temple_to_the_gods_of_blather blah-ze needed to eventually be placed here. seen a few mentions of them, found it a little too normal that noone had started a cult already. so i decided to. *insert chime and trumpet blast* behold the great doors to the brazen temple to blather open to furious applause. behold the blather masses flock to bring their offerings before carved effigies of the gods of blather. erm... who are the gods of blather? (i take it they reside in the heaven called newdream) anyway, so the blather masses go before the altar of blather, spattered in the nonsensical words of those offerings already accepted. now, anyone wanna be the priest? 030915 ... String Nice place...you must come over to the temple_of_string sometime. 030915 ... String Or even the_temple_of_string 030915 ... User24 ahead of you, you see a giant scroll, it lists hundreds upon thousands of names, some are illustrated with gold edging, some are ink-stained and smudged, some are barely legible, some shine as brightly as the day they were written, you look up to the top of the scroll, so high above you that you must crane your neck to see, and look down the scroll, reading the names that lay before you, till you reach the bottom of the scroll, the final name on the list, you pause before you read it and take in your surroundings, the temple seems to go on forever, it is your horizon, your sky and your earth, you look around in awe and a thousand questions plague your head, who built it, and when, why was it deserted, and how did you stumble across it, hidden in the depths of a jungle so vast no explorer has ever traversed it. Your eyes flicker from cavern to hallway and you sense something behind you, you spin around and see.... nothing. or was it? did you hear laughter? or was it sobbing? you move towards the noise, and, spurred on by another sound, break into a run, down twisted hallways built at manic angles, and though vast halls fitted for kings, everything seems faded, statues look down on you from high ceilings, finally, you stop, you pause, and can no longer hear the noise, looking about you, you see doors leading off all the passageways, some are covered in dust and long-deserted cobwebs, some look like they spring open onto you. you sit down in the passageway, and remember the scroll, but looking back around you, you cannot remember which way you came, was it backwards or forwards? deciding to go on forwards, you look about you, wondering if you really heard the noise, or if it was just nerves, you wander about the passageways for hours, perhaps days, and everywhere you go you seem to find evidence of recent occupation, small signs of habitation, and occasionally, you hear noises, some like the sobbing before, some strange and foreign, some speak to you in voices you've never heard. The days pass on, somehow, you don't hunger, though when you sleep you have such dreams... dreams of wild horses running at you, dreams of things that should not be dreamed, the temple_to_the_gods_of_blather is doing strange things to you, you feel tired and drained, you stumble around, wondering frequently why you walk, why you don't sit down on a stairwell, or lay in a passage, you think every day of getting out, finding a passage that looked familiar, for you've walked between these walls, and never once have you seen a marbled floor that looks familiar, never has a statue seemed repeated, the temple is vast, and you are lost. You set up against the corner of a small room, and idly pick a piece of chalk from the floor, scratching the wall with it, writing your words, you take on a fevered spurt of energy and furiously scribble your words upon the walls, and when, after covering the walls with shameful graffitti, releasing your mind's torments, when you finally rest, you lay back, and, for the first time since you arrived, you slept out of want, not need, you no longer feared the demons that had tormented you in your dreams every night, the wild horses. When you wake, you find yourself in a temple, ahead of you, you see a giant scroll, it lists hundreds upon thousands of names, some are illustrated with gold edging, some are ink-stained and smudged, some are barely legible, some shine as brightly as the day they were written, you look up to the top of the scroll, so high above you that you must crane your neck to see, and look down the scroll, reading the names that lay before you, till you reach the bottom of the scroll, the final name on the list, and in thick, wet, rich smelling ink, is written your name. you are now among the gods of blather. 030915 ... User24 (wow, that was long!) 030915 ... once again and beautiful 030915 ... ever dumbening u24, that had a nice little borgesian flavor to it. 030915 ... blah-ze but who are the gods of blather 030916 ... User24 we are! 030916 ... blah-ze sweet. i always knew i was divine. but who actually created blather (i think i might have seen a reference to kirsten@newdream.net)? 