TAG...
...is about an artist that paints murals and carves sculpture onto the cliffs of the villages along the Yangtze river that will knowingly be covered up. The river will rise from 75 meters to 175 meters over the next five years due to a massive industrialization project know as the Three Gorges Dam project. Countless have died in its construction while countless more have been involuntarily displaced leaving their homes, cultures, and irretrievable memoirs behind. TAG is the story of the artist Lu Kang.
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The forensic anthropologists began bringing out the dead like a wild-wicked space opera one by one the dead and the eaters of the dead unfolded their elaborate, thanic, death train while a hypersonic time quake of excavational research yielded up its living. The apes of god in multiplied violence witnessed on all sides screaming and recording the scene as unseen, vapid, hungry ghosts. The possessed are watching in the distance as Lu Kang, the Chinese counterpart to the Russian Soltzenitzen, sits as a final self-portrait on a make-shift rock throne showing himself to be the king who was no king. Incessantly and in an involuntary fashion carving the demons of his time into the silent rock face one political indictment at a time. These cultural allegations would soon be swallowed up by time and an insatiable blood-hungry river. The Yangtze. His stories alone record an Atlantianic epic that would not be viewed by human souls for another 10,000 years…
Standing on the precipice of damnation he dipped his finger into the Mercurial ocean accepting the curse of time. Sated with its euphoria he danced through his children the dance that is now Chrome, the life force. The dance that is now carried through all that have fallen pray to genesis. A cycle born and woven into the pristine sinews that make up the body electric that is at this moment active inside every corner of a closed universe. Soliton danced as his mind raged over the torments of an eternal vantage point. The captor of the most covetted seat at the only opera to have ever played. Dancing mad as his children coursed and burned melding violently with time. influencing one another with firey soul measured freedom of the unleashed tearing down a path unlit by any torch....plaqued with a will to live unconsumed by the darkness of the Chrome birth waters that where once their home...dry, clean and free from maternal grip...ripped to life by the dementia of a keeper unschooled in the art of time...kept silent for a reason...kept silent because of revolution.
I will dwell on this form no longer, for it and the form before it are cautions in my endeavor of risk. Were I too pay it too much respect to Order and Entropy I may find myself with resuscitated regard for my current residence.
I have planting uncounted realities in vast succession without fatigue incessantly driving the nails of newer and braver life into the sheer stoic blanket of oblivion only to find you here among the scattered slaves of Soliton counted as a mourner of the accused you have no business here among the dead; arise, awaken, walk, follow me. Helford Jersey
{{{As if the prototype concept of something new engages him, he roars introspectively before the waters of recession. "As one union, my Masks, we will create something dynamic and dangerous, but lasting. Not purveyors of some sadistic need, nor intoxicated with the sloth and ignorance of consequence, we will crack open the stoic face of conformity. Laughing heartily in the face of empty, unfulfilling perfection we will shatter the anchored chains of fear.
Malachrome roars introspectively before the waters of the bank Black. "As one we will create forces dynamic and dangerous yet solidified in legacy. We will neither assist the graceless sadistic, nor be intoxicated with the sloth and ignorance of consequence. We will crack open the face of conformity. We will laugh full into the face of emptiness. Unfulfilling perfection we will shatter with anchored chains of fear".}}}
Breaking bravado and casting its rotten robes asunder, rededicating them to the night. Truly we will part waters in this swelling silver chasm, marking our right as its' rightful owner, maker, and ultimate master. Defiant, looking into the lights of mad silence while shrieking as banshees crying out in disdain. The echoes of our scream affect change within us, making us warriors not victims of its' story.
To stride boldly before our potential fall and not allow the wind to chase us unprepared into dreams we are unworthy and unready to dream. May we not look upon this birth as innocent, and instead handle it carefully as some unfathomable, volatile dynamo. Humble in the knowledge that we once were divine and pleasant with the expanse and with its unsettling silent poisons.
PeonsBane: Tread deep into the primordial traces of the mind. We will not cease nor lust over any temporal satisfaction, but appreciate it and digress not allowing complacency time to seduce us. I give you four the power to tame the graveyards that will attempt to swallow up your enigmas, your seeded whims, and your incomplete wishes to soar.
Erect newer and more perfect, but temporal euphoric creations for sun-time and Entropy to tear away. Together speak now my beasts, my masks, my children. Roar beside me. Befriend your shame of infancy and exemplify your savage wills. Execute the silence. Ravage into the night slaying the tedium that permeates its' cold lifeless heart.
PeonsBane: Destroy this mockery of self-indulgent beauty. Conquest and fester over the expanse. Phase into the unseen side of lunacy and defile the decadence and luster. Ravage into the night slaying the defiance that permeates its' cold lifeless heart. Now finally, and at long I beckon. I taunt. I tempt you to awaken. Breathe my dark sculptures and rage. Storm now before me!"
Breathe my dark sculptures and rage.
PRINCESS SODUKO
Seek over exposure to dark light
fear foundations make it hard to breathe
Love...
Love
Is how we are known it is the language
The grind taints the Holoverse
with mediocrity
Here is what to fear:
White picked fences, politicians, 2.5 children, the census
low white blood cell count, sail fish, crae fish
corporate scrutiny, and heather lockleare
Scrape below the skin to see if there is flesh and bone
Scrape below that to find out that we are mere code
binary dots and dashes
hard wired code that
obeys with precision
the laws of physics
trapped, finite energy
carbon chrome prints
Prints that breathe chrome from a Holoverse that has near
forgotten the reason for its existence
One cursed act does not a person damn
just as one scene does not a play make
One vice does not a person destroy
just as one soldier does not an army employ
PRINCESS SODUKO
Claushtane Bertron
8.4.2009
Geometric Stone Trees
The night is a thick, dark prism as we stroll
the pathway underneath the eyes of
the gothic spire.
The moon in the distance along with the
flames from the city grow ever higher.
The Duna House is packed as usual.
its windows half opened to let out the pipe tobacco smoke
A concrete Zues overlooks the Opera (house) and
next door the alley ways are splashed with architecture, pristine,
...Neo Baroque
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CHORUS
The arc-angel Gabriel crouches comfortably hidden
within the tight folds of a geometric stone tree
Deeper into the night the sounds of the Solti
Symphony Orchestra spill rich
into the streets
Louis Armstrong with his army of Jazzgateers at the Spoon
introduce the universe to euphonic perfection
and in the fullness of time my soul is free
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On the horizon stands lady liberty in time and in copper frozen
bound by chains unseen
Green, old, but unchanged...hundreds of years standing, posing;
The Diva of the Danube...stoic
The dallianistic requiem for a dream.
Welfare, Peace, War, Work, and Labor are all held
hostage on stage near the base of the
Carpathean Mountains.
As the children of Buda at the summit whisper to one another
only the secrets of children.
The Prince, the Lord of the hour, is found walking in the gardens
of the stone kings passing delicate... quiet
by the thermal fountains.
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CHORUS
The arc-angel Gabriel crouches comfortably hidden
within the folds of the geometric stone tree.
Deeper into the night the sounds of the Solti
Symphony Orchestra spill further, rich
into the streets.
Louis Armstrong with his army of Jazzgateers at the Spoon
introduce the universe to melodic-euphonic perfection
and in the fullness of time my soul is free.
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FADE
The night is a thick, dark prism as we stroll
the pathway underneath the eyes of
the gothic spire...
That paragraph is alot like Rage against the Dying of the Light
Dylan Thomas
DO NOT GO GENTLE INTO THAT GOOD NIGHT
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
for things to grow we must kill them
I was born and chose to be born into this age of history to do a specific work. I was born into this nation for the service that only I can render to this nation. I was born Chrome.
