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Long time no.. um long time, guys. :)
Hawaii is cool.. but it's also a damn zoo. Anyways..
Returned from the Shores of Depression
I stood gazing into the twilight sea
As waves of sorrow washed over me
Trying to find a reason to leave
Trying to find a reason to believe
Pondering the eternal darkness
Pondering these endless depths
I can't seem to forgive myself
Even for things outside my Self
How deep is that dark ocean?
Will I ever again be just a man?
Not a figure cloaked in regret?
Nor a beast, nor sadness' pet?
I might someday leave these shores
And turn my back on nothing
Look away from not existing
And see that nothing... is nothing.
(inspired by Coheed & Cambria (http://www.coheedandcambria.com/))
Also a new pic I made. It's supposed to represent the lifeforce of one entity from a higher dimension. It also looks a bit demonic. Bonus. :lol:
http://i73.photobucket.com/albums/i213/neosigs/08_25_07_1353.jpg
Asurmen Spec Op
26-08-07, 18:36
Very nice Glok :)
Thanks dude. :)
Here's another thingy. Try to keep your head in one piece...
http://i73.photobucket.com/albums/i213/neosigs/myalphabet.jpg
Also a new pic I made. It's supposed to represent the lifeforce of one entity from a higher dimension. It also looks a bit demonic. Bonus. :lol:
http://i73.photobucket.com/albums/i213/neosigs/08_25_07_1353.jpg
Looks more like a cool looking stick in a puddle which has leaked fuel in it :D
ashley watts
31-08-07, 02:39
Also a new pic I made. It's supposed to represent the lifeforce of one entity from a higher dimension. It also looks a bit demonic. Bonus. :lol:
http://i73.photobucket.com/albums/i213/neosigs/08_25_07_1353.jpg
My first thoughts on this was a kool looking plasma cannon thing :p, to much C&C i guess ^^, but good work none of the less :D
@you both 8|
I wish I could do Salvador Dali-style detail and finish but I don't have the skills. Though, my stuff fares better rough I think, cause it leaves room for your mind to fill in the details.
Thats a pretty cool concept on that picture and realy nice imagry on the poetry too. Adding Dali style detail to the pic would be awesome if you could pull it off. I certainly couldn't :/
The picture looked like half of the Mcdonald's double arches to me. Corporation brainwashing I guess.
Looks like a wormhole seen from the back to me. Maybe I read too much sci-fi.
Looks pretty cool though. :)
Looks like a wormhole seen from the back to me. Maybe I read too much sci-fi.
Looks pretty cool though. :)
Where the hell does your wormhole go then? Narnia? :lol:
Thankix forteh replies. (beer teh good!)
Why is it that all who offered up what they saw in the drawing had a different picture in their head? I like that! Universal man here I come! Or not. :lol:
Some weird-ass prose. ;p
I am the prime lunatic.
I am the gatekeeper of eternity and the guardian of reality.
I have traveled all the realms of the mind and have seen the underlying reality of the world. It is our minds.
There are those who would destroy the universe but I will stop them.
I confound reality just by being alive.
I have thought about the basis of existence for eternity and have come to the conclusion that I created it.
In many ways, the universe is an illusion, but in many ways it is more solid than we can imagine.
The universe is immutable and time flows through it eternally.
Somewhere inside I am frozen solid with fear and pain.
Sometimes the intensity of my life pushes all thought from my mind.
The torrent of my memories rushes through my mind always.
My past and my future connect together through the lens of my life.
As time goes on it become more apparent how much of the future I have seen.
My life is a single instant and eternity at the same time.
I will live my life again and again until it is perfect.
The only perfect thing in the universe is the universe itself.
I am a collection of perfect dreams and imperfect actions and in the end I will get it right.
Just wondering... after that last post did anyone make the O_o smiley irl? I've caught myself doing that sometimes lately and feel like such a damn nerd when I realize what I just did. :lol:
Apocalypsox
15-09-07, 17:01
PRIME LUNATIC MY ASS! STOP TRYIN TA STEAL MY JOB! :D
Nice to see your still kickin glok, and cool poems too :angel:
Can I be the Last Martyr then? Please! Burn me like the devil I am!
NoLips
I've been planning something for a little while, I hope you like it.
When I die, what I have been fighting will enter everyone else. I'm fighting a demon in me, a demon that wants to eat me from inside. It wants to eat my lips and tongue, maybe my cheeks, maybe my fingers. When I die that demon will be free.
I figure half the people on this planet will fall prey to it. I ask one thing. Kill anyone with no lips. Babies are an exception of course, they physically can't do it. But, any baby that should have fallen prey will be so scary that no one will be able to approach it, and will starve to death.
Have you guys seen this one before? Not sure if I have posted it. It's called 'through alien eye.' It's photoshopped from a 2"x2" pencil drawing I did 13 years ago. It's not perfect, the border between the blurred 'vision' and the 'alien eyelids' is a little uneven.
http://i73.photobucket.com/albums/i213/neosigs/through_alien_eye_web1024x768.jpg
Be careful what you wish for!
The 10 dimensions as I see them:
Physical - Freedom
Touch - Interaction
Emotions - Desire
Mind - Formation
Earth - Life
Sun - Energy
Universe - Perpetual Motion
Dimensions - Infinity
Unity - Endlessness
Time - Transformation
From Mutterings to Telepathy
The levels of the mind are no longer hidden inside us. I hear your whisperings.
Where does talking to yourself leave off and telepathy begin?
From my view, the more telepathic the thought, the cleaner it is, and more transparent.
I think at the highest level it is just physical again, but without a manifestation.
My mood seems to dictate how far I can get towards and then past the boundary layer of it all being in my head. And I wonder what to do about the overlap. I'm too damn good at fooling myself and should just relax and listen.
Storm
Din Gon! "He geeked it."
"This constant chatter is driving me mad," croaked Greyborn.
Keybold replies, "Then shut up."
Greyborn glances at Keybold and looks above him to see what's on his mind.. *Petulant twit*
Greyborn grunts and turns back to the control panel.
On the panel there is a series of grooves that are designed to catch telepathic impulses. Key and Grey are using it to create a small antigrav device for an intraplanetary shipping company.
"I wish I knew who built these machines," states Greyborn.
"They magically appeared here you twit; or don't you believe in magic?" asks Keybold.
"Yes but appeared from where, Key?"
"They just did ok?"
"Fine," states Greyborn, "you don't want to talk about it."
Bok de Cod
"And don't do it again."
Bok de Cod *BOOM!*
*GRINDGRINDGRIND-DE-DE-DE-GRIND*
Greyborn; "Well I think thats it."
"Yup."
