You seek me, do you?
You search out knowledge of a deeper sort than appears elsewhere herein?
Do you know what you have done?
Are you ready for the secrets within -- is the risk worth taking?
What if this one is possessed of a some strange malady that prevents that which is real from being percieved as you percieve it?
What if this one is psychotic, neurotic, heuristic? A melancholy spirit in search of escape and release form a life which is filled with such horrific inanities that refuge can only be found by burying oneself within the Self, fragmenting it and shattering it in some wretched, vain, desperate attempt at finding solace or safety from the absurdity to which they have been cursed?
Do you, somehow, expect insight into them, anticipate gleaning jewels of wonder and precious humor?
well then, if so, you have elected to undertake a quest!
Now you need only begin to place facts and figures, assemble your own special form of demographic data on the peculiar distaff servant of society presented here.
Let us grant some.
It was cold that first april night nigh on two score years ago, when this one came forth with a muffled utterance of objection. Cold as only the desert can be cold. And before the dawn had struck, the progenitor of such a creation had raised it to the heavens before the moon and struck a bargain of a sort that few would willingly enter: to be parent of a child.
Within that desert, a Sonoran vale broad and ringed with mountains of a sort that only the West can provide and brought to life by the hard labors of untold thousands to bring that vital liquid gold to which all life must bow into it, the subject you yearn to discern grew, as many of those around her did.
As chylde, she found expression in motion and word, and knew much of the ways of that gender which she could not claim yet which many often thought perhaps she was, beneath the debris of play. For there would be no pigtails and pinafores, merely denims and dust. into the wilds were ventured, often as boon companion to the patriarch of the clan, within whose arms the greatest treasures could be found.
Into the age of changes she came, and so changed herself, desperate to fit in as one of the Others, the ur-Kin whose color was not as hers. And as with all in the life, studiousness became effortless, and soon she was as one of the most cheerful, a dancing object of desire presented as reward to false warriors as the carrot is held before the mule.
But other things held interest and sway within her mind, and the first inklings of things that darkened the world about her began to form.
There were children and marriage, as well, risen from within her very core and made real through joyous efforts, though hardship would be endured for the pleasures.
There was higher learning, expansion of horizons within as the meager travels of husband forced abrupt and peculiar jaunts and movements that allowed a different kind of expansion that gripped with fear and loathing.
There was misery and sadness and utmost despair. A struggle to forget that will always be there.
And then came the quiet. As in the calm before the storm.
From out of that came new things, and forward she did go, the shreds of her tenuous hold on identity and self unfolding around her as she moved, casting away her wholeness like clothing as she sought to reach back into the past and vanish again into the depths of the eternal escape she so desperatley sought...
...until a cry awoke her from the darkness, and she bade herself wait, for need of this one was great.
So time is, and was, and will be, and we come unto these days now. The sorcery of silicon became known to her, the dark arts of hardware and disk operating systems and network connectivity. With the mastery of culture and peoples already gained, she combined that which she did into the fine craft of creating those devices which would entrap and ensnare the hapless, manically converting the doubtful few who knew not the dangers that awaited beyond the cathode screens to which they would find themselves drawn irresistably...
... until she came across osmething that bespoke to her, luring and inviting her, taunting her with the potential to make realized those visions she had not the skill to inscribe without aid.
And that temptation led her here, after having floated for so long in search of some sense of belonging, of kinship, of acceptance...
And unto them now she has sold her very life's blood, trapped by the betrayals of body such that she can do aught else that her skills might enable.
Deep within the inner mind
There dwells a place to fantasize
Around it grows a darkened gloom
within it lies a special room
Padded walls and tiled halls
softly murmured voices
from each cell come the calls
gibberish and noises
And so you've come, to see about
the oddity that has no doubt
a lovely woman, perhaps indeed
a shattered mind, you'll soon see
I dwell therein, a poser loon
with writing as a craft
I will escape, oh yes, quite soon
to Diaper Island I will Journey
From twig of broom I've built a raft
And on it placed my gurney
So who am I, I hear you ask
with poem bad in rhyme no less
meter mangled, rhythm strangled
I am a simple dark skinned lass
Whose life is never quite at rest
Children wrangled, hubby dangled
I come here often, rarely stay
I find it's better, quite, that way
Too many voices drown the chorus
And I'm needy, whiny, porous
But nothing that really strong drugs can't handle.
Now if only they could actually make me take them!
but I won't! No, No! I won't!
hee hee
you see, I'm special -- no, I am, Really! I'm, I'm, I'm not from around here, you know...
bwa hahahahahahahahahahahaha....
did you really think you could get inside my head? And survive?
hey -- never give a sucker an even break -- compound fractures are MUCH more fun!
Ha hahahahahahahahahahaha
hee hee
hee hee
what? Oh...
Sorry. I can't play anymore. It's time for my next treatment. But I'll come back. I will...
I always come back.
Always...
Interests: Odd Ditty Foundry, Business, Poser, inspirational art, fantasy, horror, science fiction, mysteries, computers, cartography, landscapes, language, sociology, mythopoetic efforts, writing, publishing, intellectual property law, contract law, popular music, music creation, animation, and innumerable other subsets and additional fields.
I am here for: All manner of purposes. Most nefarious.
I want to meet people for: increasing my The Evil Twin(tm) quotient.
Places I've been: Russia, Mexico, Phillipines, Hawaii, South Koriea, Australia, New Zealand, Germany, UK, India
Clubs I'm in: Odd Ditty Foundry |
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