World End @ MindSay 
The story's filled with scattered lies...
Broken hearts and paradise
Before the ending that
No one seems to know...
I am just in the mood to sit here and wait for the end of the world. There are so many questions that I need to have answered. Will it be a death by natural causes or will it be a result of a self-inflicted wound? And there is always the possibility that it could be a tragic accident that brings about the end of this world. So here I shall sit and await the spectacle as it unfolds before my eyes. And then I will know...
It is a bit ironic that mankind feels that they are survivors on this planet when they have not even put in enough time to be considered such. The history shows that this species has only been walking the land for a brief instance in the four and a half billion year history of this world. And there have been so many survivors whose age was counted in the hundreds of millions of years who are no longer with us - they had a proven track record and yet they are now gone...
What makes these humans so sure that they will be around forever? In this cosmic crap shot, there are so many ways that this planet and all who occupy it can be eliminate - there are so many unknowns, so many forces to deal with. What if the planet takes a direct gamma ray burst? What if a black hole wonders close enough to the planet so that it is sucked into the void? What if mankind's understanding of the sun is grossly inadequate and the sun dies tomorrow? What if a big ole rock from the heavens hits the earth on a fault line and cracks it open like a big ole egg? I'd like my world over easy, thank you much...
And I want to be there when it happens though the chances of being granted my wish are slim at best. Maybe that my death will take me to another plane of existence from which I can watch the end unfold before me. Will there be fireworks or will it just fade away? I want to know...
But then again I want to be there to witness the last star in the universe as it flickers out of existence and the heavens are nothing but black in all directions - nothing for all eternity...
This is the Word of the AntiCrust as he awaits the End of the World...
Praise be ye who Read the Word for ye are Blessed amongst humans...
Before the ending that
No one seems to know...
I am just in the mood to sit here and wait for the end of the world. There are so many questions that I need to have answered. Will it be a death by natural causes or will it be a result of a self-inflicted wound? And there is always the possibility that it could be a tragic accident that brings about the end of this world. So here I shall sit and await the spectacle as it unfolds before my eyes. And then I will know...
It is a bit ironic that mankind feels that they are survivors on this planet when they have not even put in enough time to be considered such. The history shows that this species has only been walking the land for a brief instance in the four and a half billion year history of this world. And there have been so many survivors whose age was counted in the hundreds of millions of years who are no longer with us - they had a proven track record and yet they are now gone...
What makes these humans so sure that they will be around forever? In this cosmic crap shot, there are so many ways that this planet and all who occupy it can be eliminate - there are so many unknowns, so many forces to deal with. What if the planet takes a direct gamma ray burst? What if a black hole wonders close enough to the planet so that it is sucked into the void? What if mankind's understanding of the sun is grossly inadequate and the sun dies tomorrow? What if a big ole rock from the heavens hits the earth on a fault line and cracks it open like a big ole egg? I'd like my world over easy, thank you much...
And I want to be there when it happens though the chances of being granted my wish are slim at best. Maybe that my death will take me to another plane of existence from which I can watch the end unfold before me. Will there be fireworks or will it just fade away? I want to know...
But then again I want to be there to witness the last star in the universe as it flickers out of existence and the heavens are nothing but black in all directions - nothing for all eternity...
This is the Word of the AntiCrust as he awaits the End of the World...
Praise be ye who Read the Word for ye are Blessed amongst humans...
When you wish upon a farce...
If I was a Horseman of the Apocalypse, I'd be "War," but I'd also be suing for breach of contract right now:
If you can't even live in a burrow for seven months for THE END OF THE WORLD, you suck. Seriously, it's not like you're ever going to get the chance to do this over. Tomorrow, the sun will come up on four unemployed horseman. In May, the trumpets and bowls will sit undisturbed. All this just because some little cultish wannabes couldn't stay in their cave through April. Weak, guys. Just pathetic... We don't even get a ritual suicide from these weak people? So sad.
