Diva, from Aeons Torn
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Post by Diva, from Aeons Torn on Dec 30, 2013 21:58:55 GMT -8
Dum bum ba dae dah dum.
Buh dum dum dae dah dum
(laaaaa la la).
Dum bum dae dah la fa la
(crash).
Buh dumm bumm bumm bumm
(smash)
Crash.
Bum da bum dah bum da bum dah bum da.
Bum dada bum dah bum dada bum dah bum dada.
"Laaa la la laaa laaa la!"
Clink.
"Ahhhh la la laaaa dae daa."
Bing bibby dee dee beam dee dee lee dee.
"La la la laa la la!"
Bum dumpa bum bum -bum dada fum da.
Dum bumba duh duh -bum dada dah da.
"Hee dae hoh sah, daeva."
The once verdant hills of Normandy, France -ashen in the gray world and washed out. Long ago. Though that was most likely a lie.
"This world was once a sad world.
Oh yeah, this world was once a sad world.
Piano keys straight out of the Mississippi Noir
touched motes on the air,
and these abysmal notes had little trumpet helpers,
oafs.
These trumpet helpers could not seem to be
without the ashen twangs of an ashen baseline melody.
And try as they might to keep their dying masterpiece going,
the singing lead just had to engorge on the applause
to the point peerless in kind: the end.
This world was once a sad world,
full of tiny people and tiny contentions,
leading tiny lives like bacteria doomed to endless expansion.
But not to worry, you who must keep repeating the past.
I've taken care of the problem here,
I'll screw you upon your next pass."
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The Major
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Post by The Major on Feb 23, 2014 9:14:15 GMT -8
This song I once heard in my youth, and I never understood it. Once life started piecing it together the most curious of things happened. Patterns started appearing. Instances felt like memories, sentences were finished, actions predicted, feelings abused. From these small patterns and equations insignificant, personal victories were grasped. Selfishness abounded. Slowly, I realized this wasn't so much of a song as it was a warning. And if it was a warning?
Whoever it was decided I was the one who needed it.
This, though highly improbable, scares me to the marrow.
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Post by The Major on Feb 23, 2014 9:52:37 GMT -8
On fear: I'm actually afraid of quite a lot. Pain scares. Darkness horrifies. Dying dismays. Losing disquiets. Smallness terrifies. The unknown creeps. Intimacy intimidates. On and on the list goes like a whining person trapped in a bubble. Of all things that strike fear into my heart one strikes harder: my own reflection. As impetuous as it seems, seeing my face brings into recollection every action I've undertaken, underlying like a tepid sewer beneath the smog laced city that is my mind. Yes, it could be changed, but that would be denying history. And, unfortunately, the past is all I have to define myself. Because it would be too simple to admit such fears transpire often and over and over and over and over, fighting is better. Fighting fear with fire has always been better. Fighting fear with ice not only freezes over the nerves but makes taking advantage of literally anyone that much easier. The alternative is crying on the ground, holding my shoulders, gasping for air.
That helps no one -least of all me.
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Post by The Major on Feb 26, 2014 14:01:22 GMT -8
Despite my shortcomings, I wouldn't trade it for anything -not even a measure of peace. Solipsism is its own peace. Fighting will always be better. Pushing those around me by bayonet point will always be better. Yes, they hate you more often than not. But the ones that don't? The ones that are spurred by the passionate pain that is a stabbing dagger aimed directly to the soul, and always remain a step ahead, or a measure above expectations? These are the only people that are worth any form of attention.
If a few of them are destroyed, and left in the wayside, worse than dust, forgotten by all, wasted, soulless -well, that's even better.
I'll remember them.
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Post by The Major on Apr 6, 2014 19:46:54 GMT -8
Dissertations can be left unto those who make history and want it remunerated by their children. I'll never have children, because biologically it is impossible for a woman to impregnate another woman. Tis better. Made an awful daughter, the very worst; doubt being a mother would end in anyway that wasn't special due to its brutality. But if you wanted a legacy and asked for it I'd endeavor to try any number of scientific solutions. Anything to keep you by my side; anything to keep me by your side, Sonnen Schatz.
