Through Azure Tinted Glasses

A Few Questions

Fatalshade — Mon, 08 Oct 2007 23:32:15 +0000

Something More, a challenge on reality. Where do the bounds between existence and imagination lie? Where do all these things that so many cultures have originate? Is what everyone sees all that is there? Is that reality as solid as it seems to be? What of ghosts? What of religion? What of all those little things that science can’t really explain? Do we really need everything explained? Are we not happier if we can just look on something and wonder and not really know how it works or why? Is watching a bird in flight not made so much more inspiring if the observer doesn’t know the ins and outs of lift and pressure? Are there not things that are simply inexplicable? Does faith hold no sway over the world? Is there no way for some form of magic to exist beside technology and science? Is existence not a beautiful thing if it cannot be explained? Do we cease to exist if we don’t know why we exist, or what the meaning of life is? Is it not amazing to simply step out into the world and be? Can we not accept those things that lie just beyond most people’s perception?

Read This Out Loud

Fatalshade — Sat, 06 Oct 2007 23:10:13 +0000

Fourscore and what would you do for a Klondike Bar? Three for the price of which way is up. Rabbit holes and opossum feet. Bet you can’t dance on two left couches in a pretty pink toucan. What do you find when rolling down a river with a hat on your foot and a carrot on the wall basking in the glory which is the gelatinous cube. The answer is Zelda. We don’t know how the sun spins around the mashed potatoes in the ice cream while the mole sits on the television and watches me. And of course, the television watches us while we listen to the chipmunks sing the song that never ends. The aliens shall come to steal our cucumbers. They use them as shoes because their hats don’t fit. The pants command us all! Calling for the destruction of the drive through coffee shops. As the world turns over and goes back to sleep. And we’re left to exist on our own, somewhere lost in eternity.

Looking for Something

Fatalshade — Fri, 05 Oct 2007 05:28:37 +0000

Where do we find the edge of the world? Where stuff happens and pigs fly. Looking for tomorrow in the depths of another’s soul. Searching for something that is not there to find. Something that sits… elsewhere.

Outstretched Wings Left Tattered

Fatalshade — Sat, 29 Sep 2007 00:53:56 +0000

Sometimes it seems that everything holds us back. That we’re not allowed to get ahead. To be happy. To find anything in this world that’s special. We fight onwards through life and at times nothing will go our way. Everything tries to stop us. Nothing works out the way it should. We’re left to flounder along just barely making it day to day. Perhaps there’s a reason for it though. If everything came easy would we appreciate what we do accomplish? Would we notice that small spark of magic when it shows itself to us? And if everyone could easily find those sparks would they not want it all to themselves? Humans fight each other as it is. Pull each other down, away from accomplishing our dreams. But just because that good in the world is so hard to find doesn’t mean we shouldn’t still look for it. Work towards it. Push on with everything we have. Even if our wings are left tattered, isn’t it better that we tried to fly?

Pandas Don’t Play Halo

Fatalshade — Thu, 13 Sep 2007 02:47:52 +0000

Have you ever had one of those days where nothing will make sense? You continually double take and find that you didn’t actually see what you thought you did. Or maybe you did, but it’s gone now and you’re not willing to even consider such silly things as possible. I mean seriously, pandas don’t play Halo. But sometimes you have to just let go of sensibility and reason and just believe.

Perhaps Fae really do walk the Earth, and that person really does have the wings you glimpsed out of the corner of your eye. Maybe that one tree that defies reason and thrives in the middle of a crowded city really does hold the secrets of life.

If we could all just dedicate ourselves to living. If we could look at this world with wonder. If we could accept the bizarre. if we could stop pulling everything apart and trying to explain it. Then just maybe we can bring some of the glory back to this world that seems to fade along side our youth.

All Just Clouds

Fatalshade — Tue, 11 Sep 2007 18:41:25 +0000

I watch the dark rolling hills and something in me longs to run out across them. Something indistinct tugs on me. Calls to me. Whispers of things better. Of things not quite so mundane. Perhaps there is something out there between the black hills and the darkening blue sky. Something just beyond the horizon. Always out of reach. Just past the edge of the world where all falls off into nothingness. But what is it that’s there? What tempts me so? Makes me want to throw everything to the wind and just go for it? Is that where the magic is? Where dragon’s sleep? Where fairies linger? Maybe, beyond the horizon, behind the end of site, there lies the joining of the circle. The beginning of the end and the end of the beginning. Past that horizon and into the unending blue there might be everything, and nothing, all in the same place and time. The Creator. The Destroyer. The Threads of Fate and The Map of Eternity. Fate. Destiny. Fame. Fortune. Bleak crushing despair. All might lie beyond that horizon. Beyond reach. Beyond knowledge. Beyond even understanding. Heaven. Hell. Nirvana. Valhalla. All past that line, past life. Maybe it’s curiosity that pulls me. Perhaps a sense of adventure. Or simply a need to know. Whatever it is, it demands that I do something. Step out onto those hills and run until I can run no more. Then flop down in the wispy tendrils and just bounce. But alas, my caution holds me back. Screams at me just a little louder that if I do I will plummet down to be smashed on the rocks below. And after all, I know in my head, if not in my heart, that they’re all just clouds

Twas a Dark and Stormy Night

Fatalshade — Mon, 10 Sep 2007 22:14:14 +0000

It was a dark and stormy night. That’s how it always starts, isn’t it? Wind and rain lashed against the windows. Thunder boomed every few minutes lightning raced across the sky. Anyone with any sense was inside. But our subject today does not have sense. Nor is our scene of any particular importance. Our subject sits on a roof. Yes it is raining, yes they are wet. Soaking in fact. But it is a warm night. Our subject doesn’t even notice the puddle they’re sitting in. They do not notice the bright flashes of light against the sky. They do not notice the few cars that scurry by down below. They simply sit. Nothing more and nothing less. Why do they sit you may ask? Well, we can’t be sure, not really. Can we actually be sure about anything? Can anything be completely accepted as truth by every person? Does it need to be in order to exist? But let us return to our subject, sitting on a roof on a stormy night. Perhaps they sit here because it is somehow calm in the middle of a storm. Perhaps they sit here because they have nowhere to go. Perhaps they’ve achieved a level of peace and balance that most of us can’t, and makes physical discomfort trivial. Or maybe, just maybe, it’s because our subject at hand is a flower pot.

We-Ha

Toby — Mon, 10 Sep 2007 21:50:10 +0000

Well… I’ve been saved from Something but in return I have to answer questions. What kind of questions you ask? Frankly, I don’t know yet. I’ve been put in charge of “Ask Toby” so ask questions and I’ll answer them. You can ask anything you want. Things about me, about the world, personal problems… and I have no choice but to answer them. So ask away and maybe they’ll let me go back home to Loch Ness

Toby