The Galactic compendium has become itself a king- graceless, clumsy bird with the feathers of its wings burned off knowing neither its origin nor its inceptive power. In its sloth it is now an infertile beast awaiting the death march of its Chrome children.
a moment of silence for the King of the Chrome
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“The quiet war was... declared by the international elite at a meeting held in 1954”.
The Bilderberg Group first met in 1954. It is likely that the methods laid out in the document will be inspired by the Tavistock Institute of Human Relations in London and its interconnecting offshoots. Here is a flavour of the content:
“Experience has proven that the simplest method of securing a silent weapon and gaining control of the public is to keep them undisciplined and ignorant of basic systems principles on the one hand, while keeping them confused, disorganised, and distracted with matters of no real importance on the other hand.
This is achieved by:
1. disengaging their minds; sabotaging their mental activities; providing a low-quality programme of public education in mathematics, systems design and economics, and discouraging technical creativity.
2. engaging their emotions, increasing their self indulgence and their indulgence in emotional and physical activities by:
a) unrelenting emotional affrontations and attacks (mental and emotional rape) by way of a constant barrage of sex, violence, and wars in the media - especially the TV and the newspapers.
b) giving them what they desire - in excess - “junk food for thought” - and depriving them of what they really need.
c) rewriting history and law and subjecting the public to the deviant creation, thus being able to shift their thinking from personal needs to highly fabricated outside priorities.
These preclude their interest in, and discovery of, the silent weapons of social automation technology. The general rule is that there is profit in confusion; the more confusion, the more profit. Therefore the best approach is to create problems and then offer solutions.
In summary:
Media: Keep the adult public attention diverted away from the real social issues, and captivated by matters of no real importance.
Schools: Keep the young public ignorant of real mathematics, real economics, real law, and real history.
Entertainment: Keep the public entertainment below a sixth grade level.
Work: Keep the public busy, busy, busy, with no time to think; back on the farm with the other animals.”
Scriptians
scripture sounds biblical
Scriptors might work
I am making it so that they go insane from trying to learn to speak runes but that the first one they speak brings them back
About 5 years had passed and the scout is now an aged being from obsession, deranged from his compulsive fanaticism. The surrounding areas littered with chalk written notes. The entire mountain system abounding with elaborate notes and sketches. Excavated runes scattered everywhere as sculptured monuments to his will.
you lexiconical crack dealer
soliton
Excavated runes scattered everywhere as sculptured monuments to his will. And all this time he had yet to succeed in igniting a full rune, always on the verge of completing the annunciation but it never culminating in a full runic ignition. Finally one day the scout sat down irritated, such had been the case many times before from impotent frustration. Babbling about how it was a fruitless waste of effort and thinking back to his home for the first time in years.
PeonsBane: He noted the date on a makeshift calendar upon the wall and composed himself. It was done. It was time to go home. Five years to the date had passed and this search had done nothing but drained at his sanity. In anger and rage he began to shatter the runes around him. Shattering the fragile sculptures about him. Breaking every one within gaze.
Tears of ether breaking his focus, until finally he looked upon the first rune he had excavated, the one idolizing the entire span of his search. He howled a shrill cry and just before he reached out to shatter it he was inclined to speak once more. Intently he stared and focused upon it. Then it happened. The sounds harmonized in graceful succession from his mouth.
PeonsBane: One by one the strokes composing the rune alit with bright blue fire. Each new rune ignited causing the entire form to burn more intensely, until finally the rune alit completely. A flash of light exploded and before him the rune began to mold itself back to the original form of the rock he had originally stripped away.
Finally and at long last his madness seemed but a memory. Focused and intent he danced around the landscape. He tried the same rune again. This time he focused on a space of open area. He spoke the runes components once more. As he spoke a rune began to form before him adrift, near exact to the rune of the rock before. Finally it was created and immediately took solid form, created a near replica of the original rock.
bane....i am held captive bane...
tag the universe with pleasant violence
use big bubble artistic letters
Spider thin Polly glided across the stage singing silent..."Dance with me Black Through This Murder of Crows".
Chrome sweeper
...Billy is on 49th and main at "M Stay: picking up french fries, shampoo, and chocolate milk.
Chrome Cloning. Chrome CHILLING. Chrome SPLITTING Chrome SEX
IDEA THAT WHEN THE BODY DIES THE Chrome IS ACTUALLY SPLIT INTO SEVERAL "Chromes" WITH MULTIPLE DESTINATIONS...IE ONE PART GOES TO HELIOS THE OTHER TO HELEBRON
BUT THEY ARE ALL AWARE OF EACH OTHER AND LIVE FULL LIVES SIMULTUOS LIKE THE CORSICAN TWINS THAT CAN FEEL
ONE ANOTHER'S FATES...A MULTIVERSE WITH AN INKLING OR SEED OF OMNIPRESENCE, BUT NOT AMNIPRESENCE "YET"
Time and Anthiogenes are the most intense "drugs" ever realized.
a chance at a possible past...but speculation and conjecture are the arbiters of madness
The whole joy of the matter lies in the fact that you and I are going to spend eternity together.
The human is in a larval stage. Earth and the human mind are one extension of the fabric of heaven.
Band name=Crime Lab Detergent
Take away the recesses
Assassinate the tulips
Adhesive Black Jesus
Fragments of a broken Jesus
Should have used hot glue
Compendium summary
I am clinically guilty
to chaffed to hold your hand
Faces in the rocks
water through the mountain
a chance encounter with diety
day break
earth quake
baby nova
bloom
flower grenades cut my face from a lemon yellow sun
trapped in the perfumed halls of Allah
scared behind the veil
trapped in the perfumed halls of Allah
contimplating escape
one sweet world around the stars is spinning
and here we will rest in peace
Did you bring me a present when you were off social butterflying?
of all the mountains should crumble away and all the rivers dry, would it stop the steeping feet
Nine planets around the sun and only one does the sun embrace
have a recurrent dream about my father hitting my mother in the head with a hammer so hard it sinks into her fore head and stays there
nothing like this ever happened
just a recurring dream
i am replaying it now
can you replay dreams
I WANT TO HAVE ALL KINDS OF MUSHROOMS GROWING IN MY YARD!!!
There are a countless multiplicity of universe seeds around you at this
given moment in eternity.
I claim a new one each time someone attempts to kill the creations I
set forth with candescent words.
I release every self this moment into your left hand.
Metatronic drumbeats of compassion give rise to sober pulsing revelation.
Each uniquely constructed thought crystal strikes yur left palm in
delicate capture.
Loosing this power to your care will feel like thousands of tiny
sun-kissed bombs exploding into a newly forming core of warmth: a
cradle of ne slave-life chants itself into further existence drenched
in sun blood thought.
(in the distance...faint yet powerful)
In you passions possess ye your souls
its proof that i bleed
Everything I have done
Lets stop the world from decaying
Heaven stands obsolete; underground
I have served witches and I have served the King
and yesterday seems like it was so long ago
The rage subsides for the moment
just long enough to cut through the darkness
An alliance of hearts fading
I am still here
i have had a hundred nightmares of a red sky fading into plastic ponds of silicon freedom
With one eye opened I can focus on the Annals of Helios
And Bujamaltaloc Sat
Chapter 2
Dr. Harper left shortly after I regained what was left of my composure. It would not be for another six months until I spoke with Malcolm again, but before he left my house that day I asked him who he had quoted earlier. He looked at me somberly and then stumbled blissfully into silence for a few moments; he said, “Primonesha, I was quoting your father.” I flushed my mind with a previously unknown pride and amazement. Malcolm then turned away from me without another word and left. I watched him until his 1983 primer gray Pinto faded into a purple and demented sunset. I felt more alone and dead that day than any day I could remember throughout my brief existence. From that day on my life has never been the same and I’m certain it never will be again. I felt that this was some sort of extreme invitation to act; an invitation to shed the complacency that had laid siege to my life.
