A TIMELY DEATH:

Out of time, and Time yet again

The old man looks on, with anxious eyes. They gather around, just like all the other times, some mingling and communing, others keeping to themselves, but all of them watching just the same.

The old man knows what's coming, and so do they.

Some resent him... yet some are fond of him...
To some he brought gifts, joy & good times... yet to others he may have well brought misery, demise, & bad times.

Course, he could'nt do much about those that brought either to themselves.

Many came, and many left for good during his stay.
Trends took off, and trends died.
There was creation, and there was destruction.

It all repeats itself in the end and he knows this.

He nervously fiddles with his beard, as the hours flash by.

His sole comfort is the now tattered banner that hangs loosely over his withering body. The banner he so proudly wore back then upon his arrival - greeted with a glorious reception full of fireworks and much drink. It had been a good time indeed. His sole comfort, yet a mockery of sorts at the same time.

The sentence that had been passed unto him would inevitably come to pass. It came with the job... that's just the way it was and always had been. His predecessors knew it, and just about each and every one witnessing it knows it all too well. Why, you might ask? It's simple, really. To most if not all of those watching, he will not be the first to fall at the ringing of that hour.

Yes, that hour, fast approaching, every second a heavy thud as the hands of time make their laps around the face of the clock.

Tick tock... Tick tock...

A bead of sweat, then another, and another, emerge and crawl down the old mans furrowed expression. He can't escape. None ever have. With a heavy sigh, he takes a deep breath and does what many prisoners of his position would do...

He lights a cigarette and calms his nerves.

His eyes scan the floor tiles, the walls, and then his own hands. How fast age came. It seemed as if one minute he was in his festive youth, and the next, he was nearing the end of his time. As he slowly allowed the smoke to pour out of his lungs and roll off his lips, he felt a twinge of rebelliousness. There was still a blink of defiance in him.

Maybe this time it'd be different. Maybe this time he could do what none of the others could. Boy would that stir up some trouble. With a hint of mischief, he laughed softly at the whole notion. The notion of avoiding the unavoidable.

The clock, ever so patient, continued on it's way... round and round... round and dreadfully round.

The witnesses all stood at the ready... even those who didn't consider this ritual to be of any significance would in the end be affected by it. Looking into all of their eyes, behind his own a blend of defiance, fear, loathing, and even hope. Oh, but didn't they looked so happy to do away with him. It comes with the job, he told himself.
He continued running his eyes across all of theirs, some jeered, some couldn't care less, some were too drunk to even notice. But just then, his breath caught, as he noticed that some of them were actually a bit mournful... even just a hint of it was there. Some bade him farewell as the ticker of time continued it's deadly march.

He smiled, and closed his eyes.

10
an unheard cough began to emanate from him, harder and harder,
9
8
He then tore the banner from his chest, clutching it in his clenched fist...
7
yet his smile persisted through the spazms,
6
5
he hung on to his defiance and fear, along with his pride and sense of duty
4
3
drawing from every last reservoir of effort time allowed him
2
maybe he could beat this thing, unlike the rest before...
1
maybe...

With that... the stormlike thundering began. The skies lit up, he caught the near blinding flare, exploding before his eyes or mayhaps even his mind as he began to fall over - in his mind something fired off as he remembered, this was death, but this too was birth. The spectacle took his breath away, his last breath, and he collapsed, falling over with a thud so loud, yet muffled by the cheers and ringing of time around him. The tattered banner, the one he so proudly wore, escaped from his fist as his grasp loosened... the faded digits bearing his identifying number, 2007, and it fluttered across the ground.

Time meant nothing for just this moment, a moment which the crowds cannot understand, imagine, nor comprehend.

Now, time lurched, as the deceased old man's carcass began to bulge, and rip. There was a inaudible bang followed by a strobe-like flashing, as if lightning had struck the ground where the old man lay. His body instantly became ashes, disintegrating in the wind.

Time picked up again, and before the witnesses lay a newborn, tangled and obscured by a large banner, not much unlike the one it's predecessor wore, only with a new number...

2008.

And they celebrated - here, it all starts again, more of the same, more of the new...

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So... here we go with another inane little rant.
Doesn't mean anything, nothing personal, just a random little amusing thought that has been bouncing around this cranium of mine.

And that is... that all holidays are violent, homicidal, or carry some ill intended undertones.