Keybold says, "Well lets notify Hans' Shipping the new AG is ready and get the hell out of here. This place gives me the creeps. Too bad this thing is under a damn mountain or we could move it off this damn planet."
"Did you know Earth was once the greenest planet in the solar system?" asks Greyborn.
"Of course."
"That's it? Of course?"
"Yup."
"Idiot."
Greyborn sighs, "Now here we go again... chatter chatter."
Bok de Cod *BOOM!*
Bok de Cod *BOOM!*
Beak!
Greyhorn wanders off in search of something he doesn't know at all, paying the chatter it's due. Too bad there are 119 billion humans in telepathic reach now; the ancients probably had a much easier time of it. Nowadays nothing gets done without a gargantuan effort to create a sustainable thought structure. To damn many people dancing around their little fairy worlds.
Greyhorn sighs; "It's amazing we ever got off the planet at all."
*No shit*
*Fuck off damnit*
*What's your problem?*
*I feel like we're going backwards in technology*
*It's the magic, you can't have both you know*
*Yeah I guess*
Bok de Cod!
Beak!
....
(I didn't want to bump the whole damn thread, but it's better than thread spam so... more Key and Grey insanity)
...
*Man Your Battle Stations!*
Keybold glances over at Greyborn *I thought we would have more time this time*
Greyborn says, "Isn't that always the way?"
*Yeah*
*BOOM!*
*Fuck it, I can't hold them off this time*
*Well do something!*
*I'll try*
*Put a trace on that one!*
*OK*
Bok de Cod *BOOM!*
"That one would have given us away," says Keybold.
"I know," replies Greyborn.
"What are you fuckers up to now?" asks Timbralt.
"You know exactly what we are up to, care to help?" replies Keybold.
"If I could I would and you know it," says Timbralt.
"Then shut it."
*I fucking hate you guys*
*See, you could help*
*No, I'm not used to this yet*
*Then just listen and learn*
*This isn't exactly listening you know*
*You know what I mean*
Bok de Cod *BOOM!*
Din Gon!
"Where the hell did that one come from?" yells Greyborn.
"Hell if I know, but we got it," states Keybold.
"Good thing too, it would have disrupted the stream," says Greyborn.
"Like that is uncommon," leaves Keybold.
"True," says Greyborn.
Bok de Cod
*Get that one!*
*What one?*
*JUST GET IT!*
*SHIT!*
Beak!
"Fucker don't let one get in again!" yells Keybold.
"It's not my fault and you know it," counters Greyborn, "sometimes they get through."
"Well try harder damnit, every intrusion weakens us."
"You think I don't know that?"
*Incoming!*
*Stop that one!*
*I'm trying*
*I'll help then*
*Focus!*
*Decipher it, quick!*
*Almost got it, this one is convoluted as hell!*
*It's the last one!*
Bea...
Bok de Cod *BOOM!*
Key and Grey both slump as the last structure disintegrates.
"They are getting more complex," moans Greyborn.
"I know, we are going to need help soon," replies Keybold.
"Timbralt, how you doing?" asks Keybold.
"I'm fine. That shit is weird," replies Timbralt.
"Yeah, it would be," says Greyborn.
"Why aren't there more people working on this?" asks Timbralt.
"There are, we work in small pockets to escape detection," replies Keybold.
"Yeah that makes sense," says Timbralt.
Greyborn slumps and lets out a big sigh.
"Me too," says Key.
*You guys really have no stamina*
*What the hell? That shit is TIRING!*
*Still, you need to be able to last longer*
*When the time comes for that we'll be ready*
*You better be*
*As if you have a say in the matter*
"I need a drink," says Keybold, and wanders off.
Greyborn, "Same."
Timbralt says, "I'm just going to stay here and think, guys."
Key and Grey look back, "You do that."
Bok de Cod
*Don't!*
*Just checking*
*Still don't damnit*
*Fine*
...
William Antrim
22-10-07, 16:39
You dont by any chance read any Phillip K Dick do you? Your work is similar. Awesome too, and inspiring.
I gotta read more, I'm missing all kinds of cool stuff I guess.. I haven't read a book in over ten years.. :o
And thanks! :)
Unwelcome Surprise
...
"Man I hate coming here," says Keybold.
"So you've said," replies Greyborn, "shall we get to it?"
"Ok."
Keybold and Greyborn direct their attention to the control panel for the machine, and focus on the telegrooves. This time they are making an ion drive for a new freighter being built for a Local System government agency. It's taxing work, in a way few can even comprehend.
*Take hold of that one, I'll start the coupling*
*Got it*
Keybold grunts.
*Almost have it imaged, give me a sec*
*Take your time*
*Of course*
Bok de Cod
"What the fuck? Not now!" exclaims Greyborn.
"Oh man I'm almost done this piece, hold it off!" shouts Keybold.
"I'll try," replies Greyborn.
Din Gon!
"Shit here they come!" groans Greyborn, "did you get the piece finished?"
"Yes."
"Good."
"If you say so," moans Keybold.
Bok de Cod!
*Outside! Obscured!*
*I see it*
*Help me!*
Bok de Cod *BOOM!*
Bok de Cod *BOOM!*
"That's two down, I think one was going for the machine!" yells Greyborn.
"I think you're right, that's never happened before," replies Keybold.
"This is bad," grumbles Greyborn.
*Underintotwain*
*What?!*
*The machine is activating!*
*GODDAMNIT!*
*GRINDCLANKCLANK*
Key and Grey quickly look at the machine to see their progress being destroyed, and then look at each other.
"HOW?!" screams Keybold.
"You're asking me?" squeaks Greyborn.
"No you fucking idiot, I'm asking God!"
"Like that will help."
Key and Grey look at each other again. There's a first time for everything and this time someone or a group of someones has keyed into the telepanel with who knows what intentions. Key and Grey watch as some new pieces start to form around what is left of their work.
"This can't go on!" yells Greyborn.
*Intrusion deepside!*
*Get it!*
*Geek that fucker!*
*Doing blind*
Bok de Cod *BOOM!*
*Another shortside deepend!*
*On it!*
*Backblind*
Bok de Cod *BOOM!*
Greyborn looks at the construction in the machine, trying to figure out what it is.
*Later I need help here!*
*I had to check it*
*It can WAIT!*
*There!*
*Got it!*
*There too!*
*On it!*
Bok de Cod *BOOM!*
The machine falls silent, but Key and Grey are too busy to notice.
*The attack is fading, only two more!*
*I've got this one*
*I've got the hider then*
*Reach it outside!*
*Got it, need help?*
Bok de Cod *BOOM!*
"Nope," Greyborn smiles.
"Good then, now..."
"Yeah," replies Greyborn, "WHAT have we got in the machine?"
