Aeon Black Apocalypse

She used to stare up the sky, dreaming of what lay beyond the clouds and dust. Then she grew older and pursued her dreams, spying on the heavens and naming the stars no one knew about. She had stoked the wood in her fireplace shortly before, and felt the heat from it as she sat in her reclined chair. It could have been anything, really, but she tracked it. She followed it, as best she could, streaking across distant sky's. It was distant, but still, it felt as though the back of her eyeballs were being licked by the burning tongues of Cerberus. It moved to the point where she could no longer follow it, and lay back, gazing into nothing, stunned. In the following weeks she would look harder and longer to see it again, and she would. She would go outside her normal work frame and stare at the brink of the sun. And she would find them again. Strange, dull images were taken. Videos of a reasonable quality. She would send them, everywhere she could. People began to talk. Word spread of their existence, whatever they were. She stoked her fire and talked with whoever wanted to talk. She was seeing sun spots almost all the time on the edges of her eyes, for she was a trained viewer and knew how to look properly. More photo's, of better quality, would be taken. Video's. They would be given the names of old gods. And then the world would attempt to contact them and they would respond by bringing the fury of the sun to their world.

Canal City was the first. There is nothing left of it, not even ash. It's like they wipe your memory of the place when they destroy it. It's so hard to imagine it now. They stride with full lungs into cities and cast their hands outwards. They rake buildings with ease, erasing them in waves. People are eaten away and forgotten. They try using weapons on them, despite knowledge that they will have no effect. They need to see for themselves, and they do. The heralds dont even acknowledge the attempted damage to them, they just continue. Always pushing......

As you may or may not have noticed, I havn't posted anything for a while. This is basically due to a number of reasons. Some family issues, business and financial related issues, and my semester of school coming to close (meaning lots of projects due and lots of tests)...nothing too serious, just alot going on and i've only had a small amount of free time available to write in here. The way I looked at it, it's not about quantity, it's about quality; i'd rather you enjoy what i'm writing than just know that i'm writing.

So, all that being said, with my life ceasing to be so hectic, i'm definately going to have more free time available to think up things to write about...and what I find interesting is that the more I think about having the time to be creative, the more my brain is re-activating that mindset. It's like i'm switching out of that daily-routine/drone mode that we sometimes find ourselves in...and I don't think that's a bad mindset to be in, sometimes it's neccessary, but life has so much more to offer. We, as human's, have so much more to offer.

I've got some more studying to do for my last final tommorow, but i'll leave you with Timothy Leary.


I did act as a PR person for the brain...and the possibilities for changing the brain are endless, but our human race doesn't understand the brain at all...now, think about it, all that work for fifty million years to produce a brain with all these receptor sites to have the government come along and say they're illegal...that you can't activate these certain circuits of the brain...and there are alot of area's of the brain that we havn't even thought about that we can activate.

The clouds clearing, the dust settling and, all in all, I can see things clearly again. My sickness is waning away and it appears by the end of the week I should be back to normal again (well, as close to normal as i'm gonna get, anyways). Life in general seems like it's coming together just fine and it's looking to me like this is going to be a good year. A year of great conclusions, one's that I think i'm okay with. Three cheers for Nyquil.

Do yourself a favour, download the album Oi Oi Oi! by Boys Noize (especially if you're into stuff like Justice, Daft Punk, Sebastian, or really any of the Ed Banger Record Label stuff)...it's bangin'

Thanks to all of you out there in bitcomet land who have read my stuff, and I hope that more of you leave comments telling me what you think. I really enjoy hearing from you all, even if they are negative comments. Thanks again. Cheers.

Blacked out on the bathroom floor this morning. Nearly cracked my head on the edge of the bathtub as I collapsed to my knee's. Forced myself into ice cold water and nearly went into shock. Slowly got used to it and cooled my body down. I'm shivering still but I still feel like i'm boiling inside. The drugs are NOT strong enough. Fever is sustaining but not reducing. Personal note: i've never gotten chicken pox, and this is apparently how it starts. Fingers crossed that i'm not crossing that bridge, not now. I think about her nursing me back to health and it keeps me sane, and it's like i'm nursing the thought of her nursing me all the while i'm nursing myself. Phantom care. I dont even have a clue what tommorow morning is going to bring.

Well, this sickness has definately gotten the better of me and I still remain feverish and sore. My throat and chest are so dried out from a hacking cough that i'm almost forced to take tiny breathes so as not to irritate my lungs...which would assuredly start up a coughing fit. I feel so weekened by this and my only reassurance is that at some point it will pass and the fact that I dont get sick very often is fairly comforting.

Normally, getting sick wouldn't be too big of a deal for me, i'd just take a day or two off work and get better...however, the schooling i'm doing right now for my trade limits me on how many hours of school I can miss, and because i'm already pushing the limit of hours I can have before being expelled, i'm basically stuck with going to school. It's a pretty shitty situation.

Soup, lots of water and the couch...here I come!