AHEM. (please remember this is all theoretical shoot the shit off the record talk. nothing personal. )

Thanksgiving - The talk of the town. Ah yes, well besides getting into genocide, puritans, and all that jolly good stuff... It's Let's go kill turkeys en masse!!! Let's give the cows a break! Let's kill the turkeys!!! So. At least the cows get a break.

Christmas - Well, I won't get into the commercialized aspects (Hey I love presents too!), but... let's get into the darker side... LET's ALL GO KILL A TREE!!! Genocide to the trees!!! The biggest most beautifullest trees we can find too!

St. Patricks Day - Let's get drunk and fight!!! But what if you aren't Irish? Lets get drunk and fight ANYWAYS!!!

New years - C'mon, think about it... what happens to the old man with the banner on him at midnight? He croaks a slow grueling spazzing coughing death, rattles a bit, writhes even, while everyone is jumping around and even chanting a count down to his timely death. Hey at least he always dies on time. oh yeah, and the next barer of the banner comes along... as a baby so we can all feel even better about it.

April Fools - Hey at least this one doesn't have much to hide. And it's not about killing... just about hurting you, embarassing you, hurting your feelings, which... sometimes all lead to killing.

4th of July - (a USA sponsored 'holiday')Ah yes, independence day. Well, at least at one point it really was independence day. What is it now? Consumer Slaves across the country... LET'S BLOW STUFF UP!!! Which, sometimes leads to killing.

Memorial Day - A moment of silence, for all those that have already been killed. While some others are still killing of course.

Columbus Day - Don't even get me started!

Easter - Aw... look at the cute little bunny! It's a clever way to distract us from what's really going on. Well, basically we're celebrating the murder (by us, humanity, let's suppose) of someone who was apparently innocent. Jesus. That's right. And so, we try to glaze it over by saying "We killed this martyr, oh shit... um... Oh! yes yes, he came back from the dead, so it's all better now! YAY! Ooh, look at the cute little bunny!". So. Easter is a fun way to avoid humanity's guilt, and there's even a bonus here! We get to be cannibals!

Valentines Day - Well, this one is cute. We have a little cherub driving arrows through people's hearts, oh the bloody mess and hilarity that ensues! So then, the people who have arrows violently jabbed into their hearts, tend to do all sorts of wacky stuff for eachother (and in some cases WITH eachother)... which, sometimes, leads to killing. Usually by someone else who has an arrow in their heart, or at least THINKS they do. Or, if you are feeling really romantic, there's the whole Romeo & Juliet variety of self killing.

Halloween - Ok yes, I am totally biased here... but. Well, besides the All hallows eve, samhaim, and all that other stuff behind what we call Halloween... You know... Besides the fact that we got people running around as corpses, psychos, and things that go bump in the night, cute bunnies, and everything else... This has to be one of the more honest Holidays... It doesn't hide it's dark undertones, it's about GIVING and having FUN (TRICK OR TREAT!), in a weird way, it's christmas and april fools all in one. Although, there are some wackos that completely fuck up Halloween for the rest of us, the one's that run around and do killings of animals and shit. And people.

I don't know if I've missed any so called holidays, but if I did indeed... then feel free to toss em in, and discuss! Just don't kill anyone. Or anything.

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Creative destruction is bliss for your enjoyment!

So. Sunday night night, T00li0 ( http://t00li0.dmusic.com ), who is probably still recovering from being my guitar slave... and myself, had us a strenuous yet VERY productive jam session. A long... yet fun 10 hour musical fest.

Working on our very first official collaborative musical work has been quite exciting. It sounds incredible, we can't wait to hear your response, as it will not be the last time that happens.

We'll just let it speak for itself now that it's wrapped up, mixed down, and that sumbitch was slapped into mp3 format for your enjoyment.

AND SO...

THE TITANS DID COLLIDE,
and play they did. And Jam they had to!

Anyways... it's been hell in the making, literally, a good 18 hours worth of music mashing and the sort as of today, I really do not know how to explain it, especially when one has had but a mere... um... 5 hours of that stuff people do with their eyes closed... Sleep I think they call it... Since Sunday. So... today is... Tuesday.

And so... we humbly present to you...

Needled Eyes for Children.
http://darkcloak.dmusic.com/music/download/168302/.82fef6bf
A DarkCloak & T00li0 production.


Please post your feedback... Alot of this was done with all of you in mind, and we'd like to know what kind of impact it left on you.

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