Key and Grey look into the machine at what was supposed to be an ion drive not so long ago, now a mutant ion somethingorother. It is definitely not what it once was.
"OK obvious first, is it a bomb?" asks Keybold.
"I don't think so, it lacks anything that could detonate," replies Greyborn.
"So what is it? Is it even finished?"
"I don't know," mutters Greyborn, "we need to get someone to examine it."
"Why don't we just destroy it and finish our job?" asks Keybold.
"You of all people should know why," counters Greyborn.
"You're right," says Keybold, "just the fact that someone reached the machine from outside means whatever that thing is, it's really important."
"Damn straight."
*What about that anyways?*
*What?*
*That someone reached the machine remotely?*
*I have ABSOLUTELY no idea*
*This is really bad*
*It sure is*
Key and Grey look at each other, then back at the machine and the device inside of it.
"Bad," they say in unison.
"I'm gonna contact the Local System board," says Keybold.
"Ok," replies Greyborn, "I'll go see if Timbralt is ready to help us."
"Good plan."
*Wait*
*What?*
*Is it safe to leave the machine?*
*Oh fuck! I didn't even think of that!*
*Bad*
*I'll stay here, it better stay quiet*
*I'll stay too*
*Timbralt!*
*What damnit?*
*We need you at the complex man*
*Why?*
*Just get here, it's VERY important*
*Ok I'm coming*
"Did you contact the Local System board?" asks Greyborn.
"Yeah, they said I had better not be lying, but they're sending a few specialists right now," replies Keybold.
"Good the sooner the better," says Greyborn.
"No kidding!"
Key and Grey look at each other and laugh nervously.
*We should have expected this you know*
*Yeah it was bound to happen*
*The face of the world has just changed*
*It sure has*
...
Fiasco
...
"Where are those specialists?" asks Keybold.
"Chill, they'll be here," says Greyborn.
"I hope so, it's been quiet so far, but," whines Keybold.
"I've never heard that tone from you before," says Greyborn.
"I'm scared, ok?" retorts Keybold.
"You?" says Greyborn, "I find that hard to believe."
Keybold winces.
*I really want to know what that thing is*
*We'll know soon enough, hopefully*
Two men arrive at the entrance to the chamber and start towards Key and Grey.
"About time you guys got here," says Keybold.
"We came as soon as we could," says Grant, the head technician.
"So this is the machine," says the assistant.
"It is, Nero," replies Grant.
"Nero?" asks Keybold, "interesting name."
The assistant looks at Keybold, "So I've been told."
Keybold stares at Nero for a second, then looks at the machine.
"So what have we got here?" asks Grant.
The technicians examine the device in the machine while Key and Grey look on. The device looks like a spider, with the ion generator left from Key and Grey's work in the middle. Surrounding it are some smaller apparatus and some things that look like ordinary pipes, bent in the middle, but they have a very odd texture to them, they look like brushed metal except they are apparently smooth as glass.
"Why do those, um, arms look like that?" wonders Nero.
"You got me," replies Grant, "maybe they are like the telegrooves on the machine?"
Everyone looks at the machine's control panel and then back to the device.
Grant's eyes get wide.
Bok de Cod
"Great timing!" exclaims Keybold.
"Man we need Timbralt here, this is critical!" shouts Greyborn.
"I'm here," says Timbralt.
Everyone looks over the the entrance, where Tim is standing.
"Oh good," says Keybold.
Beak!
*Shit one pause and one gets through!*
*No more!*
*Over there!*
Bok de Cod *BOOM!*
The machine rumbles.
"What the fuck, stop that you guys!" yells Grant.
"We're not doing it!"
"Then what?" says Grant, "Oh, remote operation!"
"SHIT!" yells Greyborn.
"That's why you need me?" groans Timbralt, "I'm not ready for this shit!"
"WHO CARES!" explodes Keybold, "Help us!"
*There's one!*
*Here too!*
*I've got one too!*
*Goddamn it we're being flooded!*
Bok de Cod *BOOM!*
Bok de Cod *BOOM!*
*Keep them away from the machine!*
*I'm trying*
*They are ALL going for the panel*
*There!*
Bok de Cod *BOOM!*
"You guys," whines Nero, "some are going for the device."
"You've got to be kidding me!" groans Keybold.
Greyborn looks towards the device, "It's true."
*Three of them there!*
*I've got one*
*Me too*
Bok de Cod *BOOM!*
Beak!
Bok de Cod *BOOM!*
The device starts to shimmer.
"Holy shit!" yells Grant.
"It wasn't me," says Timbralt, "I got mine!"
"It was me," admits Keybold, "it misdirected to the panel."
"There's more of them," admonishes Greyborn, "don't get distracted!"
Nero collapses.
"Never mind him," says Grant, "Just keep the intrusions at bay!"
*Try to get the ones going for the device first!*
*Absolutely*
*Overdown inside!*
*Got it, one above also*
Beak!
*FUCK!*
Bok de Cod *BOOM!*
All falls silent.
*What?*
*It's all stopped*
*That's weird, stay alert!*
*Don't bother*
Tim, Key, and Grey turn to Grant.
"The device is gone," says Grant.
"What the fuck do you mean gone?" exclaims Keybold.
Everyone looks into the machine vainly hoping it's not true.
"The last intrusion made it to the device," says Grant, "and the device went poof."
"Poof?" replies Keybold, "Poof?"
"It did something and then sort of shrunk, but not in size, in density," replies Grant, "I think it was a wormhole engine."
"What the hell is that?" asks Greyborn.
"You got me," replies Grant, "but it's the only thing that makes sense right now."
"This is so screwed up," moans Timbralt, "this is how you introduce me to telepathic warfare?"
"Um, not by choice Timbralt," says Greyborn, "sorry."
"I don't envy you guys," says Grant, "and look at him." Grant points at Nero.
*I'm contacting the Local Group*
*To say what?*
*I'll think of something*
*Maybe leave the device out of it*
*For what?*
*Just go over the remote stuff first*
*Then?*
*A face to face meeting, Grant can explain the device*
Grant looks at the three of them, "You guys leaving me out?"
"No, we were just discussing options," replies Keybold.
"You telepaths freak me out."
"You have the ability, Grant, you just need the desire," replies Greyborn.
"Hell no," says Grant, "My life is complicated enough."
"You see?" grins Keybold.
"Shut the fuck up." retorts Grant.
Timbralt chuckles.
"You too," frowns Grant.
*I let you guys down*
*No you didn't, Tim*
*This could have been worse*
*Worse how? The device is gone!*
*Good point, but another won't get made*
*I suppose*
*Are we staying here?*
*We sure are, better get comfortable*
...
(Comments are welcome! I'm thinking of starting a book set in the same time/universe as these little episiodes.)
