Warning improvissed story, currently (though not neccesarily by the end of this post) titles Boredom; and idiots guide to giving up smoking via drinking smoking and yet more drinking.
Eden Lost: A random fic. *appologies for awful spelling*
It was another murky night, hidden deep in the forest wreathed in black green, emerald blackness and cold dank brush, a figure sits looking contemptuously at the world around, just a mirror set to reflect his..hers?..it's own anguish. The sky looks liquid, a vast black bowl of soup filled with napalm pasta shapes. (anyone else remember those? i know i do? mmm TNMT you rock my pasta world!) The tiny burnign chemicals wink seductivly form the heavenly bleakness above as it feels the first virgin drops of dew from by its neck, light and joy slowly filtering back into the sleeping... waiting.. dead world. There was no was it had ever thought it's fragile synthetic life could have spiral upwards, the burlesque beauty of the night, the coming warmth of day and the wonderfull feeling of life once you realise death is only a heartbeat away. BUt It knew fullwell, in the briefest beat of muscle tissue, blood and sinew, life could flourish and fail, birth and rot, live and die. IT was a very complicated annalogy of life expressed in the night sky, yt a beautifully poignant one, so immensely full of symbolism and detail, each tiny shift of air, water, leaf, tree, sky or darkness a fine and deep alegory to the life that slipped it's way through the hazards of time to this literary freeze-frame.
Analogies and fantasy aside, It was here on a mission. It had no name, no life and no identity. It was It. To those who had lived to glimpse upon it, it was a strange beast, a creation of nature and man, the sleuth stained bad bad bad person! son of two realities fighting for union when their very existence demanded the others destruction. It's body bore the mark of both man metal, machine and mother earth, pale purple eyes, shrouded in glittering fur, beauty of such so powerfull it put the scene before it to shame. Sleek metal jaw, razor sharp teeth and a muzzle of iron, the rusted gnashing jaws of death (funny, in one direction their jaws o death, but when they open instead of close they are jaws o life ) the beginings of the morning dew slid placidly over the hulking metal teeth. It's breast bore the beauty of the female divine; leafy, almost translucent skin wrapped the perfection of shape, an inticing trap to it's jaws of reality (i refuse to call em jaws of life or death) the lustred body swung lifeless yet intense in the tree-tops. It's arms bore more allegory of the eternal balance, the ying and yang. One arm of pure holy beauty, silken and flowign feathers, glistened like little balls of napalm in the sky, it's left in beauty was astounding. It's right arm bore the darkness of life, the presence of evil in everything, original sin some called it. Pathetic crimes against beings above us in millenia past were no true sins. The one original sin bore the name of life, the gift and curse, concious yet oblivious and ignorant, brutal and compassionate. It's legs and abdomen were the children of steel, whirring creations of man and intelligence, natures surpasser (i still wonder to this day if that really is a word..) and the carver of more than land and elements. It's legs seemed large mechanical and weighty, but moved slenderly, and seemed as if they were powered by the soulfull beauty of It's nature birth, encased within the cruel creations of the greedy.
It was neither beautiful nor monstrous, neither normal nor average. The only word that couldst have ever been spoken of its figure could be;
"Impossible"
And high in the trees, the impossible beauty sat mournign the loss of the night. mornign brang change, and with change all that was life today would be history tomorow. IT knew in its half blood and half soul that the dawning light on this morne would bring fearsome change. On this slowly emerging morning of outstanding beauty shine and peace, the whore of man's folly would throw itself in bile drenched blood soaked glory into the world, polluting all that could stand in it;s way, minds body and soul all fell to this monster, but its name was never agreed upon. It had reared and ruled many times, and been though drowned or dead, surpassed or devolved since it first raped it;s way into the world.
Like the final chords in the most heartbreaking song ever played (Stairway to heaven - Ed) the dawn of lifes final waltz burst upon it;s victim. Unweilding splendous beauty poured deep into its victims, rolled back into their eyes and minds, their hearts and souls, as the final day began. It shifted calmly upon it;s watchtower at the edge of all tht had ever been, letting a black and white tear roll poetically from its pale eyes. and as rumbles of the beast filled it's ears, the final knell struck, and chaos began.
Drums roll
Cannons load.
And the beast charged.