After the mental exhaustion and emotional turmoil had faded I took a much-needed refuge in sleep; I needed to escape. All night long memories and dreams of my mother and father danced in my head. Even my subconscious mind was struggling to make sense of all that had transpired throughout the course of the day.
When I awoke the morning air was saturated with the scent of honeysuckle and the energetic haze of the children that had been playing in front of my home. At first I tried to convince myself that all of the things held in yesterday had merely been some mangled assortment of some bizarre dream sequence, it was then that the package drifted into my view. It assaulted my curiosity and I yielded. I canceled all of my plans for the rest of the day. The package was probably two inches by two inches by two inches, a perfect cube. It was engulfed inside of two or three layers of transparent shipping tape as if it was encased inside of a clear prison; it’s contents suffocating and yearning to be free, yearning to breath unhindered. After removing the tape and opening the box I noticed that its contents were layered. The top and bottom layers where toilet paper, and at first glance I mistook them for the common tools of packing. At closer scrutiny though it became clear to me that the compressed toilet paper had dark brown writing on it. I then carefully placed like with like being extremely careful with the fragile toilet paper writings. The next layer was just standard typing paper that was written on with black ink, nothing out of the ordinary, and in the middle were five binders each about two inches in thickness. The binders were brown and common, like those one would encounter at new employee orientation seminars or something like that, again, nothing special. The toilet paper writings called out to me first. They received my undivided attention. The toilet paper was stained with age and abuse, but for the most part remained intact. Dr. Harper packed the contents in a relatively neat fashion, but sometime during the process he must have gotten the writings out of order because when I first started reading them they were severely incoherent and jumbled. So after this discovery I then cleared out my entire living room in order to put the toilet paper puzzle back together again. It took all of seven hours and forty-five minutes just to get every thing back into its original order. I needed a break after this so I went for a walk in the park. The air was stale and humid and rank. I had developed a migraine at this point and felt a little nauseous so I journeyed back home to begin reading what was supposedly my father’s memoirs. Count down to enlightenment or perhaps bitter disappointment. I honestly had no idea as what to expect.
Upon entering my house I lit a few candles and the kerosene lamp that my mother had given to me on my eighteenth birthday. She saw how much I adored it all throughout my youth and promised me that I could have it as soon as I was an adult. She honored her promise. I then braced myself with a deep and regenerative sigh and a simple , silent prayer as I sat down to read the awkwardly finished puzzle that lay on the floor beneath my feet.
My brothers and sisters, allow me to open with a few words of inspiration from a truly great pioneer of humankind.
“Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, “Who am I to be brilliant?”. Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God. You playing small does not serve the world. There is nothin enlightened about shrinking so that other people won’t feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine as children do…We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us all, and as we let our light shine we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fears, our mere presence automatically liberates others.”
Chapter 3
I remained on my living room floor for what seemed like half
an hour or so. My mind was still reeling, struggling to make sense of all this. I felt an uncontrollable thirst so I got up and staggered toward the refrigerator in the kitchen when I noticed that the clock on my microwave said that it was 3:33 P.M. I had been sitting on my living room floor indian style for over four hours. I had totally lost all track of time. This struck me as odd only because of the fact that I had only read about four feet of the toilet paper, or the equivalent of about two paragraphs or so. My father’s twenty five year old manuscript was laying gently resting between my fingers when I remembered the note from Dr. Harper that lay on top of the lavender binders. I located it exactly where I had left it. The note read like this:
Primonesha,
I have taken the liberty of transcribing the bulk of your father’s manuscript in the five binders that are in this package. There are many gaps in the dates of writings. I have done my best to position them into the proper chronological succession. I am going to be out of the state for an indefinite period of time but if you need to contact me for any reason call and leave a message on my voice mail at 409-565-2302, or you can call me on my cell phone at 409-384-8573. I’ll answer any questions that I can for you.
Sincerely
Malcolm Jameel Harper Phd.
There were thousands of questions piercing my mind but I didn’t want to call Dr. Harper until I finished reading everything that was in front of me. At first I opted not to even open the transcribed binders. If in fact these were my father’s works, the mere fact that I could possibly be holding part of his body in my hands stirred me. After reading for a while my eyes began to burn from fatigue so it just seemed more practical to read the typed face, much less stress on the eyes. So I gathered up all of the toilet paper making sure to keep them in their proper order and neatly sealed them in individual ziplocked baggies and placed them carefully inside the cedar lock chest that rested at the foot of my bed. The whole time I was putting them up I had the oddest feeling that I was handling some sort of contraband. After I put all of the writing in the chest I relocked the chest and returned the key to its home, safe and secure around my neck. Overwhelmingly exhausted and hungry I took a short break for supper. After eating I called Virgil Bass, the Principal and my supervisor at the school I worked at.
“Yes, may I speak with Virgil Please?”
Primonesha is that you? How are you feeling? We sure did miss you today.”
“Thanks Mrs. Clepps. Yes I am okay. I just need to talk to Virgil for a bit.
“Okay darlin I’ll see if he is in, just one minute.”
Her blatant insincerity was appalling, but the again it always was. That was just her way. I didn’t hold that against her. What I did hold against her was the fact that she was one of those, what we liked to call “dinner table bigots”. These were usually people that grew up in the mid 1940’s and 50’s. To these people any person of African-American decent was simply referred to as “colored”, behind closed doors ofcouse. These “dinner table bigots” operated under the pretense that they were perceived as wholesome, good, upstanding citizens; The Ma and Pa Bells, the rocks and pillars of our society. In fact in reality their hearts seem to boil with hatred and base hypocrisy. I had this group of friends that used to say that these kinds of people were made up of one part hate, two parts ensure, and two parts amen. I have often had daydreams about drifting into her house about suppertime one evening jumping onto the middle of the table, grabbing her by her throat and telling her that Jesus was a nigger. I wonder what kind of reaction I would get from her mean, pinched, bitter, evil face.(WSB) Probably just the normal program: “Oh, honey-darlin don’t be silly, get down from there before you spoil the crepe suzette.”
“Here’ Virgil sweetie, you get better now. Okay?”
“Sure Mrs. Clepps.”
“This is Virgil.”
“Virgil hi, this is Primonesha.”
“Primonesha hello. How are you feeling? Better I hope?”
“Yeah, sure, listen Virgil I am going to need to take the rest of the week off Okay. Family Emergency.”
“Primonesha, you and I both know that you don’t have any family, what gives? Talk to me. This is Virg.”
Virgil Bass was the Principal of the Highschool I worked at in Lumberton TX. Lumberton High. We had been friends for about five years at this point and I know that I could have talked to him about what was really going on, but I just wasn’t ready to talk to anyone.
“Virgil honestly, this does concern my family, It is just really hard to explain. I’ll be able to explain it to you better later when I know exactly what is happening, just please give me the rest of the week off and I will be back in on Monday.”
“Okay, okay, but who is going to teach your music class during fourth hour? I can get your art classes covered, but you know that everyone around here is tone-deaf.”
“Virgil, I’ll tell you what, I will drive lesson plans over to you first thing tomorrow, It’s real simple, I promise. Don’t panic I will only be out for one week all right.”
