for to fulfill

Awash in the splendor of their adulation he marveled at his own tremendous creation. It rose to the heavens his towering spire while much was the outrage and anger and ire of a paltry handful of religious types who bit back their verbiage and swallowed their gripes. Soon after, they sat down to hatch out a plan to return to 'god's sway' their precious homeland for forcing all peoples who did settle there to give up their sciences worldly and fair. From out of the tower came precise predictions about when to plant and some new forms of diction that dealt with the stars and the moon and the sun which quickly infected most everyone. The people they praised all the progress they saw and gathered agape and did gather in awe to which the religious types pulled out more hair and increased their efforts to strangle the air straight out of the beast as they called it together the beast that could better (than they) know the weather. While digging around in the depths of their creed they found a new tool for to fulfill their need to pull down false idols and return to ways that they had been preaching for too many days. Set loose on the people this tool all speech crushed and hither and yon in much panic they rushed these poor simple citizens who'd been much pleased that science could lesson their labor and need. His city in tatters his tower pulled down the man did then flee with his scepter and crown to look for a people who shared his new tongue where he could resume with his research anon. The types of religion they pulled out more hair for they couldn't talk with the people still there could not spread their message of monotheism and did then retreat to their monastic prison to draw up more schemes how to fix what they'd done – oh their's was a true Pyhrric victory won.

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the shimmering haze

She spoke not a whisper but stood there and looked and that simple gesture his knee-bones it shook. Her breast-piece was radiant epaulets too and naught was a nipple stuck there on her boob, and dark was the skin of her body and hair as she leaned in closer to poignantly stare. A fence in between them did keep her within and him on the outside stood there looking in and then she did turn her back letting him see the eyes in wing-clusters – a thousand and three. With nary a movement she was then away but turned back again in the light of non-day to once again meet up with his tracking gaze then once more did move through the shimmering haze. Twice more she appeared little more than a speck whence he did awake with a sweat-sheen bedecked and spoke to his mates born and bread in Bali about the dark angel he'd happened to see. 'She was the house guardian, that's what we think, so watch whom you bed down and watch what you think, and give her an offering, candy perhaps, and clear out all worries from your deep mind-traps, and light her some incense when you your home make and take care the needs of the gods here to slake for their power is such that they'll harm or care for people who in this place to settle dare. Now speak a few words to her and all the others for they are fierce fathers and all-watchful mothers.'

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madmen to date

Ho Ho who's that calling? It's ISIS / Daesh but they are not bringing a flash Xmas crèche; instead it's that nasty old bringer of death – their old-timey favorite suicide vest. These cunts got their start in a cesspit of hate that has trained up many cruel madmen to date, Bin Laden and Saddam (but they are now gone) and those that threw over the Shah of Iran. Central to its mission are ladies and gents who lack of most true signs of Intelligence – instead they use sick people, lame ones you see, who've relinquished love's long-lasting Agency. Each time it's not different each time it's the same their backstabbing spy-bullshit overthrow game: the Ynki think 'Oh, we don't like that there prez, but this guy will do just what ever we says,' then they fund and train him and all of his mates and duly release them at the palace gates. Trained up to maim torture and not care a shred how many civilians are left lying dead the new cunt then goes in and uses his tools to make Ynki look like a bunch of weak fools. Embezzling billions from his country's riches he (most times) turns loose his foul suicide bitches and flies into buildings some planes that he stole then crawls into a tiny earthen-bound hole. Each time now the Ynki says, 'Oh, who's to blame for that man who brought upon mankind such shame?' without ever looking into a mirror and seeing that he is the cause of such horror. They're probably coming for me as we speak my limbs and my spirit to pummel and break but I say: fuck terrorists of ev'ry stripe you won't steal a wink from my sleepings tonight for I do not fear cuntlings such as you are nor bombs or bugs that you might put in my car but voice my thoughts freely and sovereign too and bid you much failure in all that you do.

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type of terror

With heartbreak and torment they wanted to do the trite type of terror that only they knew. With bomb-vest and rifle with knife caltrop tweet and seeking to rip up society's sheet they woke up that morning and spoke the due rites to all that is Evil both daytimes and nights. With sadness before them and cruelness behind they sat there then brooding all trapped in the mind aloof to the madness that would be their act their thoughts turned to all of the corpses they'd stack. Then off for the market or off for the game they went seeking Islam to slander and shame to murder their victims whose only real crime was being alive at wrong place and wrong time. To counter these madmen with bomb missile round is a policy far from both solid and sound for they can then paint us as murderous apes who blow up things then go back home to eat crepes. A simple solution is to first show love to second stop praying to forces above to third starve their bellies and stop buying oil then fourth maybe put these fools under the soil. With all of the money we've spent making war to now find ourselves with such cunts at our door just shows that our efforts to date weren't true wherefore we'd be wise to go try something new. By opening doors to each poor refugee who flees Daesh violence by land or by sea is to prove to ourselves that we are still kind that we can leave all of our anger behind and then stand together united as one until war and sadness have finally gone.