Seven women who had holed up in a cave for months other members of a Russian cult awaiting the end of the world emerged Friday night and were being treated by emergency workers, regional officials said.Look, if you people can't wait until the Apocalypse is underway, you're too weak and stupid to call yourselves a cult. Jeebus, the Hail-Bopp r-tards killed themselves. The Jonestown brats killed people, then killed themselves.
More than two dozen others remained behind but were expected to come out as early as Saturday, the governor's office said.
About 35 members of the Christian cult entered the cave near the village of Nikolskoye, 400 miles southeast of Moscow, in early November to await the end of the world, which they expected in May. They threatened to detonate gas canisters if police tried to remove them by force.
If you can't even live in a burrow for seven months for THE END OF THE WORLD, you suck. Seriously, it's not like you're ever going to get the chance to do this over. Tomorrow, the sun will come up on four unemployed horseman. In May, the trumpets and bowls will sit undisturbed. All this just because some little cultish wannabes couldn't stay in their cave through April. Weak, guys. Just pathetic... We don't even get a ritual suicide from these weak people? So sad.
I look at the world and I notice it's turning...
While my guitar gently weeps
With every mistake we must surely be learning
Still my guitar gently weeps...
And the storms of November came crashing upon the world around me, and all things that are part of my reality are under siege as I sit here safe and warm looking out on the world that is in the midst of change. It is a glorious day that I see before me as the rains and the wind conspire to strip the leaves from all trees. The end of pleasant weather is nigh and soon we shall be in the grasp of a wintry Hell from which we cannot escape for the Fates have ordained that we shall remain in this land for all times...
The beginning of the end is wondrous in its very nature for it is so much more unpredictable than the beginning or the end. What can I expect as I sit here and watch all that is before me? What will happen next? Will it be a sudden change or will be gradual, savoring each and every second until the end finally steps forward and announces that here it is and here it will remain?
And the world has changed greatly and will continue to change as I sit here thinking it's unusual that an older woman, maybe late 50s or early 60s sits about 10 feet from me listening to her iPod while reading Calvin and Hobbes. And the world has many great mysteries such as this as I sit in this bookstore watching as people make mad dashes from their cars to the doors of the store. And I watch the rain and I am filled with joy and I marvel at it all and in all things. It is amazing that as good as I feel there are many surrounding me who look as if their worlds had come to an end - it is as if I have sucked all the joy from their souls and I have kept it all to my self. Maybe this is so though I shall never know the truth behind this and so many other mysteries that surround me...
And I sit and watch the world that surrounds me after doing all the work that I needed to do for this day. And I sit and watch the man in the three-piece suit who at first I assumed to be closer to my age though I have come to realize that he is of an age far greater than mine. He sits before his laptop and appears to be stumped by what he see before his eyes, then the light bulb is turned on and his fingers begin to work the keyboard, then the light is switched of and he stares blankly as if he had lost the battle, wash, rinse, repeat over and over...
As I sit here watching the rain, it becomes apparent to me that technology has been infiltrating those who are far older than I. It may be possible that I just have not given it much thought or that I have not had so many examples near me to turn on my own personal light bulb. And now the three-piece suit man has closed his laptop and just looks disgusted and such are the ways of technology for as they make life so much simpler, they also have a tendency to make life incredibly difficult of the gods of the computer age do not smile upon thee. And as I sit, another soul is sacrificed upon the alter of the Digital Age and the man is left to drum with his fingers upon the case of his instrument of self-destruction...
The rains have slowed and the winds have died down, and I wonder when I will find the motivation to make another attempt at writing the Great American Novel. I know it will probably never happen for I know myself well though I continue to believe that one day I will go beyond 10 pages and will complete a tale that will be passed down through the ages and will be made into numerous movies and sequels and will have a run on Broadway that will never be eclipsed and will become part of the curriculum of every major university of across this big blue orb. So such is the tale that I weave for my life that I haven't written yet and while it is epic in scope, it will end much as Walt Disney would wish it to...
My brief stop has been productive and I believe that with the lull in the storm that was raging around me, I shall conclude my daily exercise in the written word and I shall go out into the world and see what I can discover about all things...
This is the Word of the AntiCrust...
