Cynthia felt Aseneth’s hands upon her shoulders suddenly, though she was certain she had not seen him movie from his position upon the bed. Even knowing him as she did, it sent a chill down her spine that he could do such a thing. She wanted to pull away and yet something held her in place. He was like one of those predators that paralyzed its pray before moving in for the final strike. Long elegant fingers, which were meant to play the piano, instead strummed across her arms, and played her own cords.

She swooned in a moments weakness before she snapped back to herself and drew away at last, momentarily breathless as she spun around to face him. Her eyes wide, and the usual hard sharpness gone, instead she pleaded. Begged with him not to tempt her, less she prove weak. Even after all these years, he had not lost his touch, perhaps she should not have come here, and yet she knew that she would not have, had there been any other choice. “Please,” the word came out hoarse, and was not one often spoken by her. “I have come for your help. After all I have sacrificed, after everything I worked for, I will not have what should be mind stolen away by the unworthy.” In her anger she found strength and conviction again which helped to steady her once more and firmed her resolve within her mind.

Aseneth did not appear angered by her rejection, and to take offense seemed far beyond him, yet, there was perhaps a sadness in his face, though it was only a subtle flicker, which perhaps could be mistaken for a play of shadow and light. His voice would remain unchanged. “Of course my dear. It was a sad day when you left, but I shall ever bet at your service.”

Cynthia gave a start at his words, and her head gave just the slightest incline to one side. “You are not being cynical are you?” She questioned in earnest. She could sense there was something about him, that was not his usual, though deep within her, feelings of guilt did stir, after all how long had it really been sense she walked out? And she only came back now to ask favor.

“Me a cynic? Never my dear,” he said, without true humor in his voice, but there was a serious sort of sincerity, and yet she felt there was something lingering there of which he left unsaid, but soon enough he would resume his speech, and all else would be left to the wayside, for one to wonder, if it were only but illusion and misperception. “You will have to bring me a lock of your rival’s hair, as well, you must claim her mask.”

That is all, she thought to herself, all she had to do, was somehow clip a lock of hair, and then steal the mask of a woman of whom she barely knew, and of whom she had no personal association and affection. As if reading her very thoughts Aseneth would come to speak once more. “History has never shown such trickery and deceptions to altar the course of fate to be easy my dear, if they were then you would not be here. If this is what you really want, you shall find a way to make it so.”

She gave a start at his words, he had a way of reading people, and he always knew what they were thinking, by the slightest hints and clues that most gave no notice to, or placed any importance on. “It is not like you to be so bitter.” She could not help but to feel somewhat wounded by the inflection of his voice.

His musical laughter filled the room. “First I am cynical and then I am bitter.” There was a cold humor that had creped into his tone, that was chilling and unlike him. “Have I said a single thing that was not truth? Have I denied you anything? I shall do all within my power to see that you are happy, that you have what it is you want, and what have I ever asked for in return?”

She knew the answer to that question, though it was nothing he had ever with words requested it was always there unspoken, and she could bring herself to say nothing of it. “I am forever grateful to you. You know you have always been my dearest confidant. The only one that has ever understood me. Let us not be quarrelsome now.”

“I only hope that you are happy, I do mean that with the whole of my heart,” he would say with a certain resignation as he retreated once more to recline against the bed, “bring me what I have requested, and I shall give you what you seek.”

There was finality in his words and Cynthia knew there was nothing more she could say.

Death of Music

Sound speaks

Rhythm broken down

a melody dissected

while harmony is logicized

soul begins to disappear

searching for answers

only erases the question

diminished to something meaningless.

A drop of tear

enough to bring the music back

revisit what has been stolen

by the need to analyze

sadness in the scattered parts.

Understanding does not always

live inside the head, where

destructive forces dwell

but through the skin absorbing

the spirit into the cells to be

carried away, not ingested

in the heart muscle but

the inner heart.

Though I do not care for him as an author, I still rather liked this quote by him

The belief in a supernatural source of evil is not necessary; men alone are quite capable of every wickedness--Joespeh Conrad 

I am sure most of us are famillar with the expression a rock and a hard place, but where did it first come from? Most common beleif is that it came from Greek Mythology.

There were two great sea monsters one called Scylla and the other called Charybdis and they lived on opposite sides of a narrow channel such that if one would try to and aviod Charybdis they would pass too close to Scylla and vica verse. In fact from this came the expression between Scylla and Charybdis.

But it is beleived that overtime Scylla transformed into a dangerous outcropping of rock which is said to still be there today and it is from Scylla and Charybdis that the term a rock and a hard place orginated to describe a difficult posistion.

I do not really dicuss politics very often in my blog becasue I like to be a little more off beat and there are plently of other poeple doing that, but now and then I will come acorss something that I cannot ignore.

I am sure many of you whom actually pay attention to such things, have heard all the latest buzz around Hilary's interveiw on Fox, and the whole thing about her obviously forced and sometimes misplaced laughter, as if she were told to laugh more in order to appear more human or as if she had human emotion.