(I'll continue the story later)
Broken
I'll break you in two
And stab both in the heart
I'll destroy all you were
Because I have cleft you in twain
I am broken
I am useless
All I can do is destroy
All I can do is mitigate
The damage I have done
The dreams I have crushed
The worlds I have destroyed
How dare I exist?
How dare I excuse?
I am the worst thing that ever existed
I can't justify the way I resisted
I should have died long ago
Before I hated those who know
Before I wanted to grow
Before I decided I too should know
Now you have to deal with me
And I with myself
Now we can never be free
For I am in the end
Myself and not you
William Antrim
01-11-07, 11:21
It sounds like a Linkin Park song, but verse 3 just reminded me strangely of some vintage Dribble Joy :lol: .
LOL :D
DJ was quite self-disparaging back in the day.
(As promised. This episode is a bit sappy though.. you were warned! ;))
Unaware
...
Din Gon!
Desmond makes his way down the crowded pedway, weaving in and out among the many others on their ways to somewhere. People seem to move by him fluidly, like he's a boat in a river of other people. Things are always this way for him, and he is used to it.
*How is it, Desmond?*
*Wait just a second*
*Overdown*
Bok de Cod *BOOM*
*It's going well*
*Hi Desmond!*
*Heya Nicole*
*Hi Peter*
*Hi Tinabrey*
"How did you know my name?" queries Tina of Desmond.
"What?" replies a puzzled Desmond, "Who are you?"
"You're strange," leaves Tina, and she is lost in the river.
"He doesn't know he's telepathic," says a man passing Tina.
"How could he not know?" asks Tina.
"I don't know," says the man as he's leaving, "He's always been like that."
*Desmond?*
*Yes, how can I help?*
*Are you telepathic?*
*Don't ask him that!*
*Telepathic? What's that?*
*See?*
*Quit it you guys, he's busy*
*He can do a lot more than you think*
*Wait for an intrusion cluster and you'll see*
Desmond makes his way to a coffee shop, the only one he ever goes to and finds a seat near the window.
"Espresso today, Desmond?" asks Marcie.
"Yes!" replies Desmond, "You always know what I want."
Marcie smiles and heads off to get the beverage.
*He is so mystifying*
*Who is?*
*You Desmond*
*Well I have had a lot of time to refine my skills*
*You certainly have*
*Do you think he'll ever make the leap?*
*I don't know*
*I think he will someday*
*He's 32 though*
*Yeah most are aware by then and choose*
*Choose?*
*Choose to participate in the telepathic realm*
*Ooh yeah, I wasn't thinking*
A small flurry of laughs makes it's way around the crowded shop. Desmond looks up from his newstablet and looks around, "What did I miss?"
"Nothing, Desmond dear."
"Oh ok," says Desmond, "I can never tell if the joke's on me." Desmond smiles.
Marcie brings Desmond's coffee over and carefully sets it on the table, "There we are, dear."
"Thanks Marcie." Desmond starts sipping his espresso and keeps reading.
*Hmm what's this*
*Overdown backblind standingwave*
BokdeCod*BOOM!*
BokdeCod*BOOM!*
*Holy crap, Desmond!*
*You're fast today*
*I try, it's pretty important to keep the stream running smoothly*
*Yes it is*
*He's amazing*
*Every time I glance him doing that I'm baffled*
*To think he doesn't know*
*It's not so bad, he can be useful and unworried*
*But he still doesn't know, it's unfair*
*Telepaths have to attain it alone, you know that*
*Yeah I know*
Bok de Cod *BOOM!*
"I didn't even see that one coming!"
The restaurant falls silent. Desmond looks up from his news, "See what coming?"
"A bird flew by the window just now."
"Oh, ok," and Desmond returns to his espresso and newstablet.
*It's not right, he could be so important*
*He is, he just doesn't know it*
*And life is soo much simpler without the burden of telepathy*
*Yeah just think how hard it is to determine origins*
*Only the very skilled always know who is saying what*
*Quite true, even I am fooled sometimes*
*Sometimes eh?*
*Shush*
*I'll be going soon folks*
*Ok Desmond, have a pleasant day*
*You know I will*
Desmond leaves some small square gold coins on the table and gets up to leave, "You people are so pleasant to be around but I have to be on my way."
"Ok bye Desmond."
"See you later pal."
BokdeCod*BOOM*
*He's so fast!*
*Yes we know*
*But it's just beyond belief*
*I sure hope he leaps soon, I want so bad to discuss it with him*
*Yeah I would love to know how he does that*
*Me too*
Everyone watches Desmond exit and turn down the street to his cashier job at the most popular clothing shop in the city.
"If only he knew why his store is so successful."
"Maybe someday soon."
"Maybe not though, and I don't think it matters."
"Yeah his life has remained simple, despite all this."
"Yeah."
...
I demand recognition.... EEEEEEE!
Actually I'm gonna write up a new episode right now, hopefully, directly into the reply box. Is anyone getting sick of the 'Bok de Cod' stuff btw? It's from an unbelieveable drug trip I had 12 years ago, so if it has depth that's probably why. It means "broke the code" The BOOM thing is supposed to be overlapped, so that 'Bok de Cod' sounds like a boom. It refers to stopping/destroying a mental trick. 'Beak' should be obvious. It's a telepathic insertion of an unwanted thought construct. Din is a loud discordant unrelenting noise (check a dictionary, it's an actual word), so Din Gon means "MAKE IT STOP!" :lol:
Maelstrom
...
*backblind*
Bok de Cod *BOOM!*
*you stupid fucker, let me get some*
*who?*
*Jones, over here*
Jacksun looks around, "Jones?"
"Yeah right here," waves Jones.
"Yeah I see you," says Jacksun.
"So let me get some damnit," says Jones.
"You have to beat me," replies Jacksun, "if you can't you're less efficient."
*You fuck*
*No, YOU fuck*
*overdown*
*backblind inside*
Bok de Cod *BOOM!*
Bok de Cod *BOOM!*
*leave me some fucker!*
*good luck with that*
*if you idiots can't calm down I'm knocking you both out*
*fuck off*
"Ok then," says Plato, "you are cut off."
"Cut off like fuck," retorts Jones.
"So it was you," says Plato.
"Goddamnit!" shouts Jones.
*Ackfind stopgrind*
*Fsk uff*
*blackwaver unkind*
*NO!*
Jones collapses.
Jacksun exclaims, "Damnit Plato, he was helping!"
"It doesn't matter," replies Plato, "he was disrupting the flow."
"He was not."
"Yes he was," explains Plato, "his greed was strengthening the intrusions."
