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 Posted: Wed Oct 10, 2007 10:41 am
Allen's room was not too different from the standard affair. He'd made no changes in furniture, colors, or anything. The main difference, blaring as it was, was just the mess. Pizza boxes, dirty cups and plates left in the sink and on the coffee table. Empty beer cans on the floor and dirty clothes all over the floor.
On a desk in Allen's bedroom is a small laptop, hidden under stacks of porno magazines. This is where Allen records his thoughts, feelings (which he swears don't exist), and just generally rants.
As short worded, blunt, and almost stupid as Allen appears, he's actually known online as a blogger of intense wit, political knowledge, and of writing prowess. His handle is HiAlteraz, after the godess of the waters. Many believe the blogger to be a woman, but anyone looking closely enough at subtext and other little clues can begin to accumulate enough suspicion to believe HiAlteraz is a man.
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Posted: Wed Oct 10, 2007 10:54 am
Username: HiAlteraz
Date: Tenth Month, 10th Day, Midnight
Location: The Usual Haunts
Music: DiGiTaL dEvIl - Prayers - Merry Time With You
So, the end of the world is coming, they say. On the corner. At the churches. In the news.
No, not literally, just figuratively.
The new platform of Jackson Plinal to make an addition of a harpy rights bill has shaken the political world. I, for one, am all for it.
How can one claim to be a servant of the public, when they only seek to please and protext a small portion of it? Yes, the harpy race is seen as a scourge of all Dist, and that no one can put up with the screeching. But these are all stupid and unfounded racial stereotypes. I myself work with a few harpies... They are not ugly, neither are they beautiful. However, the one harpy woman I work with has shown me pictures of her fiance... And he is gorgeous, no matter what anyone says.
And their voices are not terrible or frightening...
The laws that prohibit harpy speech and the display of harpy wings are nothing but dispicable hate mongering by the elven races. Yes, we all know the two share common heritage, but what is not very often talked about is that elves are not evolutionarily the superior. Elvish-supremists often spout in their hate speeches that the harpy races are backwards and a throwback to the days of the dinosaurs.
Careful research into elven history, though, shows that the God of Dreams, Arionis, punished a group of harpies staging a coup-d'etat by clipping their wings and the wings of their children. This is why even if an elf (in the very rare occasion) has a child with a harpy, the child bears only one wing, if any at all.
The fact of the matter is that segregation of workplaces, public services, and the laws that specifically are targeted to put the harpy races down should be abolished and ruled illegal.
How long has it been since the sirens gained their freedom? 100 long years! It is time, now! to be doing something for a race that has been downtrodden for centuries.
Kudos, candidate Jackson Plinal. HiAlteraz gives you full support!
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Posted: Wed Oct 10, 2007 10:55 am
The Pendulum Swings - A Poem Of Remorse
Keeping secrets hidden in our own abyssal depths
The fear of betrayal and distrust in your beckoning eyes
We take the chance but so many important truths are unsaid
My turbulent mind is rife with despair but even still
You don't want me to know and so your words deceive
You can't bare it all to be with me, but you submerge yourself in me
Scraping me as you scream to get control of my thoughts
Tearing me to pieces for your lies blind you to me
I can no longer condone the chaos your lies leave me with
I do not want this beautiful chance to end before it begins
Groping as I writh about in the dark, seeking your guarded center
Breaking into pieces as the world is shaken by truths unsaid
So the clock ticks by, unfeeling and unrelenting to us
The calendar pages fall and I'm left hoping for a reason to hope
Begging for some small change in the way you look at me
When you obfuscate like this, it's only a matter of...
I hear "Slut" and can only hear you begging for a cheap ******** say "Lovely" and stroke your tender cheek, smooth your hair
You say "Darling" and you say all you want is to make love
You hear "Ugly" and step back like I struck you, shattered your nose
The rays of the sun intensify and burn away the deception
The trees dance and shiver as the cold wind of truth grips them
The damage has been done and you can't see it because
The darkness you cast on our love shadows even you
You hope by staying silent you can keep the peace I give
I hope by staying silent I can keep the piece you leave
We begin by hoping that we're keeping up appearances
But we end in your deception, and we're merely keeping time...
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