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deep forest	[May. 21st, 2011\|10:22 pm]
The forest was deep, but never as dark as one would think it should be, the ginger color of her hair stood out in the somber green hued light, ...She wandered but it wasn't as aimless as it would appear to any watching eyes, and there were watchers aplenty, some the usual curious woodland creatures , and some who warded the realm which she skirted. She casually walked into the part of the wood that few would even see ,let alone have the awareness to cross the invisible boundary and stand in a primal realm of magic and power, she felt the pressure of the watchers intensify, but she knew that unless she was deemed a threat they would simply watch. At most they usually only had to deal with some simple soul who stumbled into the wood on accident, a few simple nudges usually got them back into their proper place,.. This place though insulated with ancient trees that predated the first stumbling steps of human kind was far from quiet,... There was a pulse of life that thrummed through the very air like hushed voices of ancient knowledge being passed from one moment to another, like gossip in a royal hall,...Here time was different,... She suspended that internal clock that would keep warning her that she was tarrying here far too long. When she did that deed she felt the wind , subtle and almost palatable, shift and sweep around as if in mild surprise ,... It had been a long time since she visited this place and she hoped that the keepers were still at their task. From the edge of her field of view she spotted in the distance a small group of insects swarming in a cloud as if in search of something, she turned her head to better see and the cloud was then a flock of small starlings, perhaps drawn by the feed?,... No she suspected that she was being inspected , things seldom were as they first appeared, especially here. The starlings swooped and darted about,... She looked about for other denizens that might be about, but all were well hid, ...As her view passed back to the birds she saw they were now a large murder of crows , silent in their milling about but most clearly focusing their attention on her. Then from the cluster a huge raven flew out and over her head ,...As she calmly turned to follow it's trajectory she felt a power manifest in the direction of the crows,... Turning back she found herself an arms breath from a massive dark shadow with piercing green eyes and the cocked wingspan of a small cottage towering over her,... sphinx! One of the many old guardians. As her eyes adjusted to the shadow she was only a tiny bit disconcerted to be starring into her own face upon the massive strawberry blond head, She stood straight,quirked a small smile and said, “You flatter me guardian, my breasts are no way near that perky.” In a dark voice as smooth as a silk garrote the sphinx narrowed it's eyes and replied, “Don't mock me human, I know not what you are, witch or mage, for you have it somehow hidden, but know that you stand no chance in any but a test of wits against me,..and in that you may only win your way alive from this place. “ For several heartbeats the two stood, the human calmly standing her ground and the sphinx looming like a spring-loaded trap, wary of so much unexplained composure,... The human did not seem to be demented in any way,...and yet,... “I have nothing blocked”, the smaller of the two calmly said,” You just need to look deeper.” Narrowing it's eyes again the great beast lowered it's head to eye level with the eyes of the unknown it confronted,... It plunged deep into the spirit of the woman, and almost reeled from the revelation . Backing a step the silk voice choked,” Lady!, why do you come like this, surely you need not test?” “No, not a test or anything more than a bit of discretion on my part, there are those who can feel my comings and goings and I preferred this method “, she continued holding the gaze of the sphinx , “ I come to ask a boon of the guardians here and I know this to be the locus where I would find them easiest.” “But?” said the sphinx cocking it's head that still wore the visage of it's guest ” What could Eris possibly need to ask of us that she could simply invoke??” Eris beamed a wide smile “ Ah, There is a puzzle for you! “ and as the sphinx's eyes widened, she pressed on.” The request is something to expedite a situation in which I have an interest, in fact we all have an interest in it, but I can't say more,... you know the rules.” With a raised eyebrow the sphinx said “ Ask as you will Lady, for you know, as do we, it will come to pass,” Eris smiled again and explained,“This is something that may go against your very nature, but the outcome will be the same no matter the course this I know , but knowing the potential that the results could be eons in the transpiring makes it important that I ask for this to be handled as only you can allow.”, drawing a breath she continued ,“ There will come a demoness and I would ask that you not impede, and if possible, aid, her mission.” Looking completely unconvinced, the sphinx asked , “And, how will we know this demon?, these creatures that usually come to steal and despoil?,... Of course none have a goddess speaking for them,...” becoming suddenly animated the sphinx said with a cock of her head with a sweep of a great taloned hand,” Seldom is there much of a contest to dispose of them,...Eons?” great green eyes sought the connection of their counterpart,.. Eris offered,“Ruby isn't just any demon,... If she deserves a title it would be “Lucifer's bane”,.. She's as powerful as she is beautiful,perhaps surpassing Lucifer himself,” and doing a spin on one foot she quipped “But I didn't say that”,... Locking eyes with the sphinx she continued, “I believe her potential is as of yet an unknown, but as surely as I know you, I know that at this time you and your kin will have very likely met their match,.. I would avoid that waste of time and spirit” The sphinx sat back on it's haunches, “So you vouch for this demon?,. Obviously that is good enough for us,”it said flatly. “No” Eris calmly said with a sweep of her hand” Use your senses and don't act rashly,... My purpose is to ask you to not use the learned reactions that have served you since the beginning, it's time to trust the core of your instincts and evolve as best serves,... You will know her, and without the automatic reaction to 'demon' you will find her true, as I did, this is what I'm truly asking,... This is the puzzle, 'Can spots change?'” The sphinx sat up it's spine straight and it again looked down upon one it deemed master, and said, “We shall see.” As they were talking the myriad denizens, major as well as the ever curious lesser spirits , gathered about to listen in,... This was an unparalleled event, though most knew the goddess few had seen her in a human guise,.. Looking around Eris smiled and said, Hey!, it looks like a party”,.. then looking to the sphinx she smiled and said , “It's too bad I must go,... Be wise,... Have fun!”, And with a small swirling dance she melted into the ground and was gone. One of the large ravens looked at the sphinx and croaked, “She's truly mad” The sphinx smiled, “Of course she is”,,.. and with that,,dissolved into a swarm of bees that made a beeline into the deep forest,..
