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]]> ~virenity http://virenity.deviantart.com/journal/25743429/ http://virenity.deviantart.com/journal/25743429/ Sat, 04 Jul 2009 21:54:02 PDT Beneath the dimming eave, despondent do I lie: It begins... with the natural principles of communication. All information transmitted between humans is a story, or parts of a story, in one way or another. Everything entering the conscious brain, our conscious awareness, holds a type of meaning. Language has enhanced the depth of and the depth of understanding of meaning. Everything is built upon and changed and refined. Everything is connected. The way in which a brain develops by proxy of its perceptions is the way in which it will form its output, which is at first meaning, translated into language, transmitted. It is built upon. Culture defines meaning defines language progression, to an extent.

[12:16:59 AM] Beneath the dimming eave, despondent do I lie: There are many, many ways to say this, so I will not be surprised if my words are misunderstood.

[12:25:23 AM] Beneath the dimming eave, despondent do I lie: Language is built around our progressing understanding in modes of meaning. The development of the creative mind is the personal understanding of meaning and the means in which that mind can form its output. I've read more philosophy than literature in which "creative" styles are prominent, therefore my mind knows much more efficiently how to output that order of meaning via vocabulary and all the other bells and whistles of language. What the mind perceives is programming the mind, essentially. "What goes in, will come out" means more than most realize.


WRITTEN IN AN INSTANT MESSENGER CONVERSATION. HAO DID HAPEN.

(I do not claim this explanation to be anywhere near complete (actually, the conversation ended prematurely anyway), correct, or to generally make much sense. It is merely not a terrible start to what I would someday like to expound upon.)

The entirety of my name on MSN is

Beneath the dimming eave,
Despondent do I lie;
What is there left for me
Should my heart now die?

just so you know, and so it makes sense.

]]> ~virenity http://virenity.deviantart.com/journal/25492727/ http://virenity.deviantart.com/journal/25492727/ Tue, 23 Jun 2009 10:36:18 PDT
I leave you with values to guess at should you so choose.

146,099,514,706,250,000,000,000 pounds
12,935,306,891,762,494,134,000 pounds
9,882,368,327,259,875,202,000 pounds
5,153,508,718,278,742,486,000 pounds
1,547,340,993,469,661,752,600 pounds
154,605,262,015,880,721,640,000 pounds
257,675,435,913,937,124,300,000 pounds
58,439,805,882,500,000,000,000 pounds
3,349,780,669,218,774,851,200 pounds
= 649,688,324,118,557,394,365,800 (octillion) pounds

They relate to baking.

]]> ~virenity http://virenity.deviantart.com/journal/24124922/ http://virenity.deviantart.com/journal/24124922/ Wed, 08 Apr 2009 06:49:06 PDT
This is not just a day. I am never getting this day back.
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This is not just a day. I am never getting this day back.
This is not just a day. I am never getting this day back.
This is not just a day. I am never getting this day back.

Everything is in perspective now.

さよなら

]]> ~virenity http://virenity.deviantart.com/journal/24048186/ http://virenity.deviantart.com/journal/24048186/ Fri, 03 Apr 2009 20:44:15 PDT He does not know what to think of the times. His own views are distorted from the actual. He knows he does not like the actual. Maybe he has been avoiding the actual. He would be more inclined to think there is no actual. His actual is his actual. There is nothing he sees other than his perceptions. What of others? He does not know others. Others baffle him by their actions. He baffles others with his seeming lack of action. There is no chance at failure if there is no action, yet there is no experience gained if there is no action. Failure is useful, lack of action lacks everything. The thought does not count. The thought without known aim ruins. Think to think with a goal in thought; lack of a goal is fraught with not. It is not apparent to him how one attaches himself to a goal. The possibilities in selection petrify his position. He is to assume goals are sought after in direct relation to held values. He does not know his values. He knows his values through experiencing them at times, but he cannot recall his values. What is to be done if what you think is important to you can't be said by yourself to be important to you under conditions perceived while outside of its felt perception? He knows little about what he should hold near his heart. He does not know his heart. He knows what is in his mind, yet he does not know his mind. He knows how to alter his perceptions, thus altering his values. The simulation is constant. He is tired of the simulation. Reality is a simulation as far as he can tell. He knows it is possible to simulate his image to others, but he can't bring himself to simulate himself in this way. He may not know how to simulate his actions. To simulate an image in favor of a certain person, he would have to know this person. He cannot know many people. He is not around many people. If he was around many people, what if he chose a person, or a person chose him? What if this person he wished to simulate his image upon was simulating their own image. The public is a simulation. True feelings are not shown in front of a person unsure of, if the one showing has any regard for image, that is. He does not know if such honesty exists, though he suspects it does. However, it is likely that the person who is having their data gathered has been beneath their mask for a good deal of time.... ]]> ~virenity http://virenity.deviantart.com/journal/22961897/ http://virenity.deviantart.com/journal/22961897/ Mon, 02 Feb 2009 10:59:50 PST ambition, covet some fancies or real good which they do not deserve and could not enjoy if it were theirs, wealth they have not earned, honors they have not won, attentions they have not merited, love which their selfishness only craves. Sometimes they undervalue the good they do possess; throw away the pearls in hand for some beyond their reach, and often less valuable; trample the flowers about them under their feet; long for some never seen, but only heard or read of; and forget present duties and joys in future and far-off visions. Sometimes they shade the present with every cloud of the past, and although surrounded by a thousand inviting duties and pleasures, revel in sad memories with a kind of morbid relish for the stimulus of their miseries. Sometimes, forgetting the past and present, they live in the future, not in its probable realities, but in its most improbable visions and unreal creations, now of good and then of evil, wholly unfitting their minds for real life and enjoyments. These morbid and improper states of mind are too prevalent among young women. They excite that nervous irritability which is so productive of pining regrets and fretful complaints. They make that large class of fretters who enjoy no peace themselves, nor permit others to about them. In the domestic circle they fret their life away. Every thing goes wrong with them because they make it so. The smallest annoyances chafe them as though they were unbearable aggravations. Their business and duties trouble them as though such things were not good. Pleasure they never seem to know because they never get ready to enjoy it. Even the common movements of
Providence are all wrong with them. The weather is never as it should be. The seasons roll on badly. The sun is never properly tempered. The climate is always charged with a multitude of vices. The winds are everlastingly perverse, either too high or too low, blowing dust in everybody's face, or not fanning them as they should. The earth is ever out of humor, too dry or too wet, too muddy or dusty. And the people are just about like it. Something is wrong all the time, and the wrong is always just about them. Their home is the worst of anybody's; their street and their neighborhood is the most unpleasant to be found; nobody else has so bad servants and so many annoyances as they. Their lot is harder than falls to common mortals; they have to work harder and always did; have less and always expect to. They have seen more trouble than other folks know any thing about. They are never so well as their neighbors, and they always charge all their unhappiness upon those nearest connected with them, never dreaming that they are themselves the authors of it all. Such people are to be pitied. Of all the people in the world they deserve most our compassion. They are good people in many respects, very benevolent, very conscientious, very pious, but, withal, very annoying to themselves and others. As a general rule, their goodness makes them more difficult to cure of their evil. They can not be led to see that they are at fault. Knowing their virtues they can not see their faults.
They do not perhaps over-estimate their virtues, but fail to see what they lack, and what they lack they charge upon others, often upon those who love them best. They see others' actions through the shadow of their own fretful and gloomy spirits. Hence it is that they see their own faults as existing in those about them, as a defect in the eye produces the appearance of a corresponding defect in every object toward which it is turned. This defect in character is more generally the result of vicious or improper habits of mind, than any constitutional idiosyncrasy. It is the result of the indulgence of gloomy thoughts, morbid fancies, inordinate ambition, habitual melancholy, a complaining, fault-finding disposition. It is generally early acquired, not in childhood, but in youth. Childhood is too buoyant, fresh, and free for such indulgences. Early youth—when its passions are developing, when the so... ]]> ~virenity http://virenity.deviantart.com/journal/22711841/ http://virenity.deviantart.com/journal/22711841/ Wed, 21 Jan 2009 11:32:47 PST Apparently heart disease is common in dogs. Valvular failure is more common in small dogs and it is similar to dilated cardiomyopathy in large dogs. As the failing heart enlarges, the left side looses its ability to contract forcefully to pump blood through the body’s blood vessels. When this occurs, blood begins to pool in the right side of the heart, which supplies blood to the lungs for oxygenation and receives spent blood from the thorax and abdomen. The dog’s heart works hard to compensate for these changes but eventually your pet can no longer perform the activities it once did. This stage of the disease is called congestive heart failure. Dexter's heart is certainly beating harder and faster than the heart of Misty, and Misty is a half dead sack of old bones. He's currently prescribed Enalapril Maleate (an ACE inhibitor), which works by relaxing blood vessels, causing them to widen. I suppose this strengthens the heart? I don't know, but the vet says so. Doesn't sound like it does to me, but my knowledge is quite limited here. I know that Digitalis (pretty much Digitoxin, Digoxin, Cardoxin, Lanoxin) strengthens the heart by increasing the concentration of calcium in heart muscle cells. It inhibits sodium-potassium ATPase, which results in an increased intracellular concentration of sodium, which in turn increases intracellular calcium by passively decreasing the action of the sodium-calcium exchanger in the sarcolemma. The increased intracellular calcium gives a positive inotropic effect. It also has a vagal effect on the parasympathetic nervous system, and as such is used in reentrant cardiac arrhythmias and to slow the ventricular rate during atrial fibrillation. Digoxin and the other digitalis glycosides have direct effects on cardiac muscle and affect the electrical conduction in the heart. Digoxin increases cardiac output by increasing myocardial contractility. It also decreases sympathetic tone and as a result causes increased diuresis and a reduction of edema. The overall result is a reduction in heart size, heart rate, blood volume, and pulmonary and venous pressures. Toxicity has a somewhat high rate of occurrence, though. It requires careful monitoring. There's a significant variation in absorption between patients, and approximately 25% of dogs have an incidence of toxicity.
While all this might or might not be super, I still don't know why the cold weather affects him as it does. Maybe it does something to the fluid in his lungs, causing some kind of chain reaction. It is bothersome. The cold weather certainly does something, but it may not be the cold weather. I haven't left him out in the freezing temperatures for prolonged periods of time (and I'm not about to), but he seems to only have these problems when his body begins to warm back up. Although the couple minute delay I witnessed today kind of threw off that theory. He also had a different, faster cough today. Hmm. I do know one thing: his death will probably happen suddenly and unexpectedly.

