28 February 2015

Warning Shot

FCC’s ‘Throwback Thursday’ Move Imposes 1930s Rules on the Internet


26 February 2015

Death Mettle

Hast and fore has come that time of twilight in the day with low hours many wicked bristling spirits break the veil to take the world, a passing time of winter battlefields painted by frozen red blood, and some ghosts die by second deaths while all are gone when the kingdom of the sun returns.

Vile and villainous tailed and tyrannous primordial dwellers of morality severs ties to truth by ease of infinite darkness, then tears the wall from darkest prison leaving trail for blinding vision brightest door of primordial hunger unleashed the death and magic binding them by portal soon to mortals feast the creatures by their features wrath and durst and scorn, and exit purgatory to our world and survive the purging temperate summer.

How neutral are the affects of hunger, as predators hide the devious tunnel beneath a rotting war, the rooted scores of densities of forests by where nature keeps its greatest killers, even voices of the noises plotting killers of the thrillers sinking pillars of the norm hiding fearful loss of smiling while the bloodthirsty seeds of evil continue writhing in fear at the edge of woven nature and its darkness like a shore, until the fiends of demons liking past for mercy naught for striking poise for dreaming better dealings for the reelings that prey feels beneath the score, as the tunnels collapse beneath the size of the growing endless feast.

Each how much time that goes unfocused killing ghosts and breaking focus with the grace of hocus pocus on the tortured souls of hell, soon the waking goes to locusts and the tired go unnoticed, soon a host of hell makes motions like depression minds the ocean without fear of fallen species nor their slayers vengeful stare and follows for the chance to change dimensions and the smell of rotting air.

I had hoped you would honor a peace as I let you feed on them against your will, that this new world was a place of freedom for our wars to be apart, I had many things in question from the burning of the heart, and for this you have broken my neutrality and therefore I must break you for but the thrill. They will strip your branches as I destroy your roots, was it best to know the actions without doubt will find the truth.

18 February 2015

Ruler of Dreams

Normalcy, Meditation, Nutrition, Exercise, Grammar, Reality.

Day of Asp, 2015

05 February 2015

Merlin 3:46 “Brood Parasitism”

Merlin 3:46 “Brood Parasitism”

That which makes Nick cart vampires as they dream skillfully, certainly not intrigued by grazing, smiling as if they do not drink to exhaust, it hurts, but temporary, death forsworn and death forlorn.

The noontime, passing another car, those vampires have a kind of silence encouraging each other trapped during the day, craving blood more than gold, the regret of agony with each memory of leaving a pregnant bride to be, thought he, and a steady course unbothered.

He shakes the car and wakes from comas fever dreaming fiends, hoping to inquire his dictates of reason choosing to call it a rut in the road and continue his mission.

In the moonlight, the common throes of bloodshed and atrophy incarnate with carnalities malignant, and he must abide their murder and similar crimes in his coy plot to seem befit of felony, testing his faded morality in act with damage and deceit.

A sunrise turns to sunset as if a blinking, as the nightfall behests their insatiable appetites. Feeling compelled to isolate their lecherous feeding of necessity, his mercies their victims with an honor he knows well, to end pain-giving excuse and granting a double of lies to unfold. That he likens himself while immortal being closer to humanity then are devils, and that while undying prefers more defensible location than common farmlands.

Nick: Without kindness, there is only blindness.
Augustus: If we could only turn each other into one, so would our days and night, forever traveler.
Nick: The dawn approaches; take to the box.

The fog consumes the sky from the rising horizon dawn across the mountains, soon bringing the clouds to the earth; a wild animal makes a cry as a tail of a dragon enters a cave on a mountain.

As a member of their flock they pass thru the small village used mostly for purposes of infidelity, and the types to frequent such pass the streets, and thought of her his pure thoughts, having uncertainty to blindness in the lascivious, where the wind carries danger more than sound of footsteps. In the fog he could escape quickly, but discerned does not. They call the area the land belonging to Sino and he pretends to have never heard that name.

By comfort with their return, they tell their secrets of allies and enemies in the witchery war, debating the term mortality as an end to insult the mortals in the scene.

Augustus: Most do not know, many will not know even after seeing us feed.
Nick: They are mortals and their dreams do not write themselves.
Augustus: Of what is, and what is not, we often wonder if mortal defines wizard most.
Nick: It would seem something needing more clarity than question.
Augustus: Our wizard, we question if he is immortal or renewing his life.
Nick: Is that something you have tried to prove, a sleepers blade perhaps, to this ‘Sino’ is it?
Augustus: We return to beds that we did not use. We shall see if charges are due or if our house is in order.

