Giving Her His Head...

'Twas a love,
Destined to be.
'Twas her love,
That was the difficulty.

He sought her so,
His heartache physical pain.
Where she was he didn't know,
Only his purpose kept him sane.

Tragic love stories abound,
Nature is a cruel mistress.
Never was there a love so profound.
Never was there a lover so against digress.

No, he searched for her.
High and low he searched for her.
And then by chance contact was made.
A silhouette beautiful,
Against the sunlight beginning to fade.

But she did not love him yet.
Try as he might, his heart so set,
She wholly refused any such union,
For without a dowry
How could there be a junction.

But then the male lover,
Spied a dragon fly by a flower.
And so crept the young brave,
And so struck he, hard and true
And in the name of his love, the dragon he slew.

With stubborn purpose he carried the carcass,
Presenting it before his maiden.
With such a suitable dowry for a lass,
How could any refuse their union.

And so they were joined,
The boy now a man.
And by now raging was the fire in his loins,
And he fell upon his bride as only a hero can.
At least, that was the plan.

But alas this tale is another tragedy,
An almost Romeo and Juliet story,
For Romeo the praying mantis,
Fell afoul of his maiden Juliet's kiss.

And so he passed on his gene,
But as they kissed she bit him clean,
And left him bereft, left him dead,
Left him his body,
Without his head.

What I've Done...

So yes. It happened. In the blink of an I. Eye should have known better. No wait that was wrong. 'Twas my eye that blinked and I who should have known better. No matter, minor things like these cease to have significance in the face of tragedy.

And so the bitter wind blows the clichés into my head. Filling the sails of my mind's ship as it plows through the waves of shame, despair and regret. So follow the clichés like dolphins to a fisherman's boat and so they are trapped in the net of my creative stagnation and absence of proper substance so as to be less blasé to you. The unlucky one. The reader of this journal of emotional void. And yet it is not a void, rather a deep dark pit with spikes and razor lined walls. A pit in which lie a multitude of flesh eating cockroaches and their voracious larvae intent on feeding upon the bowels of man. The hunks of manflesh. Bipedal meat.

But I digress. In my hour of darkness the distractive intrigue of a 'pit of death', by no means bottomless, serves to bring my mind away from the very topic that drives me to convert this post to emotive rambling. However I must emphasise that this post is not merely a personal one. Nor is it by any means an "emo" post however much it might seem so at the moment. Bear with me or bare with me. Actually, give me warning before you do so that I can close my eyes. Much appreciated.

It started off with a footstep. One footstep that would forever stifle the life of that poor innocent organism. The little thing merely trying to live in this harsh world of UV radiation, free Al cations and the occasional lack of sunlight. But it had persevered. Nobody knew how long it strove to live, to pass on the information so terribly important, the burden it carried. What was that information? Now nobody will know. All because of a footstep. One single footstep.

The crunch was the punchline. The culmination of all the endured hardship. Poor little thing it stood no chance. With that crunch came the end of the toil of generations, the failure of the masses of individuals that lived and died such that this creature, this thing, could pass a message to the future. A message of hope to the masses, to the collected collection of its kind. A message never to be sent. Gone in the blink of an eye. With the lowering of a foot and a slight crunchiness.

And so befell a great tragedy. However that's not the worst of it. Worse is the fact that it could have been avoided. What I wouldn't give that I might take back my actions, neither purposeful nor in hot blood, and let the messenger through to do its work. I doomed a species. I doomed a race. I doomed a provider for perhaps the simplest of food chains that grows into the most significant of food webs. I doomed it and by doing so, I have doomed us all. Such is the Butterfly Effect. Such is the fate of the world. Repent not for you will pass anyway. Cry not for it will be to no avail. Noone can save you now.

"Except perhaps Christine," you say. Nay, even Miss Daaé can do nothing.

But now as eukaryotic macrolife draws to its end, the world deserves to know the truth. You, dear reader and the rest of the visibly living world deserve to understand that it was by no group effort that your existence draws to a close. No. It was solely an individual action. An accident as it were. I can only say that I hope, for your sake, that death is all that you expect it to be. Now, mass extinction faces us all and thus marks the renaissance of the evolution of bacteria to more large organisms such as you and me are now but not much longer. Perhaps they will be more perfect. It matters not anymore to us who are about to die.

Yes, it all happened because of me. Because I acted without thought. Because I stepped off the pavement in carelessness. Because I killed that important little thing before it could be pollinated. Because I stepped on a flowering daisy.