]]> ~virenity http://virenity.deviantart.com/journal/22242693/ http://virenity.deviantart.com/journal/22242693/ Sun, 28 Dec 2008 12:40:11 PST WATCH IT REGARDLESS

]]> ~virenity http://virenity.deviantart.com/journal/21178937/ http://virenity.deviantart.com/journal/21178937/ Sun, 26 Oct 2008 21:34:13 PDT Meixly. What a classy young lass. I'm supposed to post eight facts about myself, or something of that nature. These aren't gonna be short and dinky, either.

1) I'm always experiencing more than one impasse. They are brought on by myself, of course, but life wouldn't be as interesting/frustrating if there weren't deadlocks to overcome. Example: I don't know how fluent I wish to be in japanese. If I had time to work on the reading and writing of it at the moment, I would. (Ask me about this awesome japanese-language-learning game I have. I'm serious. *serious face*) Speaking is no problem so far. I've desired a career in Japan for a while, but the more I age the more unsure I become of this desire. There are many questions I never answered, such as the basic ones. I like Japan because of what it produces, and I enjoy many things about the culture, but I don't particularly know if I would like to live there. I'm leaning more toward yes than no, but I tend to like clarifying things more than they need to be clarified before making a decision. Like I've said before, cost vs. benefit. I try to take everything into account, not simply the physical.

2) I'm trying to attain moral excellence, not so far as to be boring, though. The goal of myself as a writer is to achieve moral excellence because I can hardly withstand the thought of putting so much time, energy, and thought into something that may lead someones mind in an entirely undesirable direction, from a moral standpoint. I could go on a very long rant about what moral excellence is, but it would be more to the point to say The Ten Commandments and the thoughts branching off from them pave the pathway to virtue.

3) I enjoy peaceful things more than it seems I should. Peace doesn't seem to fit well with the idea of manliness. I don't much understand the general male mindset of wanting to be incredibly masculine and/or have a large quantity of muscular tissue to impress/woo the opposite sex. The size of muscles, much like the size a boner, depends on technique, in my opinion. I don't care how big they/it is if you can't do anything worthwhile with them/it. (Not to sound gay.)
But I got sidetracked. What I was getting at is that I'm a very large Studio Ghibli fan (note that it's pronounced Jiblee and not Giblee for us. Somehow I wasn't aware of this for a while). Hayao Miyazaki has greatly enhanced my appreciation of the simple yet pleasing things in life. He has effectively conveyed that a story doesn't always have to be incredibly dramatic, in the general idea of what dramatic is, to be awesome. The Final Fantasy series has also assisted in this area, as well as select other anime/manga/video game series. Watch Mushishi (Mushi-shi).

4) The only thing I want out of life is to be satisfied at the end of it. Maybe it sounds simple, and maybe it is, but everything is attached to it. I've been, for a long time now, trying to avoid situations and decisions to cause me regret. I already know there are many regrets that are forming but have yet to be fully realized given my lack of understanding on the subjects, but with experience I will discover these and maybe even have a chance to undo a select few. Depending on the perspective these regrets are viewed, they could be positive things, thus not regrets. There are some things I regret now despite them being decided based on what's best; an undesirable action taken in order to avoid an even more undesirable consequence though the decision avoided seemed desirable. The lack of a decision and action it seems is the worst kind of regret. Trying to live a regret-free life is burdensome, however. It is focusing on avoiding the bad when one should be trying to achieve the good. Optimism is not had in many of the minds that need it, and it is vastly underrated by very near everyone.
On something of a side note, I really enjoy the Saw movies. I'll explain why once I resume this, for I is stoppin' on four for now.

