The Book of Ashes
Legend in his own mind, creator of all you see here, he walks this Earth on the path of the becoming.
On Sunday, 2, February 2003 Ashes wrote...
Perspective of feeling... 11:19AM
Darkness surrounds me [outside]. Behind me a forest sleeps. Infront a city glows, a fire never to be extinguished. Massive attack permeates the air, an ancient but most phat beat resurecting memories of old. As I sit, hunched over my plastic coated calculating machine, I cogitate. My thoughts float through the air like the faint aroma of cinamon bread. Its almost as if my feelings have a direct relationship with this universe. As I am happy so are those around me. As I am confident so do things bode well for me. As I am sad so does nothing happen. My honed ability of association would tell me that I have complete control on my surroundings. But logic, forever vigilant, sits on my shoulder and whispers persuasive counter arguements in my ear. If I were to believe such codswallop then I would not be alone nor even in the minority. Instead I would be joining one of the many factions that constitute our great race. I would become a contributor to those who wish to hold back knowledge, technology, truth and advance, all that stands dear to us. I would join the ranks of the religious, of the psychics, of the abductees and of the fanatics. There are none amoungst us more devout. Zoom out and the darkness envelops. Zoom out and the light that fills my room is now barely visible, but a few photons making up the point of light our planet has become. Zoom out and you will see nothing. Zoom out and you are all alone.
The body will shape to your will if it is strong enough. It is all part of the becoming. Yes you can be anything you want to be. It is but a struggle of wills.
Friday was a quiet one at home watching DVDs. I didn't drink and I arose refreshed on Saturday. Saturday consisted of going to the gym and then heading out to Tom's flat warming. For three dodgy looking fellows these guys have scored them selves a primo flat. The open plan kitchen/lounge/backyard was wicked. The BBQ was excellent. Unexpectedly met up with Heather, Steve Andreasends (sp?) girlfriend from Beligium. Met heaps of cool people. Went out on the town and had a good night. Didn't buy any drinks but kept getting fed drinks by Summer. Danced with everyone for a while then decided it was time to go. Tom please kick my arse for leaving when I did. Please kick it hard.
Sunday was a lazy Sunday. Slept in. Cleaned the house. Went for a walk and watched a DVD (GO). GO rocks. Very cool movie.
Tip #372 from the image consultants handbook
Practise your ""fake accent"" for use when tring to attract members of the opposite sex. If not entirely confident in this approach, use it at the pubs where the ratio of your drunkeness to theirs is low (less than a half).
Today was Martin's Birthday. HAPPY BIRTHDAY MARTIN! We went out to Jet Bar for a shot of something harsh (50% absinthe (the good shit), 50% 1800 (Tequila)). To his credit he downed it without flinching a single facial muscle. To the bar tenders amusement I screwed my face up something wicked as the volitile liquid evaporated off my throat, taking its outer layers with it, on its way down. I needed cold smooth beer to wash that one down. We discussed the finer points of life (chicks mostly) then watched Amelie. She is hot. I like her