Archive for February, 2014

Circle Journal – 4 Growth (ep 11)

“I’m afraid they’ll come tonight and kill me, or worse take me away.” Gela laid her face on his hand. “What would you do with such a threat looming over your head?” after thinking for a moment Crys sighed long and hard. “Run away. In the cover of darkness.” he got up and checked the door. The guard was standing a few meters away, Galens wife had reminded him that his prisoners were free to roam the village. “I was just looking, we didn’t want to be disturbed.” he winked to the man before shutting the door again. Again sitting but withva puzzled look on her face, Gela watched him as he crouched to the window and stared outside, he was trying to conceive of a route they could take. A rout that would keep them unnoticed but at the same time didn’t bring them to dark corners at which fungal guards could apprehend them.

“And he will leave alone now?” Crys turned to her. “He thinks we are intimate, yes, he’ll leave us alone.” he hissed, hoping she’d lower her voice too. Instead she got off the bed and crawled over to him, also peekingbout of the window. “So what is your plan?” she whispered. “We’ll wait for nightfall, pry open the window, afterwards we quickly rush by that barn over there.” he pointed to building in question. “From there we have to make a run for the woods.” as he turned his attention back to her, he noticed she had been looking at him the entire time. “And then?” she lifted her hand, ran her fingers through his hair. “Make it downhill, find a way to the city of Hallenthal. It is far away inland, but no one will find us there.” Crys couldn’t deny he felt aroused by Gelas hand in his hair.

Heavily panting Crys was lying on the bed, Gela kneed above him, she too was short on breath. Smilingly she let herself sink down upon him, gently kissing him. “Why tell a lie when the truth is sufficient?” she panted, talking about the implied intimacy when Crys had spoken with their guard. “True.” Crys gently kissed her forehead. “But why?” Gela looked up. “We live with a danger over our heads. We should cherish the time we have together, we could face danger tonight.” slightly nodding Crys agreed.

Holding on to each other the two dozed off, still not falling into a deep sleep, eagerly awaiting dusk.

“May I ask you something?” Crys was watching the blue sky through the window. “Of course you may.” her voice was thin, laden with doubts and many thoughts. “You said you are born as seedlings, why do you have,” he stopped, looking down on her. Gela just stared back. “I thought you liked them?” a frisky smile played around her lips, provoked a similarly frisky smile on his. “I was just wondering, and, yes I like them very much.” he started kissing her again, felt her kissing his him. Lower and lower went his kisses from the neck down. Giggling to cover her weariness Gela looked up. “You want to know what they are for?” Crys looked up. “Then suck on them.”

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What the actual “Frack”

Okay people, so I have a problem.

A huge one.

Although it doesn’t really concern me personally, it is still a problem that I do have:

“Fracking”

They pump shit into the ground to crack rocklayers and extract oil/gas. Chemicals that are poisonous, chemicals that cause long term damage. Chemcials that ARE seeping into the groundwater table and poison the water supply of thousands not to say millions.
THIS IS LEGAL.

YET, at the same time people are forbidden to collect rain water.
Water that falls from the heavens onto their houses, and they can’t collect it.
Why? Because, and here comes the BS, that water is supposed to supply the groundwater table. (Note, in most areas the rainwater is channeled into the sewers, from where it goes into a nearby river from where it’ll go into a water treatment plant, from where it goes on. Perhaps the step of “river” is skipped. So the sequence is then: Rain drain – sewer – treatment plant – river/sea)
So collecting rainwater that fell onto YOUR OWN HOUSE, on YOUR OWN PROPERTY, is ILLEGAL! While poisoning the water supply of thousands or even millions is perfectly LEGAL.

Here’s my idea of changing this. We force the people (CEOs, bribed, bought, lobbied politicians) to drink the water from the area the fracking is conducted in. (Together with Monsanto and other GMO people who are forced to eat their own GMO crap, together with their children)
We pull this off for about a year, if not a single one of them shows any ill effects we can call it safe for consumption. But since they’ll probably have any ill effects – good night.

You know that Bullshit is about to fly if they forbid you to collect clean water that is falling from the sky. You wanna know why they outlawed that? Because it is FREE. You don’t have to pay for it.
Next you know they’ll outlaw solar panels on private homes, because the sunlight is supposed to heat the roof, it is vitaly important that the roof is heated because [insert bullshit logic here]. Real reason? Because you would get FREE electricity from it. You aren’t buying their electricity from their friends and “supporters” (you know the people buying, bribding, lobbying the people in charge here).
Just wait and you’ll see.

Until that time, take care.

Circle Journal – 4 Growth (ep 10)

Gela turned to him, stared in his eyes. “Since I can’t go and bask in the sunshine, or dig my feet in the ground and root for a few hours, yes, food will suffice.” she faintly smiled as well.

It took Crys a while to stop looking into her mesmerizing eyes. “Guard!” Gela looked to the door as he did. “Guard, we require food!” After a few moments the lock of the door was opened. Galens wife stepped in and places two plates at the table.

Lukewarm soup an a slice of bread for each.

