April 17, 2011

for tokimonsta

Platonic audio soaked into her bones
lashing at her lines, contorting her figure. 

A sleeping cerebrum, severing cathodes
the Tokimonsta ignores it.

A sorry wave of static croaks,
aching at her nodes, expelling

Endless dust, inducing metamorphosis!
choking thick layers of alveolus, 

Fully awake with her eyes closed
in a Kill Bill like comatose

September 25, 2009

Dofus

Zeek says:

hey

–– Kai says:

hi zeek

just spat my tea on myself

Zeek says:

lol noob

did you hear about the Dofus update?

–– Kai says:

no not really

Zeek says:

Cra’s are gonna be fucking hax

–– Kai says:

i cant play through i internet im connected to in my student flat

anyway i can bypass this system where i cant even torrent?!?!

Zeek says:

so like

on the test server?

with the new buff and spells?

I soloed a max level Crocabulia

using only Ceremonial Rat set, and I’m only level 149

and by solo I mean

I didn’t use any alts

had no team mates

just my cra

and I kicked it’s ass

–– Kai says:

isnt it fire weakness? doesnt it have like a meat shield of HP?

Zeek says:

no

it has no weaknesses

Crocabulia is a high level dungeon suggesting that people are level 145+ to enter, and that you need eight people

because Crocabulia can do 1k damage a turn to a single target

and can teleport

and summons things that can ap/mp rape

and stat rape you and up their resistances to you

but I was one shotting all the shit it was summoning with 3ap, then plowed into it with the rest of my ap

running in circles healing myself with cawwots and summoning chaferfu’s for distraction

I was GOD

–– Kai says:

long fight??

Zeek says:

only about 30 minutes

I was doing 600 twice a turn with enough ap left over to leek pie one target

–– Kai says:

sik

sick*

i love dofus but i cant connect to it

btw i am in university unless you didnt realise, situations are bad w/ dire financial straights

Zeek says:

so?

what does that have to do with you hearing about the new Dofus update?

–– Kai says:

just that it doesnt bother me as much as it would bother me if i had the game up and running?

Zeek says:

I soloed a Crocabulia at level 149

suck my rock hard God Rod mutha fuckas!

–– Kai says:

oh my god

you sound like fogal from superbad

Zeek says:

yes?

–– Kai says:

XD

hahaha

Zeek says:

whats a fogal?
August 30, 2009

Drawings this morning w/ the fresh zing of new Pentel pens. 1 hour fashion set study on graph paper. — Freehand chizel point marker pen proved good to use.

August 6, 2009

Roll on 2055

I got a PS1 aged 7. I found that playing unhealthy amounts of Tenchu and Dynasty Warriors immortalized my passion for Japan. Anime really reinforced this, it was antisocially encouraging me to surprise attack unsuspecting students and gesticulate my latest ninjutsu. I grew out of this eventually and started reading books and writing haiku and eating noodles.

The sensitivity and compassion of Japanese etiquette applies to all aspects of the culture, for instance dresscode. This traditional Samurai Headdress and Kinagashi created centuries ago had become a victim to fashion photography. Purely iconic.

I have always admired the air of honour Japan has, its the people it has to be. On visiting I will journalise the events having many connotations to those Louis Theroux documentaries. I’l ride around on my Vespa PX until I run out of petrol. I will sit down and drink saké with the elder folk and absorb their language, exchanging folklore, trinkets and next destinations —and fuel.

On meeting famous folk such as Tite Kubo and Mr. Roboto i’l be rapidly swept under their wings, onset for a career in animation and merchandising.

Wait, Come back!

You’ve forgotten your pants

For all the FF and DOA fans!