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]]> ~virenity http://virenity.deviantart.com/journal/20549478/ http://virenity.deviantart.com/journal/20549478/ Thu, 18 Sep 2008 08:00:12 PDT | Session Start: Wednesday, May 28, 2008 |
| Participants: |
| SPREAD YOUR LEGS, HUE-MAHN (type_s_genobreaker@hotmail.com) |
| [ Onward to mail! ] (dark_and_nightwind@hotmail.com) |
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[10:04:30 PM] SPREAD YOUR LEGS, HUE-MAHN: felicitations~
[10:05:22 PM] [ Onward to mail! ]: And salutations!
[10:07:05 PM] SPREAD YOUR LEGS, HUE-MAHN: HOW ARE YOUR MENTAL CHEMICAL
DISTRIBUTIONS?
[10:07:20 PM] [ Onward to mail! ]: THEY ARE AT OPTIMUM LEVELS. Thank y
ou for asking. :3
[10:09:07 PM] SPREAD YOUR LEGS, HUE-MAHN: it's always nice to know tha
t I can ask questions of this sort without worry of comp
rehension issues :3
[10:09:24 PM] [ Onward to mail! ]: XD Don't worry, dear. I understand
you quite well.
[10:09:31 PM] [ Onward to mail! ]: Or at least I should hope I do.
[10:10:06 PM] SPREAD YOUR LEGS, HUE-MAHN: hai hai, one of the only per
sons in existence who understands much about my ways
[10:10:37 PM] [ Onward to mail! ]: Rly? 8O
[10:11:40 PM] SPREAD YOUR LEGS, HUE-MAHN: rly srsly 8B
[10:12:18 PM] [ Onward to mail! ]: Wowz. o.o
[10:13:47 PM] SPREAD YOUR LEGS, HUE-MAHN: also, masking
[10:14:03 PM] [ Onward to mail! ]: Masking?
[10:15:23 PM] SPREAD YOUR LEGS, HUE-MAHN: putting on one of those hand
y masks to keep hidden your true self when the needs ari
se
[10:16:00 PM] [ Onward to mail! ]: I assumed. Ooh, I see what you're s
aying.
[10:16:25 PM] SPREAD YOUR LEGS, HUE-MAHN: ahhhh~ oohhhhh~ eeeeuuhhuaaa
aaaa~
[10:17:09 PM] SPREAD YOUR LEGS, HUE-MAHN: I formulated a really sweet
melody with the clicking of my tongue today
[10:17:29 PM] [ Onward to mail! ]: Oh? :3
[10:17:41 PM] SPREAD YOUR LEGS, HUE-MAHN: then I wrote it down in D mi
nor and played it on guitar and it turned out better tha
n I thought
[10:17:53 PM] [ Onward to mail! ]: You are so talented, Wayne Powell!
[10:18:13 PM] SPREAD YOUR LEGS, HUE-MAHN: WITH ONE HAND 8O
[10:18:20 PM] SPREAD YOUR LEGS, HUE-MAHN: not rly, but would be grate
[10:18:32 PM] [ Onward to mail! ]: ONE hand?!
[10:19:45 PM] SPREAD YOUR LEGS, HUE-MAHN: was eating high energy, lith
ium fused protein bar with other
[10:20:04 PM] [ Onward to mail! ]: Ooohh. Tasty.
[10:20:21 PM] [ Onward to mail! ]: I's eatin animal crackers. ^-^
[10:20:51 PM] SPREAD YOUR LEGS, HUE-MAHN: o.o *reminded of story*
[10:21:14 PM] [ Onward to mail! ]: o.o
[10:23:07 PM] SPREAD YOUR LEGS, HUE-MAHN: I found cookies at college o
ne night and I assumed they were free so I borrowed two
of them and walked out to car with 'em stuck in mouth.
during consumption I realized they tasted a lot like ani
mal crackers/graham crackers. when I got home I ate som
e graham crackers. right now I'm eating graham crackers
[10:23:58 PM] [ Onward to mail! ]: Yummeh!
[10:24:53 PM] SPREAD YOUR LEGS, HUE-MAHN: I just said something intere
sting 8o
[10:24:56 PM] SPREAD YOUR LEGS, HUE-MAHN: I think
[10:25:01 PM] [ Onward to mail! ]: =O ?
[10:25:25 PM] SPREAD YOUR LEGS, HUE-MAHN: "I'm sure you forget many a
thing you aren't aware of forgetting. So to put a posit
ive spin on this forgetfulness, simply be happy that you
are aware of having forgotten something and not focus o
n the fact that it is forgotten"
[10:26:12 PM] SPREAD YOUR LEGS, HUE-MAHN: YOU CAN SHARPEN SCISSORS BY
CUTTING ALUMINUM CANS
[10:26:37 PM] [ Onward to mail! ]: I HAVE NO CANS D:
[10:26:50 PM] SPREAD YOUR LEGS, HUE-MAHN: D:
[10:27:21 PM] [ Onward to mail! ]: OH GOD MY SCISSORS WILL BE DULL FOR
EVER
[10:28:01 PM] SPREAD YOUR LEGS, HUE-MAHN: HAVE YOU EVER TRIED TO CUT T
HICK PAPER WITH DULL SCISSORS? SWEET JESUS. THE HORROR.
[10:28:11 PM] [ Onward to mail! ]: Its awful. D: WHAT WILL I DO, SIR?!
[10:28:34 PM] SPREAD YOUR LEGS, HUE-MAHN: STEAL A CAN AND SHRED IT
[10:28:39 PM] SPREAD YOUR LEGS, HUE-MAHN: MANUALLY
[10:28:40 PM] [ Onward to mail! ]: BRILLIANT
[10:30:59 PM] [ Onward to mail! ]: I've been watching .hack all day 8D
[10:31:40 PM] SPREAD YOUR LEGS, HUE-MAHN: I finished it again three da
ys ago 8D BUT GOOD FOR YOU
[10:31:46 PM] [ Onward to mail! ]: Im trying... ]]> ~virenity http://virenity.deviantart.com/journal/20315919/ http://virenity.deviantart.com/journal/20315919/ Wed, 03 Sep 2008 21:04:43 PDT
]]> ~virenity http://virenity.deviantart.com/journal/20175892/ http://virenity.deviantart.com/journal/20175892/ Tue, 26 Aug 2008 22:11:41 PDT
I KEEP TELLING MYSELF I'LL DO SOMETHING AND THEN I DON'T HAVE THE SELF CONTROL TO DO IT, OR MAINTAIN THE DOING. IT IS HARD TO SEE PRACTICAL REASON IN NOT DOING A LOT OF THINGS ANYMORE. I MUST CONSULT MORALS MORE NOW. IF SOMETHING IS MORALLY BAD, I TRY TO BE RID OF IT. THIS ATTEMPT GENERALLY FAILS THE FIRST FEW OR MORE TIMES, BUT IT BECOMES EASIER, AS THEY SAY AND AS I HAVE FOUND OUT, TO SAY NO THE MORE ONE SAYS NO. TOO MANY FOOLS STOP SHORT. THEY DON'T SEE THE BENEFIT OF THE OUTCOME. ONCE AGAIN, COST VERSUS BENEFIT. I APPLY THIS TO AS MANY CHOICES AS I CAN FOR EVERY MINISCULE BIT OF KNOWLEDGE ABOUT THAT CHOICE AS I CAN. IT IS, TEEHEE, BENEFICIAL.

THE MORE I TRY TO "CORRECT" MY WRITING BY STUDYING OTHER STYLES THE MORE MY OWN "STYLE", WHICH I CAN HARDLY RECALL OR USE ANYMORE, FEELS MORE DISTANT FROM ME. I HAVE BEEN EXPERIENCING GREAT DIFFICULTY IN WRITING ANYTHING THAT PLEASES ME AS OF LATE. BY LATE I MEAN IN THE PERSPECTIVE OF MY LIFETIME UP TO NOW, AS IN THE LAST SEVERAL MONTHS. IT IS THE FAULT OF THE MEDIA AND THE INTERNET. BY THAT STATEMENT, I, OF COURSE, MEAN IT IS MY OWN FAULT. I RECOGNIZE THAT ALL FORMS OF MEDIA TO ENTER MY MIND ARE WITHIN THE BOUNDS OF MY OWN CHOICES. I STOPPED WATCHING THIS 'TELEVISION" THING A LONG TIME AGO AFTER REALIZING, FOR THE LOVE OF GAWD, HOW MUCH IT ACTUALLY DOES DEGRADE THOUGHT PROCESSES. I NOW TURN TOWARD LITTLE BUT MY OWN MIND FOR GENERATION AND CONVEYMENT. THE WAY THE MEDIA BUILDS UPON ITSELF IS DESTRUCTIVE. AS I'M SURE MANY WOULD THINK TO AGREE, IT NEEDS MORE ORIGINAL CONTENT. OF QUALITY. MANY UNNECESSARY THINGS IN MOST OF THE LIVES OF INDIVIDUALS THESE DAYS AREN'T VIEWED AS UNNECESSARY, AND THUS THEY FALL INTO UNNECESSARY HABITS WHICH MAY OR MAY NOT BE BAD, PER SE, SO MUCH AS NEGATIVE ON A WHOLE. IN SIMPLER TERMS WHICH ARE USUALLY ONLY TAKEN AT FACE VALUE, IT IS TIME TO GET ...STUFF DONE.

I SUPPOSE I SHOULD APOLOGIZE FOR THE CRUISE CONTROL. AND SOME BAD SENTENCE STRUCTURE. And this wasn't originally intended to be a rant, just so anyone who actually reads this knows.

]]> ~virenity http://virenity.deviantart.com/journal/20150813/ http://virenity.deviantart.com/journal/20150813/ Mon, 25 Aug 2008 15:12:14 PDT This walking-stick has been fitted at the upper end with a gilded silver cap which bears the arms of a certain noble house and a motto in Welsh. Four inches below the cap a hole has been bored through the stick--one would say, at first, to receive the cord to which some gentleman of the grand old days attached the silken tassel that adorned his cane. I scarcely think, however, that this particular stick ever tapped its way along Birdcage Walk or through the gardens of Versailles, partly because there are no signs of wear on its point and partly because it weighs something like three pounds. More probably, the cord that went through this hole was used not to carry a tassel but to hang the stick against the wall in some great house of three or four centuries ago.
And yet I do not doubt that some of the former owners of this wand carried it about with them, but when they did so they carried it neither for comfort nor display; rather, it was their companion on dark nights and in perilous places, and they held it near their hearts, handling it tenderly, as they would a treasure. For indeed it was exactly that. It preserved a man from the arrow that flieth by day and the pestilence that walketh in darkness, from the craft of the poisoner, from epilepsy, and from several less dignified ills of the flesh not to be named in so distinguished a connection. In short, it was an amulet, a talisman, a weapon, and a medicine-chest all in one. Small wonder that such a wand as this, in the days when such things were appreciated, sold for twenty times its weight in gold, and that one alone, as Thomas Dekker said, was "worth a city". Small wonder that perfect sticks like this were to be seen only in the treasure-chambers of popes and emperors and kings, or, when some opulent church like St. Mark's of Venice did manage to acquire one, that it should be shown to the public only on gala days and beneath a pall of purple velvet. The stick before me, although of ivory, was not cut from an elephant's tusk or even from the tusk of a mammoth or mastodon. It grew as it is, and according to the most learned opinion of many generations it grew single on the brow of a beast so glorious, so virtuous, so beautiful, that heaven vouchsafed the earth, as in the case of the phoenix, only one specimen at a time. For this is the horn of the unicorn.

