windrealism

The ship is a soldier. Into the night, it angered the echelon. The kindred marked as tyrants, who cannot miss the teeth. Conspiracy from lunatics to drive mad men mad. Like dryads, they grow together and share their air, in a world with much smoke, and can only breathe but choose to choke. Conspiracy be driven they band together to hope aligned. The old kind grow faster so than they can overcome. The kings and queens are dying as they give the monsters hope.

Parties without science meddle with the English. The council to the construct chooses not to hurt opinions and panders to an unknown cause. Rationalizing stupidity and greed in an attempt to rewrite the just time spent. In the ice grass, a path leaves children and pets to make the harvest. A fearful war for those of truth and consequence takes place. After an onset of strange rules from stranger rulers, the lenders, as leeches, drain the blood of society like vampire. Devoid of greed and apt to vision they give their laws to students released from the evil dark. A cleric educates of the dark harlots bearing many children their sires cannot be found.

The energy drudging and sullen, make much lament as new words come from the new voice. Mass appeal like clouds carried the new light upward; with this, the regal guilt doth end. Where the accused are honest, the conformist waits confused from a lack of intense emotion. Through habit, the new voice deceives and discriminates while the face of the old voice begins their reclamation. New werewolves sell racism and attack skeptics. They thrive on fear and lies of genocide. As always, the wind and fire races are at war with the earth race. Through mine eyes, earth wars on its allies 10 fold more than any other and more sincerely as time progresses. Cadre of the salt of the world the earth is the first source.

The nova children erased to wall out a war. Without another option, they cut down the tree. A man-at-arms rebukes the ill repute of the dying. The dryads consider this a healthy cost of reality. The paint begins to spoil the mind. The effects of the affection affects lay toil to the skin. Their lack of maintenance maintains their countenance. They suffer devastation by the loss of affinity for one of their own. Sharing bonds in circles heritage, became a gamble for blame on the lenders. Scholars with sound facts will notice that the smoke is increasing by a pattern that will not remit. The decision to change course cannot arise by the covenant of the timid.

Some generous handouts bring new payouts. Trading time for tattered health the weak would ring a bell for wealth. A marred slum architect abandons university for the joy of multiplicity at the first break of dawn. The weak will inherit the earth. Counterfeit wares, of many kinds, with varied vitalization, all while duplicate facades in the past proved fatal. Run by the diseased, rackets and profiteers replace the honest in droves as they bring a convenient capitalization and exploitation. When being charged for air they became angels and hovered over the trees.

A hidden motive to the last of the nomads and their gifted home seek to own more than the plate, of a bloodthirsty king, can hold. Their opinion far unto the soldier side refutes a solution by our vocal terms. A new totalitarian group proves its strength by the torture for an election yet inexperienced for more obtusely and sultry sun soldiers. A lie of where king met queen the tale was never printed. The kings lie believed by poetry and prose. These lies not the first lay waste to history of genocide of the Kings family’s mumsy necklaces.

The law condemns their self-defense. Among increasing amounts of impoverished lands the strong are called upon to lay the criminals to waste. As poverty increases, nationalist groups gain support and a needed momentum. Into the eyes, the politicians are informed of racial hate and capital punishment enacted by the prats and warriours. An iron fist denounces disbandment. The hiding capitalist bureaucrats fear idle production and a community that can act on its own. These lawful of the living bring a political threat by merely existing. They inevitably form legion in order to defend their lives as criminals intently increase maliciousness.

A loud voice that calls for unity ignites insurrection against previous occupation. The mountain despises the autocrats and their state. The mountain is hammers and hates Semites on the warpath. Inaccurately accused the mountain had not sent out sticks and stone. These newest of hawks strike down man save their own and shakes the family of the mountain. They murder 100 fold times their own eyes and wound 4 times as many more. Where the leaf falls into the blood finds this to be an illogical war for other mountains. A militant warmonger the Zionist is sinister. Perhaps the Norse was to be trusted over issues of the levies.