August 5, 2009
Gone with the Blastwave
August 4, 2009
Dionysus He was the god of fertility and wine, later considered a patron of the arts. He invented wine and spread the art of tending grapes. He has a dual nature. On the one hand bringing joy and devine ecstasy. On the other brutal, unthinking, rage. Thus, reflecting both sides of wines nature. If he choses Dionysus can drive a man mad. No normal fetters can hold him or his followers. Dionysus is the son of Zeus and Semele. He is the only god to have a mortal parent. Zeus came to Semele in the night, invisable, felt only as a devine presence. Semele was pleased to be a lover of a god, even though she did not know which one. Word soon got around and Hera quickly assumed who was responsible. Hera went to Semele in disguise and convinced her she should see her lover as he really was. When Zeus next came to her she made him promise to grant her one wish. She went so far as to make him swear on the River Styx that he would grant her request. Zeus was madly in love and agreed. She then asked him to show her his true form. Zeus, was unhappy, and knew what would happen but, having sworn he had no choice. He appeared in his true form and Semele was instantly burnt to a crisp by the sight of his glory. Zeus did manage to rescue Dionysus and stiched him into his thigh to hold him until he was ready to be born. His birth from Zeus alone conferred immortality upon him. Dionysus problems with Hera were not yet over. She was still jealous and arranged for the Titans to kill him. The Titans ripped him into to pieces. However, Rhea brought him back to life. After this Zeus arranged for his protection and turned him over the mountain nymphs to be raised. Dionysus wandered the world actively encouraging his cult. He was accompanied by the Maenads, wild women, flush with wine, shoulders draped with a fawn skin, carrying rods tipped with pine cones. While other gods had templaces the followers of Dionysus worshipped him in the woods. Here they might go into mad states where they would rip apart and eat raw any animal they came upon. Dionysus is also one of the very few that was able to bring a dead person out of the underworld. Even though he had never seen Semele he was concerned for her. Eventually he journeyed into the underworld to find her. He faced down Thanatos and brought her back to Mount Olympus. Dionysus became one of the most important gods in everyday life. He became associated with several key concepts. One was rebirth after death. Here his dismemberment by the Titans and return to life is symbolically echoed in tending vines, where the vines must be pruned back sharply, and then become dormant in winter for them to bear fruit. The other is the idea that under the influence of wine, one could feel possessed by a greater power. Unlike the other gods Dionysus was not only outside his believers but, also within them. At these times a man might be greater then himself and do works he otherwise could not. The festival for Dionysus is in the spring when the leaves begin to reapper on the vine. It became one of the most important events of the year. It’s focus became the theater. Most of the great greek plays were initially written to be performed at the feast of Dionysus. All who took part writers, actors, spectators were regarded as sacred servents of Dionysus during the festival. Greek Mythology

Dionysus

He was the god of fertility and wine, later considered a patron of the arts. He invented wine and spread the art of tending grapes. He has a dual nature. On the one hand bringing joy and devine ecstasy. On the other brutal, unthinking, rage. Thus, reflecting both sides of wines nature. If he choses Dionysus can drive a man mad. No normal fetters can hold him or his followers.

Dionysus is the son of Zeus and Semele. He is the only god to have a mortal parent. Zeus came to Semele in the night, invisable, felt only as a devine presence. Semele was pleased to be a lover of a god, even though she did not know which one. Word soon got around and Hera quickly assumed who was responsible. Hera went to Semele in disguise and convinced her she should see her lover as he really was. When Zeus next came to her she made him promise to grant her one wish. She went so far as to make him swear on the River Styx that he would grant her request. Zeus was madly in love and agreed. She then asked him to show her his true form. Zeus, was unhappy, and knew what would happen but, having sworn he had no choice. He appeared in his true form and Semele was instantly burnt to a crisp by the sight of his glory. Zeus did manage to rescue Dionysus and stiched him into his thigh to hold him until he was ready to be born. His birth from Zeus alone conferred immortality upon him.

Dionysus problems with Hera were not yet over. She was still jealous and arranged for the Titans to kill him. The Titans ripped him into to pieces. However, Rhea brought him back to life. After this Zeus arranged for his protection and turned him over the mountain nymphs to be raised.

Dionysus wandered the world actively encouraging his cult. He was accompanied by the Maenads, wild women, flush with wine, shoulders draped with a fawn skin, carrying rods tipped with pine cones. While other gods had templaces the followers of Dionysus worshipped him in the woods. Here they might go into mad states where they would rip apart and eat raw any animal they came upon.