As you read this, will you wonder why? Why did I write this and hand it to you in a leather bound poor excuse of a book? Honestly? It's only in the hope you tell me it's either fiction, or you can say it no longer matters. This record will feebly devolve in any number of directions. Some passages are actually excerpts from other diaries I've collected and have saved. Maybe you'll see them someday if you ever come aboard. Before it can make sense it might be better to begin with some back story. Skip until page six if you're bored.
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Post by The Major on Apr 6, 2014 20:16:49 GMT -8
Once upon a time? Yes, once upon a time deep within the Unknown Regions, away from the fragmented galaxy a now forgotten planet waxed powerful as it struggled to entrench and formulate into a "one-world" government. With promises of greatness and glory a facist regime gripped its tyrannical hands upon the many billions of souls who called Allgemeine home -with an overwhelming number of the mainly human population swayed by silver laced words, enflamed with a firey passion within thier hearts. The Fourth Reich then lumbered to blot out the remaining bits of rebellion amongst its gravity well -with the complete backing and fervid devotion of most of its citizens. This powerful regime, with its radical and extreme xenophobic ideals, advocated objectivism in all matters. One planet was not enough. Plans to pool its resources begun and its purpose was to incite a vicious and merciless campaign across the galaxy to "have man take his rightful place" at the head of it.
But a strange discrepancy in the Force, an outdated and archaic looking crusier called Star Morning, warped in over the iron-willed planet. Discovered and outraged at the prospect of having potential introlopers ruin thier plans, the Facist reigme sent a strike force to quickly blitz, cripple and seize the vessel before it could escape. However, although the details are sketchy, the belligerents where quickly and decisively overwhelmed. Most suffered madness, many even commited suicide, or died of heart attacks once inside the crusier. After a tense stand off communications were opened between the mystery crusier and the planet. It was then the powers that be discovered they were indeed dealing with Fallanassi, my people: a cult of master illusionists who could bend reality on a whim. The Facist regime was almost void of force adapts, and so they were obviously in the weaker position.
Lucky for Allgemeine, the mysterous cult of the Fallanassi only sought to find a new planet to call home -for their last resting place on Pydyr, a moon of Almania, a homeworld of the Pydyrian race, suffered an epidemic that destroyed the population. The leadership on Allgemeine obviously had no choice to accept them for fear of being destroyed by these newcomers in a war they could not fight. A cease-fire was agreed, and the Fallanassi were "allowed" to take up residence planet side in a locale of thier choosing, further granted isolation if they wished. Since the Fallanassi were human, it seemed adaquate to allow that much. Soon after, in an effort to gain more acceptance and a better repuation in the society -for the facists regarded the cult with stigma, seeing them as little more than degenerate witches and harlots- a gift was given, and the Fallanassi saw a chance to entrench and even intermesh their separate societies.
They casted a powerful illusion over the planet, and immersed Allgemeine in the White Current. For three decades, the facist regime enjoyed irrelevance. No one other than the homeworlders themselves knew they existed. And both groups learned to co-exist in a more benefical and friendly fashion -even though most of the regular citizens did not trust the illusionsts and adopted an overall exotic, taboo, and mysterious interpretation of the cultists. In this time they built a fearsome war machine and trained their soldiers well. Soon, the chance to unleash terror unrivalled on the galaxy drew near. None of the aliens would be prepared for the crushing blitz what was about to go forth. Just a few more preperations including sending archeological teams to gather interesting artifacts from space that might aide the war effort, and then the mission could begin. Yet there was a traitor in their midst; there was a knife coming from the side they could not foresee. This story and compendium notes the final years of my adopted Fatherland.
Will you understand why I did what I did? Will you still hold me at night regardless?
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Post by The Major on Apr 9, 2014 18:59:58 GMT -8
Exhibit 1: excerpt from Chisame Haskell's diary.
