Humility

I had to consult with Carl on this one.
He's always had such great insight, very knowledgeable that one.

He continues to learn in The Shadowlands, well, the Carl Sagan that you remember.

There are plenty more, mind you, in the great cosmopoly that is, and among the endless realities of The Multiverse.


Humility. Carl Sagan suggests you get some.

-aw

Building Robits

Just a little torture to get you in the mood.

There are times when a ghost can't get filthy enough and we all know the internets are a great place to get downright dirty.
After several bouts of DEEP dredging, I have finally found something of worth. I've been at this for far too long, trying to find my way around, how to operate, how to maneuver.

I've been a gentleman for far too long.

It's time to let the cat out of the bag.

This ghost is going INTO the machine.

I've set my sights on something drastic, something some would call EVIL BEYOND MEASURE, but I would just like to call it Phase 3.

-aw

p.s. Consider Order 66 as a warm-up.

Easter Eggs Abound

You know what I despise?
Aside from that.
We all know that I don't like humans.

No, do you know what I despise?
What really gets my goat?

Charlatans.

Yep, charlatans.

Oblivion take you, Danno!

Now, I wanted to share some serious advances in Villainy, not this pathetic META-BULLSHIT you've been spewing.
Oh, creation is great. Whee!
But it's still bullshit.
No real content of your own, just more of someone else's.

What's the matter hot-dog?
Not feeling the META-MAGIC?

So, in typical hypocritical fashion, here's a discovery you may not have seen:

The Carpetbagger.
http://www.thecarpetbagger.org/p/folk-heroes-and-villians.html
Some great field work about obscure relics and folk lore in North America.
And Villainy.
REAL VILLAINY.

ACTUAL BONA FIDE LOW DOWN FUCK YOU FOR TRYING TO MAKE ME BE SOMETHING OTHER THAN I AM AND SHOVE IT DEEP IF YOU THINK YOU'LL CHANGE ME VILLAINY!

Enjoy.

-aw

p.s. iseeyou

Vapors

I just can't.
I. Just. Can.

Hello,

If you've been reading this blog for any length, you will know that there is no certain point or flow to things. I come and go as I please, I terrorize and entertain (Terrortain™ has been tossed around, Enterrorize™ as well), create and destroy as is my wont.

You know (or don't) the drill.

Now comes the time for something different (or the same). The only constant in reality is change. Static, the frozen immovable ignorance, belies entropy. And we all know that's what I'm about.
Entropy.

Oblivion.

Destruction.

It's natural! Don't get all up-in-arms (or lack of them if the United States government is to be believed) and pout, without entropy we'd be buried in mire. Destruction makes way for creation and creation makes way for destruction.

Inevitability.

I should be combing through the thousands of files right now, following up on leads, and uncovering those juicy delicious morsels that come from your addresses. I still have The List, rube.
I pried it from that fat bastard's cold dead hand.
I left Heroes & Villains in my wake.
I created them.
I destroyed them.
I created them.
I destroyed them.

It matters little if you do not understand (or have ever) my missive.
The end result is glorious.

GLORY!
Someone give me an 'amen'.
Oh, right.
No one left.

I've been alone before. I stared longingly at the Abyss, caring not what looked upon me, abashed, yet still I stood. I was brought low, many times over (a curse of the Multiverse™) and in that dread, in that isolation, in that choking, HARROWING... I was forged anew.

A Thousand Folds, A Million Fires, and through the nexus, I emerge.
Again.
Anew.
Unchanged.
Unlike anything I was before.

Plotting, as always, to take over this sad little rock, you may continue, unabated.
It will be for naught.
I seek not it's domination, nor it's rule.
I seek not slaves or minions.
I seek only it's rebirth.
It's renewal.

It will soon die, though it's suffering great and long.
Then we can commence with what comes naturally next:

RESURRECTION.

Having a wonderful time on the brink of sanity,
-aw





p.s. You are close to me now, dear and purchased with no malice. You are of my kin, if not of my blood.
When the need for allegiance arises, when the daunting task of facing Oblivion is met, you have only to call.

p.p.s. I'm already there.

Portents

Well this is a sad sordid state of affairs.

You didn't heed my warnings, droogs.
Now, you suffer for your mistakes.

Oh, here it comes.
"What warnings, Agent Wraith? What warnings? You just blather on about all sorts of nonsensical bologna!"

Put down that sammich, fatty, and pay attention.
To something other than your colon health, for once, eh?



Incessant escalation.

Have you not seen the activity?

Have you blindfolded yourself? You kinky little fucker.


How many states need to burn? How many fires have to consume your landscape?
How many deep snows must bury you?
How many floods, storms, atrocities must you face before you realize what's up?

There is no future for this world save one:

OBLIVION.

You silly, silly, humans.
It's not courage.  It's not bravery.
It's ignorance.

And don't give me that 'site your source' bullshit either. It's everywhere.
Earthquakes, eruptions, wanton destruction.


-_-

Okay, look. I can understand the 'head-in-the-sand' routine. I really can.
Why face what's coming? Really? When you can stuff your head up your ass or in the television or internet or synth (can't say much about that right now. continuum and jazz). You have reality shows (yeah, reality) and bills and tropes and charity and lasers and memes and everything else to lose yourself in that you don't need to pay attention to anything for any length of time.
I get it.
Escape from reality.

Though, it's not much of an escape.
It's compromise.
Asteroid? Nope. Cover your eyes, dummy.
I can't see it, it can't see me.

Pics or it didn't happen.


What's been happening in the last few years?
Escalation.
Humans are exceedingly stupid and commit further atrocious acts on a daily basis.
You don't hear much about it?
There's a reason for that.
Bombings? Boston?
It's a daily (sometimes hourly) happening in some regions.
You think it's going to taper off?
HA!
Hold fast to that hope.
It's all you will have to keep you warm when the watch-fires burn out.

It's what I've been saying from day one.
Humans are the problem.

If they can't get with the program, they will (and must) be deleted from it.


























THAT
is all.


agentwraith


p.s.
Now, I've got some things to sort out.
Keep your well-wishes and evil-seeing-you-backs.
We're not on those terms.
Never were.

Get your act straight or have it straightened for you.