tired-triclops

I was there when Horus killed the Emperor. I was there when Temeraire hatched. I was there when Harry heard the words "yer a wizard." I was there when Dresden brought down lightning. I was there when the 597th Valhallan was formed. I was there for the First Founding of Tanith. I was there for the Big Bang. I was there when Horus killed the Emperor. I was there when Captain Laurence became a prince. I was there when Prongs ran again. I was there to see Sue hunt again. I was there to see Cain's Last Stand - both of them. I was there to see Tanith fought for. I was there to see the first stars ignite. I was there when Horus killed

The devil has many whores    -each with their own faults. But the greatest of these whores    is Reason       whose fault          is showing Faith and Religion's faults. Reason who,    for this gross offense,       ought to be trodden underfoot          and destroyed.       drowned in baptism.       banished to the filthiest place in the house-       

I live for the reality Learning how the bird flies.   Or how the cell divides.   Or how nature replies to man's actions. But there are those who live for the fantasy, for natural disasters in reply to American politics, For natural disasters in reply to women in low-cut shirts, for common diseases resulting from another prevention. Despite all evidence to the contrary, They believe that time is "cubic"   That the universe is young,                                    unchanging,                                                 made specifically for us.   That like substances diluted beyond measure,           cures like.

I am an atheist, in the USA. I live in line with the law, strive to be successful, to be intelligent, to be productive. But I am judged. Without consideration for who I am beyond the 'X' in the box besides none/other under 'Religion'. Written off as an irredeemable monster. Called un-American. Blamed for the problems faced by religion. For those who bring the rotting carcass of morality, poisoned and killed by corruption -and greed and intolerance- to light, out from inside the stained-glass coffin. I am an atheist, in the USA. I may be asked why I am what I am. I may be threatened because I believe in publicly veri

Negotiation is Over? Negotiation IS over. For too long, you have intimidated. For too long, you have bullied. But now, you have crossed the Rubicon. You, and your anti-human stance,   make me ashamed to be a member of the same species,      nay, the same kingdom as you. You think that intimidating students will work? Well, you are wrong in regards to at least one student. You think incitement to murder will work? Well, you are wrong in regards to at least one student. Know that, should I walk unguarded, I will fear no evil,   for I fear not the bullies      nor the professional bullshitters. And should your attempts to spr

I put the pen to paper, and all I see is shit. I see your words, your promises and oaths all lit,     by the light of your burning castle.     I see my path ahead of me,     and downward it does tread. Through fire and brimstone I have walked, while my confidence in you has fled, While with you I have stood. And all I see ahead of me is much more of the same. I spiral ever downward, and this you think you know. I lied, I lied! I believe every word of it,      all that you have said. How could I not, you prophet, you, of all things yet to come, A

The words spill out, The emotions remain. Bottled away inside. Fermenting until all inside is naught but vinegar. I cannot say what I want to say. I cannot write what I want to write. Until the day comes where I can simply walk away, -and make no mistake, that day will never come- I will forever remain self-censored. In fear of you. In hatred of you. In fear of you. In fear. Hatred. Disappointment. Disgust. Thief of all that I had. Destroyer of all that I was - all that I am. Liar.

How many times have I lived for Her? How many times have I loved for Her? how many times have I died for Her? For every time I have,     I would do it ten thousand times more,         for Her. How many times have I fought for Her? How many times have I raced for Her? How many times have I saved Her? For every time I have,     I would do it ten thousand times more,         for Her.

In that room, lit by bulbs of florescence, in that book of printed words and images, I found the concepts of Science, built on evidence over the years and ages. And from this knowledge I foud my purpose in life, and so I grew in mind-- beyond the Biblical command to find a wife -- and found a way to free that which ignorance binds. Yet, there are those who would live in ignorance, either by coincidence or by their own design. These poor folk's minds seek or shun even a pittance of such knowledge to better understand a life so fine. But of those who should willingly deny it, I would love to ask "Why not try it?"

Ink is powerful.   It can tell stories.   It can prove facts and theorems.   It can memorialize.   It can immortalize. And it exists on countless media.   Paper, papyrus and parchment.      Metal and wood.         Leather and skin. The stories behind the ink are powerful.         They are emotional.                        rational.                     fearful.                  fearless.               oppressed.            liberated.         terrified.      relaxed.   vilified. deified. They are unique and the same.   Old and new.      Ink, and Media.