed. The king saw the treaties and the fear he inspired and was mournful. Quickly he recalled his army and sent out delegations and gifts for the 7 kingdoms who asked for peace. His messengers bowed respect for all the kings and invited them to sign an alliance so that there would be peace across the land. After a few years of much talk, an agreement was settled upon and the king was hailed as the emperor of all the lands. It was a golden age for the new country and it lasted many years before another country, lead by a mean and merciless council threatened their lands.
The king reacted immediately to the new threat and called upon his now massive army with all the peoples of the land and they fought against frightening forces that burnt the land in their tracks and took countless slaves in retreat. Years passed and many lives were lost but in the end the king triumphed and the golden country pushed back the evil horde's invasion.
Fearing another attack after such long years of battle, the king devised near impenetrable watchtowers, massive castles, each with a plant to build more weapons and vehicles, along with almost a small city of defenders. All across the country, the foreboding buildings rose and gave hope to peace finally reigning. With the watchtowers erected, the king set to work building a fortress for war.
During much of this time, he had married a queen from one of the kingdoms, and they loved one another very much. Years passed and the king and queen never had a child, although they wanted one for a long time. When the king was just finishing up his work on his fortress the queen knew she was pregnant and gave thanks to the gods. Months passed and the queen gave birth to a princess of grace and beauty on the same day as the king declared his work finished on his fortress of war. When he heard the news of the birth he was at the fort and had to rush back the castle of arches, but when he got there he couldn't walk straight to his newborn baby. This upset the king so much he wouldn't even walk the halls to see his child, and he left the castle before he got to the second arch. All the powers of the castle were no longer his but he didn't know that they had passed to his successor, the princess. His wife was ashamed and went to talk to him. She asked him angrily, "Why have you not seen our child yet?" The king was embarrassed and would not tell her the truth, instead replying, "I forgot where your room was."
"Don't lie to me, why haven't you seen your child yet?" she asked again, just as angry, but with tears in her eyes.
The king looked away from her because he shamed himself and told her, "I need the castle, there are things in there that only I can get at, things I need."
"But why would that keep you from your obligation as a father?"
The king would speak no more of it but eventually agreed to follow his wife and see his child. Upon seeing the princess he instantly loved her and took her in his arms. Picking her up, he called for a celebration to start, larger than any celebration ever held in his country and then headed for the balcony. There was already a crowd waiting to see the child and when the king came out onto the balcony everyone stopped. The king lifted his daughter and proclamed, "I want to introduce my daughter, the Princess Mariella!" and a great cheer rose and the party lasted a week, with all the kingdoms and states coming to the capital to pay tribute to the princess.
Woodfolk from the east, beasts that taught themselves to think, came and brought perfumes of the most exotic fragrances with peculiar side effects. Diemlader's from the west, their emotions changing their appearance like the seasons, presented a diamond of good size with a small heart shaped ruby trapped inside. Elves and Treants from the north, the 4 nations of the fairfolk, brought a doll with silver hair, the threads woven with starlight and moonbeams. From the south came the queen's nation, tall men with tar black skin, bringing with them an alarm clock made of steel and a pair of socks. One day after festivities the princess was tired so the king took her back to her room to nap. Along the way to her room, the king passed underneath an arch and appeared just inside Mariella's room. Realizing his daughter was the successor to the castle's powers he felt betrayed that the castle had abandoned him. This stuck in his heart but he didn't show it at all, instead plotting a way to regain his castle's power once more. For years he taught his daughter to use the power but only stayed at the castle less and less before leaving on the day of the princess's coronation, Leaving her to rule the city while he stayed at his fortress and ran his country. This is where it starts, when the Princess Mariella chose the squire boy in an old military jacket to be her royal bodyguard. It'd be interesting to note that this is the same night that Jack, her royal highness's the princess Mariella's royal bodyguard, and the princess met a kid with a log and a dragon seeking revenge on the king. |
