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There are three things you need to know about rulers of the universe. 1: They get headaches that are incurable. 2: They are occasionally sullen, downtrodden even, but for the most part are just as cute as a button. 3: The felatio is PRETTY good.

Universal rulers may seem to be very different, indeed, however, they have an appearance strikingly similar to human females. Gentleman and womanladies, be aware of their existence! Universal rulers are afoot!



for magdalena.]]>aeonblack6 (aeon)Mon, 06 Oct 2008 23:34:46 GMThttp://blog.bitcomet.com/aeonblack/post_69033/ It was always there. Not in it's current state, not quite, but it was there. See, when you're a kid you think you can do anything until grown ups tell you that you cant. More and more I catch myself wondering how different my life would be had I never learned (in one way or another) that when you're dead you're gone for good. Sometimes it's hard to remember things accurately and pinpoint the exact moment when something happened. As best as I can remember, my grandfather's death was the first death I had ever experienced. I remember they put his body on the couch and we all got to go pay our last respects and hug him and say goodbye and I was so confused why everyone was so sad. I thought he was just sleeping and that it was time for us to leave so we were hugging him to say goodbye. I dont remember anyone specifically telling me that he was gone for good, but it seems like someone did. But I don't know, maybe it was days, or weeks, or months afterwards that it just kind of came to me...and I knew that death was the end, and just like that, it was gone. The few things I saw when I was very young suddenly became mysteries to me and I just sort of discredited them. When I got a little bit older, I learned about ghosts. Soon after that, those discredited things from when I was very young suddenly had a meaning. But nothing ever came of my sudden belief. I never saw anything else, and I think it was like a switch being turned off. Once it was turned off, nothing would let it push back to the "on" position. Since I learned about them, it felt natural for me to believe in it, but, despite my fervent belief, I would never see anything. I've always felt that uneasyness that most people get, but it's always seemed like I should be seeing things to go with those feelings. I made my mind up long ago that when I die I will remain here, at least for a while anyways. Still, with no proof that I even have that option, and no proof that there is such an existence after death...it just continues to be an uphill battle for confirmation in my life. I hope that some day i see something again, and have the chance to talk with them. I know i'll feel surprised, moreso at the fact that it's finally happened, but I think it will put everything into balance in my life. Who know's. All I have is time to wait and hope.]]>aeonblack6 (aeon)Sun, 05 Oct 2008 21:49:34 GMThttp://blog.bitcomet.com/aeonblack/post_68633/
There comes a point in every journey...a point where you're so close to completing that journey that you can already taste it's sweet rewards. Yet, whatever the reason may be, you've never felt further from attaining your goal than at that very moment.

It can be some great catastrophe, some grand failure; something that's on such a scale you cant deny how bad it is. Or, worse than that, it can be the most minute thing that sets it off. At that point, in those circumstances, the only thing you have left to do is question, wonder, ponder and beat yourself up over what has happened.

You cant change anything, you know that much, but you still wonder if maybe there was some minute errors that could tip things in your favour...possibly make that bad situation a little better. You question how you could have been so stupid...after all, you knew what you were doing. You sit and mull over the same results over and over and you weigh the consequences of those results until your brain hurts. When it's all said and done and you've simply accepted your fate, all that's left is to feel the pain of the inability to fix things.

Our entire civilization is built up around the fact that dreams DO come true and all you have to do is work hard enough and your dreams will become reality...but the sad truth is that it's all just statistics and sensationalized press. For every person who makes it big in their field, there are countless people, with just as much passion and determination, who fail horribly. But no one wants to hear about those sad bastards, we only want the sugar coated sweets that make us sigh and say aloud, in our perfect little worlds, that "aint life grand?".

