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| New Story!!!! FINALLY A BLURB OF IT!!! @__@ |
| 09.05.05 (9:53 am) [edit] |
Ok, switching gears, I want to introduce a story I've been working on recently. It's developing slowly, but I'm liking where it's going. For me the story is in an odd format, for it's written like a bibliography, and for a guy who likes playing God, that's hard for me to write in the views of one, simple person. So here I go, read this little excerpt, enjoy, and tell me what you think. When I finish chapter 1, I'll post it up for tblog to enjoy.
[u]Harken, Fellows[/u] by Mike Zand and compiled by Mike Mclaren
Introductory Statement
When my brother and I were younger, our dreams were all we cared about, and our knowledge lit up the path we had to take. As we went further down the path, our lights became darkened, and our path corrupted. However we walked further, together, even as his body was torn from me...even then we walked together, his soul in my mind and in my hands. There has been no other who has shared the bond my brother and I have, and even now, looking back at the horrors of our past, a smile was always needed in his presence, for he would accept no less.
[b]Part 1: Alchemy[/b]
[i]Chapter 1: The Price of Youth[/i]
I had been born a war baby. During the peak of what was and still is known as the Western War, I was presented (a figure of speeh, naturally), to Zanaris Zand and my dear mother, Julia Zand. My brother was born two years after myself, longer after the war had ended, and he was named Jeseph Mayes Zand, but would simply be known as Joe Zand, even as official records were written and signed.
First on my list of those to be mentioned is my mother, and idol of my dreams, who had the blue eyes of an angel, and the long brown hair to match. She was the only daughter of the C.E.O. of the Rimmington Manufacturer, a multi-million dollar corporation that dominated nearly every aspect of life in HQ. In order to marry my father, she left her family with their reiches to live in a small cozy house on four acres of land, located on the outskirts of the military city of Lahroul. She had been, apparently, the nicest woman to ever walk the earth, and she was more than willing to fight for what she believed was right; however, she died when I was two, and my first memory was at her funeral, and the image of her tombstone remained a guiding force for my later life.
My father was certainly an unforgettable man, and as he raised my brother and myself all by himself, some strength he most certainly had. He was a slave to the military, but only because he was undeniably in love with science. To this day I believe that to be the only thing he ever truly loved, for he had put science in front of my mother for many years up until her death. He had entered the military at the age of nineteen, having ran away from his orthodox religious family that had consisted of twelve children. My father had met my mother a year later, and at twenty-one they were engaged, married, and my mother was pregnant with the much younger me. He left to fight in the Western War in the frontlines and came back as it ended, to stay home as a simple researcher, where he began intense research into the makeup of the human mind and soul shortly after my mother's death. But after a strange accident (1), he switched his attention to density. Even after the accident, he spent little time as fatherand more as slight "guardian". He loved my mother yet he couldn't bring himself to love my brother and I quite the same (2).
My brother was born as my mother died, and I often sincerely called him "mother's exchange." Two years younger than I, Joe Zand was often much moe mature than myself. He was intelligent, and a [i]subtle quick-thinker[/i]. He rathered that I get credit for the actions we did in our lives, and he was truly not motivated by glory, fame,power, or riches of tis world. He was my best friend since the beginning, and he remained that was for all of his life. My journey through life is just the same as his, and as I joined the military in search for helping those who need help and for research, he entered only for the good of the people.
Those three people were my biological family, but now words must be said concerning the love of both my brother, my father, and my own life, which would form all of our dreams for the rest of our lives.
Alchemy is the rapid charging, deconstruction, and rearranging of the particles of matter using a vast amount of energy. Chemistry is not, as most believe, the after-image, but in fact is the precursor. In order to perform alchemy, a transmutation circle is needed. A transmutation circle is the symbol and bridge of power needed to activate the circle, NOT the formula. Indeed, formulas can be writtern into the workings of a transmutation circle, but true alchemists see formulas instead of objects, some would say. . . . . . . . . .
Notes:
(1) Zand was put into the hospital under pretenses of "an explosive scientific accident". Strangely, half of his internal ofrangs were missing, yet he managed to stay alive. Mike Zand omitted the details for one reason or another.
(2) For the first time, there is almost a longing sense of neglect concerning his father. This seems to be a frequent theme throughout his text and is something to be noted.
Ok, that's that. Now, this is the boring introduction crap, but let me tell you, there's tons of action and plot twists planned for this, so don't let this keep you away from my story. So okay...now on to other things.
SATURDAY NIGHT'S FOOTBALL GAME WAS AWESOME! ! !
My drumline played in front of the stands and the audience at halftime, and when we finished, I could have sworn the winning touchdown was scored at State finals, because we got a standing ovation, and they were all cheering. The best feeling in the world, I'm so proud of my line.
Leave me a comment, and I'll drop by your blog sometime.
Rast
Shout out: [url=http://robynandjessica.tblog....]RobynandJessica[/url] - New blogger, Robyn's the primary blogger and she's a sweet gal, so check it out and welcome the two to the tblog world.
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| A Story by Rast and his Friend |
| 09.04.05 (6:52 am) [edit] |
For the next week or so, I shall entertain you all with a story made by my friend and myself. Every day I'll give you a portion, and leave you waiting for more! Enjoy!
"Untitled" by Mike M and Gabe A
"I'm not to sure...we Magi are normally not too attached to the idea of letting a fourteen-year-old boy onto our Counsel, Erid." A man stood, wearing a long flowing navy blue robe, an intricately carved wooden symbol that resembled a cross ensnared by vines and enravaged by flames hung around his thin, pale neck. The man's face was also pale, but had the features of a certainly very lively man, for his age, naturally. The man's bushy white mustache seemed to heavily contrast to his thin lips and his scrawny long nose. This man reached into his navy blue robe and searched for quite some time, pulling out a rolled up piece of parchment that seemed to be sealed with some sort of spell. He held out his thin, white hand, the scroll held by thin, long fingers. A second man, dressed in a more royal sort of attire, reached out his hand and took the scroll. His face looked disappointed, not normal disappointment, but the type that would resemble a general who was facing his final losing battle and could now not turn back.
"Thank you for your time, Head Magi," spoke the disappointed man, earlier identified as Erid, "I am sad to say I wished more for the boy, having trained him myself."
"Such good intent a master should have. If only the Masters were better master keepers, eh?" The man in royal blue took a seat now behind a desk, and Erid, seeing it as a good time to leave, left with scroll in hand. Erid had prayed for the last three weeks that his apprentice, the First High Prince Mike Lorano of the Lorano-Hekal Line, the next inline for the throne, would have what it takes to enter the sacred Rank of the Magi, a hallowed group that consists of the most profound Mages in the known world. The term "Magi" purely meaning a person of the descendant of the Master Magus, controller, planner, and maker of all the magical arts. The term "Master", however, is more difficult of a concept to grasp. Erid, in any case, was crushed to hear that the Magi would not accept Mike purely for his age. . .a mere fourteen.
Mike, naturally, was no normal boy. Surely this was to be expected, being known across the land as First High Prince Mike Lorano of the Lorano-Hekal land, firstmost and proudly the first in line to the throne currently held by King Hekal, who had gained the privelege of his full 200 year rule of being called the "Golden King". The land had been in a grand state of peace for a full 200 years, and the world began to consider their apparently full blood Human king as something much more - some considered him an Honorary Master. All respected him and he was hated by no one, all revolutionaries having abandoned the cause years before. Beside him in every portrait every made of him was his most beautiful of women, Queen Victoria, who he had married not but twenty years from the day in question, and whom he swore to die with no matter what his health be. She was as nice a woman as women get and it is long believed she has strengthened many a country relation with her undying charm.
Mike, their first born child, had been discovered to have unusual magical abilities at the young age of six, when much to their horror guards found the whole of the left wing of their elaborate and luxurious palace burned to ash, Mike laughing, and denying with these fervent words:
"I didn't do it, I tell ye. As innocent as innocent comes does this boy who stand before you be."
