Kitsune is but an annoying voice lost in the sea of idiocy that we call society.
Kitsune is King o da polls!
Any similarity to actual events
are purely, entirely and totally
The following text is taken from
some dark recess of my imaginings
and should not be taken seriously.
December 31 1999:22:30
Melbourne - An apartment
A disheveled young man sits facing the window, his face lit up by the LCD screen of his laptop.
Beside him lies a book, its pages torn out.
A burning photo of a young brunette floats to the wooden floor.
December 31 1999:23:15
Old Eltham Road - A car sitting outside a house.
The young man peers through his muddy windscreen into the large bay windows, thoughts of the new year countdown forgotten.
Inside, the brunette twirls in the arms of another, while a party erupts around them.
January 01 2000:00:01
A house burns as fireworks go off.
Millions are kissing, and two such entwined lovers lay engulfed in smoke, a ruined party forgotten in the glare of the hungry flames around them.
January 01 2000:02:45
Melbourne - An apartment revisited
A stain creeps across the floor, darkening the boards.
The sound of water echoes through the empty hallway. The tub, now overflowing holds the shell of one who's existance begins to fade.
Next to an open window, a forgotten laptop hums, its screen filled with the following text.
Trying TCP connection to xxx:8879 ...
>> The remote machine has accepted the network request ... please wait.
Welcome to (main server)
The topic is: (No topic set)
Spike> ok... I'm a bit worried....
[SouthOfMorjia] People are talking, privatly, can't you hear their whispers
Spike> no... alas I cannot... whispers are banned to me
[SouthOfMorjia] Whispers whispers whispers....
Spike> I heard the voices once... they floated in my head
Spike> though now I'm but an empty soul... 1000 whispers no more
[SouthOfMorjia] Soon you will hear them, soon you won't be able to escape,
- but this is good, acceptence is good.
[SouthOfMorjia] First you are empty but then as water likes to fill a cup,
- your soul will be filled by their whispers.
[SouthOfMorjia] filled filled filled
Spike> HAH! never...
Spike> Whispers is gone... Klay is gone
Spike> and soon there will only be one...
[SouthOfMorjia] One cannot prevent time from filling in the void. Time time
- time loves whispers, takes whispers, destroys them to make more more more.
Spike> time doesn't help me...
Spike> I told you before... I can't hear the whispers anymore...
[SouthOfMorjia] Klay, you feel is gone, no more touch, flesh is gone, but
- not Klay. Absence of flesh leads to pain. No more touch touch touch, not
- with hands, not with flesh.
[SouthOfMorjia] But there are other ways.
Spike> HAH... so you say... but you see I am Klay... I was Klay... but
- Klay no more just as I am Kit no more
Spike> well Kit I am still... but soon that will change
Spike> and who said anything bout the need for me to feel the flesh....
Spike> Klay aint physical
Spike> just like Spike is not spiritual
Spike> Klay is the spirit... the soul
Spike> Spike is emotion... a mental persona
Spike> Whispers is the dark ego... the bad side...
Spike> and me... well I'm the person I was once...
Spike> but not anymore
[SouthOfMorjia] Time exists for Klay still. His soul may not be a part of
- yours, free. But still there.
Spike> no... Klay is me...
[SouthOfMorjia] they are gone nwo
Spike> just as Whispers and Spike are me too
Spike> but then again.... maybe I'm just halucinating?
Spike> and everyone is but a figment of my imagination?
Spike> or am I a figment of yours?
[SouthOfMorjia] there are no halucinations just as there are no
Spike> ahhh but imaginings are more than real
Spike> for are we not all part of some cosmic dream?
[SouthOfMorjia] That's because there are no such things as imaginings. The
- cosmos doesn't dream, it exists for each of us to feel reality.
[SouthOfMorjia] People long ago created the word imagination to force us to
- live in small boxes and not look beyond the fiber.
Spike> as for me... I'm 1000 voices... 1000 dreams... a whisper for each
- voice... each memory... a life that lasts but an hour, a day... I'm a
- dream... for if I was anything else... then I would be nothing....
[SouthOfMorjia] look look look
Spike> was I you once?? I think so... but then again... are you me?
Spike> I don't know...
[SouthOfMorjia] You know you are not nothing, you said you are 1000
Spike> no... I said I was 1000 dreams... each dream a voice
Spike> each voice a memory
[SouthOfMorjia] We are all a part of each other, you know that. You are so
- close to understanding that.
Spike> each memory but a part of nothing
Spike> for in nothing can you become one with everything
[SouthOfMorjia] very very very hard to achieve yes yes yes
Spike> but my heaven is not in nirvana...
[SouthOfMorjia] a zero dimensional concept, hard to achieve
Spike> it was once... but the perceived heavens change in every existence
Spike> hard yes... but still achievable.... and thats the point aint it?
[SouthOfMorjia] This is good good good to hard to achieve Nirvana for ones
Spike> no... I wish to attain a place in Valhalla in this life
[SouthOfMorjia] It depends on what you want. My point exactly.
[SouthOfMorjia] Valhalla has it's ups and downs.
Spike> true... but heaven would be ultimately boring if it was a static
Spike> thus heaven should be dynamic... ever changing... always allowing
- you to change accordingly... else you would be in hell... a hell without
- hope... without chance of improvement
[SouthOfMorjia] You think too much much much about existence, static is a
- consept of existence.
Spike> and that leads to entropy...
Spike> hrmmm but without existence... one is not real... one is not me...
- not anyone... is nothing
Spike> is less than nothing... for one is in oblivion
[SouthOfMorjia] But nothing is everything like you said. Oblivion is
[SouthOfMorjia] Not nothing.
Spike> no... oblivion is a state of becoming something...
Spike> nothing is a start to becoming
Spike> and if you are in oblivion then you must have existed... it is the
- end of the cycle
Spike> it leads to nothing
Spike> nothing leads to everything
Spike> so you begin anew
[SouthOfMorjia] Yes yes yes, people do this all the time all all all the
[SouthOfMorjia] Lose their existence to become something new.
Spike> unless you are stuck in stasis... which leads once more to
- entropy... but because of this you are dynamic... and thus always
- succeptable to change
Spike> so am I crazy??
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