The soon retired idiot who would be king intervenes in the conflict on. As the old house announced yet, the excommunicated tyrant, with the chancellor, in a communiqué, interviews about the situation in the storm. The burner of Valhalla called on Anglo to pax - but warned hammers, the first step. With more children, higher pensions, and heart broken of pay a war is impossible and you will only get a few faithful vigilantes. The new year brings millions of citizens more money. The tax settlement investors and the reserves provide funds to anger patients. Info verse shows prosperity for the future whom is, who benefits and what new laws come into force.

After some sharp criticism of banks and managers in the carpenter season, pontiffs in the sermons of the year the economic crisis as an occasion to once again, before greed and excess to warn. Money should not be at the center of life are planning, it was everywhere. Almost four months after its introduction of the naturalization test seems a success to be. There are many problems with the questions with just a few samples. You have all of the candidates in a first test passed. However, the integration of delineation is only cautiously euphoric.

Greens are red not blue, but black. The new wig is worse than the last and one of the greatest injustices. Left are they, all over the world as a bad-tempered plight. Many idealists are simply disgruntled because they earn less, and less likely to marry on the street rather than go to church. After days, unnoticed death of a young woman in hell. Investigators now consider the possible influence of drugs. Meanwhile, there is also an explosion for the fact that the princess undetected for so long stood in Avalon.

The year of our courage and humor in equality of life, takes place, to prove the lords, of their word. At the top of their rankings landed now laud. A concept that is a rather indecent act means. Our sometimes-idiosyncratic neighbors can laugh heartily. The unsuspecting were not. Stop writing checks, stop printing money. Alongside humanity, necessity creates convenience. The slaves take honor and save themselves. They return discourse will all available actions and hope bound. The council stalls affirmative action. The losers had asked for no other fate.

Within sages of ages, we wear with time and soon monkey kings and orphans will rule us. They drive through death and revolutions but before the edges outnumber the revolutions, from which they flee demanding paved roads to take them there. The kings and queens escort themselves from the time of their own accord and peacefully so but will take their children with them. A new horde takes their place. Of the four elements, the clean wind is taking the cold men with it.


They know not the holidays that they grace. The spirits of the tales cannot reconcile and let the colony explode. Hordes of mixtures of the four tribes wander aimlessly without spirit or goals. The growth writhes in evolution as even the superior element slows to an eventual halt. They cannot separate by choice as they separate by time. Into every leaf, they diverge taking all of the life and bringing the darkness. The shade of the new seeds some with strange new means of sowing while tolling the mire. A weeping willow fears the water.

It is a circle of medicine. With time and light, a medicine for the livestock leaves medicine in the grown meals from the cattle waste. A concerned science takes notice, and tells the world albeit corporate logic is deaf to their cause. More of this medicine goes to livestock than stock in humanity. With the support, the cattle thrive and cause immunities to those who are the pinnacle of king of the food chain when they are not utilizing it for illness. It will cause a loophole in evolution. It is the hidden factor in the rise of all congenital defects related to environmental hazards.

In a culture of conflict, the night and day paid for quarreling. Together crowds of night and day folk, witness the waterman insult the other. The day and night condemn the day. Together another group witnesses the insult in the reverse direction and they favorite their respective representative. Throughout history, this has always been the outcome. The actors reveal their lies and the majority of both groups switch their answer on both situations.

Though they endlessly fight what is seemingly a useless war with weapons banned from human military they are honorary members of the water cycle. Great ice age patriots are the suppliers of their ammunition and mobile weaponry to complete the cycle that once had happened upon them. They both support the new world’s enemy island turret. These war criminals arrest the students who avoid a legally mandated draft. They wish to commit atrocities unseen without longsighted instruments. The manufacturers of hate their victims are unarmed and left alone and underestimated potently.