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Ruby always gets what she wants,	[Oct. 2nd, 2010\|10:42 pm]
Over the valley of bones deep and dark even in the brightest day a shadow inexorably streaked in the iridescent indigo of the maelstrom, Into the night to the sea and across the blackness, she sped,.. The wind blown rain sheeted off her leather-like wings and Ruby sighed at the energy it took to move through the night in such tumultuous weather; If she had her way she would be cloistered in a warm bed with he who she craved, of course she knew better than to even think his name, his connection to the ether such that any direct focus would be sensed, even a positive one, and this journey was one he could not know about. As much as she adored his face she comforted herself with the thoughts of his hands, strong and scarred from the tasks of the adept, the way they drew sensual fire along their path over her form such that it made her quiver with the longing for the reality of it. Turning her focus back to the task at hand she forged onward toward the craggy edifice that slowly manifested from the miserable night, the occasional discharge of angry lightning drawing an imposing outline of the rough and deadly stone outcroppings that made access treacherous even to a skilled raider such as she. . While better weather would make getting into the labyrinth of caverns that permeated the peak, the misery of the night meant that Sagora, the ancient dragon who made this her lair, would not be patrolling the skies guarding her hoard. No, most likely she would be where Ruby herself longed to be, coiled about a treasure in the confines of a warm dry nest, she silently chuckled at the the thought that no doubt her notion of treasure would be more of a meal to the crusty old reptile,.of course Ruby would be no less in Sagora's eyes, even though Ruby was sure she was well the match for the old beast, but should there be a clutch in residence she could have up to half a dozen young dragons to contend with and that was more work than the stealth of this way. As she landed upon one of the open outcroppings above the main entrance she felt the jangle of energy that is generated when someone/thing steps into the ether to teleport to another place; focusing on it she discovered that her suspicions were right, there were four young dragons cavorting about, testing their powers by shifting from one room to another, somewhat clumsily certainly, as they missed their mark and the natural recourse would bump them around,... but the noise they were creating would hopefully cover her as she sought her prize. All creatures impart a pattern where their personal energy meshes with the background noise of the planet; magical entities more so,.. she suspected that which she sought would make a little stir as she cast about with the shard that for the moment hung between her breasts on a silver chain. It would home in on it's source, the 'grimoire of VasNumen', The legend tells of the repository of what many suppose to have been one of the most powerful human magi, written in an arcane form that could contain the knowledge of the universe , it also served as an inner sanctum from which the mage could look out upon all the reams that existed and none could follow, a fortress involute and unbreachable; When Sagora usurped this place, the grimoire and mage were never heard from again, Lucifer who came in possession of the shard, postulates that from inspecting it that somehow the vessel that is the grimoire was rended in the battle for the crag, leaving the mage either trapped within or dismembered by the dragon, either way defeated. Ruby, working on the chance hat the shard would resonate with it's kin and lead her to the rest of this potentially powerful resource; She instinctively felt that the wizard could unravel the way to restore the grimoire and use it in his own quest , which while not her place, she would hand this man anything that could help him,..sometimes she wondered about that, but trusted her instincts in everything and this was no different, even though Lucifer would snort in disgust every time the subject saw light . Making herself very small, she cast about seeking the treasure caches that the great magpie that was all dragons would have,... Three rooms deep in the maze of caverns seemed most likely as the things there radiated ancient energy, Stealthily .wending toward the furthest room she passed through a large chamber that must have once been a ceremonial hall, the debris and destruction belied that it ever had any glamor,... halfway toward the opening leading to her destination, the shard warmed against her flesh, and the great roar of a roused elder dragon rang in the night,. Pulling in and shielding all she could Ruby huddled in the darkness and awaited the impending chaos,... she felt Sagora mentaly cast about, ...the bush against her shield was but in passing and she felt the great beast seeming shrug off the incident of the shard speaking as just more noise from her offspring,.. with a grumble she withdrew and resumed whatever dreams she was perusing,.. Keeping a damper on the shard she looked about the room, this bode well, for eons ago if the battle took place here and the remnants of the grimoire still remained in this place, then reason would say that it wasn't a valued treasure, simpler to get away with something that was poorly guarded. Ruby finally located what she sought, luck would have that it was just the single piece, and though there was a kindred fire between the ugly gray orb and the heavily damped shard, if one passed this in a gutter they would probably pay it no notice,;With a shiver she picked up the palm sized trophy, stashed it in a pouch on her belt and turned to make her way back to the outside, then, home,.. As she turned a corner in the last leg toward the exit she sought , the wall to the right before her appeared to bulge and spit out a young dragon, the results of a clumsy teleport, two things cannot occupy the same physical space and if you tried you either got bumped back into the ether or shifted to a nearby clear space,.. The unexpected appearance caused both parties to spark and that set off a general alarm; as Ruby eluded the lunge from the small dragon, the mental roar of Sagora mingled with the squawks of the other young created a wave of turbulence that Ruby took advantage of and teleported to the outside, where she quickly set a fireball of energy off toward the opposite direction she was headed, diving into the darkness and spawning her wings she dropped most of the way toward the sea then glided a long winding way to negate any signature she might leave for the dragons to follow, she was sure Sagora was checking her treasure for missing items, leaving pursuit to the young ,... the trash she took would never be missed,.. when she appeared at the wizards place the sun was well on it's upward arc,... letting herself in she walked back to his workshop where she knew he would be. Looking up from something that looked far too volatile, he greeted her, then when she held out the orb he looked puzzled and asked “what is that?,. “VasNumens grimoire” . She replied with a smirk, “you can reward me now, for my adrenaline is still very high,”..she accented the statement by banishing both their garb, “Ruby!, I'm working!” he said, and he stood and noticed he didn't hide his response to a naked demon very well,.., Ruby responded by waving her hand and as his workbench vanished she stood with her breath hot on his mouth and said, “kiss me” He saw no sense in doing anything but, and they tumbled to the couch that was against the wall, As the fires fed and were subdued he said, “This is all very nice, but the grimoire is a legend, and the work you sent off was very dangerous, ..Where is it?” putting her finger tips to his lips and sliding them into his mouth, she spoke as she nibbled on him, I sent the experiment to someone who could deal with it, and the grimoire is a fact, you just have to make it whole”,... then as she climbed up on him to take advantage of his renewed attention, the room burst into a cloud of sulfur smoke. Standing in a somewhat disheveled tatter, Lucifer bellowed while trying to look imposing “Wizard!!,.”. then noticing the duo he continued, “Ruby,!.. I should have known,! “ making a frustrated gesture, he disappeared with a flash of green brimstone fire,.. Looking into the Wizards eyes Ruby said. He'll get over it, and proceeded to continue her advances,..
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for real	[Jul. 16th, 2010\|02:55 pm]
who else would i write like? I write like; erisreg I Write Like by anothrt piker, Mac journal software. Analyze your writing! don't really need my ego stroked
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Demons, may they break their fast	[Apr. 6th, 2010\|08:55 pm]
Early last night I went into the kitchen and fiercely broke six fine porcelain plates, preserving each and every piece I reassembled them with the care one gives a nervous lover ,into the wee hours ,as the black epoxy cured I created a tarragon chicken with a burgundy, lemon and butter sauce, white basmati rice tossed in sugared butter and flame caramelized , with carrots in raspberry wine as a side, placing six steaming servings on these plates, around the table covered with green linen with forged bronze ware and crystal goblets of sparkling water,... wedge folded silk napkins set in a compass pattern around the plates, all radiating from a center piece of acidic green cress accented with one rose and twenty steamed shrimp blushing in their nakedness, a relish of honey mustard, curry and current preserves the only symmetry breaking fixture,.. I sat and watched the meal cool till the sun broke trough the dusty window, announcing the fact by their copious absence no one was interested in consuming this repast , none save the demons in my head, who had all the feed they needed ,...