Immediately the King and Queen sought for a dependable Magi to train their obviously gifted (yet very much dangerous) son the ways of magic, known in this land as Talmon Magis. Much to their luck, a man named Erid appeared at their doorstep, apparently ready to take on the challenge of training the young prince. Instantly Erid seemed approved by the High Magi Counsel, the Head Magi taken a back during Erid's own examination, and through extensive geneology revealed that Erid was indeed one of the hundred true Magi who were left upon the world, something even the High Magi Counsel didn't have on their belts.
All in all, Mike flourished in the arts, learning at an alarming rate that shocked even Erid. He would try spells hundreds of times in the same hour (a horribly dangerous action as it threatens to stop the heart) until he had perfected a technique. By the time he was twelve, he had performed every possible magic known in the world to be castable, and when he was fourteen, he had perfected it to the point where he know longer had to say the incantation or even hold out his left hand. Poised to enter the Magi, he had taken examinations, and after magnificent results, the Counsel found debate over his age, and the negative result had been the occurence. Erid now stood in front of Mike Lorano's doorway, the scroll of parchment in his hand, his face nervous, not happy to break the news to the always happy boy. The door opened before Erid knocked, and a teenager with matted short brown hair and emerald green eyes looked at Erid, a smile breaking onto his face.
"So?" asked Mike anxiously, holding out his hand.
"Well...read this, sire...should prove to answer any questions..." Erid sighed and handed the overzealous Mike the parchment, which he unraveled with ease and began to read. A sudden flash of red seemed to flare in Mike's placid green eyes, and he instantly swore aloud and slammed the door in Erid's face. Erid heard ruffling from inside.
"Do not forget our training! You must control your anger!"
"Apparently this damn idea of youth is something those old bastards in the Magi can't comprehend! No matter, I'll just have father-"
"Now you sound certainly spoiled!" Erid heard a vase break into pieces on the opposite side of the door, obviously aimed to hit an imaginary him, "Control, Mike! Control! If you don't control your emotions, your magic may flare!"
"I have no need for you anymore, Erid! Leave! I disband myself from your apprenticeship!"
"Mike! I cannot accept your disbanding, obviously there are some issues of control I must fix!"
"SILENCE, ERID!!!" yelled Mike from the other side, a hint of slight malice in his voice. The lock slid back on the door, and the door opened. Mike was ready to go somewhere, and he pushed Erid aside, "What would a dirty common Magi know....." Mike walked off, "I have friends to see, I expect you to use your precious magic and disappear from this palace before I return....." Mike walked off, his mind in pieces, his hopes and dreams shattered. In short, he was rather angry. He had always had an anger problem, and it always ended up badly. Best thing he could think of to fix such a problem was to see one of the few friends he had assembled in his life, one that was sure to brighten the mood with foolish antics certainly worthy of the son of a knight...
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| God?? Useful?? Are you KIDDING ME?! - First Post of Issue |
| 09.02.05 (4:32 pm) [edit] |
I present to you now a retaliatory statement to a post made from a very good blogger [url=http://beepbeep.tblog.com/]BeepBeep[/url] and I hereby decree that I share no hard feelings for Beep, very nice person. Simply bloggers opinion and freedom of speech. What can I say, I like to make big deals out of things, and I encourage Beep to fight back!
The Post of Issue: [url=http://beepbeep.tblog.com/]***Is God Useful?***[/url]
Ok, once again, no hard feelings, but here I go full out. The post, first of all, gives out very good points, which I will cover, but some very large inconsistencies remain, which I refuse to let go unnoticed! I am, also, of no certain religion, nor do I have a strong belief in God, so consider this an inverse belief of Beep's, but here I go in any case.
"To know if an object IS useles or NOT we must have some information about it, we must have at least one fact. I think this is very easy to accept, if we have no information about an object, we dont know how to handle it, we can't be sure about its existence. Its not useful."
The above lines immeadietly discredit the existence of God, but hey, that's not the object of the post, right? So what if God doesn't exist because we do not have one known fact proving He exists?
"Im talking about sensitive information, this is, given by our senses or innate intuitions. An innate intuition for example is a triangle, even an illiterate person knows in his mind that its an object with three sides, even if he never sees one in his life."
Trying to redeem yourself, are we? This contradicts the statement he made above and eliminates the need for a fact! Not only that, but I believe there has been a vocabulary mix-up! Here's the definitions of both innate and institution straight from good ole m-w.com :
Innate:
1 : existing in, belonging to, or determined by factors present in an individual from birth
2 : belonging to the essential nature of something : INHERENT
3 : originating in or derived from the mind or the constitution of the intellect rather than from experience
Institution:
1 : an act of instituting : ESTABLISHMENT
2 a : a significant practice, relationship, or organization in a society or culture ; also : something or someone firmly associated with a place or thing b : an established organization or corporation
Ok. I'm sure the reader sees why I'm getting some problems. Mainly the example the author uses is a poor one. After all, I have a feeling that when I was born I did not know what a triangle is. Also, I'm pretty sure the majority of illiterate people have gone as far as dissecting the prefix "tri-" from triangle and figuring out it means three. Really. I dare say, different when you actually understand the big words, isn't it, my fellow bloggers?
And that information given to us by our senses: "sensitive institutions" she has called it. That actually has some good sense put into it. This is one of the good points I noticed that I kept up until the end. KUDOS ON THIS ONE THERE, BEEPBEEP.
Now the really good part...her big examples. These kind of just fit together so majestically, it almost makes me want to cry for her choice. It was very well worded...However...
Ok, lets see some examples.
"A pen: Known facts: We use it to draw, its a material object.
Useful? Yes"
Yes, true true.
"A circumference: Its not a material object. A blind person could imagine it in his mind. Its an innate intuition, so It does exists.
Useful? Yes"
Ok, so a person can imagine it, but what makes it useful? I mean, I know it's useful, but you just kind of force it down my throat that it's useful. Why? Just because a blind person can imagine it?
"An unicorn: It DOES NOT exist.
Useful? Yes. We know a fact about unicorns so therefor is a real CONCEPT."
Give me a fact and I'll think about it. Not only that, but how is a unicorn useful?
"God: We dont know any facts about God.
Useful? According to this theory, It is not. And according to this, It does not exist."
Well now. You went absolutely nowhere in that whole blog so far, eh?
"Its a matter of accepting that we must have at least one fact about something, in order to consider it real. We can't say god exists but we can't say It doesnt exist."
This is true! However, according to the theory you just shoved on every reader's plate, he can not exist because we have no facts and he is not useful. Talk about confusing someone.
In all actuality, I'm rather confused myself about what exactly your point is. Are you trying to prove God is useful? If so, then why do you switch complete gears halfway through the post? But upon analyzing at least the top half of the blog, I'd have to throw that theory to the dogs, for having too many flaws, and being way to specific. After all, how do we determine how something is useful to us?
Thanks for being a good sport BeepBeep. Appreciated having something to post about and can't wait for the comments.
Later,
RastMitomo
PS: I'm on the lookout for controversial posts which I can respond to. Send names my way of good posts like this. Thanks.
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| Ello Again |
| 09.02.05 (2:34 pm) [edit] |
Well hello there. Sorry I forgot to post as I mentioned, drumline and homework once again won me over. But WOW. My first post in a long time, and boy did I get some comments. Thanks to all who commented. On another note...
Tomorrow night is the Austin LBJ game, and I'm horribly excited, tons of friends from the other side are going to be there to check out my drumline, so I decided, "hey why not write a new piece of music (((cadence)))?" So I did. It's totally great, and I can't wait. The weather report says it's supposed to rain all tomorrow and well into the night, but I don't care! I'll play in the rain! My drum will make it, we had them all water proofed, biatches. So it should be a great game.