In the kingdom, the immigrants are slaves. They are working without the rights to work though taking jobs from sons and daughters because if found they will be removed so they work without tranquility. It happens this way because of the lines between lands and the marks of different marchers. The propagators of such production locations pay less than half of the hated but the politicians want everyone to stay where they are for less than the day before. They break the laws of the cycle that helps the masses while inflation calls, for more, unfortunate souls, to fight a war they cannot see, in cities they cannot win. The flood and the rain take all of the labor from the land and soon their own children.

Judas keeps defending its favorite words albeit killing nonstop for days now. In truth, it stalks its insurgence from time to time when its stone throwing enemies would never halt. With fewer weapons, they are obtuse while lights entertain the rest, of the world. The genocide continues. A plague, that is, the loophole of immunity from several causes of the consortium of death steadily rises. Two diseases attack but mostly hit homophiles and the old-dark each every year more than the last for more than a decade has time. Their habits cause them this grief once in every twelve. Their illness is transferable to the overlord.

They fight better with their own caste. Like traits decrease the chance of desertion amongst peoples in all circumstance. In battle is undeniable in labor it can be an unreliable judgment. The two sides clash leaving few of one side. The welcoming party moribund when the south found out they would not vote for outsiders. They were chose to welcome outsiders for their daily duties prior, and replaced by outsiders. The shiftless will crucify you. They take extreme measures to replace the ones they call extreme. They exterminate what is different. The poet lies and says the leader approved him to write the fiat years after his death. Twice removed, the poet had told the world after his writings began. The dead guide's doctors after much resistance tell the poet he was known before he was born. The poet tells the world albeit none knew his name in his attempts to be the purveyor of pen name penmanship.

The mixed are forming their own face and in record numbers. A sobriety of acceptance creates a setback and many to rule. They nationalize nations and it crumbles from a lack of structure. The repair applies costs and reparations. Globalization is a liberal myth for myopic dolts. Globalization is destroying culture, skills, lifestyle and tradition. Mixing faces actually destroys the proper amalgamate evolution. The most mixed are at every turn the least of which. A pure face amalgamated once over.

A rare beast tames a dangerous one; the hybrid takes out both in one fell swoop. The footsteps of man herd them together and raise them to have a voracious appetite. they were strangers and through carnage anarchy trade and traveling pets. the species destroyed by genocidal proximity. the poor standards dilute successful overlords. they agree with the dead. always in false light around a glow-box fail without a priest.

the sons and daughters of culprits find a mass grave of heroes and defenders. put there by a fascist cause, the truth still overlooked by all. found at the ground of a hospice construction before the seat of the Teutonic bastion. The frames found endlessly as their charges shift to describe the victorious. Violent people describe a list of priority assets as a list of recipients for complaint letters. All forms of libel media outlets defend them. Jude and the media oust them to create a dissident public feeling against their enemies. a propaganda tactic used to stir up wars and raise concern about a final solution. A huge list, from a twisted demagogue becomes the same list of the targets.

Merlin. 3 - Medusa

"to what king do you serve?" asked Merlin to the hefty man.

-to which the girded man said,
"This is not a kingdom of servants but free men of many trades. You must be from the south." he said with an accusatory inflection in his voice.

-Merlin replied "yes, sort of."

-The man then asked, "have you seen a young boy in leather armor made from black deer?"

-Without looking at his apprentice Merlin replied with a quick, "No, I'm sorry. we are on our way to they next city. How far is it?"

-He answered, "If it is a city you seek and no small village, go this way than left at the fork two days walk. you'll notice that one sign is bigger than the other."

-the younger man steps in to ask, "is he a criminal?"

-.,"No, he is my nephew and i would care to have him do this chore himself." The large man leans his pitchfork against the cart and uses it to sit at the bay of the wagon. he continues looking at Merlin."are you in search of great philosophers?' as Merlin agreed by shaking his head.

-the old man paused then urged them, "you will need sharp knives, if the table shakes."

-Merlin knew this to be true as he had been there many times to learn his way around the intricate markets. To the wheazing man Merlin says, "thank you. I wish you luck in finding your boy this day but we must cover more ground while it is still the day. we cannot afford to waste the time we did when we were young" Merlin looks to the boy and says, "pick up my things boy, off we go."