I'm sick. I'm taking the weekend off. See you all on monday ;)

P.s: Download Delicatessen, Battle Royale and Battle Royale II: Requiem...you wont regret it.

with love

After the rise and fall of the machine empire, mankind regained their control over machines...only this time with a tighter grip. That being said, if the machines are now only a medium for mankind...

Who's tuned in? Who's watching? There are eyes tracing gridlines mapped over a dull six and a half inch screen, and at this very moment you are a series of oscillations being monitored for what can only be variances. You, the little rabbit being prodded along, are about to make quite the variance.

The screen really loses it's meaning when steam is rising from the slug inside it. The cracks in the screen, streaming outwards from the entry wound make the gridlines look like a spider web. You wonder, will the waves exit through that hole and spiral about this room, becoming what is and was and whatever will be.

The screen, you think, is beautifully framed by his skull casing and brain matter. Though, that incessant dripping of who knows what is really just plain old distracting. The screen though, it just draws you in. It pulls you into a wall and holds you there, pressing the life out of you. If we watch ourselves, do we become stuck in an infinite loop? Will this moment last forever? You knew the answer to that before you even thought it. His head droops and that picturesque moment is now but a memory, fresh and tinging in your mind and through to your teeth. For you, yes you, have found out exactly who's watching...and well, lets just say your ratings have plummeted.

So who's watching? You'll never know, because he doesn't have a face anymore. Even if he did, he lost his identity when he began with this. So what do you do? Enjoy it. That's all there is. That's it for you.

If you still could conjure up thought, conciously and on this plane I mean, you'd probably be thinking right now "damnit, if he hadn't collapsed that would have been like a scene from a movie...completely impossible, yet strangely compelling in all it's glorious audacity.

The screen......

Part 2: The Great Divide Of The Phantom Limbs, The War, The Machine Incite and Hope In The Trenches

Next Week:

It was like watching your own arm slowly, over many years, just stop working. The only real difference was that it was all happening at once, one enormous feeling of helplessness and despair, but it felt like the only thing that mattered. All that we cared about and all that we needed and would ever want was that arm that didn't work. I kept a hook made of bone that I found along the back side, though I knew that one day the poison inside of it would fester other parts of me. Not that I felt a need to live dangerously and with recklessness, it just seemed like the right thing to do. I wanted to rip open seams all over the place, and stitch them back up with a different colour thread. I wanted to use patches with things written on the inside, so that only me and you, if you paid a close enough eye to the small details of myself, would know about it. I wanted to know that inside the leggings, were new and old ideas, thoughts, impressions and visions of a future that could hold some kind of hope, even if that future is this future, because sometimes the dreams you have will only be a memory from tommorow. But it seems like this time, the memory never happened and it was just a thought that I had about something that never took place....in a place that didn't exist. Strange, but I know now that other thoughts are in the now and it was the truthfully neglected thoughts that made me feel like a real person. We function like machines who have forgotten their own circuitry, and maybe that's why we feel the need to create something that remembers. Maybe. 

Later:

I hear them now, as they descend upon me. I am the leach in the ground, the crescent above and then the patchwork that lie below. Shifting as their eyelids do, my boxes move across and forth just as lies move across their dead set minds...and we are just as dead as I am so not,......

Part 1: The early years.

I have not dreamed a breathe. I have not slept through my life. I do not fool myself with the illusions that things will come to me on their own. There is a war that is raging at this very moment, even through the times of your nations' "peace", that will force humanity into a bind that it will never seperate from again. We have all become slaves of our own doing by the illusion of safety in technology. Though humanity is visibly reeling from this war, we still have hope, we still have dreams. Our oppressors can never take those from us, and therein lies our power to overthrow and defeat them.

Three years from now, in your time, the United States government will pass a bill that will make "human coding", or BR (short-hand for branding, as the commoners call it), legal. Within 5 years after that bill has passed, every human being in the US, both living and dead, will have an ever-changing number assigned to them. This number will seal the fate of the person, as the number is based not only on location, but also looks; personality; political standing; psychology; genetics; mannerisms; current employment and efficiency at said place of employment; talents and abilities; etc etc, the list goes on an on. With this system in place, one needs only scan the number of the person to decide wether they are fit/capable/willing/efficient enough for basically anything. Over the 10 years after the United States' complete BR, nearly every other country in the world will have an identical system in place ("our system is flawless, not a single failure yet"). Much like the computer and the internet, BR will explode and gain immense popularity and support. With the ongoing technological advances outside of BR research, machines will automate the scanning and eventually the scanning will happen without you knowing of it. The privacy act will first be undermined, then it will be abolished. One after another, man will lose the freedoms......

My blog can be found here. It's more a collection of my writings and less a daily verbal masturbation about how celebrities lives have affected mine...give it a shot, you might find water.

p.s: The only reason i'm not reposting my writings onto this site is i'm not sure how much reader traffic i'm going to get. If you read this, and delved into my blog a little deeper, and think I should repost here for convenience, speak your mind, I love feedback.