“Yeah, sure Primonesha, just don’t go quittin on me. It’s hard to find good teachers like you.”
“Thanks Virgil. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Okay then. You have a good evening, and just to let you know, I’ll be praying for you.”
“Thanks again Virgil, Bye Bye.”
I started teaching at Lumberton High School in 1995, just two years after receiving My BFA from Stephan F. Austin State University in Nacogdoches TX. I teach four intermediate art classes and one beginner music class. The beginner music class is there for the kids who don’t want to actually participate in the school’s organized band, but they do want to learn an instrument. Virgil and I became fast friends when I first started teaching and we still remain close. I can count on Virgil. He understands me enough to know when not to ask questions. And when he said that he would pray for me I know that he meant it. Sort of comforting.
So after that ordeal came to a close I resumed my place on the floor and began reading again.
---Today is a new mental evolution. Today we witness the demolition of old thoughts, and I am drunk with rage.---
--Claushtane Bertron—
Deep within us all is a fountain of never-ending potential. My brothers we must cast all fears aside. We must banish ignorance from our agendas and be reborn to this vibrant, black consciousness that lies in our path. We must empower our hearts and the hearts of others. We must also take up mental arms and slay the minds of our oppressors. Ask yourself this question: How does one entity assert its power and control over another entity? The answer is through the exploitation of fear and the proliferation of ignorance; ignorance being the far greater of the twin evils. The student in the modern-day, American public school system is a complete and utter laughing stock. First of all, just look at how isolated we are in the United States. Also look at how isolated we are as young black men and women in the United States. As Americans we generally only speak one language, and most people don’t even bother to speak it correctly. In order to be considered to be of mediocre intelligence in sixteenth century Europe one had to be able to speak at least four languages fluently. The educated man of that time had to be able to speak seven; five living and two dead. In order to combat mass ignorance communication is imperative. The larger one’s linguistic spectrum, the larger the potential audience to exert ones force and will upon. So why is it exactly that we as black men can’t communicate? Eight out of ten men trapped inside of this society’s penal system are black men. Why? Do we as a collective have some sort of racial commitment to crime? Are we somehow genetically predisposed to possess a criminal nature? The answer to both of these questions is an emphatic No! Then Why is it that we make up 80% of the inmate population when we only make up 20% of the country’s population? The answer to this is slavery, we are still slaves, and until we replace ignorance with a superior intellect then our entire race will continue to be ludicrously woven with genocide. Our government does not want to see smarter citizens filling its ranks. It wants to make citizens who are docile, pliant, and easy to control. But remember that whoever is the smartest gets to make the rules. The government will never willingly relinquish its chokeholds over our minds. I am telling you this and I want you to understand that this is not a game. This is a war. We must break free from these mental cages and constructs. We must also help to free all of our brothers and sisters from this bondage. This new monster that we so harmlessly label as enterprise.
---Bujamaltaloc reflects---3/16/74
After reading this passage I realized beyond all doubt that I was holding a piece of truth in my hands, I was also holding my father. This was a piece of truth untarnished by censorship or political correctness. Is this how truth must efface itself today? For Godsakes my father’s blood had been all over the room, dried, cold, and brown from the sentence of age. My stomach began to churn uncontrollably and my bloodshot eyes began watering. I vomited all over the couch and then passed out.
Chapter 4
I awoke just before sun up the next day. There was a slight calm to my system, but my sleep was once again filled with unpleasant and misunderstood fantasies. Hell must be like one of these fantasies that you just can’t awaken from; people crying, dancing, laughing, and spitting on you with vacant eyes and hungry bodies just wanting to be touched and never forgotten. So after purging myself with a kind and bitter-sweet cup of coffee I readied myself once again for my father’s three-decade-old emotional onslaught.
---Like screams from an underwater heaven
Your tears will find no one.---
Claushtane Bertron.
Society itself is a poisonous medication and if administered in an improper dosage a fatal poison. My current home, this inner sanctum where my body scurries and begs and moans for dark perpetual life is encapsulated within this very poison. I lay before my maker like Moses on the hill, but he sends not kind death to me. This venomous poison of society bombards me on all fronts. Still my views will not be strayed. Painfully mistaken are my oppressors for they too shall know their damnation. To many nights have I hidden my tears and drowned my sorrows with a bitter, choking silence. My only allies; bricks and mortar. Sometimes the only liquid that parches these lips is garnished from the toilet, they only afford me semen-drenched towels to dress the very wombs that they inflict upon me. Are they hoping to further impregnate my mind with added depravity? Only bastard babies of darkness fly from their sinister mouths to me. How can we cure this collective broken heart we now understand as the condition; man? What is the remedy for this abomination of a disease? How long will man perpetuate this very demon in which it serves? At what amount is this poison, this society, lethal to not just some, but to all of it’s parts? It is not me, but the true soul of man that is caged.
---While there is a lower class I am in it. While there is a criminal element I am of it. While there is a soul in prison I am not free.---
Eugene Victor Debs
It is our own collective spirit that is dying a silent and unattended death. I merely have a privileged window in which to view it from.
---Before the songs of a new soul can shine, the silent dreams of the old one must rest.---
Claushtane Bertron
Sometimes the demons that surround me won’t let me sleep. They taunt and scold me. I can not escape them. It is on these days that I am at my weakest and most beautiful because God himself comes down from heaven and protects me from them. He covers me with a shroud of light and calms my inner spirit. He even comforts me when my human eyes rage with hate and puss. It is difficult to be a hybrid species. We are all made of angels and demons alike. The one that shows his face is simply the one you have been feeding the most. Safeguard these wars that you have in your mind for this alone makes you precious. This alone makes you holy. The maker has hidden inside of us the vital finality he needs in order to make himself whole again. This constant scrutiny that makes a home in the conscious life of society is looking for this vital compononent as well. Society is trying like hell to find it in you before the maker does, and when you finally lay waste your secrets and open your hearts to the improper masses the cancers and the bed soars of humanity will find and kill you only after raping you of these wars you fought so long to keep silent. My brothers and sisters my candle burns bright into the night and my passion desires wings to fly to your ears that you might revolt against this medication that you have been infected with; this society.
Bujamaltaloc burns. 3/24/74
Why have I never seen or heard of pain to this degree? Have I just not noticed it? Have my eyes been blinded somehow with selfishness? How could my father have felt this way? Worse yet how could he be alive and in this pain and me not somehow sensing it in some way? He might have needed me. I might have been able to do something, anything for him. How did I not know? I wish that somehow my heart could traverse time and be with him there all alone in his silence and in his pain, but it is of no use. Why didn’t my mother tell me that he was alive? I probably could not have done anything about his situation, but at least I would have known.
I fantacize of apple pies
i am writing a complete novel that ties in allot of different subjest matter into it
part of it is a love story which i dont normally do
however it is demented and has time travel in it so that makes it ok for me
i want to use an abstracted version of our story
would this bother you in any way
Not if I get some kind of kick-back from it and get to be first to read it--just kidding about kickback.
i want to put us in abstracted characters and run with it...see where it goes
ofcourse...
you have been my constant and strongest muse
Honestly, I've always kind of hoped of something like that from you either in written or painted form. And sometimes I imagine I see it in your work, but then think I'm crazy for thinking that way.
this will just be an intentional embedding our
this will be a formal very abstracted written form
i just didnt want you to feel uncomfortable
it will be a past and a future
Why would I be uncomfortable? I've never been that way with you.
i know...i just wanted to ask permission to be polite...its a respect issue
Hey look, the world ends in 2012 anyway, so our 80 year old plan is already shot.