-They walked for the better half of a day through the viridescent wooded path as he taught the unwitting son several incantations. Periodically the boy would get one correct but hazardously come near to starting fires or burning himself. Casually Merlin would countermand the chaos before it caused damage one instance after the other. As the road led on, Merlin stretched his sight into the distance ahead with a whispering spell. He could see the signs for the fork in the road in the center of a great field. He stops their hike to eat and let his son rest but not letting him know he has seen the sign for the city.

-Merlin:"it would do you good to stay close and awake when we reach the turn in the pike."

-Troy:"why?"

-Merlin:"mercurial bandits. they like to labor and cause great malfeasance to innocent patrons of the cross at crossings."

-Troy:"It isn't far than is it?"

-Merlin:"No."

-After the sun fell a hands width, they began to walk again. They continued and the sign came closer and then finally close enough that his son could see the sign. Merlin began to pace himself to a slower walk. As he had predicted there were two robbers in the grass behind the sign and in the grass near it.

-Merlin reaches into his pocket and slips out a small pearl and pitches it towards the feet of the villains. As Merlin and the boy watch, a cloud of smoke billowes out of the ground where the pearl had fallen filled with small black and shiny lights almost the sight of a dark glitter vortex with white fog. As the smoke cleared the two would be thieves lay on the ground, each others faces in awkward and undesirable places of the other, bound together with wet leather still leaking what can be seen as water.

-The boy who had not the time to drops his bag and reaches into his pocket. His intent is again to write down what the wizard had conjured.

-Merlin torts, "Not now boy! pick their pockets clean and we will be going."

-"yes sir" the boy replied, "right away". he laughed at them and emptied their pockets. Merlin began to walk away slightly searching the horizon. as he did they boy stepped to the side and grabbed two tufts of grass with soil and roots. He stuff in each of them the vegetation and utters, "don't move a muscle, I've got this handled". he then strikes one man and kicks the other than immediately runs to catch up with his trail guide.

-the night falls and they rest. Another day arises and they pass three villages that could only be considered trading posts. they ask at every crossing how far the city is and every reply was a lie or wrong. Another night comes and they camp and rest. In the morning eventually they come within visual range of a great walled city. as they come closer they reach the fenced in corals that hold the live stock of the meat market and of the royal family. it holds large beasts of burden, horses, and birds some taller than men with two and sometimes three legs.
a farmer is shaving away the hair on a cow in the shape of a circle.

-the younger traveler inquisitive by design turns to Merlin to say, "let me talk with this man. wait for me, I'll only be a moment" and he darts over to the fence shouting, "sir sir si......" and with a clean sweep the boy falls to the ground hitting his head. on a fence post.

-as he shakes off the haze from his eyes he turns to the soil and searches the ground for what had fell him so abruptly. as he brushed away the soil he finds a treasure of marbles. Merlin now stands in the light of his search.

-"what are these" the boy asked.

-"they are marbles made by the vampire guards. come along now. we're not inside yet."

-"vampire guards?" he nervously asked

-"This is Netheros. the city of the vampire queen and her king and a small court of vampire brethren. together they are the monarchy, imperial guard and faithful watchers of a quiet city"

-"were visiting vampires?" he asked

-Merlin replies" yes. the citizens are farmers and livestock keepers who gather great stores of blood for them to keep in accord with their royal monarchs.

-boy: "they are peaceful hosts?"

-Merlin: " yes. they take only the blood and in exchange provide protection from the greater beasts of the land. they despise intense light but would battle in the greatest of sunlight to defend the city. you will meet them soon. they are part of a wast and old network of clans of vampires that span this world. they will not feed on people in exchange for their blood tithing and as i said before, you are my guest on this trip.

-boy:"they are not like the tales I've heard in grammar school?"

-Merlin:"not completely. it is this way in every vampire city, their discrete nature keeps them from being know of entirely in a world which they have watched mature, they call themselves new man not vampires and it would do you good to remember that." as they neared the gate Merlin tells him to not say anything at the entrance at the city wall.