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a foul fortune

There was a foul fortune that showed up one day but each of us knew it would ruin our day. Its origins shady its true purpose masked yet there in the bright and harsh daylight it basked. A full ton of greenbacks much covered in gore sat there at the stoop of our unvarnished door and reeked to the heavens and caused a small scene yet all of us knew it was too far from clean for us to accept it and spent it on goods so we duly dragged it out back to the woods. We there tried to burn it up far from our yard but were with high treason first sentenced then charged by agents arriving from central D.C. who set about shackling us with howling glee. 'This was some blood-payment, your taxes helped kill, those terrorist madmen who maim and haunt still but since you rejected this money we gave we'll send you all quietly to unmarked graves. You spoke out too oft 'gainst our World War of Terror and that was your final and quite fateful error for yours was agreement both tacit and true that granted our forces the power to do things like bombing hospitals and wedding guests and yes a few madmen in suicide vests. Collateral damage is part of the game and now we will visit upon you the same for you sat there scared in your comfy abode and let us your precious protections erode. The U.S. is fascist and we like it thus and now you will feel the full might of our thrust for we cannot stand by and let you all go your seedlings of doubt hope and thoughtfulness sow. Your neighbors are timid they took the cash in and sat back as we blew up their far-distant kin and turned on the TV and ate up their snacks and cared not if we bombed a few run-down shacks in Yemen or Iraq Niger Pakistan or slaughtered child grandpa or fleeing woman. Your neighbors were smarter than you by a mile just look as they gaze at us with empty smiles for they are fat clueless and good worker bees who kowtow on broken and muddy stained knees whenever we show up to round up dumb fools who criticize such great American tools as rain missiles unseen from skies blue and bright in manners resembling the terrorists' fright. Goodnight then you foolish ones who dared to speak that one time not long ago by a few weeks – your voices forever we extinguish here to prove that our resolve is frightfully clear.' With that we were garroted making no sound and dumped without rites into holes in the ground our home was demolished our memory banned by what was not long ago an honest land.

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high and hidden

Stuck deep in the furrows of some icy crags were small votive offerings bound up in rags. Just who had done placed them up there long ago is to us a mystery but we now know the form of the offerings what they resemble as with patient diligence we disassembled reach tightly-bound package each tiny wrapped thing that's been well-protected from harsh weathering. The first is a man-shape the second a fox the third is bird in a small wooden box the fourth is an arrow the fifth is a snare for catching small game such as weasel or hare. With patterns and writing they are decorated and their deep importance cannot be inflated for they are as old as the oldest of traces that mankind has left in high and hidden spaces. We'll study these totems with photon x-ray but not let them sit in the harsh light of day and after we've probed them and measured their stuff they will be returned to their rocks cold and gruff. We'd rather they sit there than in a glass cage so that they'll protect us again through this age of conflict and sadness of war famine blight that threatens to dampen mankind's shining light. We thank our fore-bearers who hid them on high and promise much harder to labor and try to end war and anger to end poverty to spread hope and love to him you her and he.

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America (kinda) apologizes

At a sparsely-attended ceremony held among the dying stalks of the White House's rose garden, American president Mr. Barack H. Obama delivered an apology, of sorts. 'Here, today, the United States of America, this great nation, wants to apologize to all the countries that, since the late 1800s, we have invaded, bombed, or otherwise tramped upon unceremoniously, primarily to protect corporate interests headquartered in but not necessarily paying taxes to the United States, of America. These nations include but are not limited to Nicaragua, Iraq, Honduras, Cuba, the Philippines, Mexico, Russia, Angola, Laos, Cambodia, Japan, and of course Vietnam. Look, we're sorry for killing untold millions of your people and making off with millions of tons of your resources, but we needed it. OK? We needed to spill your blood so that the folks making weapons here back home would be able to work. To put food on the table. To keep their kids in shoes and coats. And we needed your oil, your bananas, your rubber, your sugar, everything you had then and might still have, and we will probably need it again, tomorrow or the next day, because with the economic system we have in place now, our people are used to paying prices kept cheap by the constant threat and very real application of violence, and all that stuff we take from you gets thrown into landfills after people have used it maybe just once or twice, and then we go out and get more of it instead of designing a system that is closed and self-supporting, one in which consumer products are designed to be reused, and recycled, over and over again.

