Tuesday, March 23, 2010
April Quote Siiiiiiiiiiiiiiixxxx
Here is the quote for April times. It may be a bit early, but I run the risk of getting busy and forgetting, so here it is!
"Now the sirens have a still more fatal weapon than their song, namely their silence... someone might have escaped from their singing; but from their silence, certainly never. "
-Franz Kafka
(He, is, Franz, Kaf, Ka! Franzkafka!)
"Now the sirens have a still more fatal weapon than their song, namely their silence... someone might have escaped from their singing; but from their silence, certainly never. "
-Franz Kafka
(He, is, Franz, Kaf, Ka! Franzkafka!)
Monday, March 8, 2010
Into the Abyss
“Foolish mortal; how dare you disturb me? You do not realize the powers you toy with! For, I am the Abyss! You think you can just stumble into my realm and disturb me without consequence? Oh no, there are grave consequences for your actions, mortal!”
“Wait, are you talking to me? What are you talking about?”
“Ha! Do you feel the darkness pulling on your very soul? Uncomfortable, is it not? Slowly, the darkness will surround you and eventually consume your very flesh.”
“Um, it is dark out but…it’s not even that dark. I mean, there are streetlights on.”
“Oh…A minor setback, for the time being, but I assure you, mortal, that this fact will shortly be remedied. For I, the Abyss, will now summon the surrounding darkness to do my bidding. Shudder in horror, mortal, as I entwine the very strands of darkness, and combine them into large tentacles for which to destroy these lights you speak of, along with…you. Wah-hah, wah-hah, wuh-huh-huh-hah!”
“…Well? Nothing’s happening.”
“Ah…While you may have quashed my shadow tentacles–”
“I will assure you that I didn’t do anything.”
“–Nothing…can prepare you…for the horrors that now await you.”
“…Is that…the end of your story?”
“Silence!”
“…”
“…Just now, I call forth to the deepest depths of the void, in which lie the gruesomest–”
“That’s not even a real word!”
“–horrors you have ever seen. As we speak, these creatures begin to rise up into your mortal realm in order to clutch you in their horrible appendages. You will be dragged down into the deepest, darkest area of the void, never to be seen again.”
“Okay, you know what; you don’t have any special powers. I can see you; you’re just some guy with a blanket over his head. Do I even know you?”
“Stop! Do not touch the blanket of the Abyss! Aha! A hellhound has come!”
“That’s a black lab…on a leash…”
“Come, hellhound, protect your master from this…stink…beast…of stink! The Abyss, away!”
“…”
“Wait, are you talking to me? What are you talking about?”
“Ha! Do you feel the darkness pulling on your very soul? Uncomfortable, is it not? Slowly, the darkness will surround you and eventually consume your very flesh.”
“Um, it is dark out but…it’s not even that dark. I mean, there are streetlights on.”
“Oh…A minor setback, for the time being, but I assure you, mortal, that this fact will shortly be remedied. For I, the Abyss, will now summon the surrounding darkness to do my bidding. Shudder in horror, mortal, as I entwine the very strands of darkness, and combine them into large tentacles for which to destroy these lights you speak of, along with…you. Wah-hah, wah-hah, wuh-huh-huh-hah!”
“…Well? Nothing’s happening.”
“Ah…While you may have quashed my shadow tentacles–”
“I will assure you that I didn’t do anything.”
“–Nothing…can prepare you…for the horrors that now await you.”
“…Is that…the end of your story?”
“Silence!”
“…”
“…Just now, I call forth to the deepest depths of the void, in which lie the gruesomest–”
“That’s not even a real word!”
“–horrors you have ever seen. As we speak, these creatures begin to rise up into your mortal realm in order to clutch you in their horrible appendages. You will be dragged down into the deepest, darkest area of the void, never to be seen again.”
“Okay, you know what; you don’t have any special powers. I can see you; you’re just some guy with a blanket over his head. Do I even know you?”
“Stop! Do not touch the blanket of the Abyss! Aha! A hellhound has come!”
“That’s a black lab…on a leash…”
“Come, hellhound, protect your master from this…stink…beast…of stink! The Abyss, away!”
“…”
Monday, February 22, 2010
March Quote
"He who battles monsters must beware, lest he become a monster himself. And if you stare too long into an abyss, the abyss stares back into you."