2012 is just the transition into the age of aquarius
not the end
when the city is on fire with the burning flesh of men just remember...death is not the end
Yes, it's fine. Thanks for "respecting" me.
so its silly of me to think that way
so far you are the assasin in black chrome
Hey, I'm thinking that FB might come in handy during a hurricane evacuation and when I go to big D for that, I'll send out a place and time fo everyone to get together and have a hurricane party.
I was wondering if that was me. I am a damn good shot by the way. Bullseye at 200 yards -- no lie.
that is you
you sure are easy on the eyes too
you wanna see a picture of us?
Make sure you throw something in there about being curvy, but make my ass tighter-hee.
yes, a photo of us.
google image search
artforums
i think i typed in angel wings that day
the second one is mine
but what is strange is that i drew it before i saw the painting
I figured second one was yours. It looks like the essence of you.
that is weird
the essence of me
i like that
Well, feel free to ask me questions if you get writers block or fuzzy memory. You know I could throw in some of my past feelings too, if you thought you could handle it.
i will begin to email you with the stories as they progress...Right now it is Titled "Dance with me Black Through this Murder of Crows"
he he...you are "Black"
maybe we were black together in a previous life
My ancestors were judging by my big ol' booty
have you ever had a specific impression of were we shared time in a past life before?
yes, the 1940's (like WW II)and I also feel tied to 1800's. Not really anything before that though.
And you?
i have fint distint impressions of tribal life...prehistory...somewhere near mexico or south america
faint
I see that as the future
i love your mind
i have the impression of a team
You really have changed my life as a friend Forrest. I want you to know that
they usually pay by the word or article and the stuff that is wanted is sub mediocre and should be as easy to push out as a bowel movement
Forrest Jones 04: indeed you have changed mine as well
Hey I had a thought...for the god story
Its a paradox
The 3 linear gods create something that is brought into existence and exist all throughout time. So basically a tempermental set of beings creates something that, is and was, always there
A whole chapter could be written describing that
And most religions are full of paradoxes anyway
and to think all this is new ammo... i have literally thousands of pages in the reserves...i have'nt shown you yet
I think that god story I just put forth should be the first chapter
We needed the gods to be detached from good and evil, and as it was the rune god was dark, one was indifferent and one was good. That is extremely cliche and done to death. So...!
The gods are the spirits of Karma, Impulse, and Purpose...
Gaia is Karma, the tree can have a black orb with white branches, symbolizing that Gaia sees two sides in all things. She sees in terms of good and evil
Impulse is the Rune God
He is about instinct. Following your most basic gut instinct to survive
And Purpose is what will come to be known as Asimov
Purpose is doing everything with only the end goal in mind, never the means
The means can be anything so long as the goal is met
So we have these three spirits which have finally been manifested throughout time by belief, but were there in essence since the beginning
Going from the abstract to the tangible. As any good religion should
The 3 guiding spirits in the universe
I see only one problem
How do we make the Runes coincide with a god who is impulsive?
Maybe they are instincts given form
That is their power
That would perfectly meld with the linguists ability to control animals
Or maybe the rune god should be Karma and Gaia impulse?
I think that might make more sense
the linguist exploits dark karma to manipulate animals
we could have a nonplayable character in the game who uses light karma to manipulate noble animals
or that could be a 7th character
PeonsBane: So the Rune God sees in terms of good and evil. Gaia sees in terms of instinct or impulse. And finally Asimov sees only in terms of reaching a goal no matter the path
Our peoples in the game go through a different evolution then us. They go from strict good and evil perception, to living instinctually at one with nature, to being completely dispassionate and consumed by technological goals
We could design all the games cities with these concepts
1 [Dark Karma,Impulse] 2 [White Karma, Impulse] 3 [Purpose,Impulse] 4 [White Karma, Pupose] 5 [Dark Karma, Purpose] 6 [Dark Karma] 7 [Light Karma] 8 [Impulse] 9 [Purpose] 10 [White Karma, Impulse Purpose] 11 [Dark Karma, Impulse, Purpose]
that can go into city design...I mean think very deliberate streets for purpose, erratic streets in impulse, and lots of splitting pathways in karma
With that method every city in the game is practically already envisioned
We can have section in the book on cities.
in the most definitely..
I think that is enough for a book
book needs to be 200 pages minimum
I want this to be the Silmarillion but bigger
no the problem may exist in going to far over say 400 or so...
thats what i am thinking...non integrated, free-standing series...
Can you picture some of the cities?
From what I said before?
yes...i have dreamt about some of them already...the Gaian city was organic with lots of green grass and chrome.
the chrome may work better for Asimov though
See like the white karma, impulse city would be...a tribe of people dedicated to following the most noble of instinctual impulses
Living at home in the wild, prizing honor and compassion
another example would be say...a dark karma, purpose city...people being exploited and used for the sake of technology
or for the sake of some goal
not necessarily technology, but progress
like pyramids
ok then like...a white karma purpose city
People working hand and hand together to accomplish a goal
like an international space station
or a dark karma, instinct city...a mayan like civilization in the forrest which practices human sacrifice with a dark priesthood
or a frog race that mutates the known fly species to turn them into self-replicating awesome food that won't fly away...
This ads a whole new section to our nifty spreadsheet
Dude the big cities incorporate all three
Purpose, Black or White Karma, and Impulse
Its where everything comes together in harmony or in dissonance
The black triad city would be a power struggle ruled by a tyrant
Where the most base dark instincts are encouraged for the goal of conquest
the single cities are temple cities
yes we are working...so get some rest before then if you need to...
black karma, white karma, impulse, purpose
like satelites of the major cities...that adds volume to the land
all are temple cities
each can have mirror societies with slight variance like dialect and political structure and tension
do you mean like 2 [impulse, purpose] cities with different dialects, goals and architecture? as an example I mean
oh and the blended cities believe in the spirits [purpose, impulse, and karma] not the Gods
so we need new icons
temple cities worship the gods
blended cities worship the spirits that birthed the gods
the rune god has two incarnations
a good
and a bad
so some minor stuff we have written may have to change
my sentiment was that they merely needed variations of the mother society with slight variants in the way they go about day to day life,...
but the other stuff is on track to though just more in depth than i was going
not necessarily a bad thing...just more work...which neither of us is scared of
oh and our Atlantis can be the spirits as they were meant to be
One true form hidden city
elaborate
it has selfish and selfless minds working in tandem somehow...the city perfect in technological wonder with the goal of maintaining time...with daily life consisting of rituals honoring instinct...like hunts or orgies
it could be a feast
or a party or a dance
there are good and evil elements in the city but somehow they help each other, motivate each other for overall mutual good
Forrest Jones 04: i like the dance...i have alot of writing pertaining to dance...."Iwill not worship a God that refuses to dance"...inspired by Bachuus the god of wine...or debauchery
Any ideas on how good and evil opposing each other will make overall society better?
That is a knot to untie
I mean picture spiraling towers with twisted ebony and ivory intertwined
or something like that
Yin and yang in harmony
or it could be opposing colors on the spectrum
a red and blue tower
wait...or would that be red and green?
and blue and orange
the center tower would be black and white
it need not be so perfectly balanced...think in more sublte terms than color...branch out like a tree
How can good and evil work together in a productive way?
I guess where the individual goal is benefitted by societies betterment
research..."whitehouse"..."capitol Hill"
think of china killing girls...they feel it is ok to reach a certain goal...all be it a demented one
what time are you trying to get out by
it shouldn't be an explosion...just a set up for an explosion
Tale of 2 citis..."it was the best of times, it was the worst of times"...pretty innoucous ey?