]]> ~virenity http://virenity.deviantart.com/journal/20127115/ http://virenity.deviantart.com/journal/20127115/ Sun, 24 Aug 2008 09:18:00 PDT
It is time to begin another Revolution, UHGAYN!

]]> ~virenity http://virenity.deviantart.com/journal/20097472/ http://virenity.deviantart.com/journal/20097472/ Fri, 22 Aug 2008 14:28:46 PDT
I did this and it was awesome. 8DDD I feel like I've seen this video before, and you may have seen it also, but who knows. You should try it. Go here if need be.

And so the bottle of nightmares was opened, and then broken, cause the nightmares weren't coming out fast enough and the breaker of the bottle realized this was a worse idea than originally conjured. So he trapped all the nightmares in his own head and pieced the bottle back together and used too little duct tape but then threw it out the window out of fear. What have we learned, children? Nightmares will kill you, but only if you trap them in a bottle and allow them to manifest.
But then a shard of nightmarish glass bounced onto a nearby bench and a wrinkly old witch sat on it and it became lodged in her right cheek and to this day her right cheek won't get along with her left and they are always fighting and the poor evil old witch can't properly defecate anymore. She has to use her magic to remove waste, and that uses a lot of her magic seeing as she's a very large witch, and seeing as there are nasty magic fragments remaining in her intestines she will surely die within the next few months. What have we learned, children? Relaxing in strange places on strange objects with strange things entering your body is surely unwise.

]]> ~virenity http://virenity.deviantart.com/journal/19044723/ http://virenity.deviantart.com/journal/19044723/ Wed, 25 Jun 2008 18:48:27 PDT
These are complicated times.

We have become solitary and distrustful. Of our brothers, of our kings, and of our gods. We seek comfort in what are merely rumors of truth, logical yarns of others who say they have seen such things for themselves. But when our gods had failed us, these men remained; and our kings trusted them. And when our kings failed us, they remained still; giving us the means to bandage our wounds, navigate the world and most prolifically now, the means to entertain us.

But these men of wisdom, while wise and fraught with reason, have befallen the same corruption of our gods and our kings. We, willing and unknowingly, abide by the confused banter of science led astray. It is now more profitable to treat than it is to cure, it is now more cost effective to deny than to change. Our health, our environment and our progress; suffers at the last bastions of trust we hold in the infinite wisdom of science, which has since been bought into by wicked people indeed.

So you see, my brothers and my sisters, when I might try to speak of new frontiers and reason behind the creeping madness we now face; I am rebuked carelessly by those still entrusted to a medium of reason which has been bargained into misinformation and blindness. I can offer you no proof of my tales beyond the shared experiences of hundreds of others; for these things of which I speak improve no profit margin.

It is the corruption of man that leaves us desperate for answers and finding none, taking up our would-be weapons and our hopeful torches to shed light upon the shadows of this new age; the mysteries of the half-seen men and the presence that lingers beyond flesh. Privateers of truth, we step deeper into uncharted waters that our society has chosen to avoid.

But there is something more at play. As we cross into these new lands, we are not met with the serenity sprawling fields of open frontier. As those on this forum of the curious have encountered, and others as well, there are manners of creature and natives which we have unsettled in our cravings for answers.

There are things I would like to tell you, but cannot.

For the innumerous that have had close encounters with a mystery, our orchestrated society has deemed such subject matter inappropriate. Without the consent of science, the unknown has been decommissioned as a frontier for exploration and instead regulated to the land of fiction and religion. You cannot hope to count the number of men, women and children who have seen things that are impossible to explain in their knowledge of the world; for most of them have already dismissed the incidents as figments of their imagination or signs from their deity of choice.

But there are those of you who browse these boards seeking confirmation. There are, in fact, many who have seen such things and cannot wish them away. The events now unfold with such frequency and such ferocity, that slowly; man is less quick to deny things beyond the limits of our typical understanding. And as the majority basks in the forgetful bliss of our bickering scientists, dramatized news and billion dollar industries of distraction; those yearning for answers can only hope to find those like themselves.

It is a shame that many of those who are briefly touched by truth fall into the expected treatment of psychological medications, for these doctors are funded by pharmacies as much as they are trying to cure disease they do not understand. Like leeches to treat a fever, your relief comes only from treating the symptoms; this light headedness is not a cure so much as it is blood loss. Worse are the truth touched who seek to fill in the blanks themselves, and they do so feverishly; acting as if the inconsistencies of religion and society will be solved if they simply drop in the role of reptiles or a second coming of a missing messiah. Many have fallen prey to these devious misinterpretations, and so too does Anonymous fight one form of these misguided brethren looking for deeper meaning in fabricated systems of the truth beyond your eyes.

In reality, the closer one comes to the truth; the more dangerous the dance becomes. Alchemists of old knew this, and many have gone mad or simply vanished after having found the truth behind the sky. In these times, we are privileged; for those with knowledge once sacred are no longer hunted down like dogs. But we are still haunted. Haunted by the knowledge itself, as well as those forces which would ensure the deepest secrets remain such.

The first person whom I ever met who seemed to be aware of these things was a kind soul. She taught me simple things, the whispering of rituals and methods handed down from wizards to psychics and all manner of madmen's label from times before Christ. Simple things that would open my eyes, in time; but not bef... ]]> ~virenity http://virenity.deviantart.com/journal/18901345/ http://virenity.deviantart.com/journal/18901345/ Tue, 17 Jun 2008 21:19:20 PDT
Taking two candies between my thumb and forefinger, I apply pressure, squeezing them together until one of them breaks and splinters. That is the "loser," and I eat the inferior one immediately. The winner gets to go another round.

I have found that, in general, the brown and red M&Ms are tougher, and the newer blue ones are genetically inferior. I have hypothesized that the blue M&Ms as a race cannot survive long in the intense theater of competition that is the modern candy and snack-food world.

Occasionally I will get a mutation, a candy that is misshapen, or pointier, or flatter than the rest. Almost invariably this proves to be a weakness, but on very rare occasions it gives the candy extra strength. In this way, the species continues to adapt to its environment.

When I reach the end of the pack, I am left with one M&M, the strongest of the herd. Since it would make no sense to eat this one as well, I pack it neatly in an envelope and send it to M&M Mars, A Division of Mars, Inc., Hackettstown, NJ 17840-1503 U.S.A., along with a 3x5 card reading, "Please use this M&M for breeding purposes."

This week they wrote back to thank me, and sent me a coupon for a free 1/2 pound bag of plain M&Ms. I consider this "grant money." I have set aside the weekend for a grand tournament. From a field of hundreds, we will discover the True Champion.

There can be only one.

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I must warn that your science is possibly increasing the rate of candy evolution. If you can't comprehend the possible outcome of this path, then imagine this: you have finally weeded out all the weak snacks, it will not be long before one of them conquers it's natural enemy: the molar.

To this end, I propose that it is imperative you either desist this line of experimentation, or restrict your sample to a smaller base and discontinue releasing the superior candies back into the wild.

Have you perhaps considered studying them from a sociological perspective? This work has branches far more important than Jane Elliot's "Blue Eyes Brown Eyes." It would be interesting to find out whether snack foods have a more cohesive social structure when amongst those of a similar color, or whether there is a great deal of racial tension about in your average packet... especially when the "I'm the special blue one" promotions are in effect.

As for the mutants you have been discovering, have you tried pitting them against one another? Or keeping them aside and when you have several putting them together, see if they form a syndicate of mutant snacks, considering themselves the next spontaneous step in candy evolution and thus their "normal" counterparts inferior? X-mm's.

Be sure to keep us informed of the research, and let us know if you need some hypotheses explored, such as what part of the country have stronger snacks. We could eventually have a State of Origin of The Candy Species.

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]]> ~virenity http://virenity.deviantart.com/journal/18695310/ http://virenity.deviantart.com/journal/18695310/ Sat, 07 Jun 2008 08:11:30 PDT
My next quarter of college starts in three days and I's tryin' to become employed. Having troubles with the employment part. It's slightly disheartening. But I did just get all A's in my previous college quarter. Hrmmm. ._. Somehow it doesn't make me feel accomplished.

LITERATURE IS WHERE IT'S AT. ;3;


~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~


NECESSARY UPDATE IS NECESSARY.