Fires burn and cities begin to fall as acid flames rot the sky, the dark clouds amass and blood stains the soil. Bodies pile and metal shreds the flesh, echoing ruin flies stoicly across the endless carnage. Skies of red, and earth of sin, a memory of what they had to begin with, bones shatter liek frail leaves under a boot, the endless futile cries of life splitting in the middle, the darkness and light separated for a final conflict. Bells of peace and structures of pain sear and burn, uncountable wails of lif ebegining and ending, the pain and suffering of all history wrapped into the blood curdleing shouts and cries, the pleading annd begging of the final flicker of light in the darkness. Great visions fill the horizon, bravery and honour are wiped from the mind, in a solemn flash of the blade. crumbled buildings sandwich their owners, the he11 bound wails of children and adults, woudned and lifeless. The screams will never end, and in the brutal fires of the morning bodies pile high with every leap in pitch. Another mother loses her child, the seed of life separated form her body, the unborn jesus floating blood soaked in the fuming rage of the fires. he11 upon earth coudl never trulyl describe the pain and hatred lustrily violating the world at every entrance. Imagine if you dar,e a frail and tortured body, every weeping injury bawling for release, its arms adn legs bound as its skin burns form its flesh, its muscle-plastered eye sockets wide in fear and anger. Flesh and muscle rip from organ and bone, the red slick juice of life hazing the air, coating it in malice and gore. and finally thus does the offal, the giver, grinder-meat and hatred borne in at the heart of all life.
But now the sun has risen in the sky, and midday heat toasts the purged, living and unborn. The middle of the end of days, the last 12 mortal hours of hope, in which the last vestiges of life will be pillaged, stripped to the bone and devoured. Vultures of infinity circle in the incinerating heat, floating maliciously down to the crimson terra firma, harsh claws sinkign depe into the turf of the dead. vendors and pushers of greed and lust move form body to body, adding their vile seed to the un-sanctified corpses, labeled and tagged, their names and ages, added to the infinite checklist slowly fillling with blood ink letters. The bones of the innocent and the guilty now plaster together as the heat withers away all but the putrid haze of hate littering the mornings slaughter. This too may die in time, but as the cloud of emotion as black as humanity sears across the wreathing tortured victims of life it grows form their fears and their hatred, a great tumult of loathing and anger, crawlign it's way up towards the sun.
And the cloud of pain grows more, it's power too flies high above it. the rotting twitchnig corpses of all life and death below it writhing in eternal agony as the essence of their souls, borne hindu liek into one immense god surges up to destroy that which it now is. A god. And thus the burning light of life in the sky begins to flee, scurrying from the darkness leaving infected and ddying light in it;s wake, as the sun finally falls into the ocean, blood red and foaming, bodies and souls thrown around in it;s liquid maelstrom.
And Now...
Now..
all is gone...
The cloud of hatred and anger fills the sky, its power that of every soul ever birthed. God or mortal, black, white, gay, jew, asian, terrorist, rapist, whore, politician, artist and musician, none make a difference 'cept the growth of the rage, the sapping of beauty and freedom. It covers the sky, it fills the mouth and garrots the throat, tortures the body and rapes the soul. The great darkness is now one, the terror and pain beneath it choked in it;s pilfered shadows. All about the darkness is eternal, darkness so mighty, darkness so proud, darkness built form the evil created by those it had served. And in these final minutes of armageddon, a pair of pale purple eyes open within the bone mountains and blood oceans. Weeping pure sorrow fills the night, the one pure scream of hate in the death of the universe, dead trees, dead soil, dead bodies, dead children, dead buildings, dead beliefs, dead societies and dead landscapes, all shudder in the shining light of true purity. A gilded feather hand traces a path of light into the darkness, tense and fist-like in the orgasmic, terrifying, weeping, murderous, frail, pleading, fighting shudder of It's cry.
Like a tornado in a paper factory, reality churns, throwing everythign that ever was or ever coudl have been up in a double helix of insanity, bolts of white light sheer acrosss the darkness, the single scream stripping all but joy from the polluted rot of the universe.
And slowly the cry ends.
Deep in a forest, two pale purple eyes stare out at the rising dawn, soft birthing light touching the gentile fur and harsh metal, and in this twighlight after the end and rebirth of everything, It's voice is born in the words It speaks, softly and mother liek into the world.
"Was It eden? was I a god, or was it war?"
Yup there we go, 5 or 6 paragraphs of complete insane nonsense.. well if you read carefully there is a sorta hiddne meaning in this, and if anyone can guess...oh and sorry for any racist remarks, i am not prejiduce, it all for the sake of comedy.