Praise be ye who Read the Word for ye are Blessed amongst humans...
With every mistake we must surely be learning
Still my guitar gently weeps...
And the storms of November came crashing upon the world around me, and all things that are part of my reality are under siege as I sit here safe and warm looking out on the world that is in the midst of change. It is a glorious day that I see before me as the rains and the wind conspire to strip the leaves from all trees. The end of pleasant weather is nigh and soon we shall be in the grasp of a wintry Hell from which we cannot escape for the Fates have ordained that we shall remain in this land for all times...
The beginning of the end is wondrous in its very nature for it is so much more unpredictable than the beginning or the end. What can I expect as I sit here and watch all that is before me? What will happen next? Will it be a sudden change or will be gradual, savoring each and every second until the end finally steps forward and announces that here it is and here it will remain?
And the world has changed greatly and will continue to change as I sit here thinking it's unusual that an older woman, maybe late 50s or early 60s sits about 10 feet from me listening to her iPod while reading Calvin and Hobbes. And the world has many great mysteries such as this as I sit in this bookstore watching as people make mad dashes from their cars to the doors of the store. And I watch the rain and I am filled with joy and I marvel at it all and in all things. It is amazing that as good as I feel there are many surrounding me who look as if their worlds had come to an end - it is as if I have sucked all the joy from their souls and I have kept it all to my self. Maybe this is so though I shall never know the truth behind this and so many other mysteries that surround me...
And I sit and watch the world that surrounds me after doing all the work that I needed to do for this day. And I sit and watch the man in the three-piece suit who at first I assumed to be closer to my age though I have come to realize that he is of an age far greater than mine. He sits before his laptop and appears to be stumped by what he see before his eyes, then the light bulb is turned on and his fingers begin to work the keyboard, then the light is switched of and he stares blankly as if he had lost the battle, wash, rinse, repeat over and over...
As I sit here watching the rain, it becomes apparent to me that technology has been infiltrating those who are far older than I. It may be possible that I just have not given it much thought or that I have not had so many examples near me to turn on my own personal light bulb. And now the three-piece suit man has closed his laptop and just looks disgusted and such are the ways of technology for as they make life so much simpler, they also have a tendency to make life incredibly difficult of the gods of the computer age do not smile upon thee. And as I sit, another soul is sacrificed upon the alter of the Digital Age and the man is left to drum with his fingers upon the case of his instrument of self-destruction...
The rains have slowed and the winds have died down, and I wonder when I will find the motivation to make another attempt at writing the Great American Novel. I know it will probably never happen for I know myself well though I continue to believe that one day I will go beyond 10 pages and will complete a tale that will be passed down through the ages and will be made into numerous movies and sequels and will have a run on Broadway that will never be eclipsed and will become part of the curriculum of every major university of across this big blue orb. So such is the tale that I weave for my life that I haven't written yet and while it is epic in scope, it will end much as Walt Disney would wish it to...
My brief stop has been productive and I believe that with the lull in the storm that was raging around me, I shall conclude my daily exercise in the written word and I shall go out into the world and see what I can discover about all things...
This is the Word of the AntiCrust...
Praise be ye who Read the Word for ye are Blessed amongst humans...
A Twenty-first Century Man in a Nineteenth Century Town...
Yep, I know that I usually throw some song lyrics in here for thinking of titles is not the easiest thing to do in the world, but I had this title pop into my head whilst I was driving so I shall go with it...
At birth my soul was black, black as the coal that came from the ground in my town, black as the oil that lubricated the machinery for I was born in a northern industrial town. And all I knew and all that were around me work in the industries that kept this country going...
As I grew into a teenager the world changed just as I was changing. The industrial revolution had come to an end. Just as the French Revolution came to a violent bloody close, so did massive steel and brick structures that were once home to industry. It was not a pretty sight, it was not a marvel to behold, it was a cancer that spread throughout the land, an incurable plague that destroyed everything from within. Open sores upon the walls that will never heal, rust - the color of blood - pours from the bowels, the plug has been pulled for there is no saving that which cannot be saved. A prayer has been said over the dying and absolution granted for the sins of the past can never be forgiven by mortal men, it must come from above...