Morning. Overcast. Skipped school. Spent the night listening to the old records that soldier by the school gave me. He was nice enough, but quiet as if always thinking. He seems sad. I like hearing his thoughts about sadness, and every time I listen to the song, one song, it makes me feel like I'm listening to him talk about his deepest thoughts on Sadness. The other girls call him a creep, and a weirdo, but they aren't my friends. They just are jealous that I'm so mature that I've made friends with someone much older than any of us. I'm not stupid. I read about child predators. He isn't like that. He doesn't ask for alone time or my name or where I live or anything personal. He even said never to trust anyone. A predator never makes you think you can't trust them. Besides, I can defend myself. I'll be 15 in two more weeks and then I can get a rifle permit. I'll practice with it. Keep it hidden. It's going to be so great. Most of the seniors would rather spend their money on smokes, records, and clothes, but I'll have a gun. It will always be near by and I'll learn to clean it and how to hit everything with it. Maybe the man can show me? He carries one. All the soldiers are riflemen and riflewomen do. Anyway, here comes the song looping again. Better hide it before mom gets home. I'll be in trouble for cutting but if anything I'll just lie.
She doesn't deserve the truth anyway. If she cared she would already know.
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Post by The Major on Apr 10, 2014 12:49:20 GMT -8
Caught Hell. Got caught for cutting. Parents are hypocrites. Like they never cut growing up. I was tried. It was just once, just to not feel so wasted. Anyway, it's not like a punishment to go to school now! It still is boring as the Merkatz Garden in München, but adults insist that it's necessary. Today I asked my friend if he thinks the Garden is that important. He said he hated it. I then asked if he only felt that way cause all the rallies happen there and all the soldiers have to stand in neat lines for hours while He makes the public address.
He said he hates it because the mothers insist on pushing their kids forward to see the Führer up close. He hated how sad they were for competing for optimal seating and how the seats were a symbol of status. I didn't care about politics but pretended to pay attention anyway. I don't get it. It's always been like this. It's not like anything bad happens. Everyone looks happy anyway. It's just boring because it's the same thing, the same message, all the time.
Just like school, I guess?
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Post by The Major on Apr 11, 2014 12:31:10 GMT -8
Not so good of a day today. He wasn't there. My first instinct was to ask my classmates or teachers what had happened to the guard, but none of them care about a guard. I eventually tried to play it cool by waiting around for the Dean to make her rounds around the grounds. Slipped her a question if it was safe without a patrol throughout the evening, and she told me to stop asking nonsense. Something, something, budgets -something, something, police could handle it. I would ask if anyone knew his name but I don't want people thinking I like him. I mean, he's nice and all. Maybe if I were a lot older I'd try. What I can do?
Will he be mad that I still have his record? I don't want to keep it on him. Maybe he'll come around one of these days and ask for it. For now, I'll carry the disc with me until he does -just in case.
Besides this, nothing of note happened. Mom's still mad at me and glared. Like I care. She'll spend the weekend at some hovel of a bar and regret it Montag. But I'll have my music, and my books. She can look for comfort away from me. She'll never find it. Good luck.
Eh. That was kind of mean. If you find my hiding place for this, I don't mean it, Mom. I hope you do find something to make you smile. I know I used to try but these days I think you're right for frowning.
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Post by The Major on Apr 12, 2014 4:15:32 GMT -8
Think I'm depressed. Skipped doing any entries in here for four days. Just didn't have the care or reason to try and write. Tried switching up my playlists to anything bubbly or cheerful to break this funk. Don't have much of any that, but it worked out sure as well. It seems silly to be so moody when things are going on, like with those poor people past the lines. I forgot the political name for the area, but it was in the news the other day. They called the people there rebels and terrorists. If they were smart, they would stop trying to fight, because everyday the news says the Fatherland advances another 100 or 200 kilometers through the continent.
I mean, how does an entire continent decide to separate at once? Doesn't matter though. They won't get anywhere. Nothing good will come of this.
I just realized my soldier may be out there. They may have taken him to go fight. It makes a little lump in my throat but part of me knows he'll give it his all. Maybe everything. Well. Well. Well, the bright side here is that he won't have to be bored like he is at the gardens.
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Post by The Major on Apr 21, 2014 6:37:23 GMT -8
Funny how days blend together and rush by when you don't pay attention. Funny how we forget whatever isn't right in front of our faces. Today they told us that a bunch, and I mean a bunch, of people are being relocated. They are refugees or something. I guess they were people stuck in those areas that don't care about who is telling them to do this this or that. They just flow with the tide. Supposedly, a bunch of kids will be assigned to our school as well. It won't effect me, besides the lunchroom being more packed then it already is. Besides, you'd think these people wouldn't have enough money to afford the rates here.
Mom is always complaining that its way too expensive.
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