So lately we've been doing a lot of landscaping around our house. Today we were pulling up some trees in our yard. One particular tree, which has been in our yard since forever and is incredibly huge, was being cut down. The branches were already cut off of it, so there was just the 20-ish foot main section to knock over. Cut the bottom with a chainsaw to weaken it to be pushed over, we did. Blah blah blah. Time passes. Now we push it over. It made sweet cracking noises. :3 Then it hits the ground and- WHAT WAS THAT? A CAT? I THINK A CAT JUST RAN OUT OF IT. Yes, a cat just ran out of it. Making much haste, it was. If Hastega were irl, it would be like that. Then we're all like WHAT THE- THAT CAT RECENTLY HAD HER BABIES. OH SHI- Then we're checking it for kittens... and we find kittens. They were in the top of it. Ohhhhhhh myyyyyy. It was a wave-of-sadness moment. I'm so glad they were still alive, though. Mostly. There were three kittens up there and two of them survived. They're alive so far anyway. The mother cat seems to be overprotective seeing as she hid them in the TOP OF A HUGE TREE. She climbed up the pretty-much-rotten center to get there. Crazy cat. Kittens ftw. Kittens kittens kittens kittens kittens kittens kittens kittens kittens kittens kittens kittens kittens kittens kittens kittens kittens kittens kittens kittens <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3.

Being as male as I am, I'm not sure if it should be strange for me to like kittens as much as I do. Well, in my opinion, EVERYONE SHOULD LIKE KITTE- NAY. LOVE KITTENS.

Unless you're deathly allergic. Simply allergic is no excuse.

]]> ~virenity http://virenity.deviantart.com/journal/18582677/ http://virenity.deviantart.com/journal/18582677/ Fri, 30 May 2008 19:21:48 PDT Let's conduct an experiment. I will write the next thought that comes to mind in as many ways as I can think of.
Doll-joints are the new intercourse. etc etc
The new intercourse is doll-joints. Are? Hm.
The joints of a doll shall now be a useful pleasure device.
O rly? Ya rly. BBP'd. Flying vehicles will be up there at some point.
Appendage-adjoining areas of lifeless representations of a species' perfection, either creatively deformed or realistic, in their own eyes, will be improperly made use of to satiate the abundant lustfulness of the species they were thus created from and in the form of, as said, in a creative deformation or realistically.
I need to write a story. Something about a girl. A girl in a forest that can grow trees with her thoughts and can survive by melding her body with them. Meh. Mediocre idea.
WITH a gigantic awesome muffin. Nowait. Chocolate chip muffin. A chocolate chip muffin lady. Lawd, delicious. Oh man, the muffin race. I mean muffin creatures that pop out of pans happily and are kind of like puyo's. They hop everywhere. Baked in an awesome magick-infused oven. Oh lord, I drool. Freakin' salivafall. And leaves. O lawd, leaves! No nvm. Ah, wait. Leaves that float up. Swivel, swivel, whoosh! \^v^/
Conspirically speaking, this ranks up there. Not to mention it's still friggin' coooold in herr. I shall remove my outer wear. No wai. Far too so.
My back is itchy.
What if keychains could talk to you? Could be your best friends. If you travel a lot, it's even better. If it can maintain intelligent conversation, so long other relationships. Marriage unnecessary.
Nuclei might pose through moral placement under microanalytical defense migratory disposition through the underbelly of a hellbender inside the small intestine of a black bear staring at the sky as I am in the local pub, ingesting my most hated meal, pondering the dawn. Inconsequentially denying conversation based on nebulous capacities among god-like entities, a stringent property of fallability encompassing glacially-disguised glaciers crushing wildlife crushing inventive psychoanalytical truthfulness. That is the answer.
Captain K.: "Say, what if I launch myself from this altitude? I could learn to fly. It would come naturally to someone of my awesome. O carousel, burning carousel, engender the very thing I require for fireflight." FOTNS.
Ms. E.: "Stacking your deck is something like stacking pancakes, except when there are too many pancakes they don't negate their existences."
Captain K.: "The focal point of my undertaking is to- GOD. WHAT. WITH THAT? Hysteria in the skies! We will never make it past Saturn now!"
Ms. E: "I'm afraid your medication depots have been exhausted. Such is the world."

Gigantic, demonic aura enters area. Full alert/shields up! Men, the kittens are breaking through! Move, move, move! The waves! The waves of gore flying at me! Wet flesh slapping everywhere!
And it's killin' em. It's killin' em. *eh-re eh-re*
*bata- tataTATA- shrrrrkAH*
Thus, honor is meaning, not feeling. However, it can convert to feeling or cause feeling. That is to say, the Bushido code is a good example. Honor is the meaning behind accepting the presence of a higher symbol of authority than yourself and maintaining a certain standing with the higher authority. These are related in some way. I know there are more than two instances.

It was eleven at night, and there I was with my head under the pillow. Much easier to cancel out the noise this way, it is. Yes, the cursed noise. It had been there for atleast two weeks now. Sounded like a tiny machine with tiny, rapid gears which were cutting styrofoam. There would be a soft, high-pitched whirring and a slow slash every few minutes. I was really frightened the first night I heard it. It was strange cause, a couple days before I know I first heard it, I would think I heard something, but then hear nothing when listening for it. I was never sure if anything was actually there until the first night the noise noticeably didn't cease. That was a horrible night. Laying wide awake and shaking under my thin, perspiration-heavy blanket was all I bothered to do. The thought of traversing to my parents' room crossed my mind, but I knew better. My father would simply tell me how I was the only person who could overcome my fears. Perhaps it wasn't a good time to be escaping the situation, but I was too unnerved to do anything. Staying with my head under the pillow seemed like the only way to pass the nights safely. I'm glad the sound only seemed to be a sound.
On the ninteenth night I thought the sound seemed a bit louder. I could... ]]> ~virenity http://virenity.deviantart.com/journal/18516192/ http://virenity.deviantart.com/journal/18516192/ Mon, 26 May 2008 18:28:23 PDT regarded by the agent in the light of something good. If evil be done,
it is done as leading to good, or as bound up with good, or as itself
being good for the doer under the circumstances; no man ever does evil
for sheer evil's sake. Yet evil may be the object of the will, not by
itself, nor primarily, but in a secondary way, as bound up with the
good that is willed in the first place.

2. Many things willed are neither good nor evil in themselves. There
is no motive for doing them except in so far as they lead to some good
beyond themselves, or to deliverance from some evil, which deliverance
counts as a good. A thing is willed, then, either as being good in
itself and an end by itself, or as leading to some good end. Once a
thing not good and desirable by itself has been taken up by the will
as leading to good, it may be taken up again and again without
reference to its tendency. But such a thing was not originally taken
up except in view of good to come of it. We may will one thing as
leading to another, and that to a third, and so on; thus one wills
study for learning, learning for examination purposes, examination for
a commission in the army, and the commission for glory. That end in
which the will rests, willing it for itself without reference to
anything beyond, is called the _last end_.

3. An end is either _objective_ or _subjective_. The _objective end_
is the thing wished for, as it exists distinct from the person who
wishes it. The _subjective end_ is the possession of the objective
end. That possession is a fact of the wisher's own being. Thus _money_
may be an objective end: the corresponding subjective end is _being
wealthy_.

4. Is there one subjective last end to all the human acts of a given
individual? Is there one supreme motive for all that this or that man
deliberately does? At first sight it seems that there is not. The same
individual will act now for glory, now for lucre, now for love. But
all these different ends are reducible to one, _that it may be well
with him and his_. And what is true of one man here, is true of all.
All the human acts of all men are done for the one (subjective) last
end just indicated. This end is called _happiness_.

5. Men place their happiness in most different things; some in eating
and drinking, some in the heaping up of money, some in gambling, some
in political power, some in the gratification of affection, some in
reputation of one sort or another. But each one seeks his own
speciality because he thinks that he shall be happy, that it will be
well with him, when he has attained that. All men, then, do all things
for happiness, though not all place their happiness in the same thing.

6. Just as when one goes on a journey, he need not think of his
destination at every step of his way, and yet all his steps are
directed towards his destination: so men do not think of happiness in
all they do, and yet all they do is referred to happiness. Tell a
traveller that this is the wrong way to his destination, he will avoid
it; convince a man that this act will not be well for him, will not
further his happiness, and, while he keeps that conviction principally
before his eyes, he will not do the act. But as a man who began to
travel on business, may come to make travelling itself a business, and
travel for the sake of going about; so in all cases there is a
tendency to elevate into an end that which was, to start with, only
valued as a means to an end. So the means of happiness, by being
habitually pursued, come to be a part of happiness. Habit is a second
nature, and we indulge a habit as we gratify nature. This tendency
works itself to an evil extreme in cases where men become the
slaves of habit, and do a thing because they got into the way of
doing it, though they allow that it is a sad and sorry way, and leads
them wide of true happiness. These instances show perversion of the
normal operation of the will.