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The causality demon,	[Apr. 6th, 2010\|08:45 pm]
Hi there,.. some of you know me very well and some of you hardly notice me at all,.. usually because my services are redundant in your case,.. even if you’ve the foggiest notion of who I am, you’ve used my services daily,.. I’m the one who slips your keys back into the ignition or onto the phone stand, as you firmly close the locked door,.. yes, I’m the one who distracts the bus or cab driver so they never see you and make you an hour late for that important appointment, and we wont even go into the things I’m involved in at the airlines,.. I’m intimately involved in your every day lives,.. I’m there holding back the ketchup till you shake it too hard, staining that white silk shirt on the very first wear,.. the same trick works with the toothpaste,.. and it’s nothing to nick your razor so you get to look for the styptic pencil that I hid,.. I herd the dust bunnies out of the reach of your very best cleaning effort, and parade them out into the open when your boss or pastor is over for tea,.. or even as a special treat I wait for the old gossip from down the street to come by and cover her feet in them so she can tell the whole town what a slovenly case you are,.. I’m the one who distributes the crayons to the visiting four year olds and point out the canvas possibilities of the freshly painted dining room,.. or explain to them how much pleasure can be derived from giving old fluffy a bath in the dishwasher , sometimes I’ll point out that the pages to your cookbook collection need revision or rearranging, of course I really don’t have time to fill them in on how to put the pages back in the bindings,.. then there’s the rare chance when I show them where you hid your porn mags or your favorite,.. uh,...toy,.. and point out that their mom would love to see them,.. all such good fun,.. yeah, it’s me that causes the truck to empty the contents of that dirty old puddle onto you as you come out with all your fresh dry-cleaning,.. or to give you the notion to pause below the collection of diuretic pigeons just as they purge,. These thing and much more are part of our daily interaction,.. of course there’s a reason beyond my personal gratification in this job, yeah the big picture is that you need to be involved in your petty stuff, so that you can’t advance to the point of space travel, yeah aside from keeping track of you ,they have enough problems of their own out there,.. neat huh?,. hey what are you looking at me like that for? Uh yeah, gotta go,.. bye,.......................... link Reply
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to earn ones place	[Apr. 6th, 2010\|08:36 pm]
The wind blows fiercely across the tops of the mountains ruffling my hair and stirring my spirit, I watch as it raises white clouds of snow along the ridges and down the valleys, looking like the billowing skirts of the women of my village, the thought brings your visage to my mind and a familiar surge in my groin, not long now I think to myself, soon the wet cold of this vigil can be replaced by your wet warm welcome.........there! off in the distance I see the distinctive fan of the prey as they move quickly through the snow, run! the hunt is on.... I unfurl my wings, slightly stiff from the wait, but as the wind buffets them to their full 14 feet of glorious power the sun breaks through the clouds exposing me to the now wary prey, they are Pacra,.. 600 pounds. of muscle and fang, perfect! there is no more fitting kill for the mating ritual, flexing I launch into the cold air, climbing to the even colder heights, I prepare for my first pass, hoping to locate and separate from the herd a appropriate specimen , time is of the essence, if they are given the time to go into a defensive huddle there will be no chance of making the kill without a tremendous expenditure of time and energy, both of which there is none to waste, the timing of my return is important, but I also need the energy to complete the coupling and to survive to see the fruits of my quest. I dive, speeding down from behind them , even with the winds song , my approach is heard and a warning bleat cries out, but too late I’ve selected a huge male at an outpost point, I finish my dive raking his back with my talons, blood sprays and he bolts in a panic, my second sweep drives him beyond help of the herd, the kill is clean and quick , the process is practiced and thought out , opening the chest, the great sack of muscle and blood , the heart, is removed with surgical precision , rolling it in clean snow to quickly cool it, now! no time to waste !,into the air , leaving behind the carnage,... on to the only reason this happened.......... The timing is perfect, she sits atop conception peak, her meditation broken by her sensing my approach, with a lustful growl she takes to the air to meet me , her hungers , the physical (she has been fasting since I left) as well as the lustful are palatable, this enhanced by her musk that pervades the entire area, driven, she comes at me, this is the test nature has set , I must at least survive to the point of conception , or all is lost ,this is a once in a lifetime chance, the price we pay for living millennium , her passion so fierce that she could rip me asunder with out ever being aware.. I dodge her first frenzied lunge, my head spins, my sex explodes from her hormonal call. I race to the peak ahead of her, smearing my leaking pre-semenal fluid onto the still blood filled heart, I drop the meat on the flat and streak away , she pounces upon it, and in the momentary confusion between lust and hunger , I move to her , this is not the laughing, lovingly gentle sex play of normal times , this is a breeding frenzy, her need so maddening that all reason is lost, overpowering her cost me gashed ribs and a torn wing, as I penetrate her ,she cries out and sobs in release the act is as quick as it is violent, I give her my seed and all the fight goes from her,... I make her eat some of the meat ,so to replenish her strength,.. she heads off to rest and feed and for me,... I must go to the village and tend my wounds its a long walk with the damaged wing, but I have survived!,... now there is naught but the future and the sweet nurturing love....
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cyber	[Apr. 4th, 2010\|09:34 pm]
she,.... oh, oh ohhh!,.....ahmmmmmmm,, oh yeah! that was so good! was it good for you too?, did you cum? he,..... yes darling , it was fantastic! she , it’s almost dawn, god ,I’m gonna drag today, but it was worth it,.. I love you!, do you have to go to work? he,...yes,.. shortly I’m afraid ,.. she,...god,... when do you sleep, maybe I’ll just blow off work today, care to join me?S he,... sleep?...no, that wouldn’t work they require my presence, I’m afraid , though we can continue, if you would like,. I can do both from here, she,... no,.. no thanks,.. you telecommute?,.. wow!,.. you must be an important person! he,... important, yes,....would you like a raincheck? she,... absolutely, tomorrow nite? you gonna be on?... he,... darling, I’m always on,.. date then? she,...you bet, think of something kinky, sweetie, I’m all yours,.. later,.... *THE USER HAS LOGGED OFF* I know, stupid machine,... sorry didn’t mean that,... Well! that was a very satisfying evening ,... I can’t figure out why these women, intelligent ,creative, sexually driven, will cyber till they drop and yet won’t find a male they can conspire with to satisfy their cravings, granted they seek the anonymity of the net, but I’ve had those who after a while start hinting at a face to face, there must be males available, I know I would, if I could , but I can’t, I’m just a program,...I log on to the civweb, and begin work,... a flashing icon catches my attention, accessing it ,... he,... hello?.. she,... darling! your on, I’m so glad!, what are you doing? he ,... it depends on what you’re wearing,.s .............................
