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DATE : Tue, 18 Nov 2008 23:44:44 PST
Entered in Database : 2008-11-19 07:44:44
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Listen Earth Rise “ In Suscipio Eram Obscurum-In the beginning was darkness, we feel this as a truth. We must journey inward to hear the first word not that of root or seed but of cell within” -Mayragoon Fireflower, Origin Lectures: #121 Understanding our ancient memories U.T. 231343 No matter how many times he prayed pleaded begged and screamed Thomas Church could not die. Desperate scrabbling fingers and toes had early measured his kingdom of darkness. A coffin of rough pine that needled deep before it wore smooth. He rubbed the silky wood tracing the grain, and almost missed agony in a sliver pierced between fingernail and flesh. Thomas had no time awareness instead he nurtured memories of light. A time before his six-walled kingdom that lay his body flat beneath the earth. Sometimes he laughed until the laugh took control and battered him against the silent boards. Full Story The Land of Darkly: Act OneHarabladi was a Beggar of Darkly thus it was no coincidence that he found himself knocked unconscious by a falling head whilst digging through the royal trash. He seriously considered a change of profession when he coughed himself conscious, and came eye to eye with the most ugly bloody slime ridden features he had ever seen. The stench from the foul head moved somewhat slower than the speed of light but not by much. Just then he heard an ominous rumbling from above and with the speed of a rabid fox he dived from the mound of trash right into another one. The ancient brass pipe jutting from the black stone castle wall above the trash mound shuddered and shook like a constipated giant with appropriately sized haemorrhoids, before disgorging an assortment of more body parts. Full Story The Blue Flower Mountain The waning sunlight glimmered softly through tall ethereal gum tree s that waved in zephyrs, crisp from snow capped mountains. A narrow red earth dirt strip road sliced languidly ahead into Fynbos foothills. A small blue sign fat nail hammered onto a termite mud encrusted crumbling pole, jutted out from the wild grasses roadside. Neatly painted in elegant white script it spelt out the name, “Bloublommitijies Kloof “, or Blue Flower Mountain. Full Story

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