The new story I'm writing is coming along slowly, for I have less time than ever, and only write a sentence here or there. When I get done with the first chapter (hopefully sometime by mid-month), I'll post it up, and you all can enjoy.
Ok, since there was a nice blogger from Argentina that left me a comment, I'd like to give them a bit of information.
I'm from the grand state of Texas, and despite popular beliefs, I'm neither a hick or fricking rich. I'm actually just a normal guy who really doesn't want to go to college, but instead either write novels or become a cartoon writer for one of my friends, who is currently in some college for animation. Either way, I'll make some money. I'm currently in my junior year of high school (one more year until I can graduate =) ) and I have a wicked sweet drumset. I'll give you guys an updated picture of it sometime. Anymore questions? I'd be glad to answer, and don't forget to remind me to check out your blog sometime, a bit pressed for time at the moment.
Ok, a quick opinion of mine...
Blogs are DEFINETLY cool. It's the bloggers that aren't all that cool. =P
Just got you guys.
Jesus, over and out.
Rast Mitomo
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| What's going on? Rast is Here now. |
| 08.30.05 (1:37 pm) [edit] |
Hello there my fellow bloggers!
Tis Rast! Now, you might ask what I've been up to since my post in May, which was really lame...so let me get started.
May - Band Banquet where I found out I was indeed not merely a front ensemble officer, but indeed the allpowerful Drum Colonel, putting me at the head of the Drumline, much to my surprise. End of school, passed all my classes.
Beginning of June - Three day drum camp, my first taste. Hard year it was going to be. Not too bad overall, but not preparing us for what was to come.
June 9th to June 30th - Australia/New Zealand! Yes, ladies and gentlemen, I traveled to Australia and New Zealand over this summer. Totally sweet place, I must go back one day. In one post sooner or later I'll give details, or if you have questions hit me up on PM, IM, e-mail, or comments (preferrably the latter lol).
First half of July - My only two weeks break for the summer. I sat around, prepared for summer band.
Second half of July - Summer band! Whoo! I can officially say I've worked over 70 hours on band in one week. That's a lot of time. I didn't really get but one sunday break before school started.
First half of August - More summer band! Nope, no break yet.
August 15th - School starts! Welcome to your junior year in high school, Rast. Dreadfully boring, horribly hard to manage both drumline stuff and college workloads. But I'm doing it so far.
I've been writing still, and a new story I'm writing WILL be posted up by the end of this week for your reviews and reading pleasure. I've decided to use this blog for my periodic rants as normal, and as I have done in the past, I take requests on stories, poems, or just my little meaningless opinions. I'll be posting up a picture a day of something important to me, so feel free to comment away on whatever. After all, I think that anyone that clicks on my blog should have something to comment about.
PS. If you've never visited my blog, I strongly urge you to get yourself known, because I'm a frequent visitor and commentor on blogs, or I was and will be, so it will come in handy, plus I'm just wicked cool, eh Sengu?
Picture of the Day
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Later,
Rast/Mike
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| Don't Worry, Rast is Here, So Be Happy |
| 08.28.05 (4:38 pm) [edit] |
Don't worry, be happy. =) I'm back, but I don't have much time for a good post at the moment, so I'll satisfy all of your cravings tomorrow, alright?
Hit me up with some comments so I know who still looks out for me!
Love You Guys!
Rast Mitomo
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| A quiz from a friend...and stuff. |
| 04.19.05 (5:48 pm) [edit] |
Hey Hey. It's Rast. I haven't posted in a while, so here I am! I've been busy, mainly with school work and the drumline. Soon I'll be busier, because of this band thing actually starting off. We have two guitarists, a vocalist, a drummer, and a bass player. Can you say HELL YEAH? I know I can. But we'll see how it goes.
Now to my personal life...personal..er? Anywho, that girl Amanda went out with one of my better friends Johnny for a week, dumped him...and now what? I'm too much of a coward to ask her out. I'm going to this week, just gotta collect my thoughts. I mean! I'm totally hooked on this girl...I think about how she SMELLS these days. Pathetic? But still, we're getting rather close...she always sits next to me these days. And that is NOT a complaint.
I should have some pics of the drumline and some of my amigos by the end of this week or so...yeah.
OFFICER TRYOUTS. I decided to be Snare Drum Section Leader this year...which pretty much makes me in charge of the snare line...and pretty much the tempo (unofficially). Mr. S will probably make me Front Ensemble section leader too...once again unofficially...
A QUIZ MY FRIEND MADE. It's my best friend who made it...and it's so blatantly obvious who the people he's talking about are...if you know them, which none of you will...but it's funny. Take it, it's a good laugh.
You're more like...RASTALIN!
You're a very smart person, and you LOVE to have
fun, however you're pretty...random..and it
SCARES people, but hey, THATS HALF THE FUN
ANYWAYS!!
You've got a tendency to be picky at times, but all
in all, you're a loyal guy and a good person,
wierdness never hurt nobody...cept..maybe my
mommy..HANASANAI!
Who are you most like?! ((Nice pics!!))
brought to you by Quizilla
Check ya later biatches,
Rast!
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| Poem by Rast - "Diamonds" |
| 03.25.05 (7:56 pm) [edit] |
I decided it had been a while since I posted a poem, so here you guys go.
"Diamonds" by Mike Mclaren
By starlight's glaze,
My eyes ever do shimmer,
Brilliantly as perhaps the sun,
No, the moon which tends to glare
From the still waters of the lake.
But my mind only wanders,
From the cruel emotions in my heart.
My love, who has the goddess' figure,
Is too far from reach,
An apple on a branch too high, perhaps.
The sky, oh the sky,
Which may wipe itself clear on whim,
If only I had your complexion,
Only your wisdom, in the least.
Yet I do not have either,
And my strength itself wains,
Dragging me further down into the world,
Where my soul is torn ravenously apart,
By the hunger and decrepid demons,
All hired by her helping hand, perhaps?
Indeed, maybe this pain is her intent,
Maybe some cruel plot is engraved into her heart,
A thing that appears so calm, so quiet.
Mischevious is she, I shall state!
A demon wrapped in warm innocence!
Hark! Send forth the men of the cloth,
And exorcise this most evil of creatures.
How dare she betray me like this,
Such a decieving little witch!
The wind blows through my hair so suddenly,
A sign perhaps of some sort of taboo,
Some uttered, black blasphemy.
Apologies enough may not cover my sin,
Such damage upon my soul,
Will certainly keep me out of the Gates.
Yet the moon tends to glare
Upon the smooth waters of the lake,
Shimmering brilliantly in my eyes
Almost as brilliantly as the stars,
Which shine so brightly,
And indeed if they are life,
Then life is certainly a substance,
The stuff diamonds are made of.
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| Rast Posts Again! |
| 03.18.05 (6:28 pm) [edit] |
Hey people. It's Rast again, *gasp*. Well my internet's been out most of the day, and is still HORRIBLY slow. I don't get it, but hey...it's Spring Break, I'm good. Rather be online than cleaning, but hey...a guy's gotta do something sooner or later. =D. Anyhow, my day's been good! I wrote a fresh new song today (mwahaha) and am gonna see who I can get to play it up. Well look, my net just went out again. *whistles while waiting* Anywho, I think I'm gonna hit up my friend Cameron to play the guitar, and maybe my other friend Mike for bass. I'd play the drums, naturally...only problem is I know NO good singers down here. HORRIBLE. OH! Speaking of my drumming...here's my drums...that new set up pic I promised you guys yesterday. =D
Neat-o. And LOTS better to play on. I was kicking ass...because my blisters are doin tons better! I also am goin to pick up some new sticks tomorrow...I've been mismatching for like ten months (all I seem to have are thick sticks for marching season...lol). My laptop screen is messed up and all broken up now...thanks to an accident with one of my sticks flying out of my hands...yeah...so there goes some good money...ah well.
I'm already about 6,000 big ones short due to this trip I'm taking to Australia this summer. All me, baby. Got it planned out...leave June 6th. It's gonna be great. Don't worry, I'm gonna take tons of pictures if me in places. You guys won't miss out on a thing.