First Jon Stwewart on the Daily Show was talking about it, and it was pretty funny, but then the people on the radio morning show I listen to were talking about it, and I have to admit, hearing it played just on the radio without the visuals, it really does sound like the insane laughter of a crazy person, and it is quite unsettaling.

I speak in tounges, ok maybe not exzactly but close enough. For reasons I cannot explain, or do not understand, and for a good long while now, I have the habbit of breaking into spontanous and random accents now and then, and it is nothing I do on purpose or intentionally just to be funny, but rather it happens quite unconciously, I will be about to say something when all the sudden for some unknown reason it will come out in some such accent, and I will just be thinking, why am I talking like this?

Also for some reason, when I try and talk on the phone, it is like I am from New Jersey suddenly. I will be on the phone and the word call will become cawl, and when trying to give my phone number the numbers 8 and 3 will somehow become one number like eightree.

And I have a varity of accents that I do, sometimes it is east coase, sometimes it is British, or Irish, I think I have done a little German and Russian before as well. I do not do southern very often, though now and then a yall will slip out.

The thing that is really funny, is that if I try to do an accent on purpose, I cannot, I am incapable or speaking in mock accents, at least doing so willfully, but when they just slip out on thier own, it will be like perfect.

This is one of my faveorite images of the Horned One that I have yet to come acorss.

Here is a link to the artist Gallery

http://www.epilogue.net/cgi/database/art/list.pl?gallery=18524&genre=2

Well as of yesturday the new season of House began, and it started with a bang, with a rather unique case as usual. In the season finally House ended up loosing his entire team, the three doctors that worked under him and that he bounced ideas off of and such. Becasue one of them decided to quit, after loosing a pateint, and then House fired another one just out of spite, so with two of them gone the last decided to leave.

So he had been spending all his time, just playing his guitar in his office, not doing anything untill his boss finally decided to make him work. So she more or less tricked/convinced him to look at this new case, by making a sort of bet with him, as she was certain he would not be able to solve the case on his own and he told her he could do it without needing a team.

So he takes the case, and ends up recuriting a janiotor just to bounce ideas off of, becasue that is how he use to working, untill it gets found out that he did it, and then his boss put out a memo telling know one to cooperate with him to force him to finally get a new team.

But anyway, the case itself, there were thes two girls that were of the same basic body type, age, haircut, and so forth, that were in this building that collapesed, and initially they both were still alive, and I cannot remeber what thier names were but we will call one Judy and the other Lisa.

So House is assigend to Lisa, becasue she is have these unexpected complications, and in the course of things, he uncoveres all these secerts about her, that her mother and boyfriend did not know, first he finds out that she was depressed and seeing a pyschrsist and on anti-depressents that were reacting badly to some other medication they gave her, then he finds out she had had an abororition and was on the pill, but the boyfrined claimed that was not possible and they both wanted to have kids, and it was like she had this whole seceret life, and then lastly, it turned up that she was alegeric to something that she should never have been allergic to. So House is trying to figure out what was going on.

When finally he realized that the girl had been misidentified becaue both the women had badly scared faces and that Lisa was really Judy, and in the meantime, the real Lisa had died a couple days ago.

And then the show ended with him finally decdiding to intervew for a new team.

The Lady's Decision

Caught in the glittering eye of gold

the ring turned round within her fingers

pale in comparison, the wind whipped

against her face in the tussles of fire

red

break away

It whispered while the sea

caressed brutally upon the rocks

below, the long green reed grasses

upon the bluff of her standing

wisped around her fawn legs

break away

The water churned in their

midnight tumult, the folds of

her dress dancing violently

with no gaiety, even the silks

as they swished together taunted

in her ear

break away

So the ring flew from her fingers

and into the abyss it tumbles

while she imagined some gapping

kraken swallowed it up and her

stomach lurched, her cheeks stained

salty, but even her heart steadily said

break away

She would stop before the door of the room she remembered well. Her hand came up and her fingers curled into a fist before she would rap her knuckles against the wood, and waited. It would not be long of a wait before the door swung open, and her severe gaze would fall upon the rather familiar figure that now filled the doorway. It was hard for even her to repress a smile in his presence.

From a distance, and well hell, even up close, without personally knowing him, it was near to impossible to determine, if he truly were male or female. He was a true rarity, and a specimen of genuine androgenis beauty. For him it was all natural he did not need to use any artificial means to help perfect the look. He was like an angel fallen that had lost his wings. Walking down the street, he could make anyone, man or woman, regardless of their sexual preference stop and look twice. Of course it was no surprise that he was always a favorite in The Devil’s Den.  

His angular face of pure beauty was framed on the sides by his long black hair which shone in its lustrous silky health. While his smile alone was enough to make a person tingle from head to toe “My dear, it has been a long time” His sultry tantalizing voice that almost came as a melody would just caress her ears. He was near impossible for even the firmest of resolve to resist, and the thing that made it all the more agonizing, was he did it all without trying. He was genuine. He did not look to deceive others, nor even was it his pure intention to seduce, but there was an almost innocence to his seductive power, it came without thought, without practice.

