The lines have blurred for me, writing The Arcane Diary, and so too, might they for you.
Read on, with caution, at arcanediary.com. It’s mostly free. You know you want to…
Category: Quick Reads
Web novel is a paradox, an oxymoron, a dichotomy
- Novel design, web delivery
more on this somewhere…
A Horrid Realization
Ritual abusers,
in whatever stripe they come –
Their ceremonies
You know the ones…
They’re supposed to represent life:
A life
From conception
That’s the part they show in movies –
Birth
Voila
To death
All represented neatly
In one ceremony
Cool right?
Clever even
But despicable beyond all reason
And it gets worse
You’d think, oh
At least it’s over
For the poor thing
Wrong!
That’s the very point of the rite
Not just the blood
The essence
The life energy
But the soul
A slave is born
A slave
To a slave
In a farm
To make more
The bottom
Of this depravity
I fear
We have not reached
Yet
We need to free those souls trapped
That cannot be permitted to stand
These are vile creatures
With a black hole for a soul
And no amount of hell-bound souls
Enslaved
Can feed what has no bottom
an IT conspiracy
think about it
they’re everywhere
in every company
they manage the pipelines
design, maintain
the routes of the most sensitive data
now, of course, there’s cryptography
that’s great at keeping individual bits locked
but zoom out further
every IT professional
either work for a company with robust protocols to keep their data safe
or work for a company that works for another, with non-disclosure agreements up the wazoo
So that’s fine; all the data stays tucked away, high in the cloud
But what’s between the lines?
What can be inferred by what is not said?
Which companies have agreements with whom?
And the boots on the ground, they know where at least some of the bodies are buried
They know what they’re asked to do and not do
But they have an idea of what is what and what goes where
So, in the lines between what is not said, as much from what is
Could be pieced together the most valuable
Dangerous and incendiary secrets
the arcane diary posits a fairly simple question
a simple question
with enormous repercussions
what if it all were true?
myth
scripture
fiction
the ethereal realm of imagination
if something can exist only there,
where is that, exactly?
Elsewhere –
to my Earthican friendsDead man’s switch
Rigged to pop if anything happens. Haha, fuck you. My safety and well-being are now your priority, asshole.
Dead switch, indeed.
end loop
parse documents
extract meaning
make sense
make notes
ask questions
seek information
~end loop~pirate meets ninja
The criminal underworld meets the actual underworld.
Bloody, violent, and add a romantic Mediterranean twist
theirs is a love of
A Thousand Lifetimes
Hell Mouth
You say Hell Mouth, I say wormhole
