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Writings / People of the Stars

« on: March 20, 2011, 12:53:39 AM »

Why did they come here, the people from the stars?
They certainly left behind their lives,
Their loved ones,
Their peace of mind,
To come and experience our insanity.

How did they get here, the people from the stars?
Was it a rocket,
Or maybe a tesseract,
Or a wormhole?
A fiery trip on a pressurized chariot?
Comparable with nothing we can experience, to be sure.

When did they arrive, the people from the stars?
Was it a month ago, or an age?
Were they at Antioch,
Gettysburg,
Rome or Pompeii?
Did they council Da Vinci,
Einstein,
Oswald or McVeigh?

Which star did they come from, the people from the stars?
Castor, or Pollux?
Arrakis, Regulus or Rigel?
Or was it not a star at all,
But a hidden dark dimension,
Where in is out and near is far,
And maybe there,
Is here?

What did they do here, the people from the stars?
Were they content to simply observe,
Or take the hands on approach,
And direct matters
As they saw fit,
Exchanging Epics
For their own contrivances,
Creating an antiquity
Of their own design?

Where did they go, the people from the stars?
Out there,
Out there, the people of the stars.

The Lyric Warehouse / Lessons

« on: October 20, 2010, 01:46:09 AM »

I'm just the guy,
To administer a lesson,
So I'll keep it short,
And no time for questions.

Writings / Ectokynamics

« on: October 20, 2010, 01:42:07 AM »

I have recently been studying Ectokynamics under the tutelage of a mentor who shall remain nameless at this time. Ectokynamics is truly the answer to many of life's persistent, unanswered questions. Questions such as 'What were those lights in the sky last night over El Paso?', 'Why do I keep thinking I see someone at the end of the hallway?' and 'Why are waffles round?'

The planes of existence which we occupy are but a small part of the actuality of reality. The actuality of reality is a term used to describe the whole of existence, that which we can see and experience, and that which we can't normally see and experience. But rest assured, there are beings and creatures that do not completely exist in our dimension; that is, they exist right here with us, they can affect us, they can sometimes control us, and most people have no idea they exist. This is where Ectokynamics comes in. A practitioner of Ectokynamics can actually begin to interact with the other planes of existence and the beings that inhabit them. Among the planes of existence is one particular reality, which I will refer to as Negaspace. Negaspace is home to human like creatures called Neutroids. It is the Neutroids that we must be first and foremost concerned with when dabbling in Ectokynamics.

There are several techniques involved in practicing Ectokynamics, and I will give a brief overview of them here.

Technique #1: Mental Refraction

Mental Refraction is a way of calming yourself. Only when you are truly calm can you begin to phase your mind out of this reality and into Negaspace. The way mental refraction works is this: first you must imagine yourself as a beam of light. Imagine the beam of light is not so much like a beam of light, but more like a loaf of bread baked from ingredients made out of the wave-like particles that make up the inter-dimensional fabric that holds the universe together. Now imagine that someone is spreading butter on the bread. Now focus this thought onto a nearby object. When performed properly, the object should take on a distinct green glow; this is your first step on the road to Negaspace! The glowing green object you have created is now a doorway, for lack of a better term, to an alternate reality.

Technique #2: Focal Audio Resonance Technique

Begin by talking to the object you've given your mental refractive energy to. Talk to it in a calm, soothing voice. Give it a name. Lets say our object is cell phone; the name you've picked for your cell phone is Mortimer Nebleth. Tell Mortimer Nebleth that it is the most important object in the universe; in actuality, it is the most important object in the universe as long as it is still resonating with the mental refractive energy that you have given it. As long as it remains in a refractive state, anything that happens to this object affects everything in the universe, in all dimensions.

General Conversation / Youtube embed test

« on: May 12, 2010, 05:20:09 PM »

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The Lyric Warehouse / Memories

« on: May 02, 2010, 09:14:26 PM »

The memories you left with me are each one a stricken, moon-pale flower that grows in the spot where you forgot about me.