“Can you even eat that?” Crys looked at her. “I mean those are plants.” Gela looked at him as if he had lost his mind. “You eat other mammals?” Crys nodded. “Then I can eat other plants.” she smiled, reaching for the soup. During their meal they didn’t talk, but thought about how the magistrate said he had believed the florals to be a myth after he had clearly met fungals.

“I miss my home.” Gela woke Crys from his thoughts, after their meal the two had laid down on the bed, No matter how Galens assessment of the situation would turn out the two would spend at least two or three days in that room, or under close guard around town. “Tell me about your home.” Crys turned to her, leaning on his hand, he hoped that she could make him forget about his own loss for a while. Gently smiling she turned to him as well. “We live in houses made of stone, they only have one small room to sleep in, and a small patch for the seedlings, the rest of the time we spent outside. All year long, except in the winter, when the house is often covered with snow.” she seemed to glow in her reminiscence. “Our village has about fifty houses, in autumn when the leaves of the forest the village is located in turn golden and red, so does our hair and our fingernails.” she lifted her hand to reveal dark fingernails, black with a hint of green. “IN spring we turn bright green with the trees, deeply saturated in summer.” she glanced at her nails. “Ever since this autumn I have had this color.” she mumbled falling into sadness. “Normally we stay in the autumnly colors until spring.” Crys placed his hand on hers. “You won’t become a slave.” he vowed, holding her hand tightly.

Gently smiling she returned the tight grip, softly pressed her cheek against his fingers. “I have you to thank for everything in the last day and night.” she looked from his hand back to his eyes. For a moment Crys thought he saw her blushing as her cheeks seemed to turn golden from within. “You should rest, we can explore the village tomorrow.” he whispered, afraid he might be blushing.

Circle Journal – 4 Growth (ep 9)

“I thought you were only a myth.” the magistrate looked the young woman up and down after Crys had brought her and their common plea concerning the fungals before him. Again the magistrate turned away from the young woman to Crys. “How did you call the men who have allegedly killed your family?”

“Fungal guards, and they did it! There was not a single drop of blood at the site of their crashed sled!” Crys contained his urge to jump at the magistrate, although barely. “Relax son. There is a spare room in Galens house, you two can bunk there.” he waved off Crys’ anger turning to Galen. “See if you can verify his words.” Galen nodded and withdrew immediately, another man stayed with them in the room. Upon a wink of the magistrate he opened the door to another room. “You see Crys, I have to investigate this, instead of taking your word for it, since you are bringing up some serious allegations against highly esteemed guests of this house.” a man and a woman with an ashen complexion entered the room through the open door. Immediately Gela grabbed for Crys’ arm, holding him tightly. The two people walked a few steps towards the two. “Yes, she is one of our slaves.” the nasal tone the woman spoke with immediately made her unsympathetic to Crys, “It may not be our culture to keep slaves but we have to respect theirs!” the magistrate turned to the two. “For the time being, until Galen either confirms or refutes your allegations you two are free in this village, but have to stay.” both the fungal man and woman looked at the magistrate in a slightly agitated way but smiled sourly. Again the magistrate waved the guard who escorted Crys and Gela to Galens house.

Inside the large farmhouse the guard positioned himself in front of the door the two were confined to.

Grief, fear, anger and sorrow threw Crys’ emotions in chaos, causing him to repeatedly slam his fists and foot against the door. Meanwhile Gela watched him with an empty expression on her soft face. “I’m not a slave.” Crys stopped banging on the door, he looked at her. “Please believe me, I’m not a slave, we were free people in the fall, surely some of my brethren are now slaves, most are dead, but I’m not a slave!” again her tears started to flow down her cheeks. Her eyes spoke of desperation, terror and agony. “I believe you.” he mumbled, sitting down on the bed next to her, staring at the window as she did. “I need sustenance.” Crys looked at her, out of nowhere came amusement into the mix of his emotions. “You mean food?”

Beating around.

Marketing geniuses.

Alright, here in Europe one is fairly sheltered from hate filled fallout from a sporting event in the US, and the accompanying advertisements.

In this case, a pot party and apparently a hate crime.

It seems that the right in the US are loosing their collective shit because Coca Cola dared to have the song “America the Beautiful” (or what it’s called) sung in many different languages. Showing how unified America is, although coming from many different cultures.

I think it is a sign of utter brilliance.
They knew how the mouthbreathers would react.
They intended for them to react this way.

Now the super-ultra-free-“democracydemoncrazy”-right-wing-nutjobs are doing nothing but talking about the Coca Cola company all day long! Not realising that, that is exactly what coke wants.
PUBLICITY!
Tell you what my mouthbreathing friends, keep yappin’ all day long, you’re just proving one point: You are not free, just slaves to your corprate masters. They use the right tug on the leash and you make noise. Bravo!

Facebook Lookback Films.

Really people? You are doing this?
Okay, if you ahven’t realized what is happening, the Facebook people unzipped their pants and are waving their d*ck around to piss all over the place. Saying “We can reduce your life into a little powerpoint presentation.”
I’d feel degraded making this “film” about me. Which is why I won’t, bad enough I returned to the nuthouse (I want closure to some friends I hold dear). But I refuse to let Zuckerberg – or his merry madmen – condense everything I ever did on their site into a little power-point presentation.
It’s pathetic.

