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The Legend Of Lord Revan The Wise, And His Totally Sweet Awesomeness

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Baley	Posted: Jan 23 2006, 07:47 PM
God #1 Group: Members Posts: 338 Member No.: 2 Joined: 24-August 05	Chapter I : Futility: My name is Lord Revan, I am a samurai of total freedom. I am of the proud male origin, my powers are many and my flaws are few. I walk the line between good and evil, I use my wits to defeat dastardly Villains the likes of Darth Malak. I have a large diamond encrusted blade of Jedi Might with which I fought countless battles, I have a girlfriend, her name is Atton, she's totally awesome but won't me get into her pants, yet, she likes Pazzak, strange, not a game for intellectuals like myself but she's got a nice ass, I'd like to posses it one day, to taste it's bitter sweet interior essence. Why has Carth abandoned me? Why oh why? And my sweet Bastila. Can I find no peace? I'd like to swim in the cold desolate sees of human guts and misery. I wrote a poem today. It's called the futility of man. " Man is so futile He bores me so I want to die I want to know Is God the force Are we all dead? Can I not feel? Can I not smell? Man is so futile So futile yet sweet. O man, o sweet futility." My life is so sad. I am the shell of a greater man, my faith has abandoned me. I am alone. Freedom's Samurai. I wish to cut my wrists and let red blood run rampant for all eternity. Black is such a lovely color, I wonder where Atton is. ................................................... Part I: Of Man, Light And Darkness. 1. A long time ago, before the sun had first arisen, before the moons and stars of Northern dusk embraced radical beings of unknown might, before men set sail on majestic ships of wood and clay, a child was born, they named him Myrtius and deemed him khan. He grew and grew as few before him, enlighten beyond his years, wise beyond his age. He was alone one summer night, astray in God's great castle, he wished to see his mother fair, he wished to learn her substance. His Mother, a majestic being, of beauty and grace, her posture reeked of royalty, her body of excess, her grand blue eyes glared at the boy, incompetent and meek, she loved him not, he knew this well. "Dearest child, can you speak, are you man or are you beast?" The woman dastardly shrieked. He looked at her, with caring eyes, hurt beyond despair, his desolation was a curse, his puissance a mistake. "I am no man, I am no beast, I am beyond beings of pain, beyond regrets and prisoned lives." She grinned, brandishing crooked teeth, infernal lips of decadent adulation. "Beyond the dungeons of regret? What know you, boy, of this?" "I know far more than you allow. I know the world and man's foul soul. No better than the beasts, they are, selfish and grotesque, they live alone in dreary sheds, caging themselves with moral laws." "A child's naivety is all you preach, you are a fool, beloved son." Her glances grew ever menacing, ever enticing, ever putrid. "Enough of this, I beg farewell." She laughed and growled, a wild boar, uncaring and contentious. ------------- Wishhhhhhhaaysss Barf! Boom! Ching! Rargh! The man in the black suit shat on the headless watchdog. We are all dead!!! Life is Misery Misery is Pain God is Dead The Dead are God Fear Life Embrace Death Surrender!!! I am back, back from the sealed grave, forget your creeds, embrace my lies. Lies Lies Lies We all tell lies, human nature and all that, Am I right? Right? Right? The man shat, defecated blood. Dead Dead Dead All is a Lie. There is no life, no death, no soul, no god, no melody of all existence. Reverse Genesis! Forsake thy gods! Follow my words, my lies, my fabulations! Die Die Die --------------------

Baley	Posted: Jan 23 2006, 11:33 PM
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Lou Gutman PI	Posted: Jan 24 2006, 02:07 AM
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Baley	Posted: Jan 28 2006, 02:55 PM
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Launch	Posted: Feb 1 2006, 07:29 PM
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Lou Gutman PI	Posted: Feb 1 2006, 09:51 PM
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Basement Ghost	Posted: Feb 1 2006, 10:29 PM
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Launch

Posted: Feb 1 2006, 11:29 PM

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QUOTE (Lou Gutman PI @ Feb 1 2006, 09:51 PM)

Was that an offer Launch?

Because I thought we were already going out...

Of course it wasn't... it was friendly advice

Shush... we don't want everyone finding out about us...

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For shame WS... for shame...

Lou Gutman PI

Posted: Feb 13 2006, 12:56 AM

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Because I thought we were already going out...

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Shush... we don't want everyone finding out about us

Aw crap, now they will know for sure!

And Basement and WS, I don't date dudes.

Unless they are really cute.

WinterSun	Posted: Feb 13 2006, 11:30 PM
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Baley

Posted: Feb 21 2006, 02:02 AM

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"Silence"

Frenzied with forlornness Ian Thompson killed a man, the rotting corpse's name had once been Miguel Felipe Olvidavo, a Mexican carpenter and sometimes communist agitator born in the fishing encampment of Juan-Pesos roughly 40 years ago.