As I reached and am living through my adult years on the slow march to the end, the world that I knew so long ago is walking the same path as I am. We find ourselves being plowed under by the march of history. My body slowly decays as I keep marching on, parts do not work as they once did, pains come from places that I never knew existed, I know relatively speaking that my journey will be over soon and yet I keep marching. My world as I have experienced throughout these many years has suffered the same fate as I though it has done so at an accelerated rate for it is far older than I. Much of what I had known as a child is gone, gone forever. Much of the achievements of my ancestors have been buried deep within the soil never to see the light of day. The rusting hulks of many of its parts sit idle as if they were Twenty-first Century Monoliths and that attract many visitors who gaze upon them and wonder what they were used for, what strange peoples created such large monuments to industry, what strange religions did these people practice? And soon just as I, they will be gone, just a faded memory in the minds of the elderly. Tales of their might will be passed down from generation to generation so that possibly at some far off distant time they will be compiled and written down in some great tome that will survive long after even their memory has faded...
My soul has become the color of rust and there is nothing I can do to stop the decay. Eventually all the strength will be gone from the materials that I have been made from, and I will become a pile of dust upon the ground that the rains will wash away. What remains will be washed into the sea and I will be again reborn to begin this journey anew, but the same fate cannot be said of the world I once knew for when it's gone, it will be gone forever much like the dinosaurs that once roamed this land, they will be know only by the fossils that they have left behind...
And so I sit here and ponder such things while thinking that there is a strange beauty in the browns and reds of these rusting hulks of industry. The brickwork will remain much longer like so many ancient cities that are seen only as walls and floors. Fragments of glass in window frames created intricate patterns that man will never be able to replicate. A stray beam of sunlight sparkles from the shards that once kept the elements from wreaking havoc upon the delicate structures that were held within. And what remains within are mere shadows of what once was for the tomb robbers have long since stripped all the jewels and precious metals from within these ancient burial grounds. Fragments of ancient texts can be seen upon the walls awaiting the day when someone will decipher all that they contain. The fires that once raged deep within the hearths have all grown cold and only ashes remain...
But what of the people, why haven't the skeletons been found? Did some great catastrophe destroy their world and force them to move onto better places? Why are there no bodies? This is a mystery that we may never know the answer to...
And I sit here fearing that I have become a northern industrial town...
This is the Word of the AntiCrust...
Praise be ye who Read the Word for ye are Blessed amongst humans...
At birth my soul was black, black as the coal that came from the ground in my town, black as the oil that lubricated the machinery for I was born in a northern industrial town. And all I knew and all that were around me work in the industries that kept this country going...
As I grew into a teenager the world changed just as I was changing. The industrial revolution had come to an end. Just as the French Revolution came to a violent bloody close, so did massive steel and brick structures that were once home to industry. It was not a pretty sight, it was not a marvel to behold, it was a cancer that spread throughout the land, an incurable plague that destroyed everything from within. Open sores upon the walls that will never heal, rust - the color of blood - pours from the bowels, the plug has been pulled for there is no saving that which cannot be saved. A prayer has been said over the dying and absolution granted for the sins of the past can never be forgiven by mortal men, it must come from above...
As I reached and am living through my adult years on the slow march to the end, the world that I knew so long ago is walking the same path as I am. We find ourselves being plowed under by the march of history. My body slowly decays as I keep marching on, parts do not work as they once did, pains come from places that I never knew existed, I know relatively speaking that my journey will be over soon and yet I keep marching. My world as I have experienced throughout these many years has suffered the same fate as I though it has done so at an accelerated rate for it is far older than I. Much of what I had known as a child is gone, gone forever. Much of the achievements of my ancestors have been buried deep within the soil never to see the light of day. The rusting hulks of many of its parts sit idle as if they were Twenty-first Century Monoliths and that attract many visitors who gaze upon them and wonder what they were used for, what strange peoples created such large monuments to industry, what strange religions did these people practice? And soon just as I, they will be gone, just a faded memory in the minds of the elderly. Tales of their might will be passed down from generation to generation so that possibly at some far off distant time they will be compiled and written down in some great tome that will survive long after even their memory has faded...