Sochi 2014

Frak off! If I would actually care about these stupid mass sport events (including the superb-owl), I would boycott Sochi 2014. Russia has taken steps backwards.
One pace forward, three back.
Listen, a country as oppressive as russia was once the enemy of the western world, it was called….wait for it…RUSSIA! After the fall of the UdSSR you people thought it was over, didn’t you?
Well my lovelies, you were wrong. The way russia treats political opponents of Putin, the way they treat gays – unacceptable. If you have any dignity – boycott these games!
If you are an athlete competing at the olympics – BACK OUT if you have any selfrespect left.

Starting today (!), boycott this crap!
(BTW: Did you ever notice that all these sporting events line up perfectly to keep masses distracted from REAL news?)

Circle Journal – 4 Growth (ep 8)

Shone upon by pale moonlight Gela and Crys sat in a small cover he had quickly conjured up with branches from a tree, which he then covered with snow as to not reveal their position. He didn’t dare go any further on the sled. “They can use magic.” he looked up from his feet, her turquoise eyes glowed in the dark telling him exactly where she sat. “I don’t understand.”

“They can use magic, to call forth wind and snow, that is how they must have covered their tracks.” although the rest of her face was in darkness he could see in her eyes that she was incredibly sad, not only for her own losses, but his as well. “And the fire?”

After a long pause Gela sighed, she shrugged her shoulders, a movement he felt in the narrow room of the cover. “I think they can’t conjure up fire, it would be against their nature. But then again, I heard human mages can create fire, although it might burn them.” also sighing Crys looked back down onto the pitch black ground. Images of the tormented bodies of his family appeared before him. With a burning sensation tears shot into his eyes. He felt her hand reaching for his face. “Calm yourself.” she whispered, pulling him close to herself. She needed to be held, as did he, it didn’t take long for her to feel his arms wrap around her too.

Comforted by the presence of the other, both of them fell into a light sleep, alerted by each rustling twig outside the cover.

Plumes of smoke rose from the villages chimneys. Snow levels in the valley were not as high as on the slopes of the mountains, allowing for Crys to walk without the use of snowshoes. Gela sat on the sled that he pulled since the land was not steep enough for them to ride it into the village. “We’ll go to the magistrate’s house! He’ll know what to do!” he yelled over his shoulder. Bearing a bittersweet expression Gela nodded, hoping the fungals had not made it into town before they did. “Crys?” the called turned his head in the direction the call had come from. Another young man approached from the forest that stretched further down the valley, he carried a deer on a sled. “What madness drove you to brave the deep snow?”

“Madness my dear Galen, madness.” he sighed pulling the sled with Gela further towards the village explaining the reasons for his presence in a few sentences.

Circle Journal – 4 Growth (ep 7)

The sleigh shot downhill with incredible speed, Gela was holding on very tightly to Crys, almost hurting him. She was not used to high velocities. Before their departure she had explained to him that during the cold months of the year she and her kin usually dug under the snow and hibernated, much like the bear, but with the attack of the fungals during the fall they had to abandon that usus.

Her escape from her homeland had taken her quite some effort, she had lost her siblings, their parents had already fallen victim to the fungals in the fall. “Why do you only talk of siblings?” Crys tried to ease her tension as he navigated the sleigh down the slopes. “But never of a brother or sister?”

Gela sighed into the racing winds. “We are born from a seedling, Once we emerge from the patch we grew in we have no gender until years later. I am the oldest, clearly I’m female, but my siblings were still too young.” a milky drop was blown off by the wind into the distance.

“Hold tight!” he yelled slamming his feet into the snow, slowing them down until they came to a halt. before them was forest.

Dense, dark forest.

Leaning against one tree there lay a twisted, broken sleigh. Four bodies were strewn around it.

None moved.

Crys felt as if all air escaped his lungs, his muscles tightened. Nowhere inside his heart did he find the strength to get off his sleigh to inspect them. He knew from a distance that it was his brothers family. Jolien, his wife and the two boys. Gela climbed of the sleigh, she walked across the deep snow to the site of the accident. She moved from one to the other, her expression was grim as she got up from inspecting them. “They are all dead.” she took a few steps away from the four bodies. “And they haven’t died here.” Crys still sat on the sleigh, his face locked in a mask of agony and despair. “No blood.” he pressed out from between his teeth as he closed his eyes, his head sinking until his chin touched his chest. “There is no blood.” Gela hurried back to the sleigh. “We must not disturb their bodies further, the fungal guards have,” again he interrupted her. There were no footsteps around the house. If the fungal guards were as heavy as a human, how could they not leave footsteps? Disturbed he turned around to look up the long slope they had just descended from.

A hand full of dark figures stood higher up staring down to them. Grinding his teeth he felt aggravated, his muscles tightening again.

“Don’t!” Gela jumped on the sleigh, pushing it forward, Crys quickly steered the vehicle around the narrow curve bringing them further away from the site of the accident and the fungal guards.