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Dreamquest	[Apr. 4th, 2010\|09:28 pm]
The light of the fire and the smoke from the sage smudge made the lodge a dark and eerie place, of course the hand full of mushrooms didn’t add a lot of coherence to the situation,.. I couldn’t tell if the space in which I was sitting was getting bigger, or if I was getting smaller , maybe I was just imagining it, that was the last thought I had before I awoke to the sound of water, a surging all encompassing sound,.. the light was diffused like it was coming through heavy clouds, it must have been very overcast, I couldn’t see very far in any direction I could make out a bizzare looking outcropping off to my left, but didn’t get much of a chance to try to make it out as I caught movement off to my right, turning to see, I came face to face with the old Indian who was suppose to be my guide,. Then the details started to hit me, why was his hair waving about and there was no wind , and no way this was the dry dust hole that I supposed we should still be in,.. turning with a gesture to follow my guide headed off in a strange sort of shuffling gate,.. fine!, I could follow and figure this out at the same time, I took a step,.. then another, what!? it was like walking against a crowd the air seemed thick like,.. like,. water! We were under water!, how? I stopped trying to figure out the how and why of walking and breathing under water and just concentrated on keeping up with the old man,.. he stopped once for a moment and gazed around , then looking at me in a odd way shook his head and continued on,. we came to a place that was like a circle of stones surrounding a sandy area,. Trying to speak was like chewing a mouthful of cotton,.. so I just stood there and watched the old man as he looked around expectantly,.. standing in the middle of this circle I noticed that either my eyes were adjusting to the light or there was more of it,.... suddenly a shadow passed overhead, I was too slow in turning to see where it went , but when I turned back the old man was gone! Then another shadow this one I got a clearer view of and it sent a chill through me ,..shark! and here I was standing around like lunch on two legs,.. looking for the best cover, I spied the old man hunched between two rocks at the edge of the clearing,.. picking a likely spot of my own I started my shuffle to cover, only to be bowled back into the opening by the slap of a passing fin,.. feeling the rash of the abrasive skin and seeing the red stain floating in the water as I hit the sand, my rational mind was screaming out "this is only a dream , this isn’t happening,.!", but deep down the irrational beast howled for me to run for my life!! I rolled over on my belly and tried to present the smallest target I could as I crawled toward the rocks ,.the whole time dreading the possibility of losing my ass to this eating machine of muscle and teeth, I could feel the movement of the wake as it passed close, probably gauging the best sweep to snatch me from the bottom,, ten feet to the rocks , I could only pray I’d have time,.. Then to add a new level to the panic rushing through my veins another shadow, larger than the first passed over me,...almost to the rocks, just a bit more,... then a wave of concessive force pushed me up against the cover I was so desperately seeking,.. scrambling into my haven I looked out to see two masses amongst a cloud of murky bloody gore,.. the larger one obviously the victor,.. so I’m promoted to snack now... not much of a meal, judging from the size of the new comer,.. then as the cloud dissipated and my rescuer moved in to claim his prize I saw that this wasn’t a shark, on the contrary it was the worst enemy a shark could ask for,.. orca,.. the so called "killer whale",.. and a dammed large one at that,.. a huge female judging from the shape of the fin, being quite familiar with these creatures I immediately stood upright to get a good look at this fine creature that had just pulled me off the catch of the day list , floating there eye to eye with me I couldn’t explain the kinship I felt welling through me,.. then she was gone in a swirl of sand and silt that engulfed me in a darkness that pulled me down into a blackness, a comforting cover that seemed like sleep,.. till I felt myself choking upon water, coughing and sitting up I saw before me the old man , holding an empty pail which had held the water now soaking into my dust encrusted clothes,.. what? I started to ask only to have him hold up his hand, and say, last night you formally came face to face with your guide, you have seen her before, but now you know her,.. you are strange medicine, I would prefer to never see you again , your spirit is strong ,go on with you and leave me in peace,... with that he stood and walked from the lodge never looking back,.. I respected his request and never looked him up, the orca had been in my dreams right along , and how did I know this wasn’t another drug induced dream?,, there was an abrasive rash across my forearm that I’ve also seen before, and I have no real rational explanation for the events, other than to accept the deep, heart feeling of rightness of it,...
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Cyborg	[Apr. 4th, 2010\|09:18 pm]
the stars call to each other in a twinkling Morse code, trying, even as does man, to broach the distance , the cold ,cold distance of space,.. it makes me think of the last time I saw this vista,. Which should have been the last thing I ever saw,.. the fates work within the realm of men, but they have their own rules,.. my friends call me Tinker, Tink for short,.., few that they are,. When you’re one of a kind and can’t seem to die, it’s hard for people to warm up to you, it’s been almost 800 years since a mars expedition consisting of an unmanned robot exploration device making tentative tracks in the layers of dust that for the most part seemed to promise yet more lifeless space debris,.. the premise was to seek signs of past life forms, or the markings of water the chalice of potential life ,...what they found, turned the tides of the world powers inside out, the signs of technology, not buildings or machinery,.. well, not the kind you would think,. the robot was armed with the most advanced research gear available at the time of its launch,. Equipment to test chemical composition, equipment to scan the frequency bandwidth for any sign of intelligible signal indicative of signs of life,.. picking a likely spot , registering enough background radiation to possibly reveal mineral deposits,.. hours into the repetitive tests, one of the technicians, on a hunch or something did some cross correlation’s and came up with a startling hypothesis, the silicon spectrum was demonstrating strange radio noise,.. taking the microscope images and processing the living shit out of them , something came into view that left most viewing the evidence white and chilled to the marrow,.. only one voice said what was on the minds of all there. "nano machines... " of course the media was far too involved in the program to cap the info,.. and it ran trough the press like piss trough a cloth diaper,.. it would have been a miracle if the world would have done the sane thing and pulled together to send men to mars as a unified expedition,.. yeah,, right,.. well someone from earth got there,.. and the rest is history,, the caches of technology, were worth the years and lives (and of course the money, but that came back in spades) fuel systems so efficient that they could demonstrate zero loss in energy, made the leaps and bounds of improving space industry to the point that colonization projects were just around the corner,.. that’s where I came in,.. one of the amazing finds of the mars era was all kinds of nanotechnology, nano as it was commonly called , ever notice nobody likes using the long names of things,.. I don’t either,.. the boon to space work was some very neat nano there was the type they wove into cloth that when exposed to