Friday, August 06, 2004

I was going to tell you a story of a person with no integrity, little virtue and loads of selfishness. But then I'd rather not dampen your day. So instead, I shall read you an excerpt from a book I bought today, after an extremely satisfying taibo session.

"Chapter One:

The very last words young Fergal McNally heard in his life were: 'Don't lean out of the window!' The very last sounds were probably the air whistling past his sticky-out ears as he fell the fourteen storeys, the honk of traffic horns below (getting nearer and nearer, of course), and - possibly - the 'SP' of the 'SPLAT!' he himself made as he hit the pavement. Fergal certainly wouldn't have heard more than the 'SP', though, because by the time the 'LAT!' part had followed, he would have been well and truly dead."

~from The Fall of Fergal by Philip Ardagh


Now, on to MY story:

How many of you know where llucii is from? Do you know of her origin? How she got her name? What is she? What is she made of? What does she smell like? What does she taste like?

Well, I think it'd be alot more fun if I didn't tell you everything all at once. Perhaps at a later time YOU could tell me what you've come to learn about this...elusive character. But here I'll give you a clue. An insight to her nature... her purpose... the prophecy of llucii...

An excerpt of her life, an example of how the prophecy manifests, as recorded on the 7th day:

"llucii says...:: I would love to be there on the day, at the very precise moment when she finally sees who she really is, then crumble, fall, and disintegrate into the pathetic dirt that she is...(she can't be dust coz dust sounds too poetic)... I just want to watch as she melts in disbelief, in her own dire excretions. And after she's nothing but a bubbling pile of gunk...(she can't even be called black gunk coz black is too cool)...I will place my hand above the puddle that she is...and resurrect her. And she will not dare look at anything evermore, for the shame she will hold would be too great to bear...even for one with a neck as thick as hers...I will lift her face so our eyes will meet. She will die once more from shame and guilt, and then I will pardon her, and i will let her forth into the cesspool of life, so she can begin her slow and arduous journey to redemption...

This is the prophecy that is llucii."


This is but merely one of the manifestations of the prophecy. llucii is but a mere instrument of her own construction. Black as a passing shadow, masked by light, illuminated by darkness...her aura of moonlight, her heraldic shield of angels. She walked once, freely upon this earth, but now suppressed by chains of her own binding, released only when the beckoning of the prophecy grows too strongly, to maintain the balance. The balance which she once wrought, and wrought wrong, and thus was birthed, forever bound to the prophecy.


So hark now, little toyol of pittance! I say this once, and only once:

You couldn't get screwed even if you laid yourself naked with a

"Free for all!
Screw me once, screw me twice.
Please, I beg, I'll pay you nice!"

sign hanging around your neck. This is how much you're worth. So now, because I am of reason and of mercy, go back forth to the pit from where you crawled. Attempt to mar my light once more, and I swear, the last light you'll see will be the light from my sword plunging into where the sun don't shine.



I admit, unashamedly, that there are some I'd like to hurt.

*smiles*

black llucii at 4:34:00 pm