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 Friday, 5, September 2003 Ashes wrote...
The 100 club. 9:01AM
""On a dark and stormy Wellington morning a lone figure sits atop one of the tallest buildings, facing a computer, pretending to work, but really planning, plotting and scheming. He is organising the final details of the 100 club. For tonight of all nights it shall go ahead. Possibly the greatest mass consumption of beer in the shortest time ever witnessed. Songs shall be sung about it. Tales told. And the spew buckets fulled. They are yellow, to clash with the spew. They are excellent to behold. For this man has prepared long and hard. He has also purchased teatowels, and seeks devices for making noise between shots. He brings order to chaos. And from order can be made excellence. Tonight it all goes down.""
- Fates description.
Yesterday afternoon I went under the knife. It was a brief thing, only 5 minutes in total. He injected my hand, made a few slices then stiched it up. In total I spent 15 minutes in his prescence. He will probably charge me $200 for this. Why cut your hand you ask? I had a dark mole on it which I am sure was getting bigger. Better safe than sorry aye? I got it lopped off. Now I have to wait a week or two to get the stiches out and the results of the moles composition. Was it vegemite or worse?
""The future drifts before me like a slightly out-of-focus movie. People drift past me like birds in the fog. Those with influence have lines of power extending from them and like gravity to the sun they attract others, forcing their orbits to to conform with or around their own. I see myself clearly, a bright star amoungst the nights sky, bustling with the potential of a super nova, one wonders if I can achieve the critical mass required. Shift focus and I loose concentration. My hand aches slightly. The real world calls...""
- Maud Dib, prophet of Arakis.