*backblind underdown*
Bok de Cod *BOOM!*
*over there too*
*yeah I see it*
*afterwind*
Bok de Cod *BOOM!*
"You have to understand why I did that," says Plato, "Jones needs to understand too, the telepathic realm must remain emotionless where intrusions are concerned."
"Why?" asks Jacksun.
"Because every energetic response feeds intrusions," replies Plato.
"Oh, and breaking the code is pure information," adds Jacksun.
"Exactly," replies Plato.
"So why did you knock out Jones?" asks Jacksun.
"He is too pigheaded to listen to reason," says Plato, "so I'm just going to knock him out until he stops it." Plato smiles.
"You evil freak," says Jacksun, "do you know how much a mental knockout hurts?"
"Yes I do," replies Plato.
Jacksun looks at Plato.
*underdown sidevoid*
Bok de Cod *BOOM!*
Bok de Cod *BOOM!*
*hey you got two with one attack!*
*yes, I did*
*ever get three or even more?*
*not yet*
*oh*
*I'm not sure it's possible*
*why not?*
*because of intiation factors, two halves to the brain*
*what the fuck are you saying?*
*they operate differently*
*and provide 2 modes of attack*
*oh I see*
*actblind*
Bok de Cod *BOOM!*
"You gotta stop doing that to Jones, man," says Jacksun.
"No. It's the only way he will learn," replies Plato.
"Well fuck," says Jacksun, "good thing I'm on your good side then."
"You aren't," smiles Plato, "you're just a better fighter that knows the rules."
Jacksun looks at Plato, "Rules? I never thought of it that way, it's simple mechanics."
"Exactly," says Plato.
Jones groans. "You stupid fucker, Plato, I'm gonna kick the shit out of you."
"Jones, you can't, you damn idiot, thought is faster," says Plato.
"I hate you," says Jones.
"Good," replies Plato, "now do it right."
*up there!*
*middleside stream also!*
*act quickly*
Bok de Cod *BOOM!*
*what the fuck?*
*that was only one!*
*that is strange*
*how could two intrusions just be one?*
*you got me*
*have you guys heard of the remote teleoperations recently?*
*no, what?*
*some guys were at one of the machines recently*
*and the machine got operated remotely*
*are you serious?!*
*yeah*
*so you think that intrusion just now was similar?*
*I think it was the same thing*
*shit*
...
I've planned 3 more episodes, but a tad wasted atm, so I'll get one done tomorrow hopefully.
On another note, I just thought I wanted to erase myself from the book of life. Good thing I know every point of consciousness must be conserved. :)
(I needed a break after that last one, sorry for leaving it so long)
Precursor
...
"So where are these guys?" asks Jacksun.
"They will be here," says Plato.
Jacksun and Plato stand in a large empty chamber inside the System Board headquarters. There are a few observers there that will watch and record the proceedings. A determination must be made on the nature of the new intrusions.
"You guys are late," says Plato as Keybold, Greyborn, and Timbralt enter the room.
"Yeah there were lots of disruptions on the way here," replies Keybold.
"I'll take your word for it," says Plato, "now down to business."
"You sure don't waste time," laughs Timbralt.
"Um," says Jackson, "don't trifle with him."
"I would agree," says Keybold, "I've heard things about this guy."
"Have you?" asks Plato.
"Sure have," replies Keybold, "trust me we will listen to your directions."
"Good then," smiles Plato, "how about a little test?"
*goodside backblind*
*what??*
*enterline closeby*
Bok de Cod *BOOM!*
"Dude what?!" asks Timbralt.
"I was just checking you," says Plato, "Keybold, I've heard you're almost as good as me."
"I'm quite skilled yes," says Keybold.
"Hey what about me?" asks Greyborn.
"You are readable, says Pluto, "all I have to do is look at you."
"Oh! Is that bad?" asks Greyborn.
"Not necessarily," replies Plato, "but it would be bad for you to work alone too long."
"Why?" asks Timbralt.
"Because after some time without physical communication, the mind starts to accept lies as the physical becomes less and less apparent," replies Plato, "and once a few lies sneak in, the effect cascades into complete mental disarray."
"Wouldn't that happen anyway?" asks Tinbralt.
"No," replies Plato, "you know how hard it is to tell who is communicating telepathically, so you can guess what happens when you never ever get confirmation."
*squee*
*what the hell*
*actions underfound*
*ok then*
*there and there!*
*seen indown*
Bok de Cod *BOOM!*
Bok de Cod *BOOM!*
*well that was unexpected*
*expectfind underdown*
*backblind inside*
*there too!*
*and two on me*
*got it!*
Bok de Cod *BOOM!*
Bok de Cod *BOOM!*
Bok de Cod *BOOM!*
Plato smiles, "You guys actually are quite good."
"What?!" exclaims Timbralt, "that was you?"
"Shut up!" says Keybold, "It was a test."
Plato says, "Yes it was."
"So you tried to disrupt the stream to test us?" asks Timbralt.
"Yes I did," says Plato, "Don't be surprised though, intrusions get through anyways so it's not such a big deal if you miss."
"We all train like this now," adds Jacksun.
Everyone looks at Jacksun. "Oh you can talk," smirks Keybold.
"Sure can," smiles Jacksun.
*so show us what the new intrusions looks like*
*twinside afterwind*
*they are double intrusions??*
*correct*
*how is that?*
*I'm not sure yet*
*not sure?*
*it must be a way of using both sides of the brain in a single attack*
*that's impossible*
*why do you say that?*
*your mind would have to split*
*well I can do that*
Plato coughs.
*send some attacks my way simultaneously*
*findalso backblind*
*overdown winding*
Bok de Cod *BOOM!*
Bok de Cod *BOOM!*
"Hey!" exclaims Greyborn, "that's a neat trick!"
"It took a lot of practice," replies Plato.
"I would imagine," says Keybold.
"So you see it's concieveable that someone could conbine the attacks into a single one," says Plato.
"You think that's what happened at the machine then?" asks Greyborn.
"Yes I do, " replies Plato.
"Now," says Plato, "what about our mission?"
"Yes," replies Keybold, "we are supposed to group at the machine shortly and prepare."
"Prepare for what?" asks Timbralt.
"We are going to see if we can defend the machine," says Pluto.
"What if we can't?" asks Jacksun.
"We must," says Keybold, "the machine is the the only one that still works and is the only way we have to get certain pieces of technology."
"That's not true!" blurts Jackson.
"Well, we can produse these things in a normal manufacturing setting," explains Keybold, "but the machine is 100% accurate, none of our current technology can match that."
Plato grunts, "We need someone else."
"What?" asks Keybold.
"For what we are about to do, I think there is someone we should bring along," states Plato, "have you heard of Desmond?"
"No I haven't," replies Keybold.
"I have," says Jackson, "he's some kind of telepathic genius, but he is blind to it all."