-Friedrich Nietzche
-Friedrich Nietzche
Sunday, February 21, 2010
Blue Eyes
Once upon a time, in a land far far away. It was so very far in fact it was beyond the bounds of the Universe itself. A place so very secret that it existed beyond the Sea of Nightmares, which no man nor God could safely pass.
It was a place of magic and dreams, of unicorns and faeries and things without names because were they named, they would become powerless. That said, names themselves have power of a sort, and among those names one in particular held potency.
They called her Raven.
Men, demons and gods came to court her. And she laughed at them and all of their foolishness. None of them interested her at all. She was free, to dance and to sing and to be Raven. She could not do otherwise, for that was what she was.
And then came the boy with the blue eyes. From where no one knew. It was his eyes though that struck her, for they held powerful magic. They were brilliantly coloured, blue as the arctic ice and when she looked into them Raven felt something very much akin to fear. Only it wasn't fear.
It certainly didn't help that he had a cute face. It didn't help that his hair seemed like the perfect shade of blonde and was so very soft to touch. And it certainly didn't help that his body was hard and strong.
And then one day Raven's virginity was gone. Stolen from the locked cabinet where she kept it(only foolish girls kept it on their person!) and the boy with the blue eyes was gone.
Raven had never had much use for anger or rage, she'd never needed it. But she also knew that she had been used and played as a fool, and something precious stolen. She swore the bloodiest of vengeances upon the boy with the blue eyes and set off to hunt him down.
The boy fled across the countryside, but she tracked him down. He fled across the mountains, and still she caught his trail. He fled beyond the Sea of Nightmares, how she could never tell, but she pursued him even there borne by a boat fashioned from the tears of orphans.
He was surprised, Raven could see, when she finally caught up with him. "Did you think I would not come for what was mine?"
"You gave it to me." Was his reply.
And he looked at her with those precious blue eyes. And looking into them was like it had felt the first time she'd seen him. And somehow the idea of harming those eyes... she knew she simply couldn't do it.
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Returned home, Raven reflected on what had been a perfect moment. She savoured it. The feel of her long, onyx nails slipping into his cute(though not any longer) face. He screamed, she recalled with some relish. There had been the smell of fear in the air: fear smelled very much like urine. It hadn't bothered her. One hand to hold him down, one whose nails sank in deep. Life was beautiful.
Gently though, it all had to be very gently done. A smile creased her lips, and she tapped her long black nails against the wooden arms of her chair. For truly she could never bring herself to harm those beautiful blue eyes.
Slowly she looked up at the two eyes brilliantly blue eyes mounted on her wall.
Now they would look at her forever.
It was a place of magic and dreams, of unicorns and faeries and things without names because were they named, they would become powerless. That said, names themselves have power of a sort, and among those names one in particular held potency.
They called her Raven.
Men, demons and gods came to court her. And she laughed at them and all of their foolishness. None of them interested her at all. She was free, to dance and to sing and to be Raven. She could not do otherwise, for that was what she was.
And then came the boy with the blue eyes. From where no one knew. It was his eyes though that struck her, for they held powerful magic. They were brilliantly coloured, blue as the arctic ice and when she looked into them Raven felt something very much akin to fear. Only it wasn't fear.
It certainly didn't help that he had a cute face. It didn't help that his hair seemed like the perfect shade of blonde and was so very soft to touch. And it certainly didn't help that his body was hard and strong.
And then one day Raven's virginity was gone. Stolen from the locked cabinet where she kept it(only foolish girls kept it on their person!) and the boy with the blue eyes was gone.
Raven had never had much use for anger or rage, she'd never needed it. But she also knew that she had been used and played as a fool, and something precious stolen. She swore the bloodiest of vengeances upon the boy with the blue eyes and set off to hunt him down.
The boy fled across the countryside, but she tracked him down. He fled across the mountains, and still she caught his trail. He fled beyond the Sea of Nightmares, how she could never tell, but she pursued him even there borne by a boat fashioned from the tears of orphans.
He was surprised, Raven could see, when she finally caught up with him. "Did you think I would not come for what was mine?"
"You gave it to me." Was his reply.