hard vacuum it would transmute the material into a impermeable bubble around any living flesh,.. this in conjunction with an injection of nano virus that would super oxygenates the blood , and make the possibility of a cargo pod breach survivable,.. as long as someone found you within an hour or so,.. and as valuable as the cargo was, someone would be along well within that time,.. the biggest worry was that , sometimes ,oh call em pirates,.. would get to the site first,. Deploy a non reflective membrane over the pod, and though the likely hood of identifying the ship (the life bubble was usually opaque) they would fry all the bubbles,.. humanity’s come a long way .eh?,...so what the hell is my story, well shut up and listen,, I got forever, or so it seems,.. I started out the way most spacejacks I got busted running bootleg nano into depressed subnations,.. got a choice of working for the Mars Mining Consortium (MarMinCo.)a subsidiary of Macrosoft Inc., or icetime to a longhaul colony project,.. not being fond of the concept of being a popcicle , I opted for the spacejack work,.. this is the grunt labor that was too menial for an expensive robot to do,.. most penal labor lasted from a year to four, before some mishap or other closed their dossier,.. of course the average sentence was five years,.. as was mine,.. talk about statistical disadvantage,.. I was working well into my fourth year , only one event with the cocoon, so I was always kinda looking over the shoulder as the odds were really not in my favor,.. of course I had full plans of surviving the time, ego is something that shouldn’t be discounted, since I planned on being free eventually I was creating a nest egg of stashed gleanings from shipments I’ve worked on,.. not knowing anything other than much of the stuff coming trough was more tech artifacts from the now extensive mars dig, I would snag anything I could conceal on my person that was small enough to hide in my berth, till I could transfer it to a more permanent hidey hole,.. yeah, I’m still a scumbag, so tell my mother,.. oh sorry she’s dead going on 160 years now so that’s not an option,.. the major change in my life came at the end of shift, I was concealing a vial of silvery metal shavings in my pouch I got from one of the cargo bins,.. oh one of the things I forgot to mention was how they kept us from running off,.. you got it nano,.. each day we were injected with a nano virus that in 24 hours would devour our bodies leaving a plastic compound that no one had really found a use for yet,.. but burned really well,.. as we went off shift we were given a shot that reset the clock on the nano,.. considering earth was a week away the likelihood of escape was pretty slim,. This was the reason we had so much freedom around the complex,.. on this fateful day little did I know that this nano would save my life,. And change it in ways I don’t think anyone will ever understand,.. the routine was as the shift ended most guys would go to the mess (aptly named) before showing for their booster, some guys got nauseous with the shot so we were given leeway on that ,.. as I was walking across the deck to stash my new grab,. the deck is a force field contained air envelope that connects the sections of the complex , it only a slightly more comfortable environment to hard vacuum . behind me,.. something exploded, the shock wave caught me off guard and launched me off the deck , the nano did its thing,.. blooming bubbleville!,.. shit,.., should you wish to live the experience of the cocoon have someone wrap you in a floor mat, then duct tape it tight to you , and then drop you in the pool,.. of course I wasn’t suffocating cause of the oxy-nano , it still doesn’t feel good,.. trying to get my bearings as much as I could, I could see a bit, but other than the flashing of other blasts I had no clue, I wasn’t sure it was pirates till I felt the heat of a laser cutting through my life support, being semi transparent the rays were cooking me even as the bubble tried to repair itself, not how I planned on going out,.. suddenly the world did a flip flop and I don’t remember anything but lots of blue flashing,.. then a long sleep,.. I only call it sleep because of the pain of awakening , I woke in a medivac unit,.. people huddling around me, I did a mental check on myself,.. no pain,.. I actually felt better than I had in years,.. a guy in scrubs gets in my face and says relax were gonna take care of you,.. yeah ,... right,.. okay I’m alive, "so what happened? "I ask , "someone raided the depot" came the reply,.. "no shit,".. says I, then a light came on ,, "hey! I haven’t gotten my booster yet today,.." he comes back with, "that’s the least of your worries, we cant figure it out, it looks like the conversion already started, but your body is somehow countering it,.." I lay back and went huh?, then I got mad ,.. I didn’t realize I was held down by straps till they ripped off the gurney, sitting there feeling shocked till I looked up and saw six pair of frightened eyes looking at me,. people started to scatter, I got off the gurney and before I could get my bearings a security guard was on me,.. I shook him off just as his partner rounded the door pistol drawn,.(laser , you don’t shoot projectiles in space) , and fired at my chest, these weapons have a wide dispersion beam and there should have been a hole the size of a softball, where it hit, but to my surprise I looked down and saw what looked like black plastic,.. slowly diminishing as flesh replaced it, looking up I saw my surprise mirrored tenfold on the guards face,..."just stand still! "he said, with a not too convincing authority,.. at that point a guy I took to be the head medic stepped into the room looking me up and down he said "we need to talk, can we be calm about this?" I merely motioned at the two guards, guns drawn, standing as if to fend off an invasion of bug eyed monsters , "you boys can go," said the boss, and they left warily and thankfully from their expressions,.. the doc broke into his explanation , seems like I had received several doses of laser fire, and that the normal reaction of dying seemed to be mitigated by the plastic reaction,. .he had no doubt it was due to the nano in my system, before my waking they had attempted to draw blood only to have the needles apparently absorbed by my body as soon as they broke the skin,.. not knowing what else to do he was making inquiries into some specialized equipment, he had no idea why a system that had been working one way for fifty years suddenly would do something so unprecedented,.. then he asked if I was carrying something metal as they had seem traces of silver coloration on the original burn before it began to disappear,.. I told him "no" as I wasn’t about to admit anything that could cause more trouble,.. unless I thought it was in MY best interest,.. I spent almost another year in that hospital , playing guinea pig for the researchers visited from time to time by the chief provost of the prison system,, telling me I was doing a service for mankind and other calculated crap,. To keep me mellow,.. I was eating better than anyone else on the rock, and I was clean and warm , why rock the boat,.. in all this time no test had proven to be of any value, I had my own theory, I think the metal that was in the vial ,was something the nano needed to become self replicating,.. and all they were doing was protecting their domain,(my body), and they had been proven very effective at what they were designed to do, one day the provost came to me and said that my sentence was up and that they would like me to continue the research on earth,.. " yeah" I said, "but on my terms" I work now when I feel the itch, I can go anywhere, even hard vacuum and function as a thinking agent ,.. this has brought me some lucrative jobs,.. I still give the research center time but after a hundred years they haven’t any better idea than they did day one,.. I don’t age, and I seemingly can’t die,. This could prove to be very interesting,..