Writings / Burning bridges

« on: April 16, 2010, 02:38:00 PM »

One day I'll burn this bridge that I built from memories of you and me, but for now I'm content to stand at the top and look over the edge, contemplating leaping...

Writings / Characters

« on: February 15, 2010, 11:29:41 AM »

Quell - ruthless space pirate / mercenary. Driven by a life-long quest to find a certain object with strange physical properties, but we are never introduced to a detailed description.

Go Bena - an ethereal, mist-like being that at times can take on the form of a person you may know by examining your mind and retrieving the physical and personal aspects of that person.

Ton Bena - related (we are not sure how) to Go Bena; another mist-creature that can take on the shape of anything it wishes. While Go Bena is perceived to be malevolent and hostile towards humans and most other creatures, Ton Bena is not; in fact, Ton Bena seems to take an interest in the affairs of humanoids, humans especially.

Ran Gen - Ran Gen comes from the world of Pol Cama Rei, in the Leste-rei system. Ran Gen and his people resemble what we would think of as a goat; bearing thick fur and a set of horns that curve down behind his ears, the Pol Camain people are misunderstood by humans as a hostile race. In fact, the Pol Camains would prefer to be left alone, but do respond with hostility when encroached upon by members of other races.

Servat 2 - A vaguely humanoid robot, manufactured as a base model service bot. At some point in the past his programming has been compromised; it was modified by another being or he has begun to rewrite his own code, or possibly both. At any rate, Servat operates outside of standard parameters to an extreme point. Not necessarily hostile, nor friendly, his attitude is more of indifference (to anything except his own aims) than anything else.

Nona So - A human whose cerebral cortex has been modified to give the ability of teleportation. A perfect crew member for the pirate who is interested in retrieving things from behind closed, and usually locked, doors.

Old Blind Jon - A human that grew up on a planet far distant from Earth, during the time of The Opening. He accidentally discovered a way from his planet (which is unkown) to Earth, a sort of door, that he fell through. On becoming an adult he realized he had various abilities - chiefly, interdimensional travel, visualizing a tesseract that has one entry point in his dimension and either eight or sixteen exit points in other dimensions. He also gained incredibly long life (he is thought to be over 1800 Earth-years old) and vision in ranges above and below the part of the spectrum normally visible to humans.

Prevo the Andollocian - a monk from the planet Rama 3. Prevo is indirectly responsible for the cleansing of all life from Posi-space, the region of space outside of space that was discovered and colonized during the time of The Opening. Posi-space is now a desolate, but pristine, remnant of human and other civilizations.

Explorations / Not sure about this one...

« on: November 20, 2009, 02:31:19 AM »

http://www.wmrecordings.com/releases/wm086.htm

Some weird sort of pop music.

Explorations / Late night hip hop

« on: November 20, 2009, 02:06:50 AM »

Figured I'd make use of this section of a forum that I never make use of...

Not family friendly:

http://www.wmrecordings.com/releases/wm095.htm

Writings / Trapped

« on: November 15, 2009, 05:21:01 PM »

I stand before the door. It trembles and rattles, the knob loose in its mount rattling back and forth with a sinister intent. There are no windows in this room, no light save for that coming under the door, which is just enough illumination for me to see the shiny false brass of the doorknob under assault from whatever is on the other side. I can also see the only other thing in the room with me. A dark mass against the wall opposite the door, difficult to make out in the dim light. At first it appeared to be a pile of rags or scraps of material, maybe dirty laundry, but as my eyes adjusted to the darkness I could see that it is clearly a body. Who's body I have no idea, but I have a dreadful feeling that it's someone I know.

I've been here for quite a number of hours now, with emotions running the full gammut - fear, anger, love for life, sadness at the prospect of losing it, but mostly fear. I see the shadow of my assailant in the midst of the light under the door, moving back and forth, rapidly, sometimes running away but always returning moments later. He, she, or it makes no noise, but for the incessant rattling, pounding, scratching at the door.

At this point, having abandoned hope, I realize there is only one way out. I unlock the door and grasp the knob, turn it quickly and fling the door wide open.

