dead_blather and in the darkness of the night 040202 ... a lone voice calls 040202 ... you hear the tone 040202 ... it pierces your ears 040202 ... and blocks your mind 040202 ... from itself 040202 ... and then nothing. 040202 ... is heard 040202 ... at all. 040202 ... u24 "of course, it wasn't dead in the real sense of the word, merely sleeping, comatose, if you will" 9.15AM The taxi pulled up outside the clichéd beginning of narrative, ready to do various predictably exciting things. Traditionally, our hero would be introduced at this point, something like this: She flicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth, blew a slow kiss across the room, and drifted out to the waiting transport. (notice I had to use a different word than taxi in order to keep you interested) Of course, when writing these things, I rarely have any idea where they're going, and more often than not, a work such as this will be spirited away in a neverminded flourish. welcome to dead blather. a place for everything I didn't say. Of course, that's the melodramaticist (?) in me as well, it was never intended as a place to store dead blathes, but the thought occured and so, well here we are. At this point, as I write this, I don't know if I'll nevermind this blathe. If you're reading this, I think we can both assume you're either the CIA, or I pressed blather. No, nevermind. 040202 ... u24 He used to sit for hours. no, too self related. They stood and waited oh fuck it. 040202 ... u24 I think I'm addicted to dead_blather. everyone else is free to join in. now, I swear, I'll write something good: -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- something good -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- hahaa! sorry. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- She gazed out of the train window with her usual hollow expression. She thought that it made her look mysterious, unmoving, she stared at a fixed point of nothing, no flinches when the doors crashed open, no glances when people passed. Solid she sat, aware of the empty carriage around her, and imagining herself as having 'one of those faces'. She He gazed out of the window from a somehow darker corner of the carriage, also unmoving. But he gazed intently focused on the reflection of her face. She was oblivious. He saw everything. The train passed into a tunnel, and in the darkness she relaxed. With no-one to see, there was no need to uphold the mystery. Still he stared. As they had said, she had potential. As the train came towards the end of the tunnel, he silently rose, and in one movement was beside her. So stealthy was he, that even now she did not notice his presence. Again silently, as if he were made of air, he lifted a white card with spiderlike writing and silver edging from his pocket, and as the train exited the tunnel with a wash of light, he whispered "You are invited." Like an explosion her stillness was shattered, panicked and her heartbeat racing she jumped around to see the invitation card lying on the empty seat beside her. With the strange words echoing in her mind, she looked up and down the carriage for the man who had spoken them. Fearfully, she checked her belongings, and feeling sick and dizzy she took the card and read the invitation. "You are cordially invited to be" She looked over the card for an address, or a phone number, but there was none. She even contemplated calling after the bizarre deliverer, but knew it would be in vain. She gazed out of the train window with an unusual hollow expression. She didn't notice the passengers boarding, or the people standing rather than sitting next to her. She didn't see the wary glances, and she had no idea that she had 'one of those faces'. When the train arrived at her station, she hardly even knew it. Robotically, she gathered her bags and without any thought was out of the station. Her life had changed, and nothing seemed normal any more. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- meh. not bad. could be better. Well, blather, I won't be seeing you for 3 days, so take care until then, Love ya. :) 040202 ... sabbie and i almost got tricked almost. u24, you are a clever puppy subverting blather for your own black purposes... much pats for you 040202 ... megan hey_dead_eyes lemme see your smile 040202 ... whitechocolatewalrus i am dead i am dead i am dead i am dead. bury me in the dirt burn me in the air i am dead this is how it feels. 040202 ... jane cool man. i'm haunting like a ghost 040202 ... deadman have_you_ever_died 040203 ... Strideo OoOoooOOOooooOoOOoh! Spooky in here. Ow! I think I stubbed my toe! Let me turn on my flash light . . . . *highlights text* . . . oh, sorry I didn't mean to bump into you. bye now ... 