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| Topic Started: Jul 20 2008, 06:50 PM (277 Views) | |
| Post | Jul 20 2008, 06:50 PM Post #1 |
Higher Spirit
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Comments would be appreciated. And if someone could me what ; this thing is used for, that would also be appreciated. |
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| Post | Jul 20 2008, 06:55 PM Post #2 |
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Acceleration I cannot remember my name. I cannot remember a childhood spent with my parents. I cannot remember a marriage with a wife who loved me. I can remember how died, but even that is a blur. I remember a sunny day spent with my wife. A perfect day. She had asked why I wear two watches. I had replied that a man with one watch knows the time, but a man with two is never certain. She smiled in puzzlement. But when I try to focus on that smile, another face superimposes over my memories. A broken, bleeding face, blue with lack of oxygen. Chocking. Chocking. Chocking… I cannot remember my name. My life is a blur. There is only the rave. There is only the prayer. The ravers do not care when the music changes, more interested in keeping themselves upright as they shove at one another drunkenly and call it the latest fad. Duct-taped shoes squeak on the scuff-carved floors. Fashion changes and rebels against itself. Wafers pass from table to table, wrapped in crackling plastic and blessed with the stamp of the latest chemical code. Music blares, in a tongue I do not understand. Shadows walk and dissolve into patterns that merge and separate in an endless dance that is the crowd. I remember. One breath. One heartbeat. One truth. And I forget. I feel… accelerated. The dance has lasted for eternity and day. Or is it only a day? Multicolored lights move though the crowd in a random pattern. Or is it? I cannot remember my name. My life is a blur. And if something is not remembered, what proof is there that it ever existed? There is no past or future. Only the rave. Only the prayer. One breath. One heartbeat. One truth. I feel… accelerated. Shadows move around me, moving in a pattern that belies the chaos. The music blares in a tongue I do not understand. Present time locomotion means nothing. I am mystic enthralled by cinnamon spiced narcotics in a ritual of sand dune and dervishes. I am dressed in Greek temple clothes, inhaling the gases rising from stone crevices. The music blares in a tongue I do not understand as reality synchronizes with the pulses of my adrenalin. I reach for the truth as it slips out of the reach of my consciousness. It tastes like copper. I realize that I have bitten my tongue. Is that enlightenment, I wonder? I search around for the truth. I see the rave. I see the prayer. Is the one truth open for interpretation, I wonder? I leave and never return. A few days hence, I hear that they have raided the temple, ending the prayer and killing the anchorites. There is a moral there, I suppose. Deaccelerate. |
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| Post | Jul 26 2008, 04:44 PM Post #3 |
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Meh. Cookie if you can name the setting? |
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| Nero | Jul 26 2008, 10:44 PM Post #4 |
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Sorry, can't tell the setting. But pretty good. Felt like I was right there. |
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| Post | Jul 27 2008, 10:28 AM Post #5 |
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Serial Experiments Lain. I'll love you unconditionally if you tell me you watched it too. |
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