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Snake in a vineyard
Written on: Monday, September 07, 2009
Time: 9:54 PM You know how I always talk to myself, make noises, sounds, sing and stuff? Looking ahead of the dark and lonely childhood I suffered (hahahahahah I like this story a lot), I think my mind's just very hyper. THen it occured to me that all the words stories dialogues arguments and thingamajigums I think about can be shared! WOW! Ok lah I didn't intend for that to sound so stupid; intelligent version: I think it'd be good to share all these things. When Ivl first spoke to his Master about the quest he foresaw, he was warned. Such shadowy beasts will never leave you once you pursuit them, and the stain on your soul will be immeasurable. "It will be hard to pry yourself from it all, and I'm worried you will be burdened for far longer than you can tolerate." "I understand. This is something I must do, I will bear all costs. Master, have you not noticed how every great soul dies young? I am- "Fool! What nonsense are you driving at! Enough of th-" "Hear me, Master!" "...very well. I do so love you as a son Ivl, you have my word that I will let you speak freely: "Thank you Master. I was saying... it just seems to me that I might be one of them," "Yes you are great, but what do you mean?" "I haven't got much left to live, I must do what I have to do now." "Ivl! How can you... *sigh*... I knew it would amount to something like this... If you must do it, then I shall only support you," "Thank you Master," "And you take care. I know the sound of your mind too well, don't ever be afraid to yell for me when you are in need." "I am forever indebted to you" "Go now, Ivl." And so Ivl gathered his belongings and for the last time, stepped out of their village. Many times had he tread this path, when called upon by His Majesty to serve the Land. He was a soldier and a warlock, and he was accustomed to being uncomfortable in strange places. But this time he knew it would last for ever. He made haste to the Palace, where he sought an audience with the King. He was shown quickly shown into the Great Hall. "My Lord, I pray you are in good health." "And so I am, Ivl. What is it that you have to tell me? I know my best soldier too well to expect him to show himself for a triviality." "Indeed My Lord. I have come here today to seek your blessing for my journey." "What journey is this, then?" "I will pursue the dark beasts that have plagued my mind for too long. I see them as a threat to your Kingdom." "Now Ivl, you know that is impossible. Have some sense!" "I have that, My Lord. I only ask for your blessings." "Stop playing the fool, Ivl! You know that if you choose this path, you will be fighting alone." "As I have always been." Firmly, he said those words and stared the King in his eyes. "...! As much as I oppose your ridiculous ideas, I have no reason to hold you back. However I refuse to bless you." "Very well." And he left unceremoniously, leaving the King to stare after his billowing cape. The Bishop came to his side. "I would hate myself if I were him, Your Highness." "An outcast. That's what he has always been. Now he sees that no one needs him anymore, so they have abandoned him. There was no other way this would have turned out." "You are wise, My Lord." Ivl wasted no time, and went on his long journey. It was past midnight when he arrived at the Far Well. There, he made camp and shed his blood in honour of the Warlock Spirits. He knelt in meditation for an hour, before wiping off his tears and lying down to sleep. His blade rested silently by his side, keeping watch on its master as he rested. It was only thus fateful cos Ivl had crafted it so, and possessed no life or thought. How it behaved and acted was, in fact, how Ivl acted, as though a shard of his soul had been fused with the cold steel. No matter what, he still felt alone and nothing could change that. And as the forest breaths danced around his body, his magic burst into flames and made a cage. Alone and imprisoned indeed. That's the end of the story so far, that's about as much as I spoke to myself today-ish. Now time for the unpleasant next part of this post, the angsty bit. There's always a prawn behind the stone (HAHAHAHHA I can't get over this), and its not always pleasant. For your good health, and to avoid spoiling your prelim-mugging mood, I strongly suggest you halt here. That's all, I can't really be bothered with what you do hahaha. I'm going against my better judgements and all the voices of sense in my head yelling at me to stop. The both of you are idiots, I can't take it. There are times you make me happy, each of you, but why should I cloud my judgement by basing my thoughts on moments of mania. I cannot forget all the crap and shit you've given me. Too much to be forgotten, see, and its ongoing. If you're reading this, I hope you know who you are. And I know you won't feel a thing but anger. That is how you are. I am disappointed at what's become of the two of you, and I despise myself even more for entertaining such thoughts. You and I know I'm not supposed to. Yet here I am sharing them with whoever reads my blog. That includes the Warlocks of South Nisfern, my apologies. Wake up and grow up, stop behaving like damned children. I would so love to avoid you and keep away but I cannot, what's more I have duties and responsibilities. The shackles of life, that is what they sometimes are. Blessings concealed in iron and rust. Whatever. I can only say so much, you are you. Do what you will, I can only stand and watch, and write and curse, and detach myself from it all like I'm going to do now. I'm not afraid to hate, to be critical, to hate, to despise, feel disgusted, hate and hate anymore. See here, I am talking about things many shy away from. Why run away from what happens naturally? I'll do what I do: face it all, come to a decision and let it all pass. I have no time for too many emotions and I don't even know if what I'm doing is totally correct but I'll live with it for as long as no one is made to lose out for my actions. Is there irony somewhere there. Do you remember hearing about people who grew up all right but turned out horribly wrong. Jeng. JENG. JENGGGGGGGGGG. Well I'm not one of them Tadum, CHANG! All that was completely redundant, I just thought it felt rather dramatic. Dramatic = impact = good = just write it even if its irrelevant. You, reader, do you know me? Really? Are you worried? Why are you worried. Why do you care or think you care. Have I made you think? How much have I made you think. I want you to question yourself and feel uncomfortable. Squirm in your skin and taste the dryness of your mouth. The whole experience is beautiful, don't forget a little bitterness to go with the sweets of life. You need the entire package to completely appreciate the beauty of what you have. So get up now and go stare at a plant. Completely disjointed paragraph, I'd say. Tried to say something, failed, tried to rescue it, failed, left it all there, satisfied. Lol this is funny. I have a strong feeling this is one post I might revisit in the future. Cut away all the bad parts but leave enough of a trace for me to remember. Not a hoarder, just a thinker. Now its time to get back to work, I'm so loving this work thing I wish I could stay in school and study for longer hours and puasa forever, it ROCKS to not have to eat. Ramadhan is leaving us fast :((((((((( What's left is precious, go on, make full use of it. Hello, There's too much sass in this bong Labels: advice, dark vehemency, famous words, no ligaments, stories |
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