Anyway, I had this killer headache today, and this sudden craving for something with tobacco. Yes I know, I swore to quit the stuff. Don't worry, I didn't even dare due such a thing. Plus my mom was home. Lord knows that she'd kill me if I did something like that. Took me too long to get the trust I lost from her anyway lol.
Well...about the Amanda thing...while looking for her number I found about seven other girls' number and realized that I had given her my number and not taken her number. Maybe she'll call and need a ride somewhere, right? Doubt it. Two more days until the end of spring break, and she hasn't called me once yet, so I sincerely doubt she'll call me at this point. But one can only wish, right? It's ok. All good. I'll just ask her out on monday and/or get her number. I know Mr. S (my drum instructor) is gonna go insane when he heres I FINALLY asked her out. He's a nutcase, I swear.
On other notes, tbas24 is also a nutcase, lol. Just jokin with you, tbas. That was for that joke last night. ;) But ABC123...is seriously a nutcase. I ALMOST feel sorry for her, had she not bothered me as far as she has. Apparently she says she "loves" me. Ooook, bit too far, fan girl. So for my fan club, calm down, k? I don't love her.
Haha I just took another pic with my crappy webcam. Take this, my bitches.
I had a nightmare last night (yes, I'm still posting cuz my stupid net is STILL down), but the creepiest part is that the bad guy in it was one of characters in my story. He's got these creepy pale blue eyes...and is all albino like...he's a real psycho too...anyhow he chased me around a dark house for about three hours, talking about how he was gonna skin me. Creepy stuff.
Net is still down...been frickin 30 minutes...this is ridiculous...tomorrow I'm calling my ISP and getting this problem frickin solved...I gave them enough time for this shit...
Still down. One of the worst movies in history is on. "Legally Blonde". I hate this movie with a vengeance.
Hey. Net's up.
Leave me comments!
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| Rast Posts Again! |
| 03.18.05 (6:15 pm) [edit] |
Hey people. It's Rast again, *gasp*. Well my internet's been out most of the day, and is still HORRIBLY slow. I don't get it, but hey...it's Spring Break, I'm good. Rather be online than cleaning, but hey...a guy's gotta do something sooner or later. =D. Anyhow, my day's been good! I wrote a fresh new song today (mwahaha) and am gonna see who I can get to play it up. Well look, my net just went out again. *whistles while waiting* Anywho, I think I'm gonna hit up my friend Cameron to play the guitar, and maybe my other friend Mike for bass. I'd play the drums, naturally...only problem is I know NO good singers down here. HORRIBLE. OH! Speaking of my drumming...here's my drums...that new set up pic I promised you guys yesterday. =D
Neat-o. And LOTS better to play on. I was kicking ass...because my blisters are doin tons better! I also am goin to pick up some new sticks tomorrow...I've been mismatching for like ten months (all I seem to have are thick sticks for marching season...lol). My laptop screen is messed up and all broken up now...thanks to an accident with one of my sticks flying out of my hands...yeah...so there goes some good money...ah well.
I'm already about 6,000 big ones short due to this trip I'm taking to Australia this summer. All me, baby. Got it planned out...leave June 6th. It's gonna be great. Don't worry, I'm gonna take tons of pictures if me in places. You guys won't miss out on a thing.
Anyway, I had this killer headache today, and this sudden craving for something with tobacco. Yes I know, I swore to quit the stuff. Don't worry, I didn't even dare due such a thing. Plus my mom was home. Lord knows that she'd kill me if I did something like that. Took me too long to get the trust I lost from her anyway lol.
Well...about the Amanda thing...while looking for her number I found about seven other girls' number and realized that I had given her my number and not taken her number. Maybe she'll call and need a ride somewhere, right? Doubt it. Two more days until the end of spring break, and she hasn't called me once yet, so I sincerely doubt she'll call me at this point. But one can only wish, right? It's ok. All good. I'll just ask her out on monday and/or get her number. I know Mr. S (my drum instructor) is gonna go insane when he heres I FINALLY asked her out. He's a nutcase, I swear.
On other notes, tbas24 is also a nutcase, lol. Just jokin with you, tbas. That was for that joke last night. ;) But ABC123...is seriously a nutcase. I ALMOST feel sorry for her, had she not bothered me as far as she has. Apparently she says she "loves" me. Ooook, bit too far, fan girl. So for my fan club, calm down, k? I don't love her.
Haha I just took another pic with my crappy webcam. Take this, my bitches.
I had a nightmare last night (yes, I'm still posting cuz my stupid net is STILL down), but the creepiest part is that the bad guy in it was one of characters in my story. He's got these creepy pale blue eyes...and is all albino like...he's a real psycho too...anyhow he chased me around a dark house for about three hours, talking about how he was gonna skin me. Creepy stuff.
Net is still down...been frickin 30 minutes...this is ridiculous...tomorrow I'm calling my ISP and getting this problem frickin solved...I gave them enough time for this shit...
Still down. One of the worst movies in history is on. "Legally Blonde". I hate this movie with a vengeance.
Hey. Net's up.
Leave me comments!
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| Rast's New Post ... I know you all like reading my posts. |
| 03.17.05 (6:54 pm) [edit] |
Well ladies and gentlemen...more by the Rast. First on my agenda is talkin about my drums again. I love my drums...oh so very much. So much I rearranged them babies again today. I LOVE this look. I'll post a picture tomorrow. Because I love the new set up, I played for like...five hours (NO LIE!) and now I have blisters...on my frickin right hand...and my mom was making sick jokes about it!! __< Oooy. Anywho, as said, I'll post a pic of my new set up tomorrow. >
Secondly, I gots some story to share. I rather like where this one is going...check it out...it's a collaborative story on my board Rewrite It!" and it's kinda long...check it out here:
I know, Rast is boring, but I like that story!! It's pretty funny...you got ninjas and you got a pervert...yeah...I'll shut up now.
On to other things...I have this girl on my mind. Have had her on my mind for quite some time actually. Her name: Amanda. Yes, I fall for Amanda's easy, but this one's different! She's so...I dunno...beautiful and smart? Seriously, she's one clever cookie. And a frickin virgin gymnast...with boobs. I also know for a FACT she likes me. Hell, Rast has decided...he's diving in. But still, tell me what you think..despite my mind being made up.
Alright.
Later,
Rast
I NEED COMMENTS FOR SURVIVAL
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| Rast - A Pic, Perhaps? |
| 03.16.05 (1:34 pm) [edit] |
Ok, so that wasn't something you probably wanted to see at the start of a post, but hey...what can I say? I wasn't wearing my hat that day. Anyhow. That is brought to you by public demand. Yes, I know. But now...some L'arc~en~Ciel pictures to lighten everyone's day and hopefully help you forget what I look like! =D
Ken
ken again
Tetsu
The Whole gang
Yukihiro's drumset...AMAZING, ne?
Leave some comments.
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| My Drums, My Drummers, My Dreams |
| 03.15.05 (4:08 pm) [edit] |
Hey everyone, it's Tuesday, second day of spring break for me. Yesterday was absolutely boring. Partly because our internet has been down for say...three days has this been going on. I have to say, roadrunner is a bitch somedays. But now it appears to be fine...on a day where I've hardly been home.
My day started around 11:35 AM, when I met up with Mr. S (drum instructor), LeLe (fellow snare drummer), Josh (totally cool guy tenor player), and Danny (He's a freshman, but the coolest, I tell ya) at the movie theater. Normally when the "drumline" goes to the movies, we bring like...twenty people with us...but today, only the top five went. And I'll tell you, it was HILARIOUS. We saw Man of the House (being UT fans and all), and made a bunch of stupid jokes. Mr. S is too cool. Not only that, but guess who's gonna be the Captain of the snare line next year? That's right, me.