Musings In Bed And Train

Amidst the murmuring of the common sheep, each one of the concious bipeds hears the faint humming of life. It is a tune that runs through and through leading the bipeds towards an unknown goal. What is the goal of life? It would seem at first glance that the ultimate goal of what we call animals is to reproduce and keep alive that hum, that natural song. But if we merely live to reproduce then there is really not much point in living the way we do. If life's goal is to keep life going then it is but a mere attempt to survive. What then is the point of evolution?

The bacteria say, "We survive quite well, thank you very much. We don't need you to give us more habitable habitats, though they are rather nice. However, honestly speaking, feel free to bugger off because we've been here and will be here a lot longer than you fragile bipeds and your 'higher level' of conciousness."

And so we run along scientifically, superstitiously, morally, politically and by doing this we say we are distinct for mere 'animals', mere 'beasts'. "Our life has purpose". But does it really? What is the purpose?

Ask a parent and they'd probably say, "We want to make enough money to support our children and ourselves till we die."

I wouldn't know, that's just speculation. But doesn't that come back to finding a means of keeping life going?

Maybe the goal is to: Live a fruitful life by helping others within our means etc etc etc.

Helping others is to help them to survive isn't it? Do we always come back to the point of keeping the 'circle of life' going?
Or maybe the goal is to "Unravel The Secrets Of The Universe"! But doesn't everything the unconciously, so self-concious bipeds do have to have a practical use? "Curiousity killed the cat" they say. Some would say, "Curiosity has killed us all."

Would unravelling the secrets of the universe fulfill that "oh so wonderful" dream of the naive to live forever? Again keeping life going seems to be rather important though ultimately rather pointless.

I call individual eternal life a dream of the naive because I say there is no point in eternal life. Yes it would be nice to have the time to do everything there is to do, see everything there is to see. But would you share that sip of immortality? If you don't share it wouldn't you not stare at other's deaths every day? To watch the ones you love die to be replaced by similarly mortal loves is more of a curse than a blessing. What is complete knowledge when you're all alone? A veil?

And yet there's more. To be so "blessed" with eternal life (and so independantly fulfill nature's purpose), comes coupled with eternal aging. How many centuries of knowledge can make up for creaking bones, leathery skin and assorted health problems. Sure you can't die, but you can sure as hell be in quite a bit of pain.

Thus advocates of eternal life might turn to a different phrase: Eternal Youth. Again, would you share this eternal youth? Would you rather watch those around you growing old and dying while you remain spry, youthful and 'blessed'. If you choose to share it, who would you share it with? Surely it becomes even more of a curse once you share it. First you share it with a partner, then maybe your children and theirs and their children's children, in the end you have a race of "immortals".
What's so bad about that? Isn't that good? Isn't it easier now that we don't have to worry about dying before we fulfill what we wish?

Well, once you fulfill EVERYTHING, what will you do then? After a while everything will have lost it's flavour, just as even now there are young-ish people so bored with the world around them and life in general that "been there, done that" prevails and wonder is lost to all but the children and those who are able to overcome the deadening routine of life itself.

What is the purpose of life? Why live forever?

Why question all this? Why why?

Because.

Singalong Song... With A Rhyming Pattern AABB

Bird. Sitting on my windowsill,
Waiting for the crack to fill,
Airing out my drawers,
Staring at the flowers, towers, lawn mowers.

Oops fail,
Fairytale tailed, highway rollercoaster spinny gale
force wind, spinning down the subway,
Kicking up the bloody ham.

Bits of lettuce up a tree,
Have some, it's all free,
Show the Asian mentality,
And amuse yourself and me. Tiddlee dee.

Cow and chicken, moose and duck,
Sometimes you really just want to say f-ish,
But it doesn't work not verbally,
And sadly haha hehe hoho eating a cherry.

Wonder dummy and super supper fairy,
Chocolate bunny and the ever useful dunny,
Cut the crap, get a life,
Cut it with a butter knife.

And hope the smell don't last,
It might put you on a fast,
Gasping, asphyxiation,
Playing in my imagination.

Epiglottis,
Rhymes with tortoise.
Aren't I good?
Eat me for food.

Tax that lazy pyloric sphincter,
Just try not to get a splinter..
...cell.
Did that ring a bell?