040203 ... zeke in darkness i see and seeing i see no change except the noise provided by my seeing or the attempt at recognizing patterns in the number 256 i am alone 040203 ... Jane Doe can I be alone with you? 040203 ... xyz it's quite comforting to know that there is no difference between the background and my words. 040204 ... zeke ambiguous figure ground relationship 040204 ... falling_alone i'm afraid of the dark... 040204 ... Strideo I love this blathe . . . ... 040205 ... smallrus U24, nice story. I think I am going to print out and pretend I am the changed girl. coolness... 040207 ... SoulessWanderer crazy. all mysterious and tricky. Maybe being invisible isn't always bad. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* How badly do you want to die? Does it haunt your dreams at night? Does the thought consume your every waking moment? Do you ever set the pills out in front of you? Purposely swerve towards oncoming traffic? Do you write out the notes in blood? How do you want to die? I know. I'm with you. How badly do you want to live? Does it matter you will never see again? Will you miss out on all the great things you wanted to do when you still believed in dreams? Do you not care that you'll never see anyone you have the slightest affection for ever again? Or is the fact that you can finally escape the pain all that matters to you? That you'll no longer have to put up with not being able to remember years of your life? That you'll never have to find out what happened to you to transform you into the ugly, depressed, antisocial person you are today? I can let you go. I already have. We've been apart for so long now, that I don't think we can be fused back together. I can't say I haven't missed you. Missed the cheerful little girl we used to be, but it's your own fault. Everythings your fault. You blocked me out, I couldn't get to you. I tried to help, really, I did. Notice how you've actually been remember some things from your past? That was me. I'm trying to fix us, but it'll be hard. You keep giving up. You don't want to remember, I understand. So, maybe I will just give up on you. Like I said, you tore us apart a long time ago. So, no more knocking at the steel walls of the fortress you've built around yourself. No more trying to soften your resolve with thoughts of the good times. I'm leaving, and I'm taking all the good that was ever in your life with me. See you on the other side. 040208 ... u24 after a short quiet moment of thought, she opens her box, and takes out the blade, setting it to her right. she reaches for the incense, and lights the four candles. Holding the blade before her, she slowly draws a circle in the air, and in her mind, a shimmering blue line follows the athame. Sitting quietly down, she stares blankly ahead, and quiets her thoughts, then, having centered her self, she speaks. Openly and freely the words come, no spellbook has these phrases written down. She speaks of things that are, and that were, and so humbly presents what she wants her future to contain. Another, longer, pause of thought, during which time she -feels-, not thinks. She says her thankyous, and quietly blows out the candles, and watches the blue circle around her fade. then she skips off to make some toast. 040211 ... ShilohLives THe thought of blather dead is quite dishartening...but I love the way it seems my words are safe in the black of the page. The words slowly loose oxygen and life after escaping my mind to forever dwell off of the life support of Blather. Sometimes when I drift off to sleep I wish I could let my thoughts float into the darkness of my room....but then I drift into sleep and I wake up in the light of morning...The quiet peace is lost and the lingering warmpth of the covers and Pillows is only to be savored for a short time. And then Life takes you up and spinns you into it's web of confusion and movement. Like the streets of San Francisco at noon...all hustle and bustle of the trains, and busses, and the insaine people who drive. People walking everywhere.To work, to school, to dance, to....to the place called everywhere.. and then you can find one person who is sitting...(mostly street bumms..) Sitting and waiting,... Waiting for their life....Not me..I'm out living... Dancing.... THen I get to sleep and I am back in the dark peace. 040211 ... u24 these words are dead and dead they'll stay these words are black and black they'll stay these words will kill you take your life these words do not exist. these words are dead and dead they'll stay until you go and read them. . 