'But if we find out you have something we didn't know we needed, something we suddenly cannot live without, we're going to come right back in and cluster-bomb your cities, wipe out your infrastructure, and then take from our own people the money needed to pay independent contractors who charge us exorbitant sums to go in and rebuild all the stuff we just got finished blowing up. Do y'all see how this cycle works? Is it clear to you now? Oh, and nothing we do is wrong, and no amount of hardship or torment we inflict upon you is illegal or will cause me, or anyone else from America, to have to go in front of the International Criminal Court in Den Haag, because, well, because whatever we do is right, and true, and necessary. Because we're the shining beacon on the hill, the one place on Earth that is allowed to punish and kill others for doing exactly what we do, what we have been doing, and what we will continue to do, without fear of retribution, or justice. And things are only going to get worse – with global climate change kicking into high gear, many of our homegrown corporations controlling much of the world's supply of potable water, and the desertification of various regions throughout Africa and the Middle East now causing waves of immigrants to flood north, into Europe, America's vast military might and relative geographic isolation will ensure our survival, or at least the survival of those Americans rich enough to buy and outfit land in the mountains of Alaska, where rising sea levels and warming temperatures won't affect them much, Americans well-connected enough not to be rounded up by our jackbooted and militarized police forces and sent to live out the rest of their pitiable lives starving in federal concentration camps already in place across these fifty States. So, yeah, we're sorry for all the bad stuff we did in the past, but that's nothing compared to what is coming. I've seen the plans, and I know just how truly shitty it's going to get for you all in the years to come. So buck up, you weak chumps, because you ain't seen nothing, yet.'

(This article is fiction; it should not be taken as a factual representation of the opinions of any member of the American government.)

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dim-shadow koboldt

The dim-shadow koboldt is known for mischief for lifting a pocket or silk handkerchief. He waits at such crossroads as are poorly lit to pilfer and raid from a passerby's kit. He flits now from this now to that darkened spot and cannot be injured by curse or flung shot but always pops up again where least expected to abscond with things left too long unprotected. Fear not though ye wise ones who have sacrificed a coin or a flower or such modest tithe at one of the altars of kindly Vi'n'nya whose shelter is constant whose gaze travels far. Her white flowing robes will chase off ev'ry thief who wishes to make off with your's in his teeth but never do turn to catch of her a glimpse for hers is a countenance not made for wimps. The dim-shadow koboldt he knows this he does and would rather munch on cast-off linty fuzz than stand up and face her or look in her eye wherefore at her coming he to his lair flies. So next time you're traveling do stop a wink at one of her alters and there pause to think and lay down a small thing it's not much she needs to keep your path clear of those miscreant thieves.

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vapid and wild

From deep in our borders a strength does arise that against the forces of all darkness flies. It comes from the throats of man woman and child in warblings berserker shrill vapid and wild and sends many shivers down every spines of anyone who dares to cross o'er our lines. We stand independent from Ynki and Rus from enemies flagrant and those yet obtuse and ours is a mighty earth-shattering cry for we to the last man will throe fight and die. So heed ye this warning and meddle ye less in matters that are not your own business all foreign invaders much bent on empire who dare cross our sparsely-manned east or west wire. For we in Grigovia care for our own and want not for conflict that's financed or sown by shadowy figures from 'burg 'ville 'gorod who upon our sovereignty do seek to trod. We'll take in refugees from the Ynki wars and store them behind our own familys' doors but will not stand idly without due reply when cruel foreign devils our freedoms espy.

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call and chase

In high wooden timbers there live many creaks and they have been at it for thousands of weeks. They squeak and they shudder they won't go away they sound out their presence from night-time to day they aren't going nowhere so best never ponder from whence they did come from whence they did wander. To ease their shrill speakings best set out a plate of honey and water upon a heat-grate and watch as this mixture does soothe all their wants and lessen their burdens of their homely haunts. Or live with them peacefully hoping they'll call and chase away many a weak sickly pall for they have been known with their talking to ease most any a phlegm-filled rheumatic disease. Keep you right on creaking we welcome you here and laugh when you tickle and thrust at the ear you creaks in the attic you creaks on the stair – huzzah for all creakings most everywhere!

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