After that, I started drooling over this drumset I made using a program...here's a pic:
Yes, high hopes as to that...but...this is where it gets bad...I want all either Sabian or Zildjan cymbals...dunno how far I'll get with that...cuz I haven't even decided! Well here's my drumset now:
Not much, but I do kick ass on it...but before I get any new cymbals or drums...I want new hardware...like a new bass drum pedal and a new hi hat stand. Not to mention my hi hat cymbals are crap. Anywho...last night I noticed that my top tom has this frickin gash in the top head...it sounds so much in tune though, that I'm not gonna spend the money (8 bucks) to buy a new top head, especialyl when I just got that head.
Moving on...I got some pics for the ladies...not of me though. But of Hyde! Enjoy.
Looking good Hyde. Keep it up with that voice too.
Tryin to do the pretty boy look? Not as good as Snow Drop, but good anywho.
And now I present to you all...Hyde again! In a video! (Psst...he's singing). And yes, it IS him. Back in the day.
Ok...I couldn't get it uploaded...so I uploaded the Snow Drop PV. I like it. It's one of their older songs, but I like the style the guys are in during this one. I swear I love Tetsu's hair. Here it is.
Ok, it's Vivid Colors again. Stupid me, no wonder it wasn't uploading, I hadn't connected yet.
You can download it, so I save bandwidth. Use "Save Target As...":
"VIVID COLORS" by L'arc~en~Ciel Download
Ok, for the record, I AM gonna change this scheme...SERIOUSLY. It's annoying the hell out of me. And if the vid isn't playing, it probably hasn't finished uploading...it's being a bastard. So don't be surprised, I might do something light blue or something. It'll be nice.
Here's my sites:
.::[|ANIME IMMORTAL|]::.
POOR KID - NEW
Rewrite It!
All of these were designed by me...mwahaha.
I'll see you all later, leave me some comments.
Later,
Rast/Mike
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| A New Rast Story! =D |
| 03.13.05 (4:07 pm) [edit] |
"Well ok...let's try it again...circle set..." spoke a pre-teen boy with brown hair and green eyes, wearing a labcoat and looking at a white chalk-made transmutation circle surrounding a brick. Another, younger pre-teen sat on the opposite side, this one looking a bit more intellectual, taking notes and wearing gloves, "Alright...let's do this..." The green eye boy who had spoken threw his hands down upon the circle as did the boy opposite the circle. The circle lit up in light, and then there was a shaking in the ground.
"Oh no! Something went wrong..." spoke the intellectual boy, now seen with black hair and blue eyes. The whole room was shaking, stones were falling from the cieling, hitting various equipment in the dim basement, shattering glass. The boys pulled their hands from the circle to see a mess all around the basement. They looked at each other and gulped.
"Maybe we shouldn't have tried alchemy in dad's lab....." spoke the blue eye'd boy, peering at his counterpart.
"Perhaps we shouldn't have...yeah..." The green eyed boy gulped loudly.
Alchemy is the manipulation of matter, the speeding up of reactions and destruction of substances that defies the laws of God. All Alchemists are condemned to Hell for their defiance, Amen.
Substance One: To Dream of the Impossible: The Zand Brothers Seek State Certification
Mike Zand and Joe Zand, two brothers with a knack for getting in trouble. Mike Zand's the older of the pair, the one with green eyes. He's known for his short temper, and his generally immature attitude. Joe Zand's only a year younger, and is the more rational. The two, despite their total idiocy when it comes to alchemy, are the sons of the infamous Zand the De-Alchemist, a State Alchemist known for his amazing ability to manipulate the destruction of substances into other substances. Zand was a major fighter in the now ended civil war, and now serves the State as a researcher, one whose State Renewal is due in only two weeks.
"You boys are SO lucky you didn't rupture the vial at the far end of the room..." spoke a man with glasses and a rather gruff looking appearence. He was skinny, had brown hair and green eyes much like the older Mike, but he had many whiskers poking from his chin and upper lip. His hands were covering his face as he sat at the kitchen table, the two boys sitting on the opposite side, both looking at the table, "I am in the middle of trying to pressurize air using alchemy...never been done..."
"But theoretically it should be possible..." spoke Mike, kind of softly.
"Yes...and if you would have ruptured that vial...all the progress I've made would have been lost...I'm glad you boys have interest in the science of alchemy...but...it's just not your thing. At least do it in the backyard, and not my lab." Zand pulled his face out of his hands and looked at the boys. He had bags under his eyes from lack of sleep, "Geez...your mother would hit me...you were supposed to be normal kids. So...maybe you just need to be normal...plus...not like you're any good with alchemy..." Zand kinda laughed, "I must have stolen all of it for myself...well..." Zand stood up, pushing in his chair, "I gotta get back to work...now go do normal kid stuff...." Zand left the room, and the boys looked at each other, Mike smiling widely.
"Nothing's gonna beat us...this alchemy thing...is not gonna make me look bad." Mike grinned, "Plus, with alchemy...imagine what we can do..." Mike put his hand on Joe's shoulders, "We're gonna become good alchemists...no! We're gonna become State Alchemists...someday Joe...someday...come on! Let's go work on what we were doing earlier..." Mike ran outside, Joe sighing and following.
Seven days in a week, 52 weeks in a year. In a year, here the boys sit again, in front of Zand, who's just staring at them now. Mike clears his throat.
"We need a hundred dollars..."
"FOR WHAT?!" yelled Zand.
"The entrance fee..." spoke Mike.
"FOR WHAT?!"
"The State Alchemy Certification Exam..." Mike spoke, looking at Zand, who began laughing.
"YOU'RE JUST GROWING PUBIC HAIRS!!! HAAAHAHAHAA!!! I didn't become an State Alchemist until I was 19, and I was the youngest ever! You need YEARS of experience...there's no way you're ready." Zand laughed, as Mike scoffed.
"Oh we're ready..." Mike had a sort of glare in his eye, the glare of confidence. Joe sighed.
"Yeah, we're ready...I think..." Joe spoke, "Although we haven't one alchemy lesson...we have studied your books...we know every single word in your library by heart..."
"Heh. So why do you want to be State Alchemists?" Zand said, sitting back down.
"I want to do the impossible. I want to become the best at alchemy...I want to be able to do things people only dream of..." Mike spoke, with a smirk. Joe sighed.
"And I wanna...widen my horizons on the world...through the military, if need be." Joe spoke, another sigh being released.
"Well, I'd hate to kill your moods...just don't be disappointed if you don't get in..." spoke Zand, still chuckling.
"Oh...we will get in..." Mike grinned and left, Joe following. Mike sat down on his bed next to Joe and looked over at him, "Do you think we'll make it...?"
"Well...if you use your trick...they can't deny you..." spoke Joe, folding up paper into origami swans.
"And if you do yours, I'm sure you'll make it. Plus, the written exam is in the bag..." Mike smirked, "All simple alchemy written problems...we've done millions of them this year..."
"I know...but still...perhaps we won't make it..."
"Then we give up alchemy. We won't get another chance for ten years....you can only take the test one every ten years...then we'll be older than dad...and we gotta prove a point." Mike smirked, taking off his shirt and pants and slipping under the covers, turning off the lamp next to his bed, "But...we'll make it. I know it. We're not like we used to be..." Joe sighed as Mike turned over and went to sleep. He looked at his origami swan, and then at an open alchemy book.
"But you...you're able to do alchemy differently...maybe you will...but what about me..." Joe sighed and took his pants and shirt, also slipping under the covers and turning off the lamp. The window was open as a dim yet peaceful moonlight shimmered into the room, resting upon the young boy's heads as they slept soundly, Mike rather loudly, snoring and drooling, half off the bed...
END OF SUBSTANCE ONE.
Next Substance:
Substance Two: To Obtain Certification: The Alchemist Brothers
Mike and Joe are to take their Certification Exams to become State Alchemists...but will they make it? The Air Alchemist watches over them like a bad itch, and Mike's "different" practice of alchemy isn't working. Could this be the end of their dreams?