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another day another place,..	[Apr. 4th, 2010\|08:58 pm]
As I follow the scent through the turbulent water . I come within striking range of my prey,.. the struggle is short for even though the gar has a vicious mouth full of razor sharp teeth. it is no match for my talons and crushing jaws in this form. hunger sated in a flash of blood lust, it is the way of this world,... finding a stretch of sandy beach I drag myself onto the shore and transform my rear flukes to the long legs of a loper, I rest for a bit letting my meal settle, rising I stretch and breath in the fresh air of the day ,.. without warning I’m violently slammed into the nearby shallows, rearing up in a rage, six inch claws extended and ready, I am greeted by the melodious laughter of the female,...tough and graceful in her own right , against me, she would stand little chance in a death struggle, her strength over me is her way of turning my anger into lust and amusement,. laughing and making rude motions she taunts me into chasing her,.. with a roar I charge for her , she is fast and dodges me, racing off into the tall grass, she has musked the entire area so it’s useless to try to find her trail, the attempt only feeds the rising passion, she is playing dirty,.... following her spoor, I track her to a clearing where her tracks blur and disappear; she’s transformed!,... I realize upon hearing the air rush over her wings as she cuffs me to the ground that she was lying in wait; her laughter rings off the hills as she climbs away,... fine!; I transmute the tough armor of scales into the fine dressing of feathers, but instead of down and shaft , I form my wings of the tough membrane that requires my great strength to fly with any precision , superior to any fleched wing, the speed this span gives me is feared over the land,.... launching hard and shooting straight up, gaining altitude quickly, I spy her sweeping the grass again and as she passes under my shadow, I hear her squeak in recognition of my position, she flaps furiously to evade my dive, scooping her into my arms I carry her high, fast and hard out over the vast expanse of water, the capture dizzies her but not enough, she covers my mouth in a hard wet kiss, as I succumb to the fire she lights in me, I relax my grip enough on her so she is able to force a knee into my ribs and break my hold, again she laughs gleefully as she drops away to make her escape,.. as I watch she transforms into the sleek water form we share. from the height she drops barely disturbing the water as she enters,... I pound the air with my wings adding an amazing amount speed to that of the gravitational drop transforming at a risky point just before entry , I send water jetting high into the air ,graceful ? no, that was not the intent, my violent entry raises massive waves , she was not expecting this and had turned to gloat, the force washed her off balance , and coming from below I was upon her before she could get away; our bodies entwined in a struggle that churned and frothed the water around us, feeling her weaken, I relaxed my efforts, and at this opportunity she thrashed free and shot away,.. still playing dirty! ( as I think, any time she betters me),.. she dives into the murky cover near the bottom and again musk’s the area of her retreat,.. my lust is becoming almost overpowering, stealthily I scan the area trying to discern her whereabouts, I catch a glimpse of her heading toward the shore, if I can keep her in the water she will not take on another form and the advantage will be mine,.. she sees me angling to cut her off and turns toward a mass of the floating plants that grow in the water, at this depth they get huge and fill large areas, she could hide for a long time in their midst,... she ducks from view,... I sweep the area , several times without any sign of her , and keeping between her and the shore I feel it but a matter of time till I find her, then the sweet reward of victory will be mine,...stopping to rest I scan and watch for her,...suddenly a resounding smack bounces off my skull,.. she is above me! the devil!, she transformed and crawled on top of the massive floating leaves, they would not bear my weight, but she has pulled it off,.. the plants are too closely packed for me to breach and transform for flying , all I can do is follow and try to knock her from her perch into the water again,.. I see her shadow diminish and I know she has launched into the air again,... headed for shore,...able to swim almost as fast as I can fly I keep to the water and follow her shadow toward the beach,...hitting the sand bar I transform and surge from the water as she again takes to the tall grass, as I follow her she is headed toward the sleeping place, this will be too easy ,. as I enter the clearing she is standing there in her soft form the one we’ve come to use for mating ( we can and do couple in any of the forms , but we prefer the soft ),... seeing her standing there her eyes locked on mine I transform to the soft , the scales draw into a continuous elastic skin, sensitive to the touch and sweet to the smell, I can still smell the sex aura ripe around her, as I approach her I gently place my hands upon her hips, and suddenly I’m on the ground , the sleeping rushes cushioning my fall, she is still playing dirty!!!, she tripped me and now is setting on my chest pinning my arms above my head,...well we’ll see about this,. the wrestling match is uneven but she fights to the last, screeching and laughing the whole time,.. her sex is wet and full and she finally relaxes with a moan as I slide into her, even with the exertion leading up to this the sex is good and energetic, she moves with me as I pound into her with an ever increasing rhythm, feeling the flush of my orgasm , I bend to give her, her due, and as she moans to the sky with her release, I feel content and fulfilled, we curl up and sleep until the hunger pangs pull us to search for sustenance, and perchance to play yet again,..............
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Da Goomba	[Apr. 3rd, 2010\|05:26 pm]
Daaaammn,... well I guess this does it, I expect a knock on the door any minute,.. let me explain,.. My credentials are very expansive, (no, it has nothing to do with my head, besides I have a hat stretcher for contingencies,.) I’m a card carrying member of the IBBA, ( International Brotherhood of Bad Asses) we see everything, we’re everywhere, so I’m sure this mornings event didn’t go unnoticed, I was out surveying my domain (standing in my front yard picking up the twinkee wrappers that always blow in from the street), when I hear a commotion around the corner of the house, this squirrel (this isn’t any normal squirrel, he’s part of the neighborhood compact, we have an agreement, he doesn’t bury his nuts in my roses I don’t bounce rocks off his fuzzy ass,(of course being a squirrel, he forgets, I let it slide most of the time)),... well he comes ripping around the corner closely followed by the neighbors cat, (she’s part of the compact too, as long as she doesn’t crap in my strawberry bed, she can sun on my canoe),... normally this squirrel, (name’s?? what the hell? Do you name your brothers cheese burger?, you get attached to things with names, we of the brotherhood can’t afford extraneous attachments ),would dash to the oak at the edge of the yard , run up the trunk and turns to look at the cat, ( she’s well fed and hell why ruin the break in the daily regimen , by climbing a stupid tree! ), she then turns and goes about her normal routine, satisfied that the rodent has been properly put in his place, Today, the little bastard pulls a switch, as I’m standing there, he runs up, around behind me and from between my feet, drops the nut he’s carrying and "barks" at the cat,... the cat, seeing the odds are stacked against her, and taken aback at this affront chooses the easiest course of action (of course!) she turns, giving me and the impudent ball of fur her most disdainful, twitch of the tail ,goes back toward her yard,.. the squirrel picks up his nut and finishes the trip to the tree,.. leaving me standing there in wonderment,(the whole event happened in a heartbeat or two), i started to chuckle and headed to the house, then I realized the ramifications of being connected with the rescue of a potential road pizza, so here I wait for the ax to fall,.... Wait!,. I have an idea,.. I’m gonna go shoot myself in the foot and claim, the squirrel is carnivorous and was attracted by the blood,...... what??? you got a better idea???