Dionysus is also one of the very few that was able to bring a dead person out of the underworld. Even though he had never seen Semele he was concerned for her. Eventually he journeyed into the underworld to find her. He faced down Thanatos and brought her back to Mount Olympus.

Dionysus became one of the most important gods in everyday life. He became associated with several key concepts. One was rebirth after death. Here his dismemberment by the Titans and return to life is symbolically echoed in tending vines, where the vines must be pruned back sharply, and then become dormant in winter for them to bear fruit. The other is the idea that under the influence of wine, one could feel possessed by a greater power. Unlike the other gods Dionysus was not only outside his believers but, also within them. At these times a man might be greater then himself and do works he otherwise could not.

The festival for Dionysus is in the spring when the leaves begin to reapper on the vine. It became one of the most important events of the year. It’s focus became the theater. Most of the great greek plays were initially written to be performed at the feast of Dionysus. All who took part writers, actors, spectators were regarded as sacred servents of Dionysus during the festival.

Greek Mythology

—Backbone Trail

—Backbone Trail

Don’t hide your love away

He stood motionless in the hallway.  Body leaned against the wall, stern and undivided in his torment.  There was not a sound and the echoes of silence resonated through the cavern of defeat slowly chipping away at his stone skin.  But he doesn’t move.  Synaptic recourse has come to a complete stop but his brain still fires at the speed of sound.  The sound of her voice as it leaked through locked doors.  There were no words, just the audible distinction of cataclysmic collapse.  Alone he stood - across the way - she seemed a million miles away.  Unreachable, unattainable, and unforgiving.  And again, there were no words to speak and the silence that ruminated spoke volumes that would topple the greatest of mountains as they tried to stand tall before you.  Nothing lasts forever, but it wasn’t supposed to end like this.  It was never supposed to be like this.  Regret began to rear its ugly head out of the gaping cavity where his heart once lay, hidden deep within a cage of calcium and cartilage.  Protect it, he thought.  Hide him from this hate as it began to ravage his very being.  The blood boiling in his veins still could not move him. 

Utterly motionless. 

The door finally clicks open.  Slowly she emerges - eyes hidden from view.  Bloodshot from the raging catharsis of emotions that rained from them mere moments ago, she could only look down.  And he could only unfortunately do the same.  The strength he preached to his friends, to himself, was nowhere to be found.  He could only look down, ashamed of his actions, ashamed for the way he had treated her.  He brought this on himself, and there was nobody to blame but himself.  He had not been his best self, the person he took an oath to become, to serve as a testament of hope so that nobody would ever have to stand alone in their journey as they traverse through this life of seemingly endless hurdles. 

He hid his love away.  Maybe another day he thought, maybe it’ll rise again.  Like night fall, the sun always stood to rise the next day, even when our thoughts had become clouded with the impending storm.  The sun always rose.  And in this most pivotal of ventures, he had no actions left.  He hid the fire that was fueling his desire, his desire to live, to love her again, and again.  And in doing so, he had lost all that he loved within himself as well.  A sympton of this disease, of the loveless life he sought for so long, so that he would stop hurting.  So that the weight of the world would no longer break his already fractured posture. 

Run. Hide. Repeat. 

Always ready to leave, he had no stake in his permanence.  At the first sign of danger he would always slip out the back, through the door he had always kept open with one foot already turned in a direction far from home; because home is where the heart is, and his heart, was nowhere to be found.  He had long buried it so deep that the endless clawing through the earth during the countless sleepless nights could not uncover the treasure that would change the world.  Like Pandora’s Box, but instead of the terror and pestilence escaping from the doorways of Hell, a simple melody would resonate.  A song for lovers.  A tune that would tie two broken hearts, mending them to one so that they could beat perfectly in time with each other.

Don’t hide your love away. There’s no reason to, no reason to hide what keeps us alive. We have no reason to hide the heart that keeps us breathing. One breath at a time, a singular exhale of relief and the frosted condensation of the air escapes into the clear night serves as a reminder that we still have the ground we walk on, no matter how shaky and unstable the journey may become. The journey into the unknown depths of the “L” word as we no longer begin to define it — instead, let it redefine us.

—Vince