And he looked at her with those precious blue eyes. And looking into them was like it had felt the first time she'd seen him. And somehow the idea of harming those eyes... she knew she simply couldn't do it.
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Returned home, Raven reflected on what had been a perfect moment. She savoured it. The feel of her long, onyx nails slipping into his cute(though not any longer) face. He screamed, she recalled with some relish. There had been the smell of fear in the air: fear smelled very much like urine. It hadn't bothered her. One hand to hold him down, one whose nails sank in deep. Life was beautiful.
Gently though, it all had to be very gently done. A smile creased her lips, and she tapped her long black nails against the wooden arms of her chair. For truly she could never bring herself to harm those beautiful blue eyes.
Slowly she looked up at the two eyes brilliantly blue eyes mounted on her wall.
Now they would look at her forever.
Monday, January 25, 2010
February Quote
“You manage to get a hold of your virginity, but you still piss your pants.”
- The Book of Bryan, entry 1.2.18
Tuesday, January 19, 2010
Dust Devils
What is 'justice' but a word?
What does the Universe care of 'justice'?
Would you live alone, and die alone
If the world gave one lick for justice?
Yet here we are, dust spun into form -
Shifting patterns whirling our way through the world
Picking up dust, tossing it aside,
Sharing it as we pass by and through one another on our lonely roads.
Dust devils, that's what we are.
Devils with pretensions of ourselves.
You think this is reality?
That this is what things are?
You're daft!
You're patterns in motion,
That's all you are, all you were, and its all you'll ever be!
You think that stuff, that thing we call 'body' is you?
There's not an inch, not a piece, not a molecule, not a particle
Not a single thing in it to connect it with the you you used to be.
You shed all that stuff long ago.
A dust devil.
A pattern in the wind.
An oh so very soon to die pattern.
That is what we are.
Patterns spun in on ourselves till we think there is 'we' and 'I'.
Its all delusion!
And yet...
Who wants to be alone?
How many times have you cried in the night away from prying eyes,
Cradled in the sweet embrace of self-pity?
How many times have you wanted those things the world promises;
Happiness, acceptance, success, affection, love?
How many times have you known frustration, bitterness, anger, fear, uncertainty?
You are everyone!
You who have left so many words unsaid,
So many dreams unfulfilled,
So many feelings set up on shelves.
There's no room in the universe to express all these things...
Silly me to try with words!
And yet, when all is said and done, and all illusions put to rest.
We're still here:
Still looking in a mirror,
At ourselves. At one another.
Still looking for justice.
But the truth is: for us devils, there can be none.
So, oh dusty dust devil
Let's dance the night away,
For it's five to four on ballroom floor
And we're ought but dust anyway.
What does the Universe care of 'justice'?
Would you live alone, and die alone
If the world gave one lick for justice?
Yet here we are, dust spun into form -
Shifting patterns whirling our way through the world
Picking up dust, tossing it aside,
Sharing it as we pass by and through one another on our lonely roads.
Dust devils, that's what we are.
Devils with pretensions of ourselves.
You think this is reality?
That this is what things are?
You're daft!
You're patterns in motion,
That's all you are, all you were, and its all you'll ever be!
You think that stuff, that thing we call 'body' is you?
There's not an inch, not a piece, not a molecule, not a particle
Not a single thing in it to connect it with the you you used to be.
You shed all that stuff long ago.
A dust devil.
A pattern in the wind.
An oh so very soon to die pattern.
That is what we are.
Patterns spun in on ourselves till we think there is 'we' and 'I'.
Its all delusion!
And yet...
Who wants to be alone?
How many times have you cried in the night away from prying eyes,
Cradled in the sweet embrace of self-pity?
How many times have you wanted those things the world promises;
Happiness, acceptance, success, affection, love?
How many times have you known frustration, bitterness, anger, fear, uncertainty?
You are everyone!
You who have left so many words unsaid,
So many dreams unfulfilled,
So many feelings set up on shelves.
There's no room in the universe to express all these things...
Silly me to try with words!
And yet, when all is said and done, and all illusions put to rest.
We're still here:
Still looking in a mirror,
At ourselves. At one another.
Still looking for justice.
But the truth is: for us devils, there can be none.
So, oh dusty dust devil
Let's dance the night away,
For it's five to four on ballroom floor
And we're ought but dust anyway.
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