]]> ~virenity http://virenity.deviantart.com/journal/18173232/ http://virenity.deviantart.com/journal/18173232/ Sun, 04 May 2008 23:01:04 PDT simultaneously. I was originally going to put more thought into it, but I quickly realized that it wouldn't be worth it. In the least. At all. But you know what doesn't vacuum oblong objects? A lot of other places. Depending on who you are, many of these places don't exist. But you see, what do n00bs do when they can't find a place to fit in, hmmmm? The answer certainly isn't pleasing to hear, but I can sum up part of it in a quote I once heard from a Mr. Patrick Star "Dumb people are always blissfully unaware of how dumb they really are." From which I deduce, as does logic, that social networks are black holes. If you can't beat them, beat harder, more indirectly, and in the long term.

]]> ~virenity http://virenity.deviantart.com/journal/18088211/ http://virenity.deviantart.com/journal/18088211/ Tue, 29 Apr 2008 15:12:45 PDT
Also, his head has been spewing excretions as of late.

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]]> ~virenity http://virenity.deviantart.com/journal/17894899/ http://virenity.deviantart.com/journal/17894899/ Fri, 18 Apr 2008 15:07:51 PDT
OH, NATURE.

OHHHHHHHHHHH.


And I have some questions for you gaiz. I really am curious to know atleast something of an answer/opinion regarding them. They came to mind yesterday. Please refrain from letting any specifics escape your answer should you decide to answer.


If your signature is retroactive and you set it to sticky and then post and then change it back to retroactive, are the signatures of the posts you posted with it being sticky also changed?

How does nature renew its resources? That is to say, for example, does a living organism use a certain amount of water that is never returned to nature?

Do most pencils have six sides just for grip?

What's the most interesting site you know of that isn't a social network?

What's the ideal bitrate for encoding an .mp4, .qt, or .mpeg?

Why does After Effects sometimes allow you to import sequences of .TIF files and other times not?

What percentage of the interwebs do you think is pr0nz?

Where does google store all the hdd's?

How do you apply opacity in 3DS Max?

What do you think water poisoning feels like?

Are you aware of the easiest way to avoid consumption of up to 75% of the sodium in instant ramen? (if it is packaged, you must still add the entire packet/all the packets)

What is the most important aspect of your mind/environment that assists you in thinking creatively?

How do you animate ripples in mist over a pond?

Psychologically speaking, is there a certain frame of mind that you would consider superior to others when drawing?

~~~

THERE WAS AN EARTHQUAKE HERE THAT WAS A FIVE ON THE RICHTER SCALE AND I MISSED IT 'CAUSE I WAS SLEEPING. I AM AWESOME AND IT MAKES ME SAD.

...teehee, 'kay, I just felt a little jigglin'.

~~~

WATCH THESE VIDYA'S.

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]]> ~virenity http://virenity.deviantart.com/journal/17388118/ http://virenity.deviantart.com/journal/17388118/ Mon, 17 Mar 2008 22:51:43 PDT chatting. Does anybody else think of chatting as a tickle of the fancy fancy? Well, onward. Tonight I learned about IK solvers, radiosity, alpha channels, .TIFF images and their transparency queries along with transparency in (not) .jpegs and in .pngs, the lossless lagarith codec, and ms. It pleases me. Also learned about rigging, bones, mentalray core rendering, and path parameters. Yum. But I don't feel like I'm learning enough. All there are are things we cover in a week that I could learn in a day. The only hard part with these programs is learnin what teh cr4p all the commands do. And dere is thousands. Avid could kill me right nao. But learnings are double nice as compared to a lot of things. Speaking of nice things, Horton Hears a Who! is a movie with phenomenal animation. No motion capture. The rigs were animated through teh traditional arts in order to give it the proper feel of teh Dr. Seuss. It's quite awesome. What made it awesome is the animation, I'm not so fond of the actual movie. So today I also chatted with god for a little bit, again. I think god is a pretty cool guy. eh blinds people who try to look at his face through the blinding light and doesn't afraid of anything. You should chat with him sometime. You know, maybe repent or something. It is, after all, made easy. I also did something way secret today, but I can't tell you because it's a huge secret which could so cause neat things to happen. Too bad. You may find out one day. No, not tomorrow. SO I WAS reading more of "A Creative Approach To Writing" today and I'm pretty sure it was written by amazing people. I'm not really sure, but I know I find it immensely informative and useful, which can translate to amazing. Therefore, they are amazing people. I'm also drinking root beer right now. I dislike real beer. I haven't had any real beer, but I knows it am taste bad. A happy organ is a healthy organ. Or it could be the other way. But I had orange cake tonight. There were also mandarin oranges involved. It was more pleasant than expected and I'm convinced mandarin oranges are more awesome now. Upon complete digestion and nutrient transmission, I sensed my neural responses dancing to the rhythm that would spell "happiness" should it be translated through morse code. But you know, ...I almost lost... ]]> ~virenity http://virenity.deviantart.com/journal/17332853/ http://virenity.deviantart.com/journal/17332853/ Sat, 15 Mar 2008 08:17:26 PDT
BECAUSE HOLY FFFFFFFFFFF.

Pardon the n00b link from before. NOW GO WATCH AGAIN. IN HD.

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]]> ~virenity http://virenity.deviantart.com/journal/17008966/ http://virenity.deviantart.com/journal/17008966/ Tue, 18 Mar 2008 16:22:03 PDT

There once was a man on the moon
Who found a spoon in the dune
Excited he was
Only because
He could tap his helmet in tune.

I once saw a man on a wire
Ascending to the top of a spire
I knew he wouldn't last
He was falling too fast
And his pants would soon catch on fire.

Amidst all the anime fandom
I sit back and watch them succumb
To mainstream choices
Hearing strange voices
Choosing their anime at random.

At the average Con
A horde of fangirls will spawn
Using a large vocab
That they always blab
Straight from a lexicon.

There exists a man with no name
Who lives on the internet with no shame.
He is a superbeing
Who knows everything
And can always shift any blame.

There was once a girl going BAWWWWW
And everyone looked on in awe.
Then she scaled a tower
At a very strange hour
Not knowing it was against the law.

There was once a girl from Cabost
Who bought a plane, ignoring the cost.
It went down in flames
Into the Thames
And nothing of value was lost.

There once was a girl named Alice
Who was filled with constant malice.
But accidentally
Coincidentally
She drank from a love-filled chalice.

There was once a brother with a sister.
Her existence was that of a blister.
So her neck snapped with a twist
At the flick of his wrist
And he would find that nobody missed her.

There was once a very black wall.
A cat jumped through and went down a hall.
He saw a large plain
With his other self slain
And realized that he was Tacgnol.

One time my eyes were burning
From gazing upon the suns churning.
Staring too long
My eyes not strong
I don't know why I'm never learning.

The Angel of Death set Tom free
In the middle of a bomb spree.
But things went awry
And he missed the sky
Turning into a zombie.

There was once a man whose actions were autonomous.
His forgiveness and zero were synonymous.
So he looked in a mirror
Felt a grin grow nearer
And realized that he was anonymous.

One time a man ate chili
On a night considered quite chilly.
He let out some gas
Stuff shot out his ass
And his undies became quite hilly.

If only you could look into the eyes
Of the one you love most and prize
In order to state
Without any debate
"Actually, I'd like that with fries."

There once was a shinigami
Who dropped his death note upon me
I picked it up and saw
Quite a fatal flaw
Regarding my name, Yagami.

There was once a dA server
Which didn't work with much fervor
So I hacked its ass
And it came to pass
That I chose to be an observer.