Ian was a kind and troubled man, the likes of which can still be found on the outskirts of all major cities, roads and highways, he was a beggar, at times a writer and an all-around despondent idealist who smeared at the lucid thought of having a regular job once in a cerulean moon. He roamed the lands of New Mexico pursuing his juvenile ethics. Dejected idealists and cynics alike marvelled at his irrational use of language and logic, in a way, the boy was either a full blown genius or an utter fool. With time he constructed his own philosophical ethos and lessened the speed of his voyages, Ian was content with staying alone in his dirty flat, hours at a time, looking at his father's animated clock, the old man entrusted it to him a few years back and it was kept with remarkable care by a woman he once madly loved.

It was a sombre dawn, monotonous clouds prowled the skies and millions of ants were going their merry ways, trying to once more outsmart mother-nature. This tired Ian, who always had the gravest of respect for his creator, "If only those fatheads left the trees, waters and soils alone for a fucking moment." he said, shouting for himself to hear. He couldn't take it anymore, he sought refuge, from these men he so despised, he craved for the greasy odor of stale transpiration. Ian wanted out, deliverance. The lad hungered to traverse the far away roads travelled by moribund monks of archaic birth.

He left New York, one Monday morning, heading for the southern part of the American continent, he packed a small handbook, a pen, and some bandages, light cruising was his element. He took a plane to Brazil and a train to the Chilean desert. Abandoning society he breathed in relief. He kissed the barren lands, violating it's mellow peace. The boy's imagination always dashed in front of him, challenging him to constantly better his joyless condition.

They say the desert drives its invaders insane and Ian was assuredly plundering its isolation. Phantasm haunt you at night, the heat plagues you during the lifeless hours we call days. Ian always endured, constantly prevailing. Feeling no sorrow, no depression he kept walking his heinous walk.

His quest escorted him to a strange encampment assembled in the wasteland's very center. A man called Felipe approached him, carrying a spear.

"Noise"

"Felipe, Felipe, Felipe!" The Mexican soil wailed after its deceased hero, the skies opened that day, for all men to mourn in equality, and flooded the lands of God with tears of methanol.

If men had souls, Miguel Felipe Olvidavo's would have surely chocked on sour piss, alas they bear no such dominion and all that remains of them is their anxious closing ambition, order or chaos. Death ain't easy to swallow, spit it as you may, the lady in white always returns, forever making her way into your crooked psyche. Silence pursues the woman in the alabaster cloth. Greet her for those that dare dream and for all that never do. Close your eyes and listen to her ballad of bones, cover your ears and watch her dance of ruination. Forgive us.

Miguel Felipe lusted after the ivory maiden, the days passed, the nights drowned his senses, yet there he remained, facing the Virgin's sculpture, senile man, meager girl, sinning en masse. His eyes, blueish shades surrounding them, formed an unison of betrayed emotions.

"Fly Felipe Fly"

The jade man's melancholy remodeled his inner self, time swooped pass him, space ignored him, his adventure in the world of God soon had to cease. The Wasteland, it calls for you, the weak are first to hear it's frenzied howl, the strong soon follow. All is lost there, till Kingdom Come none are to smell the foul air of sterile carnage.

"Fly Felipe Fly"

He did.

"I miss you virgin." Said the man with the green visage.

Love is buried, deep inside the desert of incandescence, where a man named Miguel Felipe Olvidavo roams, holding a charcoal spear.

"Synchronicity"

"Hello." Said the man in the long black coat, holding a blackened spear of wood and steel.

The wastes were calm that day, peculiarly so, the sky was obfuscating their vision with ultramarine stains of celestial hues. In the desert each man has his own cloud, each cloud his own man, the brotherhood is awake and breathing tediously.

"Hello." Said the man in the short white boxers, holding a pen so wistful and so gay.

"Has the virgin sent you?"

"I know no virgin."

"Has god sent you?"

"I know no god."

The air was boiling.

"Name is Felipe." The first man muttered.

"Are you positive? I mean are you sure? The desert does strange things to a man's mind. Ha ha Ha. The brain, it's weak like that. Ha ha." The half naked man shouted at his frail neighbour.

He glared at the sky, at the sand, at the man, at the virgin, at the angels, at his feet, at his spear. "Yes." he answered with the ease of a tortured saint.

"My name is Ian, I was born in Dublin, New York and Cairo, my mother was a whore and my father a bastard."

"Hello Ian of Dublin, New York and Cairo, son of whore and a bastard."

"Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha" The skies erupted. Silence and noise, together for all eternity, the universe it breaks and kills us, with the shallow wit of a monstrous beast and the contentious desires of the average Joe. Shed a tear for all that are to die, you too will soon follow.

Ian and Felipe dancing in the wind. Ian and Felipe swimming in the snow. Ian and Felipe fighting to the death.

The Alabaster lady urged the hollow skies to let her watch with envy and disgust.

The monkeys use sticks, the men use bombs. Ha Ha Ha Ha.

Felipe was dead, Ian was alone, the woman was happy, the final night had come.

How far will you journey for your heart's desires?

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