| Berig | Created on Thursday, 30 March 2006 18:13 |
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I have lived to see great orators and statesmen tarnish a brilliant record by betraying those who placed them in power; they fall out of grace, smeared and labeled with the brush of corruption. I have lived to see the greatest of all shining houses crumble to dirt and decay. Traitors and pretenders to a self-proclaimed throne, the current inhabitants live in the filth of decadence and self-delusion. Sometimes I see people puffed up with self importance and spouting philosophy or preaching morality and I want to take them and shake the pretense right out of them. "What do you know?" I want to yell. "What do you REALLY know?" They know nothing. They do not know or care about those that came before. They accept the privileges of those who came before as if they think it is their RIGHT. And they seem to think that by riding on the coat-tails of their predecessors, whom they most likely can?t even name, that they have also accomplished something great. It is pathetic and pitiable and one of the great ironies of this day and age. I have lived through disillusionment, lies and betrayal. Lovers come and go; I have come to realize that what is valuable in life are friendships that transcend time and space. Amusing isn't it? To hear an avowed cynic talk of love and friendship? But it is true. These things stand when all else turns to dust. My name is Tycho and I am newly engaged to Gamine Curie. Perhaps it is this that has changed me, makes me see the world as if it is a place filled with possibility. I find myself wanting to rhapsodize about her steady gaze and the fullness of her lips. I wish to do nothing more than sing her praises to the sky. I had always seen her as a friend, nothing more. A steady, true friend, but not someone integral to my life and future happiness. She was just plain, ordinary, good friend Gamine. All it took was a single lingering look. A glance held too long. And the dynamics changed. Her once familiar face was filled with a sudden mysterious beauty and I found myself drowning in the depths of her eyes. Good god, Endotime, give me a whiff of your feet. Give me a jolt of odor so foul it will restore my sense of equilibrium! Through all I have lived through and seen nothing has quite prepared me for becoming Consort to Gamine Curie. ~ Tycho Curie |
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