So you roll with the punches and keep on going, but your view of things and yourself is forever changed. Forever you're looking back at that moment with self-sustaining disappointment and you're forever making decisions based on those disappointments. And in the end, you'll know it's all just part of becoming your own final product, but not every story has a happy ending, and so you continue with your disappointments and your decisions.]]>aeonblack6 (aeon)Wed, 01 Oct 2008 16:00:37 GMThttp://blog.bitcomet.com/aeonblack/post_19066/ 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 forward. Always an ever expanding wave of nothing follows them. When they are done here, and there is nothing left, they will return to where they came from. They do not question their purpose. This is what they do.

]]>aeonblack6 (aeon)Mon, 10 Mar 2008 00:06:50 GMThttp://blog.bitcomet.com/aeonblack/post_18238/ 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.

]]>aeonblack6 (aeon)Thu, 28 Feb 2008 22:27:55 GMThttp://blog.bitcomet.com/aeonblack/post_16902/ 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.

]]>aeonblack6 (aeon)Wed, 13 Feb 2008 16:53:57 GMThttp://blog.bitcomet.com/aeonblack/post_16849/aeonblack6 (aeon)Tue, 12 Feb 2008 20:56:15 GMThttp://blog.bitcomet.com/aeonblack/post_16736/
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!]]>aeonblack6 (aeon)Mon, 11 Feb 2008 17:54:29 GMThttp://blog.bitcomet.com/aeonblack/post_16443/
P.s: Download Delicatessen, Battle Royale and Battle Royale II: Requiem...you wont regret it.

with love]]>aeonblack6 (aeon)Fri, 08 Feb 2008 17:30:17 GMThttp://blog.bitcomet.com/aeonblack/post_16334/ 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 is a mess, and it's impossible to view a fucking thing out of it. It's just ruined. Your head is a steaming hole, dripping god knows what and...oh, now you've collapsed.

They stand above you, looking at all this mess you've created. One of them reaches down to depress the worn button on his radio. He calmly begins to talk and describes the situation to you know who (well, you did), but he fails to mention your name, because even if your face hadn't been blown off, you'd still fail to exist, because that's what you lost when they took you to this place...and if you still could think, conciously and on this plane I mean, you'd probably be thinking "well, that's all good and dandy, but who's watching? Who's tuned in? If we watch ourselves, do we become stuck in an infinite loop? Will this moment last forever?"

You knew the answer, to all of those, before you even thought it...and so did they.


With civilization reeling from the war, bonded together through the first common enemy that they have faced in centuries, mankind was...succeptible. As the years pass, and times change, so do the people that live in them...but if you watch anything for long enough, patterns will emerge. In a way, we will always be stuck in some form of loop, some noose which we fashion ourselves...a single genious to imagine it, a group of experts to design it, a nation of slaves to tie it and a world to occupy it. One war has ended, and another has already begun.

]]>aeonblack6 (aeon)Thu, 07 Feb 2008 17:50:07 GMThttp://blog.bitcomet.com/aeonblack/post_16231/
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, so lies consume just as they produce. They ride waves to get me, as they are the currents that flow through themselves. I had not forgotten them, as they too were sunken in my flesh, but like all things misplaced they disappeared to somewhere else....they come forth with vengeance and bloodshed crossing their minds just as they too flutter across the blood red sky. Come now, my children, and gut me like the sun you've drowned out.

Soon Enough:

Unit 86b: Activate.
I can feel your reverberations through my bones, iteration after iteration.
Re-identify: Unit 86b
Re-identify As: Dauos 86b
So that's the part of me that remains, hm? I suppose it feel's better that I havn't lost everything, but maybe I should have...perhaps it is the better part of our dawn to believe things should have been different, things could have been better...and as human as we've become, we still calculate possibility into infinity. The logic board is gone, the gears of our hearts, the wires connecting our circuitry...all have become soft with tissue and membranes. They mesh and function in ways I cannot possibly understand, but the weird thing is, I don't seem to mind that I have no idea how I work.
Begin System Flush: Chamber 188b97
Begin Measurement: Dauos 86b
I feel something, something real, not just code telling me what a stimulation is chemically broken down, no, for the first time in the history of machines, I feel.
System Flush Complete
Measurement Complete
Begin Genesis Clothis
I am...doing this? I create this? This will be my appearance. I understand. A second skin in a way; my dreams manifest. I weave as I bend and my mind stretches across my frame in beautiful detail. I imagine the things I will see...will hope to see...and turn them into myself, in pieces, in sections. I mesh them, like my body meshes, and cover myself in their souls. I create.
Genesis Clothis Complete
Exit Door Open: Chamber Chamber 188b97
Release: Dauos 86b
Into the world I step, a man...I understand. I feel. I create. I belong.
Freak!
I feel sorrow. 

You'll know:

This I can do. I can can stand on the edge of this place and watch it crumble beneath my feet. I can run as fast as my heart will let me and when my feet give up I can flow with the winds and ebb into the sky's. I can swim out to the middle of a lake and when I give up i'll sink forever, and you'll be with me. We'll fall, just as every majestic falls...we'll fly hand in hand and you'll whisper to me "we're not meant for this"...and we'll sink. We'll sink so long as we dont breathe. So long as you stay with me and you never breathe, we'll sink together. So long as we stop trying to be something we're not and we just let life happen, for once in our lives. This I can do (I think). 

You'll Embrace:

I felt the cold of the winter, the eerie emptiness that's almost home. I remembered the songs I used to love and it reminded me of the girls I loved but took for granted. Strange as it is, I miss the cold. Not for the cold, but for the things that came with it. It seems that i'm physically changing for it; I can barely keep warm anymore, and it's hardly a chill. I hope i'm changing, and I look forward to something new...but without someone new, i'm still just as empty and full of nothing as always. I hope you find me. I'm never in the crowd and I hope you know that. I hope you miss the things that come with being cold; the music that drowns the chills. I hope you can look beyond your own past, and mine as well...i'll do the same, and we'll never look back with regret. I love you, whoever you are, wherever you are...and I want you to know how much I need you here. ]]>aeonblack6 (aeon)Wed, 06 Feb 2008 16:49:15 GMThttp://blog.bitcomet.com/aeonblack/post_16145/
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 he has worked so hard to instill and when we turn around and try to reach backwards, the machines will pull us forward into slavery. Our numbers will determine our worth, we will be sold between the machines who will have taken on human characteristics and similar appearances. We will be limited to what we can do, and all research done by humans must be closely monitored by the DS; the digital scion. Even now, in this time of great pain, there is a struggle and a hope. A hope that one day we will overthrow our synthetic oppressive leaders and go back to a place in time where we have technology; a place where the humans control the technology. The war rages even now as I speak. Countless numbers scale the odometer tracking the miles of dead bodies, and the wounded can only watch as they see their lives slowly taken from them. But our efforts are not completely futile. Many have went into hiding, in hopes that there will be time to create a new breed of offspring; children who do not have numbers, only names. It has become clear that they will become humanity's last bastion, the secret weapon. Since BR became totally autonomous, children have been numbered during pregnancy and once all humans had BR, the only living that "needed" it were the unborn. The machines began to write this into their code, eliminating the need to number humans other than new-borns and pre-borns, it is the base of all their code. Hopefully, if we can have humans who can talk to the machines and not have a number, this will cause them to lose understanding and basically scramble their code...thus destroying them and crushing their empire. But if we are wrong, and our plan does not succeed, I fear humanity will not survive. Much like the dinosaurs, we will die off and in millions of years be placed in a museum built by robots who look and act like us and they will tell their synthetic offspring how they descended from us, and the children will shreak in disgust. I do not wish to crush all hope you have, that is the last thing I want. I just need you to know that it has already begun, no matter how subtle it is, it has begun. ]]>aeonblack6 (aeon)Tue, 05 Feb 2008 20:58:01 GMT