That was lame,
One step closer to fame.
Easter eggs in a video game,
Like scratches on your picture frame.

Run in circles, till you fall,
When once you were standing tall.
Screaming mushrooms and lightsaber hilt,
Counter the Leaning Tower's tilt.

All this rhyming's such a chore,
Makes me feel so much like a wh-odunit
in the making.
What with all the faking and money taking.

Haven't got randomly stuck yet,
But don't worry don't fret,
I will in the end,
But not before I display my tend...

...encies to waffle on and on,
Ice cream, truffles and a bit of corn.
Food here food there,
Wonder where my underwear...

...has gotten to,
In Super Mario Bros. 2.
Lot's of colours everywhere,
blue, green, black, red, yellow.

Hah I escaped my own trap,
And I didn't even need a map.
Now if I'd used the colour orange.
How strange...

I'm still not stuck.
Wonderful. Stupendous. Wallow in the muck.
Enough edits you're bored to death,
Just don't drink any meth... (...ylated spirits)

Which Came First...

...the chicken or the egg? It was the egg ok? You want to argue we can argue on MSN.
...the hare or the tortoise? His-story tells us the tortoise won. But only because the hare wasn't smart enough to use his bad guy resources.
First in the "The Hare should have..." series
1) ...called the Bunny Mafia
Hope it appeals to some people. Another one coming whenever I manage it. BUT FIRST!!
LALAALA doing the funny dance of love and happiness. Flower POWER!!! In your dreams. And what dreams they must be...


The Hare should have... 1 by ~1nsAn3ss-Th3-aX on deviantART

Tell Me...

How come so few people realise what Jostein Gaardner points out? The chances of each one of us arising were amazingly minute... Just think, the number of you ancestors rises exponentially every generation back you go. Now if even one of them hadn't survived to pass on their genes you wouldn't be here. Does that make you value your life more? And how about that of other peoples?
Don't fool yourself thinking you're not special. Neither should you believe that life isn't worth it. Think about the sacrifices made just so you could be standing or sitting or whatever position you're in right now. Think of how lucky you are to be alive.
Stop being depressed there's too much of that nonsense around.
Kalau apa-apa terjadi saya akan jari kamu.
HA HA lawak kamu memang berjagung.
Think.

A New Shade Of Blue...

...it's called green. All you need to do is add magenta to transparent to get it.

Anyway, the piggon (PIG+draGON not pigeon) or drapig, whatever you prefer, up in the header has a few things to say about everyday English in this everyday and age. Actually I prefer drapig. Sounds a bit less stupid. No offense to the drapigs around the place. It's not as bad as a dongon or a drakey... (donkey+dragon if you don't get it). Of course here I am insulting the dragons. I would NEVER EVER support a dragon hybrid. Don't pollute pure blood MUAHAHAHAHA

Yes yes the questions. I got carried away by the chicken soup in the dish the spoon kidnaps. Moo moo said the cow. What's that Mr. Cherry Ripe? No you don't taste good. Ugh~
Oh yes... complaints geez people these days soooooo impatient.
Well let's see.
Query number:

1) Why is it that we haven't changed the "pot" in "like the pot calling the kettle black." to "wok"? I don't remember EVER seeing a black pot. Unless the dragon decided to breath in it... A pot with an extra coat of carbon is not a valid example of black pot. So there.

2) Why are there funny words that allow you to make silly subtitles in another language (Malay)? For example, fly, airplane, match, fire, arm and others I can't think of. What examples of subtitles?? Don't you use MSN?? Here are ones SOME people have seen before:

"Sebelum ciptaan satah-udara, manusia telah lama berharap dapat lalat seperti burung..." (Extremely lame most recent one. It proves the point though) (Before the invention of the airplane, man had long hoped to fly like the birds...)

"Bodoh! Kamu bukan mancis bagi aku!" (Fool! You're no match for me!)

"Meriam sudah ditangan? Baik! Pada signalku... API!!" (The cannon's been armed? Good! On my signal... FIRE!!)

More to come... other examples will be received encouragingly...

3) Mouse, mice. Louse, lice. Grouse, grice??? Don't think so. Nor do we get rice from rouse... instead you get roused from bed. But even for lots of people, people don't get riced from bed. That would be funny.

That's about it. Ok ok... I know I've used this A LOT but I can't help it... I love it so:
>.@ ARR!! I'm a pirate!!

Use woks... not pots... even pan is fine since most non-stick pans are black...