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[Aug. 26th, 2008|02:58 am] |
i am an abomination to writing. there i said it, usually it comes at the end of some magnificant speach where i reiterate what everyone in the entire world was trying to say into abot 30 sentences of hogwash and backward numbers. To begin anything would be an atrocity, everything has already begun. its not that hard of an idea to figure out, its just one you have to catch up to. upon relizing that all an idea needs is legs you8 can set that off too, its really VERY simple. Difficulties arise when various points of view are put in play, or spawned, however you really want to say it.That demolition to th singular unchanging idea disrupts (dissuades) us to think something else not so clear, not so mudddied by the shit thrown again again again at this idea on wheeels. Yea, it has weels now, we've evolved that way. What way have you evolved? Are you more open minded to drugs and alchohol? Have you increased your yearly salary by $2,330? where to now? I'm going to evolve to the kitchen in a sec to get a glass of lemonade. Progress, it means we're moving, but the word itself is letting me move. I've heard talk of pen and paper and the mind blowing artifacts you can make with them but at the same time if you had the choice to make 30 billion people's ears bleed (i know there's not that many people dip-shits, I'm just jokin')
WOULDNT YOU TAKE THAT CHANCE? While your at it, remember to punctuate properly.
Wheree was i going with this , really was i going anywhere? i could explain that theres nothing to be afraid of becau8se ofall the thing s that we need to be afraid of the very most scary thing of all is the idea that in about XXXX number of years there's never going to be another sign of us ever again. Thats just rudimentary and its not going to change so lets start by trying to fake it as long as possible wihtout going out of our minds
i really do like this planet and the peopl,e on it, i most of the time tend to distrust some of the scum that inhabit it but i only use the word scum for the people i love. its a really pretty word. it means the decay and the vile rot underneath the front porch, the stuff behind garbage bins and underneath school seats. scum scum scum pololololololotictians just waving their flags like they're made out of adamantanium. thats the kind of steel in wolverine's body. its unbreakable. we made a movie about that
it had sammy jacks playing a weak old pussy who couldn't walk without breaking a leg or something
WE made that
its this whole society thing we got going here,there are peo[le in europe witht the same problems but they always seeem to deal with it better. i really admire europeans. at least their country isn't soaked by eaons of blood.......wait a sec, am i THAT rediculously high? fuckt hat
the romans were probably the start of all of everyoine thinking its a great idea to stick a stick a stick up thier bums and run around as fast as they could in any directionj bec ause it meant they were more powerful than anybody ever anytime ever before foreverer. ETERNALLY shit i didn't spell that wrong, i was hoping to because the idea has been giving me a ball of anger in my gut that i just can't seem to get out. who the fuck wants eternity anyway? i'm going to make a fantasy story where all everyone does is either die or live or have a nice day and maybe go out to lunch because sometimes PEOPLE DO THINGS LIKE THAT. I actually witnessed a chipotle bowl of things to eat. you can get them at that restaurants called Chipotle of whatever. or you can get them at qudoba or some other assican restaurant and HELL YES i just said assican instead of mexican. i dont want to offend the hispanics, they're the only one's with a culture worth dying for among ANY of us. Unless you include china, but i'm pretty sure they stopped thinking of themselves as people anymore. godamned bastards, they even cheated in the olympics just to get medals
WAIT
MEDALS
METAL
I DONT KNOW HOW LARGE I CAN MAKE THIS TEXT BUT FOR THE LOVE OF GOD CAN SOMEONE PLEASE TELL ME WHY OH WHY OH WWWWHHHHHHHHHHHYYYYYYY ARE WE BUSTING OUR ASS'S INTO THE NEXT MINLLINIA JUST TO GET SOME FUCKING ROCKS THAT if i had the inclination to and a good geographical mapping of the surrounding area I COULD JUST DIG UP AND PLUNDER FROM THE GROUND ITSELF
IT WOULD OFFICIALLY BE PRETTY DIRT.?
the only difference is that people pay money for pretty dirt. I'd even pay money for pretty dirt, but there are very few pieces of dirt that i think are actually aesthetically pleasing. Ont top of that it would make it dirty money and thats not a pun I'm willing to throw in for.