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| What's Been Up with the Rast since October |
| 03.07.05 (5:21 pm) [edit] |
ABSOLUTELY NOTHING. lol, I'm joking, of course. Actually, my life's been overall pretty nice since october. Let's see...I broke up with my girlfriend in January, haven't talked to her since despite our mutual agreement, and I've went out with a girl for two days. Ok, so I didn't really like her, I just felt sorry for her, see? Yes, I know. She was pretty good with the breakup. Anyhow, so now I'm here. I got a new crash cymbal for christmas (I WAS HAPPY), new drum heads, and a new stool. I was in total ectasy. Since then, I've been playing like crazy, and I'm pretty good now with the set! =D! I've also, as of late, started a few sites.
.::[|ANIME IMMORTAL|]::. - My true website. Check it if you're cool. I'm proud of it. =D
Rewrite It! - It's my multi-purpose message board. Please join and participate.
Not only that, but Fullmetal Alchemist has also been a part of life. Thank you [adult swim]. So now, as a result, I'm addicted to L'arc~en~Ciel, the best band ever. Wow. One of their videos down below.
Later,
Rast/Mike
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| Rast...back for now. |
| 03.06.05 (5:31 pm) [edit] |
Here's a really good song I've fallen in love with. __< And yes, the Rast is back here...for now...cuz I'm bored...>
L'arc~En~Ciel = Jiyuu he no Shoutai
Tell me what you think...I'm off to hit up people's blogs.
Later,
Rast/Mike
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| Combined Story: "The Knight's Cause" |
| 10.10.04 (10:48 pm) [edit] |
Alright...look at [url=http://avoidasyouwill.tblog.c...]AvoidAsYouWill's Blog[/url] for the beginning and second edition to the story. We'll compile it at the end of each week...and stuff.
The well-awarded man walked into the castle courtyard, a cigarette lit in his mouth, his sword's sheath rattling louder than his metal awards. Men all around stand up and salute, chanting loudly.
"Eres! Eres! Eres!" chant the men loudly, stirring up even more to the cheering.
"SHUT UP!!!" The man punched a column hard, causing the walls to shake. All the men grew quiet, the well-awarded man's cigarette landing on the floor, "We lost...one hundred thousand men...and....you cheer for me.......for the next three days...I don't want to hear a breath from any of you..." The men exchanged shock looks, obviously not knowing of the recent loss. The well-awarded man walked from the cold courtyard into the even colder, stone hallway. The well-awarded man climbed a center staircase towards the throne room. The well-awarded man opened the throne room door and walked in, a group of three men sitting at a table in the center of the room.
"Menis Eres! I'm glad you have arrived! I hope your speech went well with the-"
"Corpses?!" The well-awarded man slammed the table, startling the three men, "You knew...you told them...you rat bastards sold yourself to the Knights...I can tell by those smirck looks on your face...you abandoned your own king...you abandoned your-"
"Dogs, is all your troops are. Bad dogs at that." One of the men said, smircking, standing up and approaching Eres.
"Dogs...you say..." Eres twitched, his hand reaching towards his sword hilt, "Well now...I guess that all of this is just because...you did not put me to sleep any earlier!!!" Eres quickly drew his blade, walking out of the room moments later, wiping blood from his blade and walking down the stairs. He walked through the doors and back into the courtyard.
"Well...we're leaving tomorrow...so get your things together...we've been betrayed...let this anger burn inside of you. Show me your wrath in our next battle...GO!" Eres spoke, the others running into the castle, beginning to gather their things, "Holy Knight Mark Ress...I will not rest again until your blood is covering my shimmering sword...you and the Damned Church will pay...and pay dearly, you will......"
Alright, AvoidAsYouWill, the book is all yours, my kind sir!
Later,
Rast
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| Untitled - A Novel Idea I think I might Just Go With |
| 10.04.04 (9:44 pm) [edit] |
Here I go...an interesting novel idea I really want to try out...I've been meaning to write this type for a while...
"So pretty much, what your thinking and telling us. . ."
"Is that it's time we played our proper roles and became puppeteers once more. . ."
"Absolutely sinister."
"Hey, what can I say? We may be nothing more than the silhouettes on the wall, but deadly silhouettes nonetheless."
"Wow, you sure are prepared."
"Naturally. That better not have been sarcasm."
"Oh, of course not."
Death reeked across the once green plain, blood seeped into the ground. A hundred thousand dead men lie on the ground, flies and maggots already swarming, the stentch of the rotting corpses sickened the air. Sword's metal lay broken and bloodied, in flesh and in the bloody muck. Arrows and their shafts and expellers, emerged in eyes, shot into the ground, and rotting along with its guest. Shields shattered, bow strings snapped, limbs missing heads missing their vessels. Souls floated about the field, full of wrath and grief, a few good men left injured behind looked in awe at the levitating lights. Through the lush green of the plain was heard the gentle thump and brustling of an unexpected guest. The rattling and soft clings of metal badges and medals, the shine of nicely polished shoes. A sword sheath wavers from side to side, a left hand's palm calmly placed on the end of the hilt. The souls swarmed the walking intruder on this dead plain, and the man's smooth, but once bloodied hands, swatted the orbs away.
"The Knights swept through this field like the plague. . . .practically our whole army, destroyed in one fell swoop. It's a real shame. My plan to seige the main city has been eliminated. God help us now. We have. . ." The well awarded man looked at another, who was busy tallying up the dead on a piece of parchment.
"Three hundred untouched, two thousand injured. The others. . . . .all dead." The man spoke rather grimly, and bowed his head.
"Well, for ten years this war has been a three-sided stalemate. But now. . .it looks like we're not going to be able to put up much of a fight. We allowed the Knights to favor the Church, that was our undoing." the well-awarded man kneeled and looked at a dead soldier, stripped of his equipment and of his pride, "You never even saw them coming. Neither did I. . ."
"Sir, I don't think God much likes us anymore. The tallied man kept working as he spoke, the well-awarded man laughing slightly and began to leave the plain.
"He didn't like us to begin with. We are 'heretics.' I guess it was God's will to brand us with a non-believer's fate. Our path is not supposed to exist. God is against us, but only because the priest's will it. Who's to call God a partisan? I don't, but one must go along with the ideals of the enemy to participate in such war. Let then have God's favor, we'll have our own. Then, we prevail, we'll be boisterous, for they had God and we had only our own. Even this loss will not be enough to stop the righteous, which is we. A loss of a hundred thousand is nothing for the Lord of our Land, the true king, even if God is our enemy. Do not worry about God being against us, for even He cannot hold back the Menis," The well-awarded man cleared his throat as he walked through the lush greenery of the plan, "When you're finished with these, you're dismissed. . ."
Tell me what you think of this intro...I might actually really go with this, but the basic background is the same as my previous post, just with some elements missing. You'll see. This will be stylistically like [i]Brave New World [/i]and [i]Ender's Game[/i], in a sense.
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| An Absolutely Novel Idea. XD Get it? GET IT?! Oh Just Read. |
| 09.26.04 (2:38 pm) [edit] |
A new book idea. My Gesoose, what am I gonna do with my ideas??? Write them, I dare think.
[Untitled]
The country of Androme is at war. Ten years ago, the good king Bladros died of an unknown reason at only the age of twenty-four. His only child was two years old, both the Church and Counsel agreeing that the child was unfit to rule, but then who would rule? Generally the Queen would rule, but she had killed herself the night the king had died, and in the case of the Queen's death, the one listed in the King's will would rule. According to the King's will, his brother, Prince Nestor would rule. Nestor was only 16, but an already flourishing strategem, with a knack for turning the odds of any party against itself. The thought of Prince Nestor ruling infuriated the Counsel Chairman, Nobleman Rostelm, and the Head Priest Tralm. Each believing they should be the ruler, the Church and the Counsel of Nobles split from that of the State and Knights, who remained loyal to Prince Nestor. For ten years, neither side has gained an advantage over another, and the country and it's people were thrown into utter turmoil. The war seems to have no end in the near future...