Writings / In the city

« on: September 22, 2009, 09:25:08 PM »

I've known this city since the day it was born. I've walked it's streets, breathed it's air, heard it's sounds and felt its pulse thump with the rhythm of a million heartbeats. I've been right there with every young mother taking her kids to the library, with every sewer rat quickly venturing out onto the sidewalk in broad daylight to snatch a discarded pizza crust, with every hobo asking for a dollar, every drug deal and every shady political maneuver. I know this city, as if it were my own mind, and let me tell you something, man these people just don't appreciate what they've got. They don't appreciate the filth laying there in the gutter, they don't appreciate the smog hanging in the air, they don't appreciate the pigeon poop on all the statues at the park or the riff-raff hanging out in the alleys, smelling of beer and urine, looking for an outsider to roll, for an easy target they can intimidate into handing over his wallet just before he gets the crap kicked out of him. They don't appreciate any of that. All they see is what they want to see, not what really is.
Not to say they're not appreciative. Man, they're appreciative all right. They love all the social programs, the park beautification, the road maintenance, the trash cleanup, the local celebrations and festivals, etc. All that crap. The crap that isn't worth a thing. Because you know what? Man, they never think about that stuff. The stuff they love - it's never on their minds. The stuff they hate? It's all they ever think about. That young mother at the library - she should be glad she's got a library to take those kids to. But all she's seeing is the vagrants on the corner, the vagrants sleeping in chairs inside, it's all she can focus on to the point that half the time she doesn't even go there. See what I mean? These people don't really appreciate what they've got.
Take me for example. Long as I've been here, I've been observing. Watching, seeing things happen, seeing from the dark corners into the light, sometimes being the darkness, sometimes wafting in through an open window. They all know I'm there, they know it with every fiber of their being. Man, they know I'm there and they know they need me there, know that this city just wouldn't operate without me. But they don't want to acknowledge me, man they even act like I don't exist! It's downright comical at times, to see what lengths these people will go to, just to pretend like I'm not there, to try and trick themselves into believing that I'm a figment of some childish imagination, a figure from a dream, that lives in a child's closet and disappears into vapor as soon as Dad looks in. 'See, there's nothing there!'. Man, I've heard that one a thousand times. And it's so untrue. Because I am there. But I'm not what you were expecting, I'm not the bogeyman or some hideous creature wanting to snatch the kids into another dimension and eat their souls. I'm simply a manifestation of reality, fulfilling my duty, just like you and every other creature on this world. And man, I don't even need to tell you why I'm here, don't need to tell this city why I'm here, because you, and they, know it. They know it when I'm in their minds, you know it, when you smell that strange burning scent in the air, they know it when I'm hovering six inches behind them, you know it when I'm circling above your house in the middle of the night. Man, you KNOW it.

Writings / South America

« on: September 14, 2009, 11:57:43 PM »

I was in rowboat on a river somewhere south of Mexico. Possibly somewhere along the border of Peru and Bolivia. The end of the river was where I needed to be, but I wasn't sure if my Peruvian guide could get me there. We came to a narrow spot, when I realized my friend the oak tree, whom I'd known since an acorn, would not be able to continue along with us. I held on to the playing cards that grew at the end of his branches, and as we squeezed through the narrows, I lost my friend. But the playing cards remained in my hand; forty of them. An Italian deck. We picked up the boat to carry it over a stony, shallow area. I noticed that my guide was summoning small colorful birds and other animals that I couldn't quite recognize, and each of these was made of thin tissue paper. As each one descended, I laid a card by it's resting place in the leaves. As I was doing this, I noticed a small spider on my right hand. It bit me, quite like a mosquito, and as I tried to brush it off, another appeared further up my arm. And then another, and another, now three more, then ten, until there were thousands of them covering me, biting, filling me with horror, dread and venom. I screamed at my guide, but he was nowhere to be found. Now how I got out of that predicament, little ones, I'll have to leave to your imagination. For now it is time for me to return to my native land and discuss the strange noises that have been coming from the great stone giant...