Y'won't catch me dead pretending to be a cross-dressing pirate! Now, an instrument of planetary destruction sent to this planet for the mere purpose of agitating the inhabitants until the invading planet finally does invade and assimilate the world into their own, instead choosing his path in life to revolve around a ragabond group of rebel thieves and a princess who, compared to her elephant-reminiscent mother, is a fair treat, not to detract from her general voluptuousness in the first place, delighting in her persistence at wearing skin-tight yellow plastic suits which offer rather an interesting blend of textures to the discerning grope.

Yessiree, I just need the frilly bits anna tail.

Ayrn Life Advice Section 5 Paragraph 2 Line 1: Bandanas are good for covering zits.

2001-07-08 - 10:04 a.m.

Sit back, relax. Feel time flow around you. Your death is slowly slipping by.

Time eludes the strongest men, and in the end the greatest champions, the richest kings, and the poorest peasants enter the same realm, the long sleep of death. Who can say what comes next, it's merely a concrete defiance of the basic illogical nature of the universe to apply such a logical item such as the afterlife to such an illogical thing such as death. Or perhaps it is an illogical universe that hosts as logical an item as life, through the birth, death, and rebirth cycles, the picture of non-chaos, the likeness of order.

Why should life continue after death? Why should life end after death? Why should life have started in the first place, and who is to say that birth is not in fact the ending of life, with death being the beginning?

Perhaps life is lead in that stream between time, between dimensions, between the conscious thoughts of physical vessels to carry the souls of life through death and back to rebirth in the World Beyond. If so, this is merely a transitional phase - this life a trip through Grand Central Station of Souls, stopping at Earth and planets of the Sol System (should you be lucky to be dead long enough to enjoy a Mars excursion before you meet your untimely beginning). This Grand Central Station of Souls offers many pleasant distractions, such as the Hot Dog Vendors of Peace and Enlightenment, as well as the Pay Phone Of Self-Discovery allowing one to contact the living from time to time through a process of deep spiritual discovery and exploration of the inner secrets of the multiverse.

At any rate, it is not merely Grand Central Station, but it is far more. A solar system for a playground, a universe of possibilities, all for the purpose of living from death to birth. On this trip, it is not shameful to miss your train. On this trip, it is not a pity to spend too much time in a out-of-the-way-bookstore, garnering knowledge about both life and death.

For, on this trip, it is not the destination or the origin, but the infinite stretch of distance that the body and soul can cover, the infinite possibilities that lay out before one, the ceaseless boundaries of the after-life imagination that lay dormant, wanting to wake and make themselves known.

Through the cycle of death, birth, and re-death, one gains valuable insight into the realm of death, only to return once more to where life originates, to the Cloud of Consciousness, to God, to the Mother. Each journey through this Grand Central Station of the Soul, this flesh and mind, one gains more knowledge and skills are carried over, laying dormant closer and closer to the surface to be used on the next trip through The Station.

Life extends beyond science and religion, beyond comprehension by our sleeping souls in this plain of death. Mortality does not exist in true life, for when one's death finally catches up to one's self in this plain of death, one is reborn into the cosmic life, into the oneness of consciousness, into the communion of souls. All to one, one to all, life and death are interconnected through this web - but to pass from life to this world of death means to put one's soul to sleep, to dream, and to see what dreams may come.

~Ayrn

Wondering in a most profound fashion what noise yellow makes

and

Graduating from fencing classes

and

Listening to his Chrono Trigger OSV

and

Listening to the inner melodies and harmonies made by the universe

"All DNA is a form of music..."

"Am I a butterfly dreaming I am a man, or am I a bowling ball dreaming I am a plate of sashimi?"

(MIRAI AYRN NOTE: These are flashback entries from a flashback entry. This is because I like screwing with time.)

"Aisha Klan-Klan of the Ktarl-Ktarl, where DID you get that inflatable bra. For crying out loud, you'd think she kept the Hindenberg under there. There's no way those could be real. I really love the hair ring, though. And the braid. And the cute kitty bell. You know it's a cat race when they're wearing all kinds of shiny things. Shiny things rock." - 2001-03-09

Shiny things do rock. And no, I wasn't going to buy a Balloon Bra for myself...*sweatdrop...*

"I've been working on my penetrating gaze. So far, I can quite accurately match an idiot gaze (See: Dougal on Father Ted), it's quite easy. Let your eyes go out of focus and look around three feet behind the head of whoever you want to really freak out. The effect is quite stunning. To heighten the effect even futher, slightly open your mouth in a blissful, happy grin, just barely showing your top set of teeth. The result is highly effective in scaring people, unless they exhibit an IQ < 0 (The "Mihoshi" phenomenon: where