He turned from the door and moved like a wisp, his flowing garments, that were intended to further confuse, and added to the illusion of his sexlessness of his angelic being, would ripple upon the air while the material succulently caresses his skin, and it was with the all the grace of an unearthly dancer that he did move. Truly it was as if he glided across the floor. There was both a swiftness and yet softness to the motion. “It has been a long time.” His voice, warm, compassionate, and yet it did not betray either anger at her long albescence or any great elation at their reunion.

Cynthia would step inside the room as she closed the door behind her. The room was just as she remembered it. There was a large bed within the center of the room, with a velvet violet canopy draping down from the solid wooden posts. Black silken curtains fell across the windows. The walls were made of wood, in which lamps were hung upon brackets, in the place of preferred candles, which had been ruled as too much of a fire hazard. Against one wall was a rather intricate Victorian era vanity with a large antique mirror, and covering over the floor, was heavenly soft carpet.

Aseneth would come to recline back upon the bed, as one of his legs was stretched out upon the bed in front of him, the other leg hung over the edge of the bed, as he propped against one of his elbows, while he watched her with his steady gaze, of gray green eyes. “To what do I owe such a pleasure as your company my dear?” His voice, like a soft purr spoken without sarcasm but also without affection, and yet in sentiment he was sincere.

“I have been dealt a cruel and unfair hand. I was deceived and betrayed.” Cynthia would state as she stood seeming awkward in the room, even her words seemed awkward, though Aseneth had always been her greatest confidant; she still guarded herself against him. She could not trust herself in the face of his charms, but she was determined to remain in command of herself. She would not face him as she spoke but kept her head looking straight a head of her, while her body seemed rigid and tense, though she did her best to control her words. Not to let her anger get the best of her. Giving her voice harshness. “That Crone, she had promised she would give ME her blessing. I was to be the chosen one.” With her last words she now quickly turned to face him, for a moment her face was offered in a desperate plea before the vulnerability would be sewn up tight once more. He listened to all of this in stoic silence, but he did feel for her, her pain was his pain.

On speical request, here are the recpieps for such foods as intended to be cooked during the Moon Festival.

Mooncakes:

INGREDIENTS:

 

PREPARATION:

For anyone who is intrestred and for more informaiton, her is the link where I got the informaiton about the Moon festival from:

http://chinesefood.about.com/od/mooncake/a/moonfestival.htm

The one thing that presesentily seems to baffle me time and time again, is how is it, people consistently seem to lack knowlege on how to properly use a bathroom. I just never understand it whenever I have to use a public restroom, how difficult it seems for some people to get things right, and the things they manage to do in the bathroom. I mean presumbely most of these people have bathrooms at home, and surely they do not make such a shambles of thier own bathrooms at home, so it really should not be that difficult to take the same knowelege they apply at home, and use in any other restroom they use, as last time I checked they all worked in the same basic way. Pretty standard stuff.

The thing that fruther really blows my mind, is the issues I see sometimes in the restrooms at school. As upon a college campus, presumbly the only people using those bathrooms, should be suppoedly educated adults, and yet they cannot figure out the basics of tolit paper, goes in the bowl and then you flush.

Hmmm, I wonder.

This is something I saw on one of my calanders and I found it intresting so I decided to do some looking into it, and this is what I found about it.

Hotel

Snip it

quipped

on a yawn

while white noise

blares and a passage

of morning light allows

only words

that make no sense

but lets the time

pass

scribbling on

a post-it note

or maybe not

quite that.

but at least it

was something

unimaginative

dribble

to amuse

the mind

Time Never Ended

Fallen

feathers like dust

in the wind

star eyes

blacked out

tongue gets stuck

with every attempt

to speak

vital muscle

pumps life flow

crying out

the moons light

only swallowed in the sky

one might wonder

the time

overflowing

to the brim

the chalice well

only a tear

that taste like wine

what has been

sought was never

lost.

Lovers Moon

I stand beneath

moons glowing light

my body baptized

by the goddess and

it is for you I wait.

Each hoof beat strikes

the ground in time with

my heart, quickening pace

as you draw near.

The horse rises in the

distance, while you

sit astride, and make

me quake inside.

To me you would come

and twine my arms around

you I would, pulling you

down to me.

Our lips would meet

and for a moment heaven

found within your kiss

painful would be the part.

But soon it should be

more then our lips that

would join, and our bodies

would come together as one.

To the skies I would

cry and let the stars

weep their envy

while I give my pleasure

to you and you take sweet

ecstasy from me.

Let your strong hands

hold firm upon my

yearning flesh

may you be tender yet

fierce, hot burning passion

and love filled with lust.

Your name spoken to

the gods upon my lips

while our flesh melds

into one.

Together we shall lie

entwined in our own

love knot and our hearts

beat to the same rhythm

our fate together sealed.