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"Oh dear. Which part of my, eh, subconscious do YOU hail from?" - Sam Tyler, portrayed by John Simm
The God Machine
By Jameson "Tobias" Morrissey
Long ago in mythic kingdom, always colder,
Lazarus the King did age, was growing older;
As every man before His Majesty had done--
But the great King schemed to be the only one
To defy the ever-twisting cogs of all fate
By ascending up through Immortality's gate;
Yet the question stayed: What would Lazarus do?
The King despaired not, for he was above such rue.

Lazarus was quite the educated reader,
And of this scientific domain, he was leader;
And so this Man, this ruler of his great empire,
Brought together men who all others admire -
Alchemists and physicians from all directions,
Mathematicians, tacticians, of all complexions,
Theorists and philosophers from many regions;
All these men answered the call of the King's legions.

A hundred men made house in the Great Library,
With promises of fortune to keep them merry;
This Council, when brought together, speculated -
How to bring about this thing the King created;
Potions bubbled, scholars troubled, to no result;
All matters of equations were sadly at fault;
This puzzle stumped the minds of the world's best thinkers
'Til one day it was solved by one of the tinkers.

This character was not the best contemplator
The thing that she wanted was a man to mate her -
The tinker took apart and rebuilt devices;
Seated with historian of many vices;
Gluttony was this man's dominant trait
And he sat down happ'ly with another plate
She mused aloud above a bowl of seasoned cod
That Lazarus, perhaps, should just become a God.

Such erratic thought would be taken for granted,
If not for the historian, who had slanted
The opinions of the Council to his thinking;
Thus, to keep the scholar's hopes from swiftly shrinking,
He thought on what to do and decided quickly -
He stole the girl, food-poisoned and feeling sickly,
Leading the tinker to the altar, 'fore these men,
And, with no choice, she held her voice and spoke again.

Faces behind beards and glasses took to this thought -
For it seemed that this could be the answer they sought;
Such a thrilling idea must be elusive;
Yet, a humble essayist, mostly reclusive,
Resting in a shadow in the Council's corner dark -
Garbed in gray with top hat and cane, a figure stark,
Mentioned to the conference with a grinning mouth
That they should consult the Machinists to the South.

Lazarus, the King, during all of this notion,
Slept in bed, though not quite dead, and lacking motion;
Three long years had passed since his initial calling;
While the scholars worked, his health was swiftly falling-
Worried that these drafted men could not rescue him,
He dreamt nightmares of Death - aides tried to subdue them;
But no matter how gentile their voices sounded,
Not a man nor woman could stop dreams that hounded.

One day soon the King awoke to cheery faces -
Sev'ral were present with no disheartened traces;
Four figures stood at his bedside, watching him sleep -
Waiting to tell him of the life that he could keep;
To the left stood the essayist, beaming brightly;
To his right, historian, fat and unsightly!
Next in line, the tinker, who was now adored;
Finally, the machinist leader, looking bored.

Speaking of the earthly bonds that they would sever,
The four explained how Lazarus would live forever -
There lived no equation for human immortal'ty,
Yet this hindrance could be evaded undoubtly;
In his research the essayist had discovered
Biblical transcriptions, recently recovered -
Yet this man could read them, and thus, to his surprise,
The recipe for Godhood sat, before his eyes.

After many weeks, the answer was completed -
At the end, many men were flustered and heated;
The Council had perfected all necessary
For the machinists, who stood proud but quite weary -
Working under storming rain and burning rays,
The workers built their God Machine in thirteen days;
And thus the King was led in such a grand parade
To the thing that made his civ'lization fade.

Never since has such a procession been led
Wond'rous colours, glistening, in Glamour's stead;
As the brilliant banners sparkled in the wind
No one knew just how much this country had sinned;
Within the day the King had traveled 'round his world
Inside the Kingdom boundaries as his fate unfurled -
As sunset fell, the God Machine quietly waited,
Waiting for its use to be initiated.

Fireworks lit up the sky on their last twilight;
Lazarus the King spoke by the eerie moonlight,
Lying in his long speech of calm serenity -
The opp'site thing, misguided King, of div'nity!
And as Midnight approached, festivities did stop;
The Council members, newly rich, announced the drop
Of the time before the day began and could -
The clock struck twelve and history was drenched in blood.

As Lazarus beamed, the God Machine flickered on,
With the moment here, he ascended and was gone;
He rose up to the stars where he would swiftly find
That, lacking power or a body, his poor mind
Could exert no force and he was forced to wander -
Hopelessly, Eternity left him to ponder;
This fate would drive any human beyond insane;
And, as his mental walls broke down, the Nightmares came.