040310 ... Death of a Rose DOA 040310 ... Lemon_Soda I cannot see my dead words. let them stay dead then. 040310 ... cinzento Then I'll read them. They live. 040310 ... u24 this is my favourite test page. 040311 ... u24 ok, no, now it is. 040311 ... u24 xyz, I agree very much with you. 040311 ... hmmpf these are dead words, disappeared once written. but do they become invisible really? or were they always imaginary? i am not so sure i've read what i've read, not quite convinced i didn't just imagine it all, allowed the darkness of the thoughts create the reality i wish to see. is this real? or is this dead? the idea of my words sinking into this blathe, contributing to the madness, the blackness, being swallowed and digested by the death and the countless blatherites yet to see them, it makes me shiver. 040312 ... love & hate This is what i see every day. Only darkness to comfort me, only darkness to love me. Its what is in here with me that intrigues me more, what i might find when i'm all alone, waiting, screaming silenty in the darkenss. While my mind wanders into thoughts that shouldn't be mentioned as only the darkness hears them. Only the darkness understands. Only the darkness will show me what i'm in the darkness waiting for... 040616 ... i love this page. 040617 ... puredream Perhaps all the rest of my blathers are dead. Merely pretending to be alive? I think that in this dark I am more alive than ever. Like Jesse said, isn't tomorrow black? I feel safe here in tomorrow. 040617 ... baka i love the way the words appear, like nostalgic ghosts on a summer night, will someone resurrect me too? is there such thing as an afterlife? 040622 ... dudeinanigloo *Note: this is a fictional story. All references to real events, people, or places are not intentional and are entirely coincidental and blah blah blah...* Lost Voices By: Thomas Hay Andrew and Gerry were two employees at a genetics research lab. They were the only two people who worked the night shift. One night, when all the other employees had left for the night, the two researchers were in their separate offices, completing reports for their recent tests. They were of course using computers, since this is the technology age. Suddenly, they both noticed a disturbing message on their screens. It said "The animals revolt". Andrew emailed Gerry's office. "What the hell is that on my computer screen man?" "I don't know, but it's on mine too, and I can't close it," wrote Gerry. No matter how many times they tried to close the window, it just kept appearing over and over. "This is creeping me out. Maybe we should contact the network administrator and let him know about this. It might be a virus," wrote Andrew. "I'm on it," wrote Gerry. When he picked up his phone, there was no dial tone. It was plugged in and connected, but he couldn't call the administrator. Then he heard a quiet, whispering voice on the phone. It said "the animals revolt" over and over, until Gerry hung up the phone in fear. He emailed Andrew's office again. "I can't call anyone. The phone is down, and it keeps whispering the same message we saw on the screens," wrote Gerry. "I've got a bad feeling about all this. It's like some cheesy horror film, man," said Andrew. "Me too. I think we should both go home and figure this out tomorrow," said Gerry. After he wrote this, he heard a loud pounding noise coming from one of the nearby labs. "Hey Andrew, you still there?" wrote Gerry. He waited. Again, he messaged Andrew. "Are you there, man?" He then saw a message appear on his screen, but this time it was in the email program. It repeated that same disturbing message that he had seen and heard earlier - "the animals revolt". The volume of the pounding increased, followed by a loud crash. The lights flickered, and then went out. He then heard thundering footsteps coming towards his office. He quickly turned off his computer, and remained as still as he could. The footsteps passed, and dimmed in volume. He took out the flashlight which he kept in the main drawer of his desk, and went out into the hallway. He followed the hallway to the front doors as quietly and as quickly as he could, and encountered nothing. He let out a sigh of relief, and proceeded to open one of the doors. Just as his hand was pressing against the door, something jumped out of the darkness and silenced him before he could scream. Twelve hours later, there were six police interceptors at the front doors to the lab, several news camera crews, and dozens of awed civilians. Detective John Webber pulled up in his cruiser, and was approached by the police captain. "Hello, detective. I'm captain Kurt Sherman. We're going to need your assistance immediately." The two policeman walked to the front doors, and under the yellow police tape that had been strewed across the entrance. The captain showed the detective the spot where Gerry had fallen. "Well, captain, it looks to me like a suicide," said the detective. "This is the same for the other victim. They both have knives in their chests," said the captain. "But there's