My soul has become the color of rust and there is nothing I can do to stop the decay. Eventually all the strength will be gone from the materials that I have been made from, and I will become a pile of dust upon the ground that the rains will wash away. What remains will be washed into the sea and I will be again reborn to begin this journey anew, but the same fate cannot be said of the world I once knew for when it's gone, it will be gone forever much like the dinosaurs that once roamed this land, they will be know only by the fossils that they have left behind...
And so I sit here and ponder such things while thinking that there is a strange beauty in the browns and reds of these rusting hulks of industry. The brickwork will remain much longer like so many ancient cities that are seen only as walls and floors. Fragments of glass in window frames created intricate patterns that man will never be able to replicate. A stray beam of sunlight sparkles from the shards that once kept the elements from wreaking havoc upon the delicate structures that were held within. And what remains within are mere shadows of what once was for the tomb robbers have long since stripped all the jewels and precious metals from within these ancient burial grounds. Fragments of ancient texts can be seen upon the walls awaiting the day when someone will decipher all that they contain. The fires that once raged deep within the hearths have all grown cold and only ashes remain...
But what of the people, why haven't the skeletons been found? Did some great catastrophe destroy their world and force them to move onto better places? Why are there no bodies? This is a mystery that we may never know the answer to...
And I sit here fearing that I have become a northern industrial town...
This is the Word of the AntiCrust...
Praise be ye who Read the Word for ye are Blessed amongst humans...
Instant karmas gonna get you...
Gonna knock you right on the head
You better get yourself together
Pretty soon you're gonna be dead...
And all the power and the glory of the end of days for such is my career as a machinist...
I know I have prophesized my demise in days long gone past, but this time it feels different, it feels far closer to reality, it feels as if it were a given...
In my long and varied career in the realm of manual labour, there are things that I know for certain, and I know that once a member of management decides that an employee would be better off doing something else as a means for providing his or her daily bread, it will happen one way or another. Once a couple of jobs ago, it happened to me before, but that time I allowed myself to voluntarily terminate my employment, and I vowed that it would never end that way again. And it shan't for I will force them to do it on their own, and they are the one who will have to live with the consequences for in this world what goes around comes around - the circle will not be broken...
Karma is a groovy thing; just ask my former manager who forced me out of that job so many years gone passed...
And around and around this world turns on its journey through space and around and my thoughts turn for this is my fate in this existence - to think about the world as it turns. As one door closes another opens, as one day ends another begins, and such is life...
I suppose I should be angry about the entire situation that I find myself in, but that is not the case. I just go about my job awaiting the end...
This is the Word of the AntiCrust...
Praise be ye who Read the Word for ye are Blessed amongst humans...
You better get yourself together
Pretty soon you're gonna be dead...
And all the power and the glory of the end of days for such is my career as a machinist...
I know I have prophesized my demise in days long gone past, but this time it feels different, it feels far closer to reality, it feels as if it were a given...
In my long and varied career in the realm of manual labour, there are things that I know for certain, and I know that once a member of management decides that an employee would be better off doing something else as a means for providing his or her daily bread, it will happen one way or another. Once a couple of jobs ago, it happened to me before, but that time I allowed myself to voluntarily terminate my employment, and I vowed that it would never end that way again. And it shan't for I will force them to do it on their own, and they are the one who will have to live with the consequences for in this world what goes around comes around - the circle will not be broken...
Karma is a groovy thing; just ask my former manager who forced me out of that job so many years gone passed...
And around and around this world turns on its journey through space and around and my thoughts turn for this is my fate in this existence - to think about the world as it turns. As one door closes another opens, as one day ends another begins, and such is life...
I suppose I should be angry about the entire situation that I find myself in, but that is not the case. I just go about my job awaiting the end...
This is the Word of the AntiCrust...
Praise be ye who Read the Word for ye are Blessed amongst humans...
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