As Lazarus began his eternal torment
The Kingdom he left behind was collapsed and bent -
The limbs of every human in the place did melt,
Excruciating pain did come with sick'ning welt -
Blood spilled from ears, it spilled from eyes and open jaws;
The dying people, in their pain, knew not the cause.
The sacrifice of Godhood and it's saturation
Is the death of an entire civ'lization.

And so this horrid tale comes to its grisly close -
But there is one last detail or two to impose;
For, you see, the power source of the God Machine,
Unknown to the scholars, was gravity unseen -
The entire country, over the course of Night
Imploded upon itself and rose with dark fright;
This blood-filled mass did leave the earth and soon
Would be regarded with human eyes as the moon.
ELEANOR
By Linsday A. Powell,
AKA Cake Bake Betty.
Hours wasted on the trigger
In the river I was waiting
I was wanting, never wanting,
What I could not yet become
Let the sea change, let's remember
All the good I did, the ending
Was no more than spare repentance
This is nothing like my home
On the table I was ready
Blood it glistened, Gods they listened
Running wild after chalice
Just to let them take me on
See the whirling of the skylights
Beasts surround me, all around me
Trains pull out from under mantles
Just to listen with us all
And with colors captivating
Eleanor stood cold and waiting
She was bathing me in blessings
That confronted as I cried
See the whole of me igniting
Clever hands with brushes biting
Cross the river to the tower
With remains of every sacrifice inside
Oh, my precious demon darlings
Come to hold me, death unfold me,
Color move me to the chambers
Where I know I feel alive
Dance in circles, atop grasses,
Crossing over, lo, behold her
In the places of our reaches
Where the beasts have set their lives
But the water ceased to bargain
We are stranded where we've landed
Break the circle, take us back to
Where we feel we need to be
Watching careful, the completion
Of the Cosmos, where the zygote
Sleeping sound now that I've found
My dearest friend outside my door
Bound for new life, mason's thunder
East is over, West is under
Found the hum of drag race runners
Comfort blaring in my sheets
Now we'll head back up to Barmouth
Where the kids are seldom honest
Cross the borders, pass the train yards
I will answer just to breathe
But the time will come for lovers
In the cradle of another
We will wander past the distance
For our merry mouths to meet...
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MUSIC

Rock 'n roll, classical, electronica, video game soundtracks, foreign and jazz. Heavier stuff too, but only if there's a degree of art involved; Dimmu Borgir is a wonderful example.
{Tsunami Bomb, Logan Whitehurst and the Junior Science Club, The Action Design, Killola, The Vettes , A Perfect Circle, KoRn, Tool, Shiny Toy Guns, Ashes Divide, Mindless Self Indulgence, Avenged Sevenfold, Staind, Lacuna Coil, Within Temptation, Motorhead, Unstoppable Robot, Metallica, Pre-MtM Linkin Park, Tenpai Sato, Mozart, Bach, Billy Talent, Ladytron, Freezepop, Patrick Wolf, Intentional Accidents, Aqua, t.A.T.u., Kill Hannah, The Police, Yasunori Mitsuda, Yoko Shimomura, dir en grey, The Pillows, Laibach, Das Ich, Fear Factory...}
GAMES

I'm a sucker for old-school Sonic, classic platformers, RPGs of all sorts, first-person shooters, basically anything.
{Disgaea Series :D , Halo series, Sonic the Hedgehog games on the Sega Genesis, Breath of Fire series, Final Fantasy Series, Dragon Warrior series, God of War series, Katamari Damacy series, anything Super Mario (ESPECIALLY GALAXY), Super Smash Bros. series, Okami, Resident Evil series, the original Clock Tower, the first three Spyro's, the first four Crash Bandicoot's, DID I SAY DISGAEA ZOMG DISGAEA}
TELEVISION

Basically, anything with a gripping story, great characters and amazing impossible subtexts!
{Doctor Who, Fooly Cooly, Heroes, Invader Zim, Arrested Development, The Sarah Conner Chronicles, Rocket Power, The Catherine Tate Show, Mobile Suit Gundam, Lazytown, anything involving pizza or cake...}
MOVIES

{The Dark Knight, The Royal Tenenbaums, Donnie Darko, Tropic Thunder, The Emperor's New Groove, Memento, Final Destination 1 & 2, Burn After Reading, Fantasia (1937 original), Ghostbusters, A Beautiful Mind, Reservoir Dogs, the works of Hayao Miyazaki, the works of Satoshi Kon, Paycheck, Cellular, Ringu/The Ring, A Tale of Two Sisters, Audition, Mulan, Peter Pan, Oliver and Co., Hamlet 2, W. and more...}
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