"Oh that guy," says Keybold.
"Yes," says Plato, "I think we are going to need him."
"But he's not aware," counters Keybold.
"He will be," smiles Plato.
"Huh? How do you know?" queries Greyborn.
Jacksun looks at Plato, "I know what he's thinking."
"Do tell," say Keybold.
...
(sorry about all the spelling mistakes in the last one, I was tired, this one should be back to normal, ie perfect. :p)
Wise Old Newcomer
...
Plato asks, "So how long till Desmond gets here, it's been 2 days."
"He's just arrived, sir," says the attendant.
Plato, Keybold, Greyborn, Jacksun, and Timbralt are all waiting at the Local Board HQ spaceport terminal. It's been a nervous 2 days but the guards at the machine say there has been no activity there. They aren't telepaths though, so their observations are based solely on monitoring the machine.
"It's odd it's been so quiet in there," says Keybold.
Greyborn replies, "I know, the stream has been strangely smooth."
"I find it odd, too," says Plato, "I'm sure we will find out why though."
"That's what I'm afraid of," replies Keybold.
Desmond enters the terminal and says, "I'm looking for Plato."
"Here," replies Plato, "These are Keybold, Greyborn, Jacksun, and Timbralt." Plato points around, all shake hands in greeting.
"So do you have a reason for the strange request you sent, Plato?" asks Desmond.
"Yes I do," replies Plato, "but it has to wait a bit."
"Why's that?"
"We need to go somewhere first, you need to see something," says Plato.
"Ok, let's be off then," smiles Desmond.
The group makes their way down corridor after corridor, towards the room with the machine. As they near Plato starts testing Desmond.
*overside backunder*
*blackblind findwhere*
Bok de Cod *BOOM!*
*action winding*
*leastway sideblind*
Bok de Cod *BOOM!*
*you are quite good*
*I try, sir*
*why call me sir?*
*I haven't encountered your mind before*
*do you know what you are doing?*
*I am negotiating the stream and keeping it free of disturbances*
*yes you are, and you're doing a good job of it*
*thank you, I try*
*afterblind winding*
*stunmake angledown*
BokdeCod*BOOM!*
"Goodness!" exclaims Plato.
"What?" asks Desmond as the rest of the group pause and stare at him.
"You will see shortly," smiles Plato, "good to have you along."
"Thanks," smiles Desmond.
The group enters the room with the machine. The guards salute and one asks, "shall we leave you to your business, gentlemen?"
"Please," replies Keybold, "and thanks for watching the machine."
"What were you guys gonna do if it activated?" asks Timbralt.
"We were going to destroy it, sir," replies a guard.
"What?!" yells Keybold, "who gave that order?"
"The System Board Administration, sir," replies a guard.
"It's a damn good thing it's been quiet then," says Greyborn.
Keybold winces, "damnit that's not the point! That should never have been the order."
"Didn't you guys lose a device already?" asks Plato.
"Yes, but.." whines Keybold.
"There's your answer."
Desmond has made his way over to the machine with Jacksun and is examining it while the guards leave the room. "This is very interesting," he says.
"That's what we are here for," replies Keybold.
"This is what you were talking about just now?" asks Desmond.
"Yes, it is," says Greyborn.
"It's a machine? I've never seen a machine like this," says Desmond, "where is the control panel, in another room?"
"No this is the control panel," Greyborn points at the telegrooves.
Desmond looks over to the panel. He runs his fingers over the telegrooves as if they were a lover's skin. Everyone's eyes light up as they see this.
"Do you recognize those?" queries Plato.
"They seem so familiar," whispers Desmond.
*actionmake foreground*
*CLANKWHINE*
"What the fuck!" Keybold yells.
Desmond shrieks, "Oh my God!" Then much quieter, "I did that, didn't I?"
"Yes you did, sir," says Plato, "and you have ruined my surprise."
"What surprise?" asks Desmond.
"You don't want to know," states Jacksun, "trust me."
Everyone laughs while Plato smiles broadly.
*testing*
*testing me, sir?*
*that's correct*
*this seems so familiar, like I have been doing it for years*
*you have*
*but, how, is it me?*
*yes*
*but how could I not know*
*it's a level of your mind, just like the subconscious is*
*so it's always there*
*oh I see, strange*
*yes indeed*
*is everyone like this?*
*no, some never reach the level of activity required*
*yeah, the telepathic layer forms in response to high mental activity*
*I see*
"So why am I here," asks Desmond.
"We need help defending this machine," says Plato.
"Defending it? From what?" asks Desmond.
"I somehow think you will know the answer to that very soon," replies Plato.
Keybold starts, "what makes you say that?"
"Yeah," adds Timbralt.
"Because," says Plato slowly, "I think the attackers use us as antennae to reach the machine."
"You can't be serious," sputters Greyborn.
"The guards weren't telepathic," ponders Keybold, "I think he's right, it was 2 days."
"So all we have to do is not be here?" asks Jacksun.
"Yes, but there are many who use the machine, it's in almost constant use normally," explains Keybold.
"If we can't fight off these new intrusions, the machine will have to be rendered inoperative," says Greyborn.
"Well," states Plato, "that's not going to happen. Desmond, let's get started while there's no telepathic activity."
"Started, sir?"
"Yes," smiles Plato.
...
(Just an interlude while I dream up something suitably cool for the battle at the machine.. I thought you guys might like this one. :D)
Inspiration
...
"Hey mind if I use the machine?" asks Desmond of Keybold.
"Go right ahead," replies Keybold, "you're the reason we still have it."
"Well," smiles Desmond, "maybe part of the reason."
"Let's see now," ponders Desmond.
*handsheath enable*
*mindwind engrave*
*GRINDSQUEAL-SCREE-CLANK*
Something similar to a glove appears in the machine. Desmond inspects it closely, "Hmm, not quite right."
*groovemake pointed*
*SQUEAL*
The glove shimmers a bit, and changes slightly. Desmond says, "Perfect," and smiles widely while he reaches into the machine and grabs the glove. He puts it on his right hand and flexes his fingers, it's a spiky thing and looks rather dangerous.
"What is it?" asks Plato.
"I'll show you in a minute," replies Desmond, as everyone looks on.
"Is it a gauntlet of some kind?" asks Greyborn.
"You'll see soon, hopefully," smiles Desmond.
*actionfire creation*
*energydraw mindform*
A small device appears in the machine.
*drawfire sending*
The device shimmers and then returns to normal. Desmond grabs it and sets it into a hollow in the glove he is wearing. "Now lets see if I can make this work," he says. The glove and the device have a metallic look, and are covered with what looks exactly like telegrooves.