030916 ... User24 sage_and_dallas 030916 ... oldephebe User - You're a pretty good pooper of the prose yourself - and much more linear and coherent than the seven circles of purgatorial circuitousness that I subject the residents of blatherdom to... really liked this one, ... 030917 ... User24 yeah, I was pretty pleased with it meself. thanks, man. 030917 ... karl the weed *chants fanatically* 030917 ... User24 ok, it's been bugging me since I wrote it; I really didn't need that last line, did I? never mind.. 031006 ... blah-ze the original idea i had in mind was that people would go out and bring back the best and brightest of what they've written and put it here, but oh well. gotta find a priest though, and i'm an atheist. 031006 ... whole quorums of anti-thetical humm blech 031006 ... pipedream no user24, it was just the right dramatic denoument ending thingabob; i love doing things like that meself :D but it was great, i loved it..riveting and yes i agree with someone up there; borghesian indeedy. and i really liked the part about the name list, and the glistening, rich ink right at the end- i could just SEE it there! d'you think that one's nick would be on the list, or your real name? 031007 ... User24 oh I'd envisaged your screen-name, perhaps with light blue real name underneath? 031008 ... pipedream hmmm...doable! but maybe not light blue, would that go with the ink and parchment? but its the blather temple, after all...okay ink could be midnight blue so the light blue'd go, sort of, it'd still be in the blue-sphere. hmm. yes, eureka :) 031008 ... Dafremen taking_it_to_the_streets awakened claptrap gravy poems_for_you thoughts_for_you 031008 ... celestias shadow pipedream's name would be written in blue sparkly ink that would never fade. by the way, User24, that was utterly beautiful. 031127 ... sabbie altar_to_the_evil_gods_of_blather 031127 ... not the cardinal i wanna be a bishop or cardinal.... 031128 ... oE i'd like to be the earnest acolyte, i've got my ill fitting absurd frock and my wisk broom fot all that psychic detritus that seems to gather in the corners and all... 040126 ... Lemon_Soda That was fabulous U24. 050720 ... u24 :-) I'm suprised it reads as well as it does. I was mildly high while writing it. it just sort of fell out of me. 050721 ... egger kinda like a baby out of a catholic? (sorry, monty_python) 050722 ... eyedream grins 050724 ... u24 eyedream? 050725 ... ? eyedream? 050805 ... . eyedream ewedream weealldream oficecream 050805 ... oren When I journeyed into the_temple, I had certain_expectations, but nothing prepared me for what I found in one well_hidden, cobweb_ridden passageway. I almost missed the narrow_slit in the corner, but it was the faint, electric drone that caught my_attention. As I slowly approached the_dark opening, the_buzz grew louder. I slid sideways into the_hole and carefully navigated the corridor. After a few turns, a blue_glow began to light my_way. The_noise was much louder now, and I_could hear more distinct clicks and pops within the fabric of the droning. There was a steamy fog beginning to surround my_feet. I pressed onward. As I reached the end of the tunnel, I found myself in a small, poorly ventilated room with a machine in it. It shook and rattled, coughed and wheezed. It spewed blue fumes, which made it difficult at_first to clearly see what it was, but the blinking_lights and twirling tape reels reminded me of a computer like the kind seen in old_sci_fi_movies. I watched it for a few minutes, wondering what it was computing, then it suddenly stopped. The blue steam gradually dissipated. The walls were covered with a moist, tacky, blue sludge, but to my right I could see the remnants of something beneath it. A_sign of some sort? I began wiping away the build_up and letters began to appear. There was "ross" and then "stem." Eventually it all made sense. The_machine sprang to life again, working_diligently on some unknown computation, and I left it to its work, returning through the narrow passageway feeling secure now, knowing that it was performing its duties tirelessly. After returning to the main hall, I approached the altar_to_the_gods_of_blather and offered a_prayer of thanks for their great_wisdom, and a special_thanks for their auto_cross_reference_system. 051105 ... syringe Jus how many r there anyway? 051106 ... Midori *stares adoringly at the altar of the blather gods* Teehee! this place is insanely beautiful! 051116 ... Twitch wow...nice place... What shall we shant first? 051216 ... meta meta 051216 ... suicidalchinadoll *bows* we have much to discuss, you and I 080523 ... () () 121105 ... Death of a Rose Look up....look way up...and read of the saga of the elder gods_of_blather. Unite and follow. . 121106 ... TCMT the_blather_gods 131113 what's it to you? who go blather from