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[Copied from deviantART]
Long story short: the Amandafish is alive, and while not eating as well as she should and smoking entirely too much of the holy herb -- she's swell. I am now on my own and loving it.
Unfortunately, what this translates to:
-- You're lucky to be reading this.
-- Artwork is still being produced, but all prior contracts and requests are whiped clean. No computer, no scanner, no way to even check my email, really. Bad for business, but ah well, good for Muse, apparently. No longer stagnate, I'm dabbling in new and strange mediums that range from Sculpy to leaves and rocks. I work in larger pieces these days now that I am not bound by my scanner.
-- Writing is strange and fickle, but the stories endure. There have been a few bits I've longed to share with the endearing masses, but ah, no time to do so.
Now for something slightly more personal: Mum knocked me on my ass in the middle of Feburary. It took me six weeks to get on my feet (provoking many new experiences, mostly drug-related) and now here I am, my name on a lease that is shared with somebody with a completely different last name. For those of you concerned, no, it is not my latest fling and contrary to popular belief: I am not knocked up, I am not engaged, I am not even in the least remotely attatched. My room-mate is a nineteen-year-old prodigy with an upbringing quite similar to my own. I call her the cute, furry, skanky thing that hisses in the corner (as far as she knows, I am talking about her cat) but truth be told, she's an amazing artist and a life saver. Had it not been for her, I would still be couch surfing. We spend most of our evenings playing Guitar Hero, reading and teasing the various young, strapping gentlemen that surround my room-mate. And while my fags will always be close to me, that cocky li'l eighteen-year-old boy built like a Greek God would give even my best friend a run for his money.
Ultimately, I may be dazed and confused and way too stoned to know the difference, but I think this is for the better.
---Thyme. Small on the aristocratic scale, the Thyme family was regarded as a "mercenary family" -- not truly aristocrats -- but a blood line that was as pure as they could hope after the reclamation of the monarchies. There were basically two forms of power then: the noble-born and the militia-minded. For years after the detrimental attack on the Americas, these two warred silently against each other. Though different families paid different militias, all relationships were tender and easily destroyed by the slightest offense. It was chaotic back then, and many of the aristocracies didn't make it.
But of the few that did ended up "purchasing" factions of the militias and hired them on as a Home Guard. Eventually, there would be no difference between Militia and Aristocracy and a lot of things became muddled. Such as: who was responsible for the vast quantities of labratories that developed biological weapons and who viciously violated the age-old Geneva Convention. This of course, being after the change of interpretations of the convention. Regardless, it was through the fire that the Thyme family became noble-born and bested their failures.
Thane James Thyme was the heiress of her father's proud name and her mother's prestige as an Artegael -- an aristocracy that had been around since before the fall out of society. Her arrogance was inherent, then, and was not a surprise at all when she was declared a Lady. What was a surprise, however, was when she was introduced as "Lady Thyme" at the age sixteen. Surnames didn't always follow the father, but rather, the power. And here, the brat child of a Thyme and Artegael marriage, shunned her mother's heritage and took pride in the Thyme name.
Ultimately, she was a legacy -- long in the making.
PIE, n. An advance agent of the reaper whose name is Indigestion. MUSTANG, n. An indocile horse of the western plains. In English society, the American wife of an English nobleman. ABORIGINIES, n. Persons of little worth found cumbering the soil of a newly discovered country. They soon cease to cumber; they fertilize. KILL, v.t. To create a vacancy without nominating a successor. APOLOGIZE, v.i. To lay the foundation for a future offence. JUSTICE, n. A commodity which is a more or less adulterated condition the State sells to the citizen as a reward for his allegiance, taxes and personal service. DAWN, n. The time when men of reason go to bed. Certain old men prefer to rise at about that time, taking a cold bath and a long walk with an empty stomach, and otherwise mortifying the flesh. They then point with pride to these practices as the cause of their sturdy health and ripe years; the truth being that they are hearty and old, not because of their habits, but in spite of them. The reason we find only robust persons doing this thing is that it has killed all the others who have tried it. DIPLOMACY, n. The patriotic art of lying for one's country. REALISM, n. The art of depicting nature as it is seem by toads. The charm suffusing a landscape painted by a mole, or a story written by a measuring-worm. REFUGE, n. Anything assuring protection to one in peril. Moses and Joshua provided six cities of refuge -- Bezer, Golan, Ramoth, Kadesh, Schekem and Hebron -- to which one who had taken life inadvertently could flee when hunted by relatives of the deceased. This admirable expedient supplied him with wholesome exercise and enabled them to enjoy the pleasures of the chase; whereby the soul of the dead man was appropriately honored by observations akin to the funeral games of
early Greece.TELEPHONE, n. An invention of the devil which abrogates some of the advantages of making a disagreeable person keep his distance. TURKEY, n. A large bird whose flesh when eaten on certain religious anniversaries has the peculiar property of attesting piety and gratitude. Incidentally, it is pretty good eating. HAPPINESS, n. An agreeable sensation arising from contemplating the misery of another. HOMOEOPATHIST, n. The humorist of the medical profession. HYENA, n. A beast held in reverence by some oriental nations from its habit of frequenting at night the burial-places of the dead. But the medical student does that. SAUCE, n. The one infallible sign of civilization and enlightenment. A people with no sauces has one thousand vices; a people with one sauce has only nine hundred and ninety-nine. For every sauce invented and accepted a vice is renounced and forgiven. SCRIBBLER, n. A professional writer whose views are antagonistic to one's own. WEAKNESSES, n.pl. Certain primal powers of Tyrant Woman wherewith she holds dominion over the male of her species, binding him to the service of her will and paralyzing his rebellious energies. WINE, n. Fermented grape-juice known to the Women's Christian Union as "liquor," sometimes as "rum." Wine, madam, is God's next best gift to man. BATTLE, n. A method of untying with the teeth of a political knot that would not yield to the tongue. BRANDY, n. A cordial composed of one part thunder-and-lightning, one part remorse, two parts bloody murder, one part death-hell-and-the- grave and four parts clarified Satan. Dose, a headful all the time. Brandy is said by Dr. Johnson to be the drink of heroes. Only a hero will venture to drink it.
After the militias are put to rest, after my father's generation is long gone and having lost its hold on the people, it'll take over a century to impliment the following:
A democracy that would be segregated by generation and generation alone. Each person born in a span of ten years would meet the peak of their generation and at that time, each person had the most power. I believe the 30s would be an ideal decade to give a generation the ultimate control of whom their leaders would be. For three decades these citizens would study their predecessor's tactics in the political arena and for three decades these people have to make their decisions on. Those former voters and the future voters would also have the choice of being able to vote, though they are only given a certain percentage in the race and the decision still belongs to the 'peak generation'. The candidates would be kept pure, as well, each growing regime would be cut off after ten years of power and therefore their ties are severed and change would always be possible for the citizens.
Of course, not all power is to be handed to a people deprived for so long.
The Thyme family's respect for the people will persuade their long-time followers to do right by them.
I am an aristocrat, afterall.
- Thane James Thyme
As the blanket enclosed them, she bent her soft, pale face to be kissed, the smooth skin of her right cheek a scant few inches from his lips. When he hesitated, her heart sunk. And just as instinct reared up in the back of her mind...
His fist came down, armed with a billy club, striking the formidable Miss Thane James Thyme at the base of the skull with a dull crack. She hardly made a sound when she hit the floor.