*focuspoint sending*
Desmond stretches out his hand and a beam of fire shoots from the glove and hits the wall of the chamber, leaving a burn mark.
"Oh my fucking God!" screams Keybold, as everyone else exclaims and jumps back.
"How the hell did you do that?!" asks Jacksun, trembling.
"No shit!" squeals Timbralt.
"It's something I thought might work," explains Desmond excitedly, "and apparently it does!"
*focuspoint sending*
Another beam of fire leaps from Desmond's hand and slams into the wall, leaving another burn.
"Good God!" exclaims Plato.
"This is fun," grins Desmond.
"Ok, where did you get the idea for that?" asks Greyborn.
"It's just something I thought possible," replies Desmond, "given the energetic nature of certain telepathic forms."
"You are quite a strange man, Desmond," says Plato, "may I try it?"
"Sure," says Desmond, as he removes the glove and hands it to Plato. "Unlike breaking the code, you need to send emotion into this."
"Ok," says Plato, fitting the glove.
*focuspoint sending*
A puff of flame appears in Plato's hand but goes nowhere. "Bloody hell," stammers Plato, "let me try again."
*focuspoint sending*
A ball of flame leaps from Plato's hand and goes forward a ways before hitting the floor. "Grrr."
"Let me try!" says Timbralt.
"Wait a damn minute," whines Plato, "I want to get this down."
*focuspoint sending*
A fireball leaps froms Plato's hand and strikes the wall, leaving a smoking spot. "Ok that's good for now," says Plato, "Here, Timbralt."
Timbralt slips on the glove and smiles, "Watch this."
*focuspoint SENDING*
*FOOOOOOM!*
A twisting beam of fire shoots from Timbralt's hand and leaves a small crater in the wall.
"Holy shit!" squeals Keybold.
"Dude what the hell?" exclaims Jacksun, "how did you do that?"
"I suspect his elevated emotions allowed it," says Desmond, "just as Plato's training in controlling his emotions stifles his attempts."
"I concur," says Plato.
Desmond turns back to the machine.
*sparkside static*
*electron rising*
*SQUEEGRINDCLANK*
Another small device appears in the machine.
*teledraw energetic*
The device shimmers, and then returns to normal. Desmond reaches in and grabs it. "Let me see the glove," he says to Timbralt.
"Sure," says Timbralt and removes the glove.
"What this time?" asks Plato, "as if I didn't know."
"Electricity," smiles Desmond as he puts on the glove and switches the small devices.
*sparksend attract*
A bolt of lightning arcs towards the wall and leaves yet another burn. Desmond laughs in delight as everyone else looks on, stunned.
"Ok, that's enough of that," admonishes Keybold, "we can't be destroying the place."
Plato, with wide eyes, says, "Desmond, could you make a few more of those gloves?"
"Certainly," says Desmond, "I'll teach you too, and the others."
"Excellent," smiles Plato.
"What are you going to call those," asks Greyborn.
"Hmm," says Desmond, "I'm not sure."
Jacksun suggests, "How about 'Psi Gloves'?"
"Hey, I like that," says Timbralt.
"So do I," smiles Keybold.
"Psi Gloves they are then," agrees Desmond.
"About time we got some new toys," says Plato gleefully.
Everyone looks at Plato and laughs in agreement.
...
(There will be several parts to this episode, I'll get them done as I can... does anyone have any comments? I see the thread views so I know people are reading it, but no comments... :()
Haunted Planet Pt. 1
...
*intotwain makeblind*
*here they come!*
*sideunder makefind*
Bok de Cod *BOOM!*
"I knew it would start soon," says Plato.
*aftergrind windfind*
*up there*
*underdown also*
Bok de Cod *BOOM!*
BokdeCod*BOOM!*
Beak!
*GRINDCLANK*
"Damnit!" exclaims Keybold.
"We need to find a way to stop that!" affirms Greyborn.
"I have an idea," says Plato, "attack the next one, and I'll attack your attack."
"What the hell good will that do?" asks Keybold.
"Just do it," orders Plato.
*underglow findalso*
Beak!
*afterfind intodark*
BOK DE COD *BOOM!*
"Excellent!" says Plato.
"How did you figure that would work?" asks Jacksun.
Plato explains, "because the intrusions to the machine are going through us, I figured an attack through another attack would stop them."
"We still aren't in the clear," says Greyborn.
"Nope, we need to be able to do this as a matter of course," agrees Plato.
*intotwain activate*
Beak!
*actionblind stopfind*
BOK DE COD *BOOM!*
BOKDECOD*BOOM!*
*what the hell Desmond*
*yes what the hell*
*I've discovered something guys*
*do tell then!*
*those remote intrusions*
*yes?*
*they aren't from a person*
*of course they are, that's ridiculous*
"Wait a minute," says Plato, "what are you trying to say?"
"There's nothing living at the origin," explains Desmond, "I traced them."
"You what?" queries Plato, "How?"
"It's hard to explain," says Desmond, "I seem to be able to determine origins flawlessly."
"You could have told us that," says Keybold.
"I didn't think it was special," explains Desmond, "until I heard you guys talking about it earlier."
"Well thanks for informing us," smiles Plato, "and you're teaching me first."
"Yes sir!" smiles Desmond.
"Now about the intrusions.." continues Keybold.
*twinfind blackwind*
Beak!
*standing underfind*
BOK DE COD *BOOM!*
*none have reached the machine since that first one*
*yes, this is quite good*
*Desmond the new intrusions*
*yes, they are from a nonliving source*
*a fucking ghost??*
*a person long dead, likely*
*that is insane*
*quite, but the stream could carry the thoughts of a person beyond death*
*I suppose*
*I still don't believe it*
*stillblind blackside*
Beak!
*towards downfind*
-nothing-
"What the fuck?!" shouts Keybold.
"That makes no sense at all," says Timbralt.
Jacksun whispers, "a person long dead."
Plato frowns and says, "well then, Desmond, you were right I guess."
"This means we are going to have to have telewarriors here whenever the machine is in use," states Keybold.
"Yes we are," agrees Greyborn.
"Well that is annoying," says Plato, "I thought a knockout might put a stop to this, at least for a few minutes at a time."
"Annoying isn't the word," frowns Keybold, "this isn't going to stop."
"Well hell," says Jacksun, "it looks like some of us have new jobs."
"We have some investigating to do now also," says Greyborn, "what does a person long dead want the machine and it's production for?"
"THAT is the question of the day, isn't it," gripes Keybold.
"I'll get in contact with the Local System Board and let them know we can fight the intrusions successfully now," says Plato, "and this new.. stuff.. also."
"Timbralt, Jacksun, get what you need to stay here a while," says Keybold, "we've got to make sure things go smoothly during the next few days."
"Certainly," replies Timbralt.
