There is something over the years that I have grown to despise, an invisible force which with growing frequency and maliciousness interposes itself between me and my beloved mistress, Gaming. I say that Gaming is my mistre...
There are some days, when the bright edge of the sun has faded beyond the horizon, and my only luminance is the soft, bewitching glow of my monitor, where I sit, and I think, and I muse upon things that by and large can onl...
About Techno Mage One of us since 8:02 PM on 11.03.2007
I am a particularly singular individual, in that I am not so much a single individual, but a hive collective comprised entirely of malevolent bees. Bees of whose machinations I can say nothing, other than that they bespeak the horrors of the misuse of balloons and ham sandwiches.
My brain is decrepit and doddering, and prone to the running of both the mouth and fingers, so in my syphlilitic, parallax senility I apologize beforehand for anything you may chance to read here, it's likely to be an entirely useless endeavor, if not a glimpse into the eye of the proverbial storm (that storm having originated deep within my colon.)
"Atrocity is recognized as such by victim and predator alike, by all who learn about it at whatever remove. Atrocity has no excuses, no mitigating argument. Atrocity never balances or rectifies the past. Atrocity merely arms the future for more atrocity. It is self-perpetuating upon itself — a barbarous form of incest. Whoever commits atrocity also commits those future atrocities thus bred."
--- Children of Dune