On the horizon a wretched pool of sunsets and mountains, tired climbs reach before the giant ledges poured by edges that cut into the clouds of coming storm. The road narrows at entering forests beyond the caves and bringing nightfall they approach a cave and wait for passage.

Leaving the dark valley to enter a tunnel as fog covers all, finally entering the base to a dark visualization, by which his calmness helps his eyes adjusting, slowly lessening his trusting of a serenade of whispering chaos, a light deeply and upwardly ahead, a patch of mountainside road between previous landslides high on the mount. Into the mountain, again the sounds of darkness with footsteps and stray screams, grim hell awaits before he can adjust his eyes, and soon a light again for them all at the cathedral of the dark warlock Sino.

Sino: Augustus? I thought you were carousing your ‘strength thru bloodshed’ mantra to improve the land. What have I to do with you today?

Augustus and his men kneel.

Augustus: Command there is not our forays and accept our tribute.
Sino: Be it if the lord willing.
Augustus: Forgive me, my liege. Our former lord has struck at us where we slept; we seek safety in thy name until we can regain our numbers.
Sino: What have you told your, fragile, king?
Augustus: Not and none, commander, as much as nothing, my liege.
Sino: Much has become since we spoke. I have no need of new bodies, living or elsewise.
Augustus: This body would be as troubled by you killing him as such he could, this man is not dead, nor living, to the growing legion under your wisest command.
Sino: Take them away from here.
Augustus: You must witness!
Sino: Go before I nail you to the mountain and wait for sunrise!
Augustus: You need him!

He grabs Nick and cuts his throat, abrupt a silence and a pause, Sino grabs his dagger and a stone from the table that glow in each hand, he readies to fight as the sound of running feet consume the sound of distance. Augustus and the others kneel and three warriors enter the scene and pause by wave of hand.

Nick gasps and twists reaching his hand for the composure, soon finding the sullen soil, shaken and standard regenerative clamor barely stammers to his feet.

Sino: I grant your stay, Augustus. Now, we have work to do! Seize him, on this table! Do not worry, boy, we are going to learn something about each other!

The vampires and the guards take him by surprise; despite trying to fight, we end this chapter with him in arms.

Next Chapter: M347 - Of Dungeons and Dragons

04 February 2015

Time To Live Anachronism

FCC is about to invoke net neutrality. Metaphors are good for you types.

The internet acts as a toll road, you pay to play, and the access provider fixed the medium. Lets imagine that toll road leases the lines from the government, which I'll call FCC so I can type quicker, that would be like a state toll road outsourcing the maintenance/operation for a smaller fee but a less demanding role. Such as the FCC does for many lines. Net Neutrality, uses the word fair a lot, or its proponents do, but it's no more than demanding the toll-road operators pay for public roads that are the FCC's responsibility, despite many lines being leased already.

What would happen if the FCC had to actually make its own internet to distribute? Would realities be understood, realized, or would they become violent?

Al Gore did not invent the internet. The FCC did not create open access by mandating it, because the internet uses phone lines, which were invented by A. G. Bell (or Antonio Meucci). The argument there is that ATT prohibited private hardware, the actions that resulted were consumer protections, which Net Neutrality is not. Imagine traffic jams on the highway because of a pot hole, because the maintenance is being serviced to non paying customers, who likely already pay taxes contributing the FCC already. (do the people benefiting from populist policies pay anything?) People would've discovered TOR modems. The article http://www.wired.com/2015/02/fcc-chairman-wheeler-net-neutrality/ from the chairman of the politburo sites these things lopsidedly, then proceeds to visibly state that a company with faster bandwidth lost to a company with slower bandwidth and somehow net neutrality is still a good idea. What. A fucking. Moron.

Phone openness, FCC didn't invent phones. He follows by proving he totally missed the classes, plural, on packet switching, in regards to throttling. Some of you seemed to have in seeking equal outcome lost grasp of individual rights.

We (oh yeah, who?)[stfu, wiki] used to say, liberals think two plus two equals five, but now I'm starting believe they think three minus three is nine. These better places in your minds I wish I could go, that no one goes, it's all so very sad really. And I'm the crazy one.