Jacksun shrugs, "Ok."
"Greyborn, you can let another team in to use the machine," says Keybold, "I want to get a handle on how future operations will proceed."
"Good plan," replies Greyborn, "I'll go see who is waiting."
...
(Second part. It's getting a bit crazy in there!)
Haunted Planet Pt. 2
...
"Hello folks," says Keybold to the entering team.
"Hey, I'm Richard," says the leading tech, "and this is Tricia."
"Hello guys," smiles Tricia.
"A pleasure," grins Plato.
Greetings pass between all in the room.
"So what are you two working on?" asks Greyborn.
"We're making a plasma containment unit for Han's Shipping," replies Tricia.
"Let's get started," says Richard.
*magnetic constrain*
*holding torus*
*GRINDWHINE*
*take that, I'll make the generator*
*ok got it*
*antimatter source unbind*
*energetic activator imaged*
*connect*
"Interesting," says Jacksun.
"Yeah, the machine is quite a piece of technology," says Plato.
Keybold adds, "All we need is mental blueprints and we can make anything."
"I wonder if we'll ever figure out where the machine came from," ponders Greyborn.
"Forget it," says Keybold, "we've been over this."
"Yes I know, it's a relic of a previous technocracy," replies Greyborn, "I still want to know though."
*sheathmake encased*
*stabilize*
*WHINESQUEAL*
"OK, we are done," grins Richard, "I'll get the towmotor and get this thing out of here."
"Thanks for watching out for us, guys," says Trica, "I heard some strange things are happening."
"You could say that," says Keybold, "it hasn't been fun."
"That's an understatement," says Timbralt.
Richard drives up to the machine in the towmotor and carefully lifts out the containment unit. He waves and leaves with Tricia walking behind. "See you later guys," she smiles.
*intotwain wakeblind*
Beak!
*GRIND*
"FUCK!" yells Timbralt.
"Get ready," directs Keybold, "it's starting."
*underdown darkfind*
*freedomsign*
Beak!
*backblind underfind*
BOK DE COD *BOOM!*
*sendwind sideunder*
Bok de Cod *BOOM!*
"Hey!" exclaims Greyborn, "The device we lost is back!"
Keybold quickly looks over at the machine and yells, "destroy it quick!"
"I thought we wanted to save it," quickly says Greyborn.
"Not anymore," orders Plato, "destroy it!"
*actionmake crushkind*
*GRINDCLANK*
The device starts to come apart.
*AAAAUUGGHHHHH!*
Timbralt screams, "SHIIIT!"
Desmond jumps and then yells, "that's our ghost!"
"Finish destroying the device quick!" exclaims Keybold.
*eliminate atomfind*
*extricate energyblind*
The device crumples and disappears.
*AAAARRRGGH!*
*what the fuck?*
*you stopped my return!*
*who are you?*
*I am the master of the machine!*
*you will pay!*
*pay for what?*
*I will come back!*
*what the hell are you saying?*
*I am coming back!*
*I am coming back!*
*I am coming back!*
"Oh fuck sakes," Plato says, "the ghost wants to return to the physical!"
"I think you are right!" says Desmond.
"No way!" yells Timbralt, "that's impossible!"
"My God," exclaims Greyborn, "no wonder it wanted a wormhole engine."
Keybold's eyes go wide, "You're right!"
"Do you guys realize what this means?" asks Plato.
"I do," says Desmond, "the machine can be used to defeat death."
Everyone stands and stares at the machine.
"This is unfathomable," mutters Plato.
...
Thriving on fear and running to pain
You always say I have nothing to gain
But I carry this stick around with pride
And never look back to those who died
The slain defend my name of pain
And force their blood into my brain
As I grow strong on the power
Of things before which demons cower
There's a seething devil in me
That always wants to be free
When the unwelcome come around
That is when he is always found
Stay blind and happy in your derision
Because it won't be my decision
If you decide to wake that beast
That would like on you to feast
Save me before I'm blind to you
Save yourself before you run
Keep your demon to yourself fool
I don't like that kind of fun
I want to make something new
Before this story is done
(just seeing if I still have.. looks like rage? Hmm.. :p)
Just some bits and bobs that I put in my sig occasionally.
http://i73.photobucket.com/albums/i213/neosigs/heartfinallittle.jpg http://i73.photobucket.com/albums/i213/neosigs/cord.jpg
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Anyone is free to use the little widgets if they want... just keep in mind that they are all evil. :lol:
TicketInspector
21-11-07, 14:03
I wondered what that it would be,
So in the end I just guessed,
And YES
THAT'S IT!
Some kind of egg?
No, not quite... let me try again
Fudgewinder armapop!
But with a gaping hole in the face of thee,
truly great for he who slaps fish apun his knee
Tis a glacier! Ahoy! we shall plunge into the rythm of the waves but when ticket to ticket expires, we shalt be thrown overboardums.
Dude, you're weird. :lol:
Listen
Amp that music and groove out
Listen to the lack of doubt
That artist is transforming pain
And setting us free again
Don't get bogged down
When the world makes you frown
Draw upon that energy
And let it set your mind free
Take the darkness within
Something where the planets spin
And create a shining star
To set alight the worlds afar
From darkness rose animation
A living song of pure elation
Fed by the light of creation
It's the melody we all dance in
(Just for fun :D)
(Just a preface.. I can look into the past anywhere with my little mental flashlight...)
I saw Jesus' face, I am convinced.
He looks a little bit mongoloid, with some greek features. He might look a bit retarded, but he doesn't, instead he looks like a man troubled deeply by the world. He was looking down and away when I first saw him.
I keep looking at him, he looks sad mostly, I must be seeing his love of the world. His face keeps telling me the story of the christ. This is so weird.
TicketInspector
22-11-07, 20:26
(Just a preface.. I can look into the past anywhere with my little mental flashlight...)
I saw Jesus' face, I am convinced.
He looks a little bit mongoloid, with some greek features. He might look a bit retarded, but he doesn't, instead he looks like a man troubled deeply by the world. He was looking down and away when I first saw him.
I keep looking at him, he looks sad mostly, I must be seeing his love of the world. His face keeps telling me the story of the christ. This is so weird.
I'm confused. Is this a poem or what you really "saw"?
I saw it *shrug* I've always looked at Jesus as just another man.. maybe a super famous one but still just a man.. when I saw his face 2 nights ago it kinda made me think "this guy has suffered even more than me!" I don't like saying that though.. I'm quite a freak myself. :o
TicketInspector
22-11-07, 20:46
Was it a dream? apparition? hilucination?
I was awake, and I can look into the same space and see him again.
TicketInspector
23-11-07, 16:59
wow dude thats pretty awesome, try take a picture :D
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