'Geez...you think he would have gotten better by the fourth round...looks like I'm gonna win again...a square hit right on the back should do it...I already know his legs can't take it...he's wobbling...' A young man, about 17, jumped into the air, holding a broomstick tightly in his left hand and swipping downward as he passes over another young man, hitting him in the back and causing the other to fall. The young man, broomstick in hand, lands softly on the ground and rests the wooden broomstick on his left shoulder, a grin across his face, his right hand out in a helping gesture. The young man, broomstick in hand, helps the other up. The young man, broomstick in hand, stands about six feet off of the ground, his long brown hair barely covering his green eyes. His wide smile lifts the spirits, and his hands are rough. He works out on the field, a peasant. His name, this young man's, broomstick in hand, is Ralph Linsden.
Short right now, I know. But I'll write more hopefully later.
Some input would be nice.
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| Nix that last post, cept the poem. Which was good. |
| 09.25.04 (11:24 am) [edit] |
I liked that poem I wrote in my last post lol...but everything else was rather stupidly written.
"Forget" by Mike Mclaren
"Forget"
Death has found it's course
On the cold, grey bodies scattered on the ground.
Blood stains my hands and the blade of my soul,
Forgiving and forgetting the scars of my past.
Forget the past which holds sin,
Forget the present which holds regret,
Forget the future which holds only sick serenity.
Thrown into the ashes of my past,
My sin and my logic have been destroyed with the times.
The truth tarnishes my mind and the heart of my life,
Destroying and disentigrating all I thought before.
Forget the past which holds sin,
Forget the present which holds regret,
Forget the future which holds only sick serenity.
Torn apart from the mistakes I've made,
I fly to you this serenade of virtue.
The truth my curse and the word my outlet,
Renewing and healing the wounds of the past.
Forget the past which holds sin,
Forget the present which holds regret,
Forget the future which holds only sick serenity.
Hold me close my love and my words,
And never let go.
If there was an elixir to cure my hurts,
Than I've been healed by love's voice.
. . .Forget the past. . .
. . .Forget the present. . .
. . .Forget the future. . .
. . .Forget love. . .
. . .Forget this voice in my head. . .
Forget the past which only held sin,
Put away the present which holds regret,
And open up the pages of the future where the unknown happiness lie. . .
Forget and leave forgotten.
Tell me what you think and help me get my blog back to its normal self! No more skulking for Rast!!! Comment on me, and I'll shoot you a comment back!
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| My Newest Poem: "Pointless" |
| 09.24.04 (3:57 pm) [edit] |
Here we go, I wrote this in my boring geography class (yes, I am moronically taking it again).
"Pointless" by Mike Mclaren
Deadly Sins
Washing upon the shore.
Where shall they go
In the early morning
When no one is home?
Insecurities burning a hole
Of Desire in a broken
Heart. Fragmentation
Has its ups and downs.
Sentences once whole
Now broken as love's
Tears are falling to the ground.
Poetry only captures pure
Essence. If one does not
Understand then we must
Go on. Don't let the shepherd
Lead. The followers will be
Sorted out and only then can we
Die. The reaper is at your doorstep.
Knock knock. The phrases get longer.
Realizations. The days are getting shorter.
Slowly ticking. Your eyes are turning white, your mind is turning black.
Remember. The poetic virtues have plagued your mind, and emptied your heart.
Pointless.
Whatcha think? Sorry I haven't been on too often, badn and homework are plenty to keep me offline. I'm thinking about starting another contest of some sort shortly, as my blog has been losing it's thrill.
Viewer choice, tell me what you'd like to see me post more of, and I'll see what I can do.
Later,
The Rast Man
P.S. Nothing to do this weekend, so I can make some changes.
Now Playing: "Mars: Bringer of War" by Holst
Mood: Kinda sorta feely feel-feel. Ness.
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| "The Angel of Justice" A Story Long Overdue |
| 09.12.04 (11:50 am) [edit] |
"Legend states in the Talmonic scripture that once, over two millenia ago, there was a great war, the War of the Magi. This war had been believed to have been the start of the chaos that now fed the sickened planet, and that Demons themselves had been the cause; an almost invisible catalyst, if you will. In the Talmonic Scripture, there was a man who stepped from the Deltic Tower alive, wielding a blade capable of reversing the power of Demons at the cost of the wielder's own life energy. The cursed blade was known as the Reliver, for it cast from Demons the evil souls which caused them to remain immortal and invincible and gave them an almost human life. With this sword, the warrior pushed back Demonic forces almost single handedly, and stopped the Grand Extinction. However, the man was deeply delved into the curse of the Reliver, obsessed with its care and losing his very soul every second he held it in his hand. Upon the Second Year of the Chaos Era, the man battled a Grand Demon, supposedly the greatest Demon to ever exist. The battle was intense, and in the end the man stabbed the Demon in the heart with the sword, holding onto the hilt to make sure the creature was dead. The man died, his hand grasping the sword till ever bit of his spirit vanished...An archaeologist some years back discovered the sword of legends, or what he claimed to be the sword, and now the Grand Talmonic church holds it in their museum. Now class, explain to me why-" A tall, brown-haired man holding a large book in his hand cleared his throat, "Mr. Lorano, see me after class please."
Sixteen and horribly bored, Mike Lorano groaned and glared at the teacher. Another twenty minutes of the myths and legends of the Talmon, and the class bell rang. Mike watched everyone leave and walked over to Mr. Grene's desk, Mr. Grene writing something down on paper.
"Oh yes...Mr. Lorano...you haven't paid attention in my class for three months...I can tell, you haven't passed a single test."
"Well...this stuff doesn't interest me, ya know..."
"I don't know why. If it wasn't for this stuff, this small community you feel so safe in would be just like the rest of the world, being played with by the Demonic Syndicate and political dismay..."
"......"
"Well...I'm willing to replace all of your test grades...if you can explain to me the signifigance of the Talmon and the Talmonic Scriptures by the end of the year. I want an essay on it. Good luck. Make it good. It will count as all of your grade...now go..." Mike mumbled and left. He was trying to decide whether that was kindness or utter hate that had caused Mr. Grene to decide such a thing. But now he was stuck with it. Mike was counting the tiles on the floor as he walked until he bumped into a familiar face, Flora. The reaction was a bit late, as both of their belongings scattered along the ground on impact, both of them falling back and blushing heavily from embaressment.
"I'm soooo sorry..." Flora began picking up her things, Mike aiding.
"Don't worry about it. Partly my fault for not watching..." Mike handed Flora her Chaos Theory book and got up, wiping off his pants and helping Flora get up, "And uh...nice panties..."
FWAP.
Mike opened the door to his dormitory (he was an orphan, and thus lived with a group of others) and was immeadietly greeted by his best friend, Akito.
"Hey there...wow...that's a pretty nasty looking eye you got there...you get into a fight?" Akito said, sitting down at the table with Mike and drinking some concoction out of a coffee mug.
"Dun ask...and are you drinking again?! You know that stuff is no good for you..." Mike pulled out his school books, and opened one up, leaning over and turning on a light.
"Oh and here I thought I was an orphan," spoke Akito sarcastically, drinking more from the mug.
"Oh go screw a fish..."
"I think I just might now that you mentioned it."
"You're a real nut."
"Gotta love me."
"Just because you are one does not mean you have any."
"Funny."
"Naturally."
After eating a quick dinner, Mike quickly decided he needed to sleep. He jumped on the top bunk, was quickly thrown off by Will, another roommate, and quickly settled for the bottom one, slipping into the night's mysterious dream blanket.
The alarm. That pestering sound telling you that the night is over and reality wants you somewhere in an hour. Mike quickly turned off the alarm and got up, yawning and walking into the kitchen, where the others were all sitting around the radio, listening intently to some news report.