SO what if a rabbit is genetically modified (accidentally) and learns to speak AND/OR communicate? What if this same rabbit found a SHITLOAD of oil? If this rabbit could communicate and lay claim to the property on which his newfound fourtune was sitting? If he went through the burasscrazy...bureaucracy.. then couldnt he get his tens of thousands? it happened to a bunch of hillbillies that moved to beverly hills, why can't a rabbit make a name!?
That was just bullshit then
i know thats bullshit
please dont give me bullshit for bullshitting about the bullshit i just bullSHAT.
Who cares if THAT makes sense.
Honestly I'm thinking that feelings and emotions play are larger part in the universe than anyone is willing to speculate. The reason for this is because when you have a perfect math system for all this math that you have math for to prove that math is calculating away normally then why the hell isn't there a highest number? Math DOESN'T have to be finite and it certainly can be infinite but at the same time, we're dealing with things we don't know even exist so why does starting and ending have to be consequential at all? I'm willing to believe that the universe started at the climax and we just missed the first three quarters of it. Thinking like this, we can then blame it all on the guy with the remote who's seen this show already but doesn't want to change it even though everyone is tired of watching it and the main character is a douche.
P.S The girl is banging his mom's son's uncle. (If you don't get it, you gotta watch the first season, its so much better than the newest one.) |
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[Jun. 25th, 2008|03:28 am] |
12 lights shine in my computer room, beacons for the electronics they advertise so coldly.
76 buttons for a variety of purposes. Starting up, call waiting, hold to connect, open tray, even a snooze, and thats not the half of it. Pressing them will make hums and clicks, maybe even offer a piece of paper or some video game to jump to life. This doesn't including the keys of this keyboard or the other one sitting useless on the shelf. I'll omit the laptops that are depressing in their impotence, machines of a future so long ago.
133 books ranging from economics to philosophy, world atlas' by different publishers, even a simply named "Stamp Album". Almost all of them are covered in dust from years of sitting around intellectually.
13 stacks of paper for any use lay on plastic trays to keep them separated by color, function and content.
27 disks that hold nothing but old programs and backup folders for when this computer goes kaput.
29 cassette tapes make me wonder if there's anything even interesting on them or are only there to be out of the way.
3 boxes of ink cartridges wait for the day after the last Map Quest directions are printed out, faded by their comrade's last hurrah.
Old school portraits and 6 yearbooks float around here and there. Mum and Pop dolled up in an old western style, remnants of who they are deep inside. Family photos and old Christmas pictures are placed perfectly on a tack board, along with a calender with pictures of the happiest times.
15 photo albums are stuffed on any available row, locked up in case we need to remember anything or anyone, although most of them empty and completely forgettable.