]]> ~virenity http://virenity.deviantart.com/journal/16974638/ http://virenity.deviantart.com/journal/16974638/ Tue, 04 Mar 2008 19:28:35 PST Do you care what I'm doing?
I normally wouldn't, but this is my airship, so why you are doing that?
You don't want nitrous oxide?
Why would I want that on an airship?
It doesn't make it as unstable as you would think and it greatly decreases travel time, wouldn't you agree?
Well, I see your point, but this is dangerous for my family and wouldn't it cause my airship to need repairs sooner than usual due to turbulence?
Ah, indeed it does cause some turbulence, but nothing that would cause more repairs. Where will you be flying anyway?
I plan to take this baby up into outer space! Haven't you ever wanted to go there?!
Dear God, no! On an airship?!
Yes, on an airship! THAT airship! Do you object?
Obviously I... do not object! But you will surely die! Can you not wait until superior technologies are released for you to equip your airship like that of a spaceship?
Nonsense! That takes all the fun away! Won't it be momentous if this actually works!?
But it won't work! This is madness! What is wrong with you?!
I can do anything I want! I! AM! HORNYYYYYY!!! *kicks off loading dock*



Despite my current mental state, I see that you want to fly my plane. Why do you want to fly my plane?
I like flying planes, what more is there you need to know?
Who are you and how do you know me?
I am a random pedestrian who spied on you while you were flying a plane using a satellite, why does it really matter?
I see. You're completely trustworthy. I shall now lend you my plane. What is your name?
Captain Sir McFliesalot. Why do you ask?
It is necessary for me to file a missing plane report. Do you worry?
I do not worry. I have spare fuel and a will to die. Do you worry?
I do not worry. This is a common situation for me. Have a nice time flying, alright?
Do not worry, this will be most splendid. In fact, would you like to join me?
That sounds delightful. It is my plane after all. I can make sure you know how to fly it. I suppose you don't need to know how to land, right?
Oh how on top of things you are, kind sir. This will be a most joyous jaunt through the sky, wouldn't you agree?
I'm so excited I can barely keep my pants on. Let's get going now. Do you need me to show you the way?
That is not necessary, the plane is right in front of us. Did you forget where you placed it?
Indeed I didn't. I was merely testing you. I see you passed, did you not? *chuckle*
I see. *chuckle* How clever of you. We may be very fine friends. Shall we get some coffee before liftoff?
Highly unnecessary, I already brought the coffee should such an occasion arise. And it seems it has. Are you not impressed?
I am dumbfounded by your ability to predict the future. It is most interesting. Can you predict what will happen once we are airborne?
I could if I so chose to but it will be much more interesting if we leave it up to the winds, don't you think? *chuckle*
Indeed you are right. *chuckle* Let's be off then, shall we?



That is a mighty fine feline you have. May I stroke it with my free hand?
Stroke away, kind sir. To stroke such a fine specimen in this day and age is but a rare chance, don't you think so?
I see what you mean. This specimen is quite distinguishable. What exactly makes this so perfect?
Ha ha, perfect, you say? Is it not? I take pride in knowing that it, in fact, is the first clone of a grizzly.
A clone of a grizzly, you say? This makes it all the more pleasurable to stroke.
Ha ha, yes, indeed. You might also like to know that this clone is exactly 3 minutes old. You came at an opportune time, I would say.
Ha ha, yes, indeed I have. I can practically watch it grow. This pleases me greatly.
Do you have any green tea on you, sir? I require a small dose of green tea for the specimen.
Green tea? Why, look here! The specimen is leaking green tea! Most impressive!
My, God! You are quite correct! This must be analyzed and recorded. I shall contact my assistant.
May I be your assistant? I am confident in my abilities to successfully succeed.
What a marvelous suggestion. I see your genius through you merely thinking of this course of action. And that form! Your stroke is the best I have seen. You will suffice.
I feel quite honored.
Yes, I suspect many people would feel this way. However, you are not many people. I sense your sense of duty rising.
Oh my! I was unaware of my transparency.
Don't let it bother you, lad. This is a good time to make a name for yourself!
I will attempt my best.
That you should. Rape is right around the corner.
Excuse me, sir?
It will not do to have you hearing things during this delicate operation. Do focus.
Yes, sir.



Captain, that is not advisable.
What is advisa... ]]> ~virenity http://virenity.deviantart.com/journal/16747627/ http://virenity.deviantart.com/journal/16747627/ Wed, 06 Feb 2008 00:08:22 PST pepper. Turning his bucket around, he heads to a nearby planet that looks to have pepper deposits. On his planet, you aren't considered space-worthy until you have the ability to spot a pepper deposit from 400,000 miles above the surface of the planet you are searching. He can find them from 652,309.03 miles. He knows this to be a fact. This planet, unfortunately, seems to have no pepper deposits. Circled this lump of rock twice, he has. He is displeased, for the last time. Right now, he decides that he must please himself. Pepper, or no pepper. Reaching down into the false bottom of his bucket, he pulls up his last resort. A can of whipped topping. To travel anywhere without this is potential suicide. It has more uses than one could even begin to recognize. Removing the cap and placing it into a slot near the back of his bucket, he is ready to mobilize. He presses a 1 cm by 1 cm button, which is normally kept hidden by a picture of his only friend, a titanium alloy pipe back home. When polished, it shines brighter than any smile he could ever hope to receive from doing a good deed. Therefore, he does no good deeds. He beats people to death with his trusty pipe. He beats them to death because this will give him a reason to polish his pipe. His pipe shines brightest the greater the atrocity committed. He loves his pipe. Ah, he almost became lost in fond memories again. Silly him. Anyway, this button ejects a second handle on his bucket. The second handle was always thought to be a myth. Nobody needs a second handle. It is far too much control. A human should not need this much control. But he needs this much control. He will not be a fool and believe something he is told just because the person telling claims it is correct. The handle ejects and he adjusts it 38 degress clockwise, the prime position for his personal preference. Using the massive power behind the second handle, he steers his bucket directly into the giant omelet. Passing through the atmosphere he turns off his gravity stabilizer, straps on his fuzzy helmet and stretchy, yet sealed, space suit, flips around behind his bucket, presses th... ]]> ~virenity http://virenity.deviantart.com/journal/16665117/ http://virenity.deviantart.com/journal/16665117/ Thu, 31 Jan 2008 19:51:25 PST
]]> ~virenity http://virenity.deviantart.com/journal/16482266/ http://virenity.deviantart.com/journal/16482266/ Sat, 19 Jan 2008 22:30:20 PST
Ancient Cosmic Afterbirth Floats Helplessly On Its Own Inertia Waiting Impatiently For The Next Bullying Gas Giant To Nudge It Towards Its Next Destination And I Sit In A Thai Restaurant Bashing In The Curry, Fretting Over The Uncertainty Of The Dawn.

I Need To Arm Myself Like A Rodent Lower On The Food Chain Readying Itself For The Next Attack From All Sides. The Voice Inside The Box Is Certain That If I Get What He Has My Armour Will be Complete, My Hole Will Be Filled, And The Bombardment Will Cease.

"This Sweater Does This, This Gadget Does Those, And This Magazine Will Address The Most Pertinent Aspects Of My...dot, dot, dot, com"
And I Believe Him! I Don't Want To, But I Do.

I Am A Little Kitten In A Big, Shit-Filled Litter Box And I Share This Facility With A Billion Other Fiercely Independent Felines Who Want Badly To Arm Themselves, Too, Against The Burdens Of Uncertainty And Keep Their Paws Clean In the Meantime, Meantime, Meantime, Meantime...

Yet The More I Dig The More I Consume, The More I Unfold, The Less Protected I Feel.

I Am The Spit On The Hair Of The Son Of An Electron Swimming Around The Nucleus Of A Cell Inside The Sperm Of A Killer Bee And My Purpose Is As Nebulous As Why We've Been Bestowed With The Capacity To Give A Shit.

]]> ~virenity http://virenity.deviantart.com/journal/16442987/ http://virenity.deviantart.com/journal/16442987/ Thu, 17 Jan 2008 08:55:52 PST
After reading through [link] I became aware of such issues. So I signed [link] AND SO WILL ANYBODY WHO READS WHAT I AM TYPING RIGHT NAO.

If you don't, I will rape you in your sleep. How is this possible, you ask? I WILL TELL YOU.

The entire raping process only lasts a mere 12 seconds, but you will feel it far longer than that. You see, upon preparing myself mentally and ninja-ing into your sleeping quarters, my man-part gathers immense amounts of neurillic energy. This energy is then released within said victim via thrusting that is so fast it surpasses the limits of physics and is rendered null, except for its package, AND IF ONE WERE TO ACTUALLY OBSERVE SAID RAPING, which they can't, they would see numerous parallactic distortions. Both of these factors mean that no concrete proof can be obtained. This process creates a pseudo-quantum singularity encompassing, without direct interaction, the desired organs. The effects of my work are now delayed several hours due to spatial instability. BUT WHEN THEY KICK IN they will become apparent, and repeated due to the occasional reverse space/time fluxing (only noticed by you, of course) probably for the rest of your life, which would be until it kills you or you become an hero.

]]> ~virenity http://virenity.deviantart.com/journal/16428696/ http://virenity.deviantart.com/journal/16428696/ Wed, 16 Jan 2008 11:03:12 PST
No comments on the awesome Legend of Alcana from the awesome Jade Cocoon for the awesome PS1?

SIGH.

In other news, yesterday I started reading the novel Eyes of Heisenberg by Frank Herbert. And it's amazing. Being the author of Dune, I expected it though. I'll finish it today. The day before yesterday I started reading Kino no Tabi. It's also great. I'll finish that tomorrow.