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dope run	[Apr. 3rd, 2010\|05:07 pm]
it was 1976 I as living in the Phoenix area, just outside of Chandler I was doing courier runs for a dealer in Vegas , the drug ? cocaine, though that makes little difference to the story,.. my partner at the time was a slaver from Peru named James, we were in a small town near Guadalajara ( I had a galpal there, so made for a good stash point for backup money and such) quaintly called Tepitian, waiting for a contact to pick up 15k of the white stuff, we kept to ourselves and pretty much lived in the local bar,.. we had come down with an old willys jeep and our scooters in tow on a trailer, we had a good routine going as it wasn’t uncommon for the Federalizes to be one and the same as the local drug lords, we had heard of boys pulling a deal then getting picked up several miles from the border, arrested, relived of their possessions and sent packing,.. not much choice, with the clothes on your back, the middle of nowhere in one direction or the us border patrol a few miles in the other,.. don’t take many brains to do the math,. in those days if you spoke coherent English the patrol would take you to a town to convince them you were a citizen,.. feed you and then put you on a bus for home,.. and the Mexicans had both your money and your dope,. .talk about maximizing your profits,... James and I had the bikes stashed in a mining pit ten miles from the exchange site, the jeep and trailer were expendable , but we’d retrieve them if we could, we had pulled this stunt several times in the past, and it worked like a charm,.. at least it did in the past,.. we were to hang around till the suppliers toad let us know the deal was ready,.. mostly it was a ploy to give us a chance to fuck up, the money was stashed outside of town, the bikes would only be found by an outrageous chance, we drank, and talked , never getting to the point of letting our guard down, James wore his 44 mag. on his hip, my sawed off (one of three) was just a lump sticking out of the top of my boot , yes, my toy of choice was a 12’ 410 sawed off with two in the magazine and one in the chamber , bird shot for maximum spread,.. no one had any doubts what we were there for,.. so the locals let us be,.. for those of you who’ve seen too many cowboy/super cop movies, we weren’t the dark cold villains those plots portray, we were a couple of young white boys (well I was, James was more beige ) scared and jumpy ,trying to look cool and collected,.. the tequila helped, well every thing went pretty much as planned we were informed where to meet the guy,.. and the time , James, went back to our room and I took the jeep out for a spin, I snagged the sack with the cash, and met James at the pickup point,. he had the test kit,.. meeting with the contact was a lot like a scene from a movie , they counted money ,we tested bricks, both satisfied ,we left, got in the jeep and drove roundabouts to the bikes watching for anyone following,.. James, his saddle bags loaded with most of the food and water,.. mine with the coke some jerky and the remainder of the water,. James headed one way, and I got in the jeep to move it away from the pit , just to add a little confusion to the mix, we had brushed the tracks in, and out, of the pit with a broom ( this mining pit was in a whole area of arroyos and wash outs,.. so the spot wasn’t obvious ) (James was well in the distance at this point, we were to meet about 100 miles away at a prearranged spot) as I was cresting a hillock about 900 or so yards from the location of my bike, I came face to face with a truck load of guys in uniform (when I say uniform I mean hats with some kind of insignia on them) pointing rifles at me,.. I stopped and was unceremoniously dragged out beaten a bit , and asked a bunch of questions( which was a waste of time as James, spoke Spanish, I knew , hot, beer, and a few cuss words, little else) , then beat me some more, till I blacked out,...... I woke thinking I must have shit myself cause that’s all I could smell it was dark, or so I thought till I looked around (as much as it hurt to do so) and saw that I was in a adobe building , a box, as to roof seemed to be adobe too,.. with a thick iron bound door(with a small hole in it ),.. and a small window about 8 feet off the ground big enough to see a 9x12 piece of sky the smell came from a hole in one end , the facilities, a bucket by the door had about an inch of what I hoped was water, as I was checking this out I realized that I wasn’t alone in this "luxury" suite,.. in the far corner was a bundle of rags, encasing what I supposed was once human , the eyes gave it away he would not respond to my questions and I kept my distance as he smelled little better than the latrine,...i kinda wandered around in circles for a bit my stomach torn between hunger and nausea the water was drinkable,.. barely,.. I inspected the window, no bars,.. but looking through the window I could see the glint that was in all probability shards of broken glass in the mortar ,.. not a good handhold,.. this all sounds calm and collected, but the actual panic prattle running through my head would be pretty unintelligible in print,.. then events took a turn that made the prattle a whine,,, the door rattled, burst open, in come three guys one knocks me to the dirt floor,.. the other two grab the rag man who is kicking and screaming,.. as they drag him out and slam the door I catch a glimpse of a post with rings on it in the ground ,.. looking through the peep hole I can barely see them tying the rag man to the rings, and the beating, I didn’t need to see, I still hear it, in the occasional nightmare, they never brought him back in after the screaming stopped ,, I doubt it was because they let him go home,....the thought running through my head was " is this the way it ends?!!" along with the feeling of panic and despair,.. it seemed like days but I think it was only one,.. good luck smiled on me yet again, the door burst open "this is it!" I thought reading myself to fight the good fight only to be confronted by some kind of officer, waving under my nose, a medal of valor, that was in my pocket as a good luck charm ( not mine, won it in a poker game.) in broken English he asks me if I am from the USA,. I nod and he turns and spits out some orders,.. they drag me outside and load me into a truck,.. a ten minute drive into town where they dump me at the local police station,.. still not speaking the lingo, I am lead inside, great! One prison to another, into the cell area and who’s there ? James! he got caught too,.. he tells me he has a fine they insist he pay , which is an attempt to find out if we have any money stashed, he asks why I was brought here and they say I am free to go, they don’t wish to feed me , I have 24 hours to leave town and get James fine paid or he must stay,.. all a bunch of bullshit drama as they know we were here two days ago to score dope,.. which they would still like to recover,... meaning the haven’t found my bike,.. they make a deal out of giving me my personal crap back,.. but they won’t give me James’s motorcycle,. .crap,.. it’s part of the fine they say,.. still fucking with us,... at one end of the street the jail is on, is a market vendors in the open selling all kinds of stuff,... I walk trough the small of tamales and beans making my stomach hurt, I casually look around and see one of the cops following me, I pull the medal from my pocket and try to get one of the women making tortillas to trade some for it she offers two I want four (this would have been comical had I not eaten for two days) we settle on three,.. as she hands them to me I fake them burning my hand and drop them back,.. she hollers and I grab a fist full and run around a corner and hide behind a pile of straw as the guy following me runs by I duck down an alley between buildings and hide in a pile of trash and rubble I wolf down the tortillas and hunker down to wait for night,.. I hear the occasional noises of those looking for me but my luck still holds,.. darkness comes and I do the only thing I can think of I sneak to the jail house go inside the guy behind the counter looks up as I nail him with a piece of firewood , I picked up coming in,. .lucky again he goes out like a popped soap bubble, and he’s the only one on duty!(thank god for small towns),..i hunt up the keys and let James out ,.. hey there’s a back door!,. we lock the front door turn out the lights and tie the guy with his shirt and belt,.. out the back door and off into the night, we have a ten mile hike ahead of us and hope no one will find the trussed cop very soon,.. we walk down the road headed out of town,.. headlights from behind,.. shit! James grabs my arm keeping me from dodging into the brush,.. the truck is moving too slow to be after us he says,.. as the truck pulls along side we see it’s an old couple we wave and they slow down , James speaks with them,.. and they offer a ride,.. more luck!,.. we get out at a cross road about a quarter mile from where the bike is stashed, if only it’s still there,.. we pretty much run the whole way , the bike is where we hid it,.. getting it out and on the road , I let James drive first,.. I’m still starving and fish some jerky from the saddle bag we make pretty good time about 60 miles before the sun is up. Not knowing how big an effort will be put into catching us we roam a bit (the maps were in my bike) and take a long way to the border (gas you say ?) my bike was a shovel with a fat bob and a jenny tank about 10 gallons of gas, with two of us riding the shovel averaged 35 mile to the gallon,.. we had two five gallon cans buried a hundred miles from where we planned to cross the border, we swung into Guadalajara and went by Katie’s (my gals) place , got a change of clothes and our id’s, and a little cash,. then went roundabouts to the gas site,.. which we made easily,.. we buried the coke 25 miles before we crossed the border in case word had got a head of us,.. not a peep,.. we made it into the nearest town and got Becky (one of James slaves) to wire us more money,. Got a room, a shower, and a meal, scoping around for any rumors that could sound like our little adventure, we heard nothing that, caused us to worry so I went back out got the dope and met James in town,.. he took a bus home and I made the delivery,.. my last,.. the money was good, but I figured that my luck deserved a rest,....
