Part II: The World Is Full Of Mistakes

They always say time changes things, but you actually have to change them yourself.

Andy Warhol, The Philosophy of Andy Warhol

US artist (1928 – 1987)

The weather forecasters didn't say anything about the day's weather prediction to be cloudy and windy with gentle and warm drizzles of rain, ranging from the unmistakable and rather shocking color of blood to a foul looking inky blackness pelting the City of Lucina and apparently the rest of the world which was reported in a panicky fashion later during the afternoon. The sea of citizenry moved around the two deviative people standing under an old, gnarled tree which blocked their similar paths, looking at the conversing couple as they did so; the young woman appeared to be trapped in a reverie, struggling to awaken, the man wrapped his arms around her and held the woman upright easily as if she was a feather.

"Open your eyes for me; slowly. Take your time, if you must." She obediently took heed of what the towering source of the voice from above suggested to her and started to lift her eyelids up in an excruciatingly slow manner. Opening one's eyes to the world around them after sleeping for such a prolonged period of time can be difficult, but not impossible. Her eyes were of two colours; the left eye was of the most brilliant of reds, reminiscent of the lifeblood of man, and the other eye as blue as the calm ocean before the storm. Seeing what was around her was quite a disorienting experience which resulted in the man near her to steady her by hand in case she fell to the ground; the last thing he would want is his stunning companion to become drowsy once again. Who am I? What is this place?

"Welcome to the world, my dear sweet Violettesrot. This is where unbreakable chaos and delicate order intermingle almost directly with one another daily, even though it is not noticed at the most of times." the gynandromorphic man with the creamy skin and dynamically tinted eyes took great satisfaction at the fact that she was awake at last; it seemed as if an era had gone by between them.

"Violettesrot… That is who I am; I think, therefore I am…" the strung out assertion done by the certainly alive-and-kicking associate elicited a nod from the other half, who grinned away like clockwork after having someone to talk to despite her half-dead facade.

"I could not think of any other nice sounding names, so I have thought of that one; something that is foreign, but holds definite meaning for you. Keep it with you for as long as you live." his explanation to his significant other seemed feasible enough, even though he knew that it would take longer to understand why such a name was given to her.

"Come with me, I have such sights to show you."

The unidentified entity with black hair combined with midnight blue tints in the visage of thorns proceeded to grab the girl's thin wrist and drag her along with him, into the heart of instability itself known as the world through the metropolitan city's many grey clogged arteries.

"The joyous city as you see here my dear is just a cover for something designated more ugly to it's utterly clueless citizens enjoying a hedonistic lifestyle in this diseased society while everything around crumbles to dust; a fate that was suffered by the two decadent cities of Sodom and Gomorrah." something about the two ancient cities rang a distant bell in the juvenile's mind. Trying to pick at more than one thread of thought wasn't as easy as it seemed for mind that has been dormant for aeons.

The seemingly glamorous city was in itself, a wound festering slowly and progressively with different stages of advancement upon it.

A silent beckoning brought Violettesrot standing still in front of her cyptonymic benefactor as time slipped past the both of them in the city.

"You will see the world as I see it; it may be a little… disorientating for someone as young as yourself." his slender arms wrapped around her with his hands landing in deviatory places altogether; his left hand covered her eyes, whilst his free arm prevented her from moving completely. She found the varying temperatures of his hands and his presence comforting. She felt a sudden shift in gravity as her former five senses wilted away and was replaced with something more efficient and the more magnificent.

Through his multi-faceted eyes, Violettesrot saw everything at once; a group of people, young and old, full of energy and infirm dressed in nothing but grey rags to cover their sickly scarecrow-like forms looking desperately around them hunting and scavenging for food, to survive for just another seemingly hopeless day, a foreign man, qualified in his profession of fixing various everyday objects for a fair price is thrown out headfirst of his dearly loved occupation due to the incident of racial hatred getting worse minute by minute, a respectable man in a darkened room was bruising the innocence of children and teens alike by visual means on the net for a quick but filthy bit of money, a young woman has wasted her promising future to feed the mouths of her now fatherless children by selling the unknown substance of mind melters and sanity benders to those who need it in desperation, detectives being used to solve every problem to list in their corrupted world until they are bone weary, even with their special abilities to assist in times of need, an entire city growing more cancerous everyday because all these events and many others that are possibly a lot worse. The being let go of his charge who was on the verge of collapse due to her fragile state.

"We will have change all this for the better soon, this is just the start."

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  1. erm, about the author? people say about you…
    I’ll take option number two.
    Anyway, thatks again for your help.
    I’ve posted a comment, too.
    I was going to check your website, when….
    POW!
    New look… again? This is the third one thins week. I liked the previous one better.
    This one is sort of… well… you know.
    Still haven’t figured out how to place links on my theme. I’ve added the blogroll with your site on it, but… no effect, it just won’t post links.
    Never mind, I’ll look in the FAQs. Maybe it’s another technical glitch.

  2. Oh, and by the way, I LOVE your terms. No, really, creative licence – that’s creative.

    • Loki
    • June 18th, 2006

    I’ve generated the licence from somewhere to protect my stuff 🙂 and I changed the look again due to graphical malfunctions and the fact that I wanted a blogroll on my site 😛

  3. Well, I can’t have a blogroll, but I like the theme.
    grrrrrrr…

    • Loki
    • June 19th, 2006

    I think it depends on the theme 😛 Some themes don’t have the links widget, some do.

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