It's pretty awesome when you read so much you read and hear nothing but dialogue in your dreams. <3

Also, I found this on my Xanga and I found it rather amazing that I thought of something like this a couple years ago:

"Another Insanity

I've come to realize that people who can harness their insanity will go places. "Thinking outside the box" is, in a way, harnessing insanity. "Innovation" is another way of "thinking outside the box". People who fail to control their insanity get sent to places where they are helped control it. Hence, "Insane Asylums". People who go insane from their insanity die or cause death. Hence, suicide, homicide, genocide, any-other-'cide-that-isn't-a-chemical. People who fail to realize what "insanity" is will remain "normal". "Normal" people look at "insane" people and wonder.

Isn't sanity a one-trick pony anyway? All you get is one trick: rational thinking. But when you're good and crazy... ooh, ooh, ooh, the sky is the limit! "

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Once upon a time, Prince Menek, son of King Karis, set out with his vassals to hunt in the forest. But in the forest they were enveloped in a thick fog, and the Prince lost his way.

Wandering aimlessly about, he happened upon a marsh from which grew an enormous tree.

Thereupon he heard the sound of sobbing, but he knew not from where...

He found a maiden sitting all alone.

She was weeping by the marsh.

"I am Alcana. I just buried my mother here in the marsh of Uban," she said.

And then she looked up at the prince. He was overwhelmed by her beautiful eyes.

The maiden stole his heart that day. It was truely a fateful meeting.

Thereafter, the Prince made frequent trips into the forest. Undoubtedly, he was paying visits to the Maiden.

The Maiden had a strange power, she could talk to the insects and trees.

Before long, there began a terrible rumor that the Prince's heart had been stolen by a witch...

One day, the maiden spun silk from fairy cocoons and wove it into a beautiful cloth for the King.

But the brilliance of the cloth cast a shadow upon the Kingdom...

The King was so enthralled by the silk that he sent his soldiers into the forest where they ravaged for the fairy cocoon.

The fairies, still in their cocoons, were boiled alive. The King killed them so he could have their silk.

The prince pleaded with his father to stop his cruelty, but the King was no longer the man he had once been.

Prince Menek was charged with treason, and imprisoned in the King's deepest dungeon. He was never heard from again.

When the Maiden learned of the Prince's death, she cursed her fate and lamented the foolishness of Man.

She then cast herself away, into the marsh where her mother lay.

As she started to drown, a voice from nowhere, whispered to her, "I am Elrihm. I shall grant you your wish. Tell me what you want," said the voice.

The Maiden told Elrihm all that weighed upon her heart.

The Maiden said, "Greed bears destructive knowledge. Its wicked power shall be the end of the forest."

"All hope is lost. The beasts of knowledge shall never live in peace with the forest."

"The one Light of hope who I so loved has perished at the hands of the beasts... I now go to where my love Menek awaits."

Thereupon Elrihm spoke again...

"So you claim that your true love was torn asunder by the greed and hatred of the beasts of knowledge?"

"When light is swallowed up by darkness, I shall unleash ruin upon the land, returning all to nothingness from whence it came."

"I have a firm grip upon the darkness in your heart."

From that day forward, demons appeared in the forest, terrifying all they came upon.

And the Kingdom of Gehena Pale fell to ruin by the swarms of Onibubu, Locusts of Apocalypse.

The demons that haunt the forest now are the beasts spawned by the greed in Man's heart..."

]]> ~virenity http://virenity.deviantart.com/journal/16308877/ http://virenity.deviantart.com/journal/16308877/ Mon, 07 Jan 2008 22:23:27 PST Oh well. This story actually happened tonight and I will try to recall it in its unedited version. I have 5 mins 52 seconds. Why, you ask?! Cause my ramen will be done then. Here we go.

So I was driving home from college and I see all this awesome lightning and I realize "Heeeeeeyyyyy, that's... near where I live. Hmmmm." So I keep on driving. I get off the interstate. I go through the city. "Heeeeyyyyyyyyyyyyy... that's really-" FLASH! BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMCRACKLE! "OH GOD!" And it begins pouring. Not yer normal pouring. At one point, I shyt you nawt, I couldn't see the reflectors on the road due to teh water splashing from these oversized raindrops. AND FLASH! FLASHFLASH BOOOOOOOM!! "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!! WHOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!" I think I was starting to go blind. Everything I saw was white for a nice solid second after that one. So it keeps on raining. Raaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiining. Lots of rain. I think I was actually driving on a lake. A lake with buoys that reflect. Oh, and it was amazingly windy. I was nearly blown off the road. This continued until I reached mah destination. You may have realized that my story wouldn't have had a dramatic ending cause I'm obviously still alive. And it was amazing. But during my escapade I came to realize something that I've already realized before but has now been enhanced.

NATURE IS WOW.

*eats ramen*



And time passes by



YOU SEE... ...that oriental soy ramen was delicious. I don't know the exact name, but I knowz where to get it. Matters that all is.

So I was browsing 7chan while eating. More specifically, I was browsing /elit/. There are some really interesting things there. o.o Atleast 2 interesting things at any given moment.

And now I'm just going to type anything that comes to mind for the next 5 mins. It's an experiment for myself. You don't really have to read it. There may or may not be a lack of punctuation and coherence. But it's not like thoughts really have punctuation N E WAI.

*ahem*

WHEN I WAS

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I can now do 35 pull-ups, bench presses that are 1.48 times my weight liek 7 times, 95 sit-ups, 60 squat thrusts, and run and walk up and down this one hill near my house liek 20 times. Good cardio and weight training, yep yep. Oh wait, I suppose you don't know that

I DON'T EVEN LIKE WORKING OUT.

I just do it to keep my reflexes up and have better control of my muscles. Oh, and keeps teh veins in teh brain nice and full of blood for uber thinking.

I also hear it's good for your body or somethin'.

I also hear that many women like it.

I also hear that it makes you look good and allows you more energy.

ARE THERE NO DOWNSIDES?!

WRYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY YYYYYY

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]]> ~virenity http://virenity.deviantart.com/journal/16170485/ http://virenity.deviantart.com/journal/16170485/ Sun, 30 Dec 2007 17:32:42 PST
The other side of my family. Being forced to be around so much family throughout 2 days in a row is akin to THROWING YOUR BRAIN INTO A BOILING VAT OF URINE. I'm almost having trouble remembering what cerebral hemorrhaging is.

I originally had a plan to avoid said disaster, but it failed early on. I had purposefully stayed up significantly later than usual so I would be able to sleep at the relatives house and successfully ignore everyone. This failed at about the time of, ohhhhh, ARRIVAL. Upon entering said establishment my senses were bombarded with, ohhhhhhhhhh, just about EVERYTHING. Don't get meh wrong, yesterday was atleast twice as bad as today. But yesterday also removed from me EVERY FIBER OF ENDURANCE I POSSESSED. So basically, I was laying on a couch for most of the time. It was ok. But there was still too much talking and every time I almost fell asleep it either got louder or I heard my name enter some conversation, from which it then quickly exited.

Borderline homicidal? A LITTLE BIT, MAYBE.

But there was good food. Yes, some very nice food. That calmed some invisible rage.

I can't stand unproductive days.

]]> ~virenity http://virenity.deviantart.com/journal/16145691/ http://virenity.deviantart.com/journal/16145691/ Fri, 28 Dec 2007 22:24:15 PST
Pat my head or something. I currently have an evasion debuff. Easy target.

]]> ~virenity http://virenity.deviantart.com/journal/16122382/ http://virenity.deviantart.com/journal/16122382/ Thu, 27 Dec 2007 10:59:36 PST


1 . YOUR REAL NAME:

- Wayne Powell

2 . YOUR GANGSTA NAME: (first 3 letters of real name plus izzle)

- Wayizzle (...Ok, then)

3 . YOUR DETECTIVE NAME: (fav color and fav animal)

- Inverted Chartreuse Hellbender (Mwahahahaha.)

4. YOUR STAR WARS NAME: (the first 3 letters of your last name, first 2 letters of your first)

- Powwa (Sweet Jesus. You can not beat that.)
(Edit: Only Dreshanda can beat that. Bah.)

5. YOUR SUPERHERO NAME: (Your 2nd favorite color, and favorite drink}

- Black Cocaine (My superpower makes the entire world amazingly happy.)

6. YOUR IRAQI NAME: (2nd letter of your first name, 3rd letter of your last name, first two letters of your middle name, last two letters of your first name then last three letters of your last name)

- Awboneell (If written in katakana it may be mistaken it for someone elses boner <.<

7.YOUR WITNESS PROTECTION NAME: (both parents middle name)

- Sue Alan (i lol'd)

8. YOUR GOTH NAME: (black, and the name of one of your pets)

- Black Misty (Misty is actually the name of my sisters dog. Misty is also, in my opinion, 95% braindead.)

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