6.22.2004
The center part of a wheel, fan, or propeller.
I think we need something more cause and effect than karma
Balance maybe?
Balence, Purpose, Instinct?
Karma is balance though...i just think we need a synonym for the word
break, chance, circumstance, consequence, cup, destination, destiny, divine will, doom, effect, end, ending, fortune, future, horoscope, inescapableness, issue, karma, kismet, Lady Luck, lot, luck, moira, nemesis, outcome, portion, predestination, providence, stars, termination, upshot
fortuna
Karma is still the best word
karma
Well it has more than one meaning
It describes it more as fate in the dictionary
What about judgement?
will
scripture
what about Order
Ordo Aba Chao
it is latin for "order out of chaos"
What are Order and chaos called
Ordo and Chao
Order, Purpose, Instinct
If all of existence were a wheel and time the hub, then purpose, order and instinct are the spokes. With these three spirits, ideas and abstracts in the universe are given form. Every component in the vastness of space is created through their harmony or dissonance. Order is the voice in our head guiding us to a path of either righteousness or villainy, but it is nearly never our base impulse save in the event of coincidence.
It is a decision plain and clear made with awareness of repercussion. Instinct however is something entirely different. If order is forethought then instinct is a need without consideration of consequence. It holds no conception of morality, path, or end result. It is a moment in which an urge is embraced rather than repressed.
The final essence is that of Purpose. If order is the path of choices, and instinct rules the now, then it would be said that purpose is the light sought at the end of the tunnel. Purpose is sight of the goal without concern for any voice of conscience or divergent need.
i guess i am instinct then
souds good though...keep going
Order works?
not order...just the flow...order has no flipside built into the word like karma does
Its closer to meaning morality than karma though. It needs to apply to personified selfish and selfless qualities in all things/
Not just people
The God applies it to people
The spirit applies it to everything
How about a new direction...think about Dharma for instance
that means path
Dharma is like the exercise of existence itself .
a path...a dance...a ritual...a vehicle
What about doing 4 spirits and 3 gods
why 4
It breaks up the innumerable number of 3's we have
It could be like virtue, malice, purpose, instinct
those transcend good and evil...
or something I don't know
malice is evil
what about destruction, creation, purpose, and instinct
That is more objective
i think i do like that better...does this mean a revamp of the outline?
It doesn't change alot
Just a few words
just plug in creation for white karma
and destruction for black karma
It is completely logical for this to translate down to 3 gods
Because destruction and creation are both necessary
And one god can have two faces
that make sense...i had made the karma connection plugs, but that is as far as i got
what i needed to get past was the obviousness of it...and i am there...it not like we are going to be using phases like the angry god destroyed the dung pire and then created it anew....i am over it...i can move on...i have been set free...deliverance....
Find synonyms if you want
I just can't think of another way
I like having 4 spirits and 3 gods
We were too symmetrical
Harmony and Dissonance work as words too
Up to you
no this works really because it is just a guide for us...it will not translate to the reader at all...it will be a seamless dance of poetic brilliance...
Harmony and Dissonance are more poetic
but we dont need them either...we need them in the game , but not in the novel
you see what i mean now
Well we have a chapter on the spirits
yeah but we descibe the destruction and the creation, we dont say they are the gods of destruction like its their name or something
They are just properties is what you are saying
Qualities, described but not articulated?
The outline, although not complete is good...i am going to start writing tonight and or this afternoon...i am leaving at 3:30 again today so i can hit it...we could possibly meet tonight, but late if at all...would you want to do that?
I have almost 2 pages done
Purpose keeps everything moving forward. Instinct forms everything random or abstract. Creation and Destruction prevent decay
If you can think of any other forces that need to be there then that will just make more cities for us
But I think that covers everything
how does destruction prevent decay?
Well in order for there to be room for new things old things have to be destroyed
and reorganized
like taking everything down or out of your room before you redo it
i thought of a new subordinate character...or a hidden character
a subplot or alternate reality type situation
a character who discovers that the whole world or at least his reality has been created by the gods simply to bring him to a knowledge of them or it....
in essence everything is a program created for "the one"
it is a bit abstract right now but i will articulate better in a moment
Asimov...maybe the endgame zooms out to find it all a part of his programming
What are some idealistic reasons that people do the things they do
nothing tangible
I mean abstracts
Morality, Power...
This stuff I am doing is some heavy philosophy
what influences
Well the problem is finding the appropriate definitions for the wording
The universe is a machine
We need its parts
Something keeps it dynamic and changing
Something keeps it balanced
fear is a balancer
I am not talking about something human or personified
This is having to do with the nature of existence
Here are the spirits I have come up with
there are 9
why the jump from 4 to 9
You'll see
ok there are 4 pure
I don't know what to call them exactly let me just outline it
Construction [Purpose, Creation], Deconstruction [Destruction, Purpose], Compassion [Instinct, Creation], Carnal Instinct [Destruction, Instinct], Base Need [Instinct, Purpose]
That is what I came up with last night
I like it, I just need better words for creation and destruction
I see the direction you are going here, and honestly I think what we have works. it seems like you are trying to make it harder than it should be. try some freeform stuff...its allot less stressful. the outlines and charts are all good, i just think we have enough...if it grows any bigger i think we are just going to loose the readers interest. we want it high minded but not so high that people cant reach it...if you feel this direction is absplutely nce. go wth it, but if not....
I have a diagram that explains it. This is my earnest view on what drives the universe in real life...its a work of conceptual physics
Its just so hard to articulate
You know its funny. I was making it too hard, but I had it the whole time. The problem was I was trying to find a metaphor to adequately explain it when in actuality it doesn't need that
what is "consideration for the future" called?
need a word for it
anthropomorphism
doesn't that mean pertaining to humans?
Attribution of human motivation, characteristics, or behavior to inanimate objects, animals, or natural phenomena.
Carnal Impulse + Construction = ?
I was thinking Lure
Temptation
mercurychair
peepin pimpin sippin on gin
creepin peeping get in
fit in
got my gloc cocked cuz ima g
all my homies is straight scured a me
i got rhymes for the times
time for the rhymes
i got more juice that yo cousin levine
i got rems on my benz
duckets in my pocket
blood on my face cua ima dawg
anger in my eyes cuz ima dogg
everyboy runnin scurred
runnin ova thur
runnin everywhur
my momma kicked me out tha crib
tried to choke me wit my bib
i rose up off that flo
smacked hur in the toe
grabbed my daddy 45
now i'm the g alive
runnin from the cops
eating betty crocker
chillin in the hood
listnin to silk the shocka
life is hard
but so am i
been jus waiting to die
since i wuz 5
they kick my out confession
cuz i showed the priest my smith and wesson
ima a dawgg
i dont know how else to be
look at me ill kill ya
and then you be set free
the end
comming to a community theatre near you
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so is carnal instinct and compassion an opposite pair?
no
carnal is [ruin, instinct]
just a choice
Temptation is [Construction, Carnal Impulse]
Civilize is [Compassion, Deconstruction]
Getting it?