-they reached the city wall and door glows red more so at its seams and slides open. two guards step out in partial armor that was very thick despite it did not protect some of their more vulnerable points. a third guard while upside-down rolls in front of the door as if laying on it from the other side. with his hair hanging the magical guard says "who are you and why are you here?"

-Merlin says:"I am Merlin wizard stratus. i have come to see the queen with my new apprentice. tell her i am here and i will be waiting at the first libation storage i can find." Merlin's eyes begin to turn silver and with the boy behind him unable to see, Merlin winks his eye shut once. the guard agrees to let them enter.

-they reach a pub and sit. Merlin says, "order yourself some food. if you cannot read the menu, just tell them what you want." the boy has no menu and begins to look for one.

-"one drink as large as you can give me" Merlin shouts and pulls a smallish gold bar out of his sleeve.

-as his son looks around he finds some sort of list that he assumes is a menu on the wall and below it a painting of a woman.

-it is a picture titled Medusa and below it an inscription:
-[-when you look in the mirror, you are bound]

-there is little light aside from candles and a faint skylight as he looks around. the barkeep brings out a drink twice the size of Merlin's hand. "what to eat?" the cook asks. the boy chooses to have a giant leg of one of the birds outside the castle walls and as Merlin hears this he chooses the same.

-the meal is served quickly with several pictures of water. the boy begins to feast as he notices that it's quite spicy but when he looks to Merlin, the wizard seems unaffected and eats heartily.

-no longer intrigued by his surroundings the thought of monsters crosses his mind again. "what of greater beasts, Merlin?" the boy asked.

-Merlin:"their land.....this land is cursed with unicorns. I'm sure they told you that unicorns are friendly buy unicorns are naturally dangerous. a full grown phoenix will hunt and eat a unicorn but not all of them. they protect these people from such greater beasts.

-boy:"unicorns?..the ones that look like white horses with the tusk on their skull?" he gestures as if he has a horn on his own head.

-Merlin:"unicorns are not friendly. the horn is sharp and nearly unbreakable." he pauses to drink then replies, "dragons also eat unicorns & everything else." the small group of people eating in the same place laugh after hearing merlin tell him this. the boy in wonderment looks up and imagines several flying creatures.

-casually the boy picks up his journal from his sack and begins to write down in his book the details of the past day. Merlin has another heaving, foaming ale. Merlin takes several pieces of the remaining meal and wraps them into a sack for carried lunch and then again a second time for his son. As they finish a guard comes to tell them his message,"she will see you, when you are ready, lord Merlin."

-Merlin:"very good. hurry and finish. you will want to see this soon."said Merlin to the young man.

-and with that they left behind them a group of quiet and suspicious patrons of the quaint eatery. they look on concerned about journalists from the outside who might upset the delicate balance between them and their hosts. they head through the city past shops into an inner corridor lined with smaller shops and homes with smoked glass doors. eventually they arrive in a room in the upper levels of the city. it is dimly lit by many evenly space torches and a single rectangular opening in the ceiling shining light on the wall and floor just past a stone carved throne in the center of the room.

-the young man filled with intrigue rushes into the room and is caught by two of the guards and halted in his steps. though he is confused he does not struggle. as he looks around the room he notices the lone throne with the queen sitting in it. within moments he realizes that it is the famed Medusa, the same as the one in the painting he had seen. immediately he hangs his head as to not look at her. the stories from his childhood had told him that to gaze upon Medusa's eye would turn any of man to stone.

-Merlin enters the room and with one hand at his staff takes his knee to the ground and hangs his head in an honored respect. the boy copies Merlin's action

-Medusa:"Merlin" she proclaimed excitedly, "it is good to see that you have come home" she said to him as he rose to his feet. "it is sad that you have already eaten. I was about to drink, myself."

-At the mention of drink, a servant, one of her kind, left the room hurriedly. she continues, "come here let me see you."