"What is it this time-" Mike said annoying, quickly getting cut off by "hush" and "shush" and "shh"s.
[i]"No, we're not entirely sure as to who is the culprit. We suspect it's a group of rebels who want to start their own cult against Talmon, but that's not certain. However, the sword turning up missing on the anniversary of it's finding is pretty damned interesting. Ironic."
"Yes, ladies and gentlemen. The Reliver Sword has been stolen, and the Crimson Lifeholders have declared the community to be unsafe for public anything, really, and thus all affairs for the day has been cancelled and everything has been closed. Anyone who weilds the sword is not only a theif, but will be branded as a heretic by the Church. This is a dangerous item, and if you have any clues on the location of the sword and it's theif, you are obligated to contact the Church immeadietly. Thank you. That is all."[/i] Akito turned off the radio and the room was quiet for one of the first times since Mike had been with them.
"Who the hell would take that thing? And how? I mean...the Church has some TIGHT security." Akito drank from his mug and looked at the other roommates.
"Well...not like we can do anything about it..." Mike grabbed a jacket and slipped it on.
"And where are you going?! There's a psycho on the loose!" Will exclaimed, standing up and slamming the table.
"Out. I've got a date with Flora I plan on keeping. Unlike you losers, I don't expect to die a virgin..." Mike closed the door and began walking down the steps of the dormitory, thinking. He walked past a man in a trenchcoat, who stood at the bottom of the stairs, Mike exiting through the doors. He soon heard the doors open and saw the man in a trench coat again. Mike quickly ignored it and began walking down the street, hearing the click clack of the man close behind him. Mike picked up his pace, as did the man, and soon, Mike was almost at a run, the man closely behind him. Soon the man's black leatherbound hands grabbed Mike's shoulder and pulled him into a nearby alleyway, pushing him against a wall.
"Talmon's Grace be upon you. You've been chosen, repeat after me..."
"Uuuh..." This guy must be a nutcase, but better do as he says, lest he disembowels me or something, "Sure."
"How do you plead to the charges set down upon you by Talmon and the Masters?"
"How do you plead to the charges set down upon you by Talmon and the Masters..." Mike was a little freaked out.
"Take this...go...you must leave this city...do not open the package till you get to your house, and once you do, quickly leave...the Demons know it's energy readings...leave this city...justify...may Talmon's grace be upon you!!!" The trenchcoat man set down an elongated package and took off running.
"Uuuuh..." Mike picked up the package and ran home. He sat the package on the bed and looked at it, debating whether to open it after explaining the story to his friends.
"Well...maybe it's a bomb..."
"Or roses..."
"Roses, Steve?" Mike said, grabbing a pair of scissors and slicing the tape off of the package.
"Well ya never know!" Mike soon lifted the top off of the box and looked longingly at a shimmering broadsword. It was perhaps too clean...no no...it could get cleaner, thought Mike, lifting the blade by it's hilt and examining it, quickly polishing the sword. He felt a twinge in his heart every few seconds, but thought nothing of it.
"Oh my Talmon...Mike!!!" Akito soon came running in, a book in his hands, pointing at a picture of the very sword Mike held, "THAT'S THE RELIVER!!!" Mike almost dropped the sword right then and there. There was almost immeadietly a knock on the door, and Akito looked through the eyeglass to see who was at the door.
"It's...a man from the Church! God damn they're fast...Mike...just give the sword back...tell them your story and give it back..." Akito was panicky and Mike soon nodded his head in agreement. The door was opened, and the man from the Church almost immeadietly spotted the sword in Mike's hand.
"Mike Lorano...you are charged with robbery, theft of an artifact, and are hereby branded as a heretic."
"What?! I didn't do anything!"
"I've got you red-handed..." The man pulled out a gun and pointed it at Mike. The man's finger pulled the trigger, and the sword was seen blocking the bullet masterfully in Mike's hands.
"Well...I did place second in the kenjutsu contest last semester!" Mike heard a voice in his head.
[i]The window. Then make for the forest outside the Wall...I'll meet you there.[/i] Mike knew that the window was indeed his only way out. Only two stories, so it couldn't be that bad...
Wrong. The fall was nothing, as was the landing, but there was more problems. Like the large Church Guard group waiting outside, who spotted him and began chasing him. Mike ran almost a day till he reached the Wall. No one in over a hundred years had ever left the Wall, it was like dying, some said. Mike looked back for a second and thought of his friends. But now there was no hope, the people wanted him dead now. Mike climbed the Wall and jumped off of it.
[i]That wasn't too bad...[/i] Mike ran towards the forest in the distance, hoping to find some answers concernign the voice in his head, and the events that had happened so suddenly.
Well, I'll post more later!
Tell me what ya think, alright?
Later,
Rast
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| So Let's Get Some Ideas! |
| 09.10.04 (6:08 pm) [edit] |
Well, I'm bored, and feel the need to post. However, I have no idea what kind of story to post. Yes, my musical interests have drained my English creativity. Any ideas will be much appreciated! I will start it as soon as I get a suggestion I feel powered by.
What a waste of a post.
Later,
Rast
Snap your fingers.
Get your rhythm moving.
Musical notes flourishing,
Let's jazz it up a bit.
Let's jazz it,
Jazz it up,
Get a saxophone playing mighty mean.
Let's jazz it,
Jazz it up,
Clarinets, play vibratto.
*Now Playing: "I Got Rhythm" by George Gershwin*
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| My Most Recent Poems |
| 08.14.04 (5:49 pm) [edit] |
Here are a few poems I wrote today.
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A steel sword in cold flesh,
Warm blood oozing from the inside
Of a forgotten heart,
A lost soul.
Falling into darkness,
The light begins its retreat.
Death's touch finds its way around a neck,
Life's air beginning to lose its way in.
"Hidden Heart"
Hide that mask that I must see,
When I look inside of you.
I will try and realize the fact that you
Can not see when your eyes are on me.
Your heart holds its secrets tightly,
Your emotions never peering through.
My love is not rewarded,
Just greedily guarded by you.
Heavily regretting my thoughts,
I find it insufficient to get you to open up your arms.
I see your humble smile,
But neglect your anguish and torrential rains.
"Doom's Puppeteer: Experiment 2AAA569"
Heh.
Heh heh heh.
Ha.
Laughter.
Disgust.
Sickening smiles.
Destructive lust.
Shimmering blades.
Booming bullets.
Horribly dazed.
Lost in another.
Strings being pulled.
Death calling "wolf".
Life and lust.
Sex and drugs.
Rock and roll.
Again comes another day.
Roll over dear chariot.
The devils will die.
Zombies shall be ressurrected.
Again the puppeteer will try.
Trying comes in tomorrow's day.
Tonight is the resting time.
Forget those who aren't attached.
The strings will pick Them up.
Carry the dead home again.
Comment!
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| A Poem by Rast |
| 08.12.04 (5:02 pm) [edit] |
"Your Salvation"
The heart's a curse
For those who seek it
Get sweet salvation.
A shot in the head
Is my salvation to you.
Blood spills on the ground,
As your eyes roll in sweet ecstasy.
The foam around your deadly lips
Is damned testament for my foolish deeds.
I've done it again,
Your blood glistens in my eyes.
Glistening.
Listening.
Blissfully.
Waiting.
Patience.
Anger.
Salvation.
My hands bath in your blood,
My mind drowns in your sickening love.
My heart quacks at massive guilt,
My body twitches in perfect salvation.
Salvation is what love is,
The pain and all wrapped together in one.
Falling down from heaven
Hurts like Hell.
But a shot in the head,
Is short and perfectly accurate.
Blood on the ground,
Voices in my head...
Blood on the ground,
What can I do about you...
Blood on the ground,
Salvation calls me home...
Blood on the ground,
Tomorrow will be without you...
Salvation is a pain
When there's blood on the ground.
Comment please!
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