Print it out if you can
The 4 outer semicircle pieces are mixtures of the 4 inner semicircle pieces
i got the mixture part
Example: Deconstruction is touching Ruin and Purpose
I could continue the diagram to fill an entire page with different combinations
they would just become more and more specific
which is the point
I could have done a flowchart in tree form but I thought this was more inventive
guess how many different combinations can come from these 12
12x11x10x9x8x7x6x5x4x3x2
its a little diff cause of the limitations
yeah...it was too abstract and scary before
it works...it does its job...but i think that it is becoming to busy for a reader...they want the end product...if it is for you thats awesome...but trying to explain all that would be lost on the audience
it makes for good visuals to add as artwork too
i see color in the wheels
The basic 4 are the things described to the reader
The others are more to show examples of what each represents
And how they encompass all things
as long as we keep it simple for them we will be ok, but as for the game i think it is absolutely nesccessary we have all the structure yu are addind...i think that it will help out the programmers in the long term
They make good illustrations too
change the possessive pronouns to something neutral, and as a builder i have a lot of stuff written on choas....
give me an example
"their" faces..."their" place
are you aware of how much self denial is in buhddism?
Yes I am. It was what I thought was the solution. I don't believe that anymore. Its why I am drawn to paganism lately
yeah pagans can choose what ever is convient(sp)...i wish it was really that easy
Its alot like the diagram in this game. There are wills that are present within everything. For example. Human nature and behavior consist of facets which exist in all things...qualities and essences. It is why it is so nature oriented. Because all the things that we see in ourselves as humans are qualities abounding all throughout the world, and for that matter throughout the universe. It is an individual religion because though aware of all of this, people choose which individual aspect of this dance they
can most relate to
as a person
That is the abstract backbone of the belief
There are tangible aspects as well but those are matters of individual practice
it is because he is changeless....i change every single moment...i am so wishy-washy at times....and at times my beliefs are shaken....
i admire and aspire to be like this....consistency...is one of the things i am shooting for
I don't think you ever saw a definition of paganism like that
I am objective and I have been learning about it and that is what I have observed
just what I typed about paganism
from my historical education...considering first that the bible is a valid account of history...(my stance)....paganism stemmed from cain and began in what is present day iraq and thrived under the first great heathen king Nimrod which erected the tower of babel...i discounted it because the bible attributes its inception...its foundation was preceded by murder...the way my mind sees it...how can anything good come out of a murderous beginning...it began by destruction...
I mean paganism is individual. There are groups but they are just as subject to fallibility as any christian church
If they were pagans, that was one sect and it by no means represents the will of all
99% of the christian church is not christian
I would say the same for pagans
though pagan beliefs do include the existence of the dark arts, as does christianity...People acting on behalf or against those beliefs has nothing to do with whether they believe in them or not
You can believe in christian or pagan beliefs and choose to live by the dark half described within
Such as black magic in paganism, and satanism from christianity
See my point?
Black arts in pagan beliefs, or selfish action, is as much taboo in paganism as satanism is in christianity
The difference is...
Pagans do not tolerate black arts
If they find someone they cast spells to imprison or debilitate or shackle them
They take it very seriously
I am not sure how the church deals with satanists these days
But I am just saying
this is all very romantic, but what is the backbone? what is the truth behind it?
Tell me what the truth is in Christianity and I will know how to answer that
I know nothing about pagan death, and if anything happens...or if something does what...I haven't gotten that far
I am still learning
Hey I have some for you to read
Book stuff I mean
it is right after the poem
the first paragraph
A catalyst to all things known, it was four abstracts competing which sowed the seeds of time and from these seeds a spire erupted in the void. It was a towering twisted vortex ripping the abyss asunder. Initiated at a single point, the convergence of opposing wills brought dynamic action and content to what was once blissfully shallow and silent.
The four wills before isolated, now intrigued by the creation before them. One would breathe and there its breath would still until another touched his kiss upon it. The culmination of this touch a new essence floating adrift in the universe searching for its place.
PeonsBane: With each new touch the four faces found a play unraveling before them, a dance of timid new infancy. From the four, the new births mingled as well. Each new group of children, sparked an increasing number of individual and unique offspring until at last life itself was created.
good transition....it makes me want to work on that...i am having second thoughts on working on individual aspects....because this is sparking lots of additions in my mind...i have this thing called"dot dot" that might go here too...remind me later...
i dont want to have totally conflicting stlyes either
Dude I was thinking this would have been an awesome senior thesis for a philosophy major
it is good...some minor tweeking...cant do it now....but it is good
for the most part....but yeah this is up there...if we can nail the style to match the quality of the idea we will free from what we now consider to be "jobs"
Is my style so different from yours? I tried to entwine my vision with "what would forrest write"
i say this for reference reasons...i have read over a thousand books...not 5 percent where this caliber of detail
no styles are matched pretty well...i just dont want to jump to far...i say it for me not you
Well I think we are getting on key with our mutual styles, divergent as they were before
a large milestone actually was erected
This may not be the same for you...but when I write I think alot of what your critical eye would think and that is making me better...maybe in some ways that is working for you as well
it is...i love the critique it pushes...i have lost friends because of the way i push...but ultimately it is the way i want to be pushed...because that is what is going to make a good writer, or good anything....the push...
i am convinced that bad writers either have timid editors or none at all, and they just get lucky with weak-minded rich publishers
Well its kinda nice having mutual editors
we need to take full advantage
i am thinking this is rare
Well we have very similar goals and morals
It helps
I think we will be collaborating for a while to come. This is just the beginning
What if one of the "faces" is uncertain of its place.
It can be cultivate...it unsure of which of the other wills can best harmonize civilization
Cultivation is a process of promoting growth in all things. It is a force of proliferation and encouragement. The will of Cultivate is best served by peaceful coexistence. In this way it can passively influence and perpetuate growth. Expansion is a goal as well, but never at the cost of another system. For this reason cultivate cannot create life on its own. It is quite content to have the most basic of forms pack the universe in ceaseless secession.
Dude we could have them as masters in the game...
i started putting out AIM conversations into a word doc...
Each one is an awesome concept...but each has their weaknesses
it is right at 30 pages and that is just for this week...nothing will be lost
I have a mental outline for each spirits application in existence
one paragraph on its role in the cosmos, one on its role in life, one in its role in sentience
this is an afterthought...but what would you think about helping me submit this as theory one day...not soon of course but once it is ironed out...its basically theoretical physics
i want to go back to school for physics one day...yes i will help...
I dont think we will have to make it so dry to submit. I think they can deal with the poetical side of physics, its how it should be seen anyway.
did you read any of that hawking book? it was very poetic
Come see the softer side of...
physics
Hey what about some kind of horde for cultivate...or swarm. They don't consume or destroy, they just breed and form a nuisance. Like locusts of some type only they can live and abound without destroying any already present system
or something
roaches are cultivate, locusts are ruin, predators are instinct, and herbivores purpose
so by definition i have purpose because i am a herbivore
Well maybe...I mean we are all carnivores...we all consume life
Cultivation is a process of promoting growth in all things. It is a force of proliferation and encouragement. The will of Cultivate is best served by peaceful coexistence. In this way it can passively influence and perpetuate growth. Expansion is a goal as well, but never at the cost of another system. For this reason cultivate cannot create life on its own.
It is quite content to have the most basic of forms pack the universe in ceaseless succession. Evolution is not necessary merely the preponderance of basic elements. Nor is the presence of any dynamic motion or configuration a prerequisite for maintaining interest. Simplicity in abundance consuming all space.
Some time after the introduction of life another sphere of influence availed itself, the sphere of sentience. Throughout the universe in exponential fashion life forms began to achieve self-awareness, and with this advent cultivate found a new role. Seeing a near infinite potential for growth within the realm of the mind it sought to acquire influence.