-Merlin replies, "as always i am not home. we might only stay one night." he said

-the boy looks around the room to notice that one of the guard keeping him in place and several in the room are wearing tinted opticals.

-she asks Merlin, "who is this with you? is he one of us or one of you. he kneels before us." as the young dude hears this he stands up.

-Merlin leans in and says, "he is one of mine, quite literally but do not tell him this." he turns back and waves for him to join them. as the guard looks to Medusa for approval she nods her head to approve and they begin to walk to the long table behind the throne. the small vampire servant child brings in a glass picture of blood for her to drink as they sit down at the table. as they sit they notice that the throne has a chair built behind it like a mirror of the other side. much to his surprise the young apprentice notices that her hair is not made of snakes, just a woven mesh of large bunches and with a fine boutique .

-Merlin says, "that throne is odd. this room is nice have I ever seen it before?"

-Medusa:"did you pay for your meal with another lead brick?"

-Merlin:"yes...but they wont realize it until its in a million pieces days from now."

-Medusa:"I know things of millions Merlin. you shouldn't fool the village, if you return too soon they will show you how they are upset with your deal. what have you come for Merlin?"

-Merlin:"this is my new apprentice and I need a map to the doors."

-she smiles as she looks pleased and after a slight pause agrees,"I approve. i will have the cartographer copy you one soon. but you will have to stay the evening as you promised." to this Merlin agrees.

-she claps her hand and calls for a servant. the same vampire child returns and she tells him to get the map in a strange ghostly language he cannot understand. she and Merlin begin to reminisce and speak to each other in the strange language that sounds like whispers, echoes and silver strings. the words are beyond him and slightly sound like owls in a canyon under a summer moon. he can tell when they laugh though and he reaches for his journal and pen. the queen realizes his actions and in his language tells him not to write much in the eyes of the public, that they are raised to keep her and her clan a secret from the outside world. again they chat with each other in the strange voices.

-Merlin:"where is your king?"
-Medusa:"he is out teaching to the newest centurions, the trials."
-Troy(Merlin's son):"the trials?"
-Merlin:"they brave into the fields in hunt of the grievous beasts."
-Medusa:"they spend weeks in the fields learning the hunt for their own survival."
-Merlin:"and the glyph of rapture"
-Troy:"glyph?"
-Merlin:"they will choose a symbol for their drink to be put upon their blood bags if they pass the trials.
-Medusa:"The king will have a pouch of human blood from the charity of one of our youngest farmers. and several viles of the aged blood of unicorns, fairies, many other things
-Merlin:"dragons, black elves, "and after rolling his eyes, "a sleipnir"
-Troy:"odins mount?"
-Medusa:"yes the horse of the god king which he has hunted for longer than you can imagine."
-Merlin:"there are too many scriptures for it to be false!"

-Merlin signals the servant over and asks for two glasses of plebian fairy and Medusa calls for the map.

-Merlin takes a drink and says:"we all know that Odin lives."
-Medusa:"merlin here has been on an eternal quest to find a sleipnir so he can make a duplicate for himself"
-Troy:"have you met Odin?"
-Medusa:"he says he has seen him as he was posing as a teacher in the islands."
-Merlin:"do not tell him i am a liar. i was younger and studying in greece.
-Troy:"what does he look like?"
-Medusa:"like the body of his choice."
-Merlin:"drink that. when the map is finished we'll be meeting another old friend of mine. i think you should have something extra in your veins in case he still checks.
-Medusa:"he never did"

-the drinks arrive for all three of them. they drink and are satisfied.

-the servant reenters to inform them "the map should be done by the morning sunrise"

-Medusa:"let us take ourselves to my great hall. we will keep you warmer if we are nearest a fire and mead.
-Merlin:"agreed"

-They find them selves in a lavish hall filled with many curtains on the wall. it was a well insulated lair. Marc sits and begins to write more into his journal. after no time at all he falls asleep and after Medusa leaves so does Merlin.