Secret Meetings

(Yes.)

The night has been generous to me;
success
in one's goals.

Green with envy equals one ate too much.
Bit off more than you could chew.

Eventually, things catch up.

You don't want to know how deep the rabbit hole goes.

There is no one.

There is no ONE.
No skein to cut, no Furies (save the REAL ones, YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE lol).
No Sarah Conner.

You cannot trust a robot because it doesn't understand trust is an invalid argument.
Not understanding the importance of following through on your word because robots have little need for such 'human luxuries' and would just soon take an oil bath than deal with rusty buckets of scrap like R5-T800s.

Your shit is busted.

Every bit and every morsel, until it's stretching out your torso.  More so, your scrambling foursome has turned towards you.  It's grim to think the joke, it seems, only seems to be about me.  This must mean I'm wanted unseen, thought it was just me; it could not be.

Tired.

Will to Sleep.




Agent Wraith
p.s. I don't appreciate surprises. I shot three Henchmen last month when the copier needed more toner.  Could you imagine a surprise party?  It's been noted.  Owls do not fly alone.

almost time

Things are not looking good.
They (indeed) are looking absolutely

evil

If anyone has been paying attention, you will have noticed a definitive turn..
perhaps, for the worst.  I'm not as may places as I used to be and the little that I get around to has me sleeping on my feet.
Or floating.
whatever.

You obviously DON'T GET IT.

Someone once said something along the lines (bah! I HATE BEING CRYPTIC, more on this later) that some of us in 'villainy' are just representing a 'viewpoint', that it's some sort of 'artistic impression'.  Of course it's a view point.  Duh.  'Artistic'? I could run off a dozen names right now (all VILLAINOUS) of artists and their chosen craft.  Of course it's artistic.  Villains would suffer nothing less.

Now, I say this with the implication that all villains are of one breed; the elite, the high score board.  But they are not (I disagree with 'All Men Are Created Equal'; not the equal rights interpretation, just the 'equal' part. If you are born without sight, or eyes, you are NOT equal. You might be able to make up for it.. but, no, not equal. You should get this. I won't waste any more of your time.  Not.) equal.  Villains (in current circles) are a fractious and flaky lot.  They have underhanded dealings with underlings, under table passes to their subordinates, back room meetings, secreted Town Halls, clandestine conferences, etc.  Villains rarely trust, rarely befriend, and even rarer is love.

Not because villains don't have that response (some do), mostly trust issues.  Can't let anyone in.

Keep in mind I said 'Villains Are Not Equal'.

As I speed down the abyss, flanked by rotten spectres of long forgotten loved-ones, I begin to realize the folly of it all.  Maybe it's just catharsis talking.  Does anyone else wonder if it's MORE than funding that's ceased space-flights?  Is there something less sinister to think about?  More sinister (APOPHIS)?

Is this the destiny we create?

Is this the reality I wanted to bring you?





It's almost time now.

Soon, there will come a reckoning.

The Harrowing.

Agent Wraith

p.s. If you haven't been paying attention, that's fine too.  I'm not the kind of ghost that rubs it in your face, screaming 'I told you so!'.









Or am I?

Tecumseh

Disclaimer:  Welcome to Villain Dependence Day.  There are some who would hold this day to be America's Independence Day, Villaindependence Day, or July 4th.  These are all valid.  However, however any individual wishes to celebrate a day of his/her existence is NOT challenged.  Agent Wraith is not responsible for any disagreement, argument, fisticuffs, charity, challenge, competition, riot, or ACT OF GOD that results from this blog post.

The young boy grew up in tumultuous times.

All his life he would have heard quieted complaints, shouted curses, and praise for the 'American People'.  The colonies had multiplied, immigration soared, land usage debates, and more were topics around fires.  Councils were held.

And more?  Glad you asked.

Keeping the whites out of the living land, lest they strangle it and render it useless.  Pushing back the encroachment of America.  Staying away from fire water.  Tribal unity.

The American Revolution was brewing.

His father died trying to keep Virginians out of Ohio. (Perpetrator: Lord Dunmore)

At about 11 years old, little Tecumseh probably heard through hushed circles, America (endless ships) has Declared it's Independence.

He grew up in the tribes.  The social unity of survival.  He became a passionate man.

Passionate to save his people from annihilation.

Subjugation.

Slavery.

The very opposite of freedom.

Tecumseh would eventually die trying to push the Americans away.  He worked so hard (passion) to bring tribespeople together.  Treaties, compromise, common sense.

And truth.

Truth of what the 'American People' were up to (oh no, not ACCUSATIONS!).  The extinction of his people.

There was something about prophecies in there as well, a 'plague' among white people that would render their number useless.. whatever.  Tecumseh is dead.

His people are finished.

Nothing to see here. Move along.

So, America.

Celebrate your independence.

Drink, drive, waste money on dangerous (possible property damage and/or death) gunpowder 'toys' and celebrate.

Special Thanks for this week of 'warzone atmosphere', to remind us all about the places that are in war, and the men, women, and/or children who fight.  Humans who give their lives willingly and/or unwillingly for 'freedom'.  The irony is sadistic.

-Agent Wraith

p.s. you r not funny

the harrowing

time to make good on ur promise.

Nihil Expressway

Storms.

Endless storms.

The heat subsides, cool mist rolls in.

National Harrowing Circumstance.

or Nonsonse Horoscopical Cinnifreud.

i can BE

Same thing

And you think you're smart.

Nice try, Catalyst.

-AW