no blood around the body," said the detective. "That is indeed strange," said the captain. The detective walked around the building's hallways. He questioned numerous officers, who told him that there was no sign of a break in/forced entry to the building, and that there was no sign of damage to the inside of the building. They could also find no fingerprints, dirt, or clothing fabric anywhere. To this day, the case has never been solved. Local rumours have been spread that the two workers were driven to insanity, and killed themselves during their night shift. It has been seven years since the mysterious deaths in the genetics research laboratory of ________, ______. There have been no similar occurrences since. The police file was declared unsolved about two years after the incident, and the mystery remains in the heart of that small ______ town.... 040624 ... ... 040716 ... .. 040716 ... u24 hang on, he kept a flashlight in his desk? 040716 ... ... 040716 ... dudeinanigloo Yes, he did. 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I'm touched. and glad. I admire you, and am interested in your words. there's really nothing more to say. any further discourse will undoubtably end in tears. thankyou. :-) 040722 ... spiffy i love this. wow. this is great. it is black and dark. i love the dark. i just love this. 040722 ... u24 i want to make another one. 040816 ... kookaburra ooh, make a black and white one, like how blather_gold looks when you highlight it... .. pweeze? 040816 ... words. empty words morbis silence forgotten promise hidden in the misty past . 041107 ... pete this makes me sad 041107 ... one final adjustment? 041203 ... ok, what about this one? 041203 ... and then this one.. 041203 ... and then this one.. 041203 ... and then this one.. 041203 ... ok, I'm done. 041203 ... Merely Curious yo Mr. 24! why does the scroll bar disappear in this here blathe? . 041203 ... once again a place for all the things I never said? really not to many of those. I geuss I don't apologize to often I rarely admit it when I'm wrong I'm sorry. I was wrong. I always say I love you when I do. meh. I have not said what I meant, even here. perhaps if I could not see what I was writing, it would be allright. 041203 ... not even a name i don't want you to do this. 050111 ... u24 curious: simply to destroy everything beyond a name. 050416 ... u24 i think i'd like to be buried here. 050416 ... andru235 may the worms eat my brain for the birds eat the worms and i like birds dare to bury me, embalmed in a coffin, and i will permanently ban you from entering the kingdom of zindregol (oooh!) and when our paths cross again, i'll refuse to make you a pineapple upside-down cake for your birthday, although i will still offer to make you flan: that is, the_flan_of_fools may the worms eat my brain for the birds eat the worms and i like birds 050920 ... monkey out in space ...pretty slow today, eh? i guess being monday and all... ok. hello? someone? anyone? 060206 ... tombe_seul memento mori 060206 ... icy sic transit gloria mundi - or blather? 060206 ... a new dreamer funky. necrolingo and all that. 060207 ... User24 you know the question, new dreamer. are you? if you don't know what I'm talking about or who i am, please ignore. 060207 ... oren Ironic, you_know, that this_blathe is so alive. 060208 ... a new dreamer ah u24 i know who you are and you know who i am but for the time being i am someone else, 'a new dreamer'. i couldnt think of anything better than to be reborn in a dead blather. to rise phoenix-like from the ashes as a new dreamer, to look into the future and assume a new guise. ironic, but funny. this is my hope for the future. new dreams, new words, new ideas. all for the old me. _______________________________________ so mr. 24, are you? 060227 ... u24 that makes me very happy :-) 060227 ... phoenix would be a good name. already taken though. am i? am i what? i am the one i am, yes i am. am i the one i am? i am! i am very fond of bananas i am very fond of a poet (but you know that already) I'll be in the cafe for the forseeable future, if you fancy a latté at any point, i'll pay. 060227 ... Shim You, love. I love. Together we are safe. We love. 060323 ... tessa cold soft fuzzy quiet wonder smells like ocean wander cry smile remember 070124 ... god wasabi peas are good 070124 ... Doar another voice that evens out the wonder you experience as you slide around the sun. 070125 ... Christ without the cross I was confused for about a second. 070126 ... Farool If a tree falls in the forest and no one is around does it make a noise? If I type with black letters on a black background do I say anything? Apparently. 070418 ... oren death_by_blather 100721 ... hsg blackle for blather 100721 ... poop 101012 what's it to you? who go blather from