We keep a birdhouse too, I guess thats pretty cool. |
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[Jun. 24th, 2008|07:51 pm] |
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Where is the fear people? Losing a job or not getting the grades? What a stupid thing to fear. It succeeds in barely keeping us where we are, and sometimes not even that. Where is the terror of being eaten at night, the horror of the darkness beyond the firelight. Why can't we push forward to get rid of the daily fear of life instead of wallowing in it, making us depressed and stupefied. Again and again i hear the hollow chant of "wake up, go to work, get home and sleep". Eating anything is the same way, fearing the calories or the grease, or even worse, hating yourself for doing it. All we have are programs to keep us as far away from another soul as it can. Computers, tv and cars. Fuck yea cars. What a horrible device. Sure it gets us from A to B as well as Q and K but it means you stay separated from everything along the way. I actually stopped the other day just so I could notice the trash and trees along the side of the road, At least realizing that there's something there rather than another faceless lot. I guess it doesn't matter, it'll be gone in less than a year with a new house or a business that changes every 30 months. Godamn i should start riding my bike like my brother and our friend. At least that means I'll smell fresh air except the reprocessed air conditioning. God I'm such a whore. |
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[May. 22nd, 2008|03:59 pm] |
The recuaro river rushed along the banks of Letia city, home of the Castle of Arches. Rising from the waters of the river, the castle's white stone arches form long rows of skinny pillars, dark inside its shadowed halls. From the outside it was 30 stories high and 3 x 1 foot ball field lengths, each arch being 10' high x 10' wide. Letian royalty can control portals by walking under any arch inside the castle, which spans over several dimensions, allowing for storage and furnishings in separate 10 x 10 rooms. Larger rooms are made by combining rooms together and making some arches lead to walls or windows, giving a confined space. To make it easier on the servants and subjects, the inside has a default setting for the inside, having hallways leading to kitchens, banquet halls, bedrooms, and even courtyards and gardens. This default is visible inside the forest of arches as the main building for any visitors. The royal guard and the those close to the royal family use special pathways designed for them which they can use separately from those lower than them. Those of Letian royal blood can walk through any of the arches to any other room by stepping through. Only those on the throne can set up the pathways and rooms and can isolate any of the 10 x 10 rooms at any time while in the castle. The castle of arches also chooses its own master out of those with royal blood, despite experience, loyalty, or line of succession.
Even with these guidelines, it was still a surprise when the greatest king in Letian history was replaced with his newborn daughter.*
The children ran though the archways. It was far past their bedtime, but no one could do much about the princess's unruly behavior, her young bodyguard was struggling to keep up as it was.
"Slow down!" yelled the boy after her, "I won't be able to see you if you don't slow down!"
"Then you'd better hurry up! Come on!" she yelled. Even though she was a year and half younger than him she was always the one in the lead whenever they'd play, running through the archways while the palace changed around them into libraries, courtyards and dark hallways. Passing a kitchen, the boy grabbed two apples out of a basket on his way by. "Hold up! Let's rest for at least a second." he pleaded.
"Only a couple of halls left, I want to show you the new place I found."
Ever since she had been inaugurated the princess had been finding all the rooms that she could think of and even making her own from time to time, the past few days alone she had almost made a new castle entirely. While the servants seemed to enjoy the new decorations and the beautiful courtyards that were being added around them, the young bodyguard was growing tired of just running back and forth across the castle. On top of that, he was just beginning lessons with the high guard. The training had been tough so far, and the boy was just ready to pass out by this point.
"Here we are!" the princess surprised the boy by stopping unexpectedly and causing him to crash into her. While in air though, he managed to hug the princess and spin them around so he broke her fall.
"Be more careful Jack, you nearly killed us!" yelled the princess, getting up angrily. Sitting up, he got a look at what the princess wanted to show him.
They were sitting along a shallow cliff at the edge of the arches. Below them was the Recuaro, the churning water splashing water up into the air in a fine mist. The waters were legendary besides its connection the the castle. There had been too many deaths due to the rapids, but its supply of water and fish was worth the price. Jack's head had been just at the edge of the cliff when they fell, and he picked himself up quickly when he realized how close he had been.
"I'm sorry Adrianna, you stopped so suddenly and we've been running forever and you didn't give me much warning and I've been working so hard at training and I'm sorry for ever putting you in danger and I promise I'll do better next time. Please forgive me" at this he reached in his jacket and offered her an apple. The princess stood deliberating for a second, then seemed to come to a decision. "While I forgive you for now, a repeat of this is unforgivable. Let it never happen again." at this she grabbed the proffered apple and took a large bite. They sat down in silence for a while, looking over the river at the city on the other side. Finishing the apple, the princess layed back to look at the stars.