Within the mind cultivate took on the task of perpetuating and nurturing what were the plans, inclinations, and even insofar as stoking the flames of its nemesis, ruin.
preponderance is one of my favorite words
It took on the task of perpetuating and nurturing what were the plans, inclinations, and even insofar as stoking the flames of its nemesis, ruin. For in the mind all things were possible. All manner of paradoxes and oxymoronic notion could take root and grow. A seed of ruin could be planted only to bring forth new and abundant ideas.
And I am subdividing the chapters into headings
The Face of Cultivate, The Face of Ruin, The Face of Purpose, The Face of Instinct, and The Gathered Storm
rethink all places where "kiss" appears...and maybe "face"...not certain on face yet...
I like kiss
Cultivation is a process of promoting growth in all things. It is a force of proliferation and encouragement. The will of Cultivate is best served by peaceful coexistence. In this way it can passively influence and perpetuate growth. Expansion is a goal as well, but never at the cost of another system. For this reason cultivate cannot create life on its own. It is quite content to have the most basic of forms pack the universe in ceaseless secession.
sequential
succession
ceasless succession
we could have them as masters in the game...
i started putting out AIM conversations into a word doc...
Each one is an awesome concept...but each has their weaknesses
it is right at 30 pages and that is just for this week...nothing will be lost
I have a mental outline for each spirits application in existence
one paragraph on its role in the cosmos, one on its role in life, one in its role in sentience
it takes the serious this is life feeling and reduces it dramatically...we will think of something else
but over all this is even strongern than the previous stuff...stay in this vein for a while
ts a vampirical image in my mind
Like the kiss of death
Or the kiss of life
Its a vampire thing
Dark and elegant
Did you get the breath and blood part?
Just as each other face finds its role into psyche, so to does Ruin. It too exploits the presence of the others in sentient minds. Taking need to create and manipulating it into thinking something must first be destroyed. Twisting instinct into something carnal and unrelenting. Bending purpose toward villainous selfish exploit.
kiss is not cutesy when it cenmatic...it is on paper though
we'll do all that together. I am trying to keep forward progress
The Gathered Storm is a good final close to the chapter right?
good call on the forward.......storm is perfection
hard to fathom. I mean there is such a thin line between each "face"
we joke about it at times but it really does have the power to change lives no matter how "cheesy" it sounds
dont dwell just know the power there and begin to speak life into your own life
You just call it something cheesy. Its called self-fulfilling prophecy
and into those around you
although you are pretty good at it when it comes to other people though...ie your friends..
Purpose is the structure for all existence. It is the reason why parts are arranged in a particular order or combination and the reason for why they exist in the first place. If cultivate and ruin are the dance of existence then purpose is the music playing. Far from the need to create or destroy, purpose sees all action as merely a means to accomplish its goal, whatever it may be at the time.
PeonsBane: Purpose is an elusive thing to grasp because most often it is only recognizable after its influence. A subtle guide asserting influence in order to perpetuate its vision, purpose is a passive but present motivator.
"after its completion and influence is undeniable"
no quite the opposite...it is completely confirming what you are doing...it calls on everyone who wishes to follow their"bliss" to take similar action
The push and pull of creation and destruction, and the harmony in which it is organized makes for a somewhat interesting ballet. However, it is when all these forces are confronted by the abstraction of instinct that the true cosmic tempest begins. Instinct brings to the dance improvisation. It is a decision made in a moment unaffected by the need to create, destroy, or accomplish.
What "4" are we changing to if faces doesn't work
I need to know that
How about masks
artistic-wise I could do alot with that
And it goes with the ominous nature of the game
I figured out something
The spirits are the runes
Each spirit is a rune
Life is from all 4 main spirits
i like masks...it alludes to one in the background taking on differing roles
Masks it is
does this sway runic power above that of gaian power? no
The sentient mind is something new to the spirits
Its has as much space and potential as the entire universe
I want to allude to that
So the gods, being of sentient mind, are an enigma in alot of ways to the spirits. They are alot less able to manipulate their actions than regular minds
the spirits can't manipulate the gods
as much as they would like, though if all 4 are in agreement they can diminish a god's will
Though because it was their attribute that made the god, they have alot of incite into their motivations
got it
i cant wait till we get together and start fleshing this stuff out...i have never been this excited about a project
Do you really think I have hit the right 4 with the masks things?
the only worry i have is that it may be a little confusing to the reader...i just dont want to loose them...if you think you can explain it to an understanding point then no worries...
I want the 4 masks done
Drawn
Want to do them ourselves?
If between Ruin and Cultivate, which would you label as active and which as passive
Or of all 4 together which 2 are active and which two are passive
Purpose, Instinct, Ruin, Cultivate
I was thinking Purpose and Instinct are passive
And Ruin and Cultivate are active
Man I hate that word
active...cultivate...
passive ruin
I am changing them again
cultivate is a crappy word
I want cultivate to be kind of a seducer...like she encourages behavior through metaphorical temptation
I want to go more metaphor than science
Lure is another word for cultivate
purpose and cultivate= active
instinct ruin=passive
lure is meniacal sounding
Cultivate is too positive...I want each one kinda neutral
lure is negative
What is a neutral word that we can asign a dark visage to
I know you think I am being obsessive but I am a perfectionist about this. I want it right and powerful
i agree their is something that needs to change
you're that good huh?
Well if we want they can all be dark. Its easy to make poetry from sinister figures
can they all have pitch forks and mean, pinched, bitter-evil faces?
Well I was thinking they are different kinds of metal
evil metal ewoks that do seductive luring rain dances
what if they are elemental but it is more subtle
The words are wrong but their definitions are right
that is the problem
if you had really evil word and really good words that might help with the balance you usually go for
you mean 2 evil 2 good?
incite, fuel...
nourish
trying to find a better word for cultivate
Provoke
I kinda like that one
yes 2 e 2 g
like provoke? a little
how about corrupt and sinister
For that one you mean?
There could be 8 gods, a positive and negative for each...but I know that is a little much
i was really thinking bump down to 3
Well that leaves out something though, and I came up with 4 because they are present in all things. Plus the trinity stuff is being overdone
12 attributes [4 primary, 4 secondary, 4 tertiary]....that leaves 3 attributes for each god
sorry I mean 4
I am being kinda difficult I am sorry man. Its just trinities are everywhere. I mean the one we have works but I don't want another to derive it
i understand...i did not really want to go with a trinity...check this out...you said 8.......how about one main and 7 counselling others
1 which is considered prime and independent of all....7 the number of completion...also prime
Control, Abstract, Ruin, Construct
so no on the 1:7?
I can't think of 7 things that are a part of all things
Its hard enough coming up with the 4, though if you can come up with any that are not a part of those 4 please do so, I am open to it
So what do you think of those 4?
we can conjure up 3 more if you are set on it
Not sure if it will confuse our character stuff though
shoot
what about...the writer, the artist, the engineer, the ? [something that means to take apart or test]
just an brainstorm
haven't thought it that like as the masks?
yes
The metaphor would be more clear than with what I have been writing
I thought it through, don't like it
i dont either
Hey I have a new angle
What about control, choice, construct, ruin
there would be more if we go that root
not to sure about ruin
what should it be?
what about Forge, and Smelter
Dismantle
Atrophy
Entropy
Its good. I had to change a couple things because of vagueness or because they were not appropriate to that particular mask, but you did really awesome man.
I am still on Order, but its coming along
did you see the im about the comic stuff
All around this broken table there would be shattered pieces of light shaping and reflecting a newer dimension that would refuse all imprisonment. Unconfined their energy would spill life, inevitably followed by walking death and change unbound. Newer sorrows born of deeper, more painful quality than that of loneliness. And yet without my life is naught but a muscular shadow pacing in the abyss.
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