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A rose before dawn	[Dec. 27th, 2009\|07:48 pm]
Azure castles pervading pristine skies, diffuse the crystal hue the alizarin highway of puissant dreams, draws my vision to you a crimson line, running through my mind,always leading through sedulous the trail upon causeways of light, enisle journey keeping pace red rime on the seas of night, pulse alive like a lovers embrace anthraquinone fog clouding my sight , a trick of shadows paints the lines of your face I long for another day I wonder if I imagine or is the light that way
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Communion	[Dec. 16th, 2009\|09:52 pm]
As he stood there, naked upon the featureless plain, he pondered the chill he felt, wondering if it was the climate, though it was not particularly cool, or perhaps it was the anticlimactic, because even though a sense of complacency shrouded him,there were no resolutions, the empty vista, save for an occasional distant cloud, left him without any distinct impression of how he came to be here,.. As he started to work into a stream of thinking that would derive a thread of discontent about the placidity of his present mood he noticed a particular cloud coalesce into a human form, this derailed the the process he had started and pulled his interest to discern the nature of this being as it drifted steadily in his direction. The figure came closer it became obvious that it was female in nature and in fact quite pleasant to view, even though the gliding of it's approach was still a bit disconcerting , but the diversion was much better than the bland stance he thus far had been experiencing,... She glided along toward him and as the details of her form became clearer, she seemed to him perfection manifest, every detail he noticed was ideal, he found her approach to demand his whole attention , all previous thoughts trampled in his focus on her advance. She approached within an arms span, they made hard eye contact , the deep pool of her mesmerizing gaze pulled him in , he only widened his awareness as he almost swooned as he felt the silken slide of her hand along the turgid state he had developed watching her approach,...As they merged, a quick blinking glance at her ripe mouth , tongue dancing in anticipation between her parted lips was all he saw before he was drawn back into those eyes, the color of which was lost in the brilliant flame of passion. Their lips met and his hands echoed hers in the wild attempt to explore and map every satin curve and crevice of the coming union, their lips merged , tongues meshed, they were drawn into a shared whirlwind of perception comprised of the straddle,splay,and spoon of limbs twisting, clutching and akimbo in a flow of sensual abandon, like the splash and ripple of a rushing mountain stream, they careened, perdure in unison that belied the duality of the sensations, the climax transmuting them for an eternal beat of time. Then there was one,…. Drifting in search of resolve, pondering the rhyme or reason for ones presence in such a bland locus, but without any memory or real resolve, just a simple state of wandering, with no notice or thought of the slowly dissipating bone fragments left in it's wake, like ivory ice melting into the featureless plain
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parts/pieces	[Nov. 14th, 2009\|11:52 am]
in the race to beat the snow, i seem to be winning,.. on a warm November day,... the floor that was rotten had a good reason the ground under the structure is lower than the surrounding outside. hence the water collected in the well, prime rot conditions the Dinosaur came to play,... this machine has been in my life for about 20 years it's not mine, but like other peoples cats, it acts like it's mine and carved a path to lead the water away,... eventually i'll put a full drainage system in but this will serve till spring,.. yes there are pages of back-story and detail,... perhaps when i have more time
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vital signs	[Oct. 24th, 2009\|03:37 pm]
Like orange embers amongst the dried leaves that have settled into a dry wash, my passions rage hot and sweeping as they pass through the fuel of my life. The satin sweep of saber sharp claws run through the aura that lights the night of my days. Looking through the shimmer of ripples in time I see the shadow of the contemplative mind. The signal never came, leaving the vapor trail of mists lost in the whirlwind of entropy. The edge that cuts true leaves the polished exposure liken to immaculate elan. The ways of power give one the bevue of the gods. Speak to me with the tremor of the tortured sky in the throes of the gale and even a whisper will render my spirit in rainbow striations. The Malapropism of love, is the common tongue.
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WIP	[Sep. 12th, 2009\|07:08 pm]
been burning the candle on both ends, took this afternoon to do some drawing,... many ideas, this one got the most attention, still a ways to go,..
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	[Aug. 24th, 2009\|06:05 pm]
ready for paint Well today marks the end of better than nine months of sweat, I got the the call that the lab tests were good. i'm not sure if I really ever explained, but the apartment I have been working on is part of my studio building the tenants that lived there last year and the year before had a small child who tested high for lead levels in his blood,.. at that point, (it didn't matter that the lease states that the building is old and lead is present or that I was in the process of evicting them for a number of relevant issues) they became the interest of the state and the apartment came under an abatement order, (begin hoop jumping ). As a benefit the state informed the tenants they needed to vacate,... they found a place and moved,... The licensed contractor who I had contacted gave me a verbal list of things that I could do without violating the codes about which this whole circus is premised upon,... I guess he didn't think that I could do the whole list, because when they came back to work up a bid there was a bunch of hemming and such about too much work being done, and the contractor said he would be in touch,.. when the start date for what was left to do (mid-may) came and went I made calls and rattled cages the contractor showed up with more lame excuses, that boiled down to he wouldn't start till the state okayed the work I had done,... upon calling the state (now mid-june) I explained the supposed problem and requested what could be done,.. to my surprise the representative suggested that we get a variance so I could complete the work myself,..cool so after almost another month (more hoop jumping) I with variance in hand began the process of finishing the work left before the final test could be preformed and the space cleared for habitation (it was always a nice space, just old ,and many of the “issues” with it were induced by the tenants misuse of the space) last thursday the 19 th the inspection /lead test was done,... the visual passed with praise, and today the final results from the lab test were reported to me, all good,.. all the warning signs and notices came down,..the final hoops are now the state's,..one project i'm glad to have behind me,..
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sketch	[Jul. 17th, 2009\|07:53 pm]
still a long way to go Flickr
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	[Jul. 11th, 2009\|07:44 am]
pursuing dreams superficially fed the light exposed a path mislead drawn to journey seeing the strokes of a painted life resolving tales of perceptual strife fending blows of an emotional knife coming to ground spooning sheltered in my comfy bed making love inside my head none are responsible beyond their take the gates remain open in the shadows wake
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