"Thank you for the apple. And sorry for yelling at you. I've been watching my father passing judgments lately and I've been trying to practice. Lessons have been tough on me too, did you know there are more than three pieces of eating utensils? And there are more than fifty different families that I have to memorize every member of! I have cards with their face and name of them, but usually I just laugh at how silly some of them look. The king of Venecia has a mustache that I swear is at least two foot across." she paused for a moment, the weight of a country visibly sinking in, "There's just so much to remember though. It's going to be hard when my father leaves." at this, she sighed and sat up again. "I really wish he didn't have to leave."
"It's not going to be that bad, he's not going to disappear or anything. And you'll get the whole castle to yourself. I'll still be here too."
The princess smiled at this, "Do you have another apple?" she asked.
"of course" and gave her another. |
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| A little sci-fi stint for fun |
[Feb. 21st, 2008|03:25 pm] |
To the citizens of Maycro,
While many of you will be confused by my upcoming words, please understand that it’s in the best intentions of your livelihood. It’s hard to make a choice considering the matter at hand, but I’m sure that it will all turn out for the better in the end. By the time that you read this I will be closing the gate that let’s us visit the outside world, forever shutting out the sin and anger that lives on the other side. Many of you will be hurt by this, especially those with loved ones and lives across the gap, but it is far past time to care about such silly things when the well-fare of the city is concerned. We have lived here fifty years now and all the other side has given us has been greed and hate. I can see its terrible grip upon the children as they go to school and I can hear it in the language that we use. Our towers, the beautiful obelisks that cast a shadow over all our lives, are being overrun by corporation and industry, soon to make the sky just as polluted and dark as the other side. Our river, the great snaking waters that give us our only fresh supply of water here, is runny dry and growing sickly. Poverty is already stricken the outside suburbs and soon will seep into the city like a pox, infecting our lives just like it infected the outside world. Many of you may stay ignorant of this corruption and see me as the bringer of the end, but this is not the case, and I will not argue my point. It is too late anyway. When I reach the other side I will end the turmoil it has caused by shutting down the generators and hiding away the key. Maybe there will be another time when we can finally spread our peace and love to those outside, but not until we have found peace in ourselves. As to my own fate, I take it away with the hiding of the key, there would be no place for me to hide from the eventual retribution and I will not have its power back in the greedy hands of those who would continue to desecrate my home. I bid you farewell and hope that the future will be bright, and that our city will once again be perfect.
goodbye,
Stephen Marting |
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[Jan. 24th, 2008|12:15 pm] |
I DONT THINK ANY OF YOU UNDERSTAND HOW EXCITED I AM! Let me help you.
http://www.10zenmonkeys.com/2006/10/04/neil-gaiman-has-lost-his-clothes-2/
There, down at the bottom of the interview. What is that? Terry Gilliam going to make a Good Omens movie? HELL YES HE IS! YOU CAN'T GET BETTER NEWS THAN THIS... well maybe you can, but I'm really fucking excited for the prospect of having my two favourite authors' book put into film form by the Terry Gilliam. Sorry, I mean THE Terry Gilliam. That's two terrys and a neil, I think we've got a band here. It's inconcievable that not everyone knows about this yet, or that it isn't on large poster boards covering walls and doorways into buisnesses. EEEE! |
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| The Cat's Plight |
[Dec. 30th, 2007|12:42 pm] |
The sun beats down through the window, flashing off the cat’s collar as he sits down to bask. The music is running along very nice for now, a combination of guitar and electronic synthesizers. Ratatat tat tata tat. There’s my reflection in the computer screen and as the clouds part my shadow forms. What a joyous reunion, all that I see of me is sitting in this screen. Even the words now our only visible when seen through my shadow. Could it be my soul giving me a window, a look at the thoughts I write carelessly. The sky is partly cloudy, a clean winter day, with sun shining and the skeletons of tree’s looking up. What if we lived in a world where the air was dense enough to walk on, and all things floated at the same level? Would we be living? Even if it proved habitable. Maybe then the trees would reach the light, but then where would the roots go? They strive as hard as the branches, tearing through soil and rocks, crushing pavement and building plans. Perhaps they are perfectly balanced, How nice. The cat is momentarily distracted by the speakers, Sufjan drifting through now to the bangs and gongs as the clocks strike 12. Can you guess what time it is? Without me telling you a number, could you tell me the hour? A window sits behind me, viewing a southern sky, watching as the sun runs flawlessly across it. I could tell you that it’s currently a quarter of the way from horizon to zenith. But what would that tell me? I can’t read time by blinding myself. Perhaps I should. I do know however that as it reaches noon, there are fewer and fewer good spots to watch T.V from in the living room. The cat is lying on it’s back now, clearly enjoying itself. There are people now, flowing in, the tide of residents. Drifting through the rooms on to more important things. “Important Things”. Losing interest, losing purpose, losing the battle, losing the personality, losing responsibility, losing danger, gaining fear. Paranoia fights in the worst way, inside out. Taking our darkest fears and twisting everything to them. Anger and happiness are only tools toward its vile job. There is no escape. The cat changed spots, selecting one further out of the way, and setting itself up for an afternoon of rising sun. Eight tracks run now, talk of music and parties, here’s and there’s. I can’t get self righteous about anything, it doesn’t feel right. I don’t get any drive to stand up and say “Hey you motherfuckin BITCHES. Weren’t you here YESTERDAY? What are you doing TONIGHT? Having sex with that guy? SWEET! You’re my dream girl!” How does anyone expect romantics when getting drunk works just as well? You can have all the stars in your eyes you want but it’s probably just the hangover. But how else are they supposed to live? Everyone behind you is saying “Do it!” and no one is asking why you have to go first. The cat sits patiently for the clouds to part. Where are your cartoon character? What about your funny sidekick? Have you gone on any crazy adventures lately? Have you been longing after your high school sweetheart? Is the bully picking on you again? Is your life only important when something is going on? What do you do between your stories? It’s important. Nobody is paying attention, so it’s just you. You and the inevitable. What’s this? Oh, my mistake sir, I didn’t realize paranoia would be joining you today. And all you’re having is a salad? Ranch, vinaigrette, thousand island, blue cheese, Italian, French? We have twenty others? You say the Italian? House style, red wine, white wine, garden, low cal, low fat, vegan, bourgeois, Mussolini, Vatican, boot? No salad? Can I interest you in bread sticks then? No? Well here’s your bill, have an excellent night sir. The cat moved out of the room, the clouds won’t be parting again today. |
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[Dec. 24th, 2007|07:13 pm] |
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I'm mentally depressed. I don't think I'll ever write anything, and certainly nothing that'll be up to my standards. I feel like an amature. All I want to do is just read. I have ideas, but they would be wasted in my hands. Most likely, I'm an emotional crybaby, but godamn, I want somewhere to go with the rest of my life. Sure, I might not be ready, but I'd rather start SOMETHING. And don't even start with that God bullshit. I believe in him, but I'm not about to preach to someone that there's a big something that just wants us to be happy because I'd probably be misunderstood and end up with more than a few black eyes. I won't kid myself to make it easier. There's a way to do this all with what I've been given, and godamn haven't I been lucky. Shit. |
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[Nov. 30th, 2007|06:54 am] |
http://www.asofterworld.com/oqindex.php
It's 6:47 and in the dawn's early light I type this. I have not been to sleep yet, I took a nap somewhere between 10:30-11 pm till almost 1 am. Sara came with me to give Madi and Ben a ride back to St. Charles, listening to Modest Mouse (Good News for People who like Bad News). We talked for about 20 minutes outside their house and then drove back. Sara packed a bowl when we got to Kirkwood and we drove to Taco Bell, hoping they were open. After finding the one on Kirkwood rd. closed, we just drove around for a bit. I took a complicated route through some of the side streets, not really paying attention to where I was headed, just chilling out and dancing with Sara taking pictures. She has a portrait project, where she needs to take pictures of people in their "natural habitats". I add quotation marks in order to show that it's not a national geographic special, just an easy way to describe a person acting in the way that they have found suits them best. I should have mentioned the night sky was beautiful, clearly showing the cosmos for all its glory. After cashing out the bowl on Sappington around 2:25, we found the Taco Bell on Manchester open, a bright and glorious savior of hunger, a smiter of starvation. If anyone wanted to know, I did use a thesaurus on the "a smiter of starvation" line though I hardly see how it would matter. We took pictures while IN the drivethrough, undoubtedly annoying the man behind the speaker, then Sara ordered up a 7 Layer (8 is right out, 6 just ain't enough) and we pulled on to the window to see... The Guy Who Works At The Taco Bell On Manchester. This guy is sorta chubby, short dark curly hair, real cool, talks the perfect small talk, just interesting enough not to be bored but open ended enough to drive away when you get your food. He was happy when we pulled up because I knew him from multiple encounters and "THE BELL" (look at me with all the ""'ing) He was obviously hitting on Sara, but that's what people do sometimes, and why not really? We chatted then departed. I rolled down Manchester and got off on Woodlawn so Sara could get some sleep before waking up at 8:30ish. After eating her taco, dancing, talking, and then leaving to sneak in her parents house, it was already 3. I came home, cracked open a beer, made a Turkey sandwich (the capitalization is necessary, it was very good turkey) and then read my webcomics. Finishing these, I checked some of the links in said webcomicer's blogs and found the link that started this entry. It's amazing and I've been reading it since about 3:30 to 4 am and I still like it. You should check it out. For those wanting to know, I'm just now finishing my 4th Miller High Life: the Champagne of Beers and took a small break to watch the sunrise, smoke a cigarette, and eat a Turkey sandwich. It had swiss, and life was beautiful. On top of it all, I got to see a woman make a fool of herself almost as much as I did when leaving for work. Rather than stopping in the middle of the road though, she just pulled in and out of her parking spot about 4 times, then backed up rather badly, narrowly escaping a long scratch on the side of her car. At least she got out ok. |
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[Nov. 17th, 2007|03:22 pm] |
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I like it when people tell me that I asked a good question. It makes me happy. How the fuck am I supposed to fucking cope with the idea that my questions aren't always so fucking fantastic. |
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[Nov. 17th, 2007|03:06 pm] |
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A blank slate? All that needs to be done is put words in the empty space and I'm trying. Depression? Am I depressed? How does one tell? I don't feel bad, but perhaps I'm covering it all up with friends and hanging out and doing things that are contrary to the advancement of my life. What to advance though? I mean I need to go to college even if its a real estate made for the defiling of innocence, but isn't that what everyone needs? Or am I just deceiving myself into thinking that losing innocence is the only way to make it in the world. That wasn't a question you see, even if Microsoft words would give me a green zig-zag for it. It was merely an idea. Another point to make in the long ramblings of a human without a true path to speak of. Should someone like Me really commit to something as monumental as a college? I have horrible work ethic and even worse endurance. Instead of going to classes, I'd rather sit in a cramped office full of books and have a conversation, or at least a Talk with each of my teachers. I love lectures. I really do. Getting to learn things through a source of tired intelligence is far more facinating to me than any old homework. Is that what I should do? Just go and talk to my teachers for every single day until they weep with the prospect fo my coming? Far be it to put upon myself the title of "Bitch" but I just can't stand homework. There has to be a simpler way to exchange knowledge, and far be it for me to reduce the free time of a man who I must call "professor", but when i want to KNOW things instead of just being thrown trivia, I might as well bug the hell outta every last one of them. My problem though, would then be Beuracrazy. The INSTITUTION. A lot of blow hards with preconcieved notions of order and payment and lifestyle that I've NEVER been comfortable with. The mere idEA makes me kinda sick. But einstien dropped outta school and lincoln taught himself so why the hell can't i have a little help in fucking understanding this fucking messed up place that i am FORCED to live. DOWN with institutionilizing and UP with words that are actually in the dictionary! Hidey Ho good neighbor. |
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[Nov. 17th, 2007|05:41 am] |
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far be it for me to construct a haughty diagram of freedom rather than coming upon your strife with minimal arrogance. please, continue with what your malfunctioned happiness and skip, skip life. I'm glad you see the same people every day and I'm joyous that you could walk from your parking spot to your desk with your eyes closed. It makes me HAPPY. To know that someone could sustain a route with such accuracy and vigilance as to completely dismiss the idea that they've gone insane long ago makes me full of Glee. If anything, it proves to me that functioning as a robot will provide for me a much hospitable lifestyle. Though the prospect of being of robot kind does induce a weak sadness. Don't get me wrong, thinking of myself as any relation to Jonny 5 makes my hope spring eternal. Passing nearly out of sight though, is a necessity for a possibility of a SOUL, or perhaps a tiny bit of HEART. These small insignificant things might seem petty, I know, but if from the ashes of a bleak gray pissed on day, I could possibly smile, I'd rather live in a shack than have a cooshy lifestyle without the constant paranoia that my penis is getting smaller. |
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[Nov. 17th, 2007|05:27 am] |
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I don't know how to think. If I am fortunate enough to go to Columbia College, am I going to do what I need to? Months have passed since I turned in a time card at the y. That's money, WAITING, and I continue to sit here at 5:30 AM to watch a clock tick. How am I going to do what I WANT? Knowledge requires work, same as the body requires exercise. It's something that you condition and sculpt with understanding and passion. I want that. I want to trail a labrynth of words as I go and spout nonsensical musings that ring poetic and true. Wherever my journeys take me, let knowledge be the goal. Moments only pass for so long before they are gone. High time that I start moving. |
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[Sep. 21st, 2007|07:22 pm] |
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Comment and I'll have to...
1. Tell you why I friended you.
2. Associate you with something - fandom, a song, a colour, a photo, etc.
3. Tell you something I like about you.
4. Tell you a memory I have of you.
5. Ask something I've always wanted to know about you.
6. Tell you my favorite user pic of yours.
In return, you must post this in your LJ.
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[Sep. 10th, 2007|01:17 am] |
i figured out my favorite sword. it would have blades on both sides and no point
AAAAAAAAAAAnd how is everyone doing? Madi is currently running around talking to sara on my phone and freaking out and all the other things that she does. I'm chillin and checking shit on the internet right now. For those you know me, you are correct in thinking it was all webcomics. But in other news Jackie Chan rocked it out in the "Legend of the Drunken Master". It's another reason why I want to start sparring for exercise and fun *thumbs up for the children*. Rachel said I'm like JJ when I'm high and it bums me out. I've never felt I was at all like JJ but I guess just can't tell. I do know alot of people freak out when i'm high and make it seem like i'm bieng out of line. i dunno
Pibb is watching super bad on the intrenet. lucky bastard. |
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| Farrow's Shard |
[Jun. 4th, 2007|01:44 am] |
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Just outside of Esterlin there was the mountain. So far that year 16 people died trying to climb it, already breaking the record set three years before when it had become truely world famous. Back then, it was almost unknown except to the locals and the most extreme of climbers. It had only gained intrest when Torry Snow died with his team.He was a celebrity for the sport and considered by most the best mountianeer in the world.Only four and a half months after the tragedy a surge of people started up the infamous wall that surrounded the base in a futile quest to prove themselves fthe best. The surrounding towns welcomed the buisness at first but after a the first casualties realized the cost. Even the most experienced men and women would head back before even getting near the summit, some would never come back at all. With its towering cliffs and cracked and shattered peaks it was the unconquerable giant. So when a team of expert climbers and guides finally reached the summit on the twenty third attempt they were quite surprised to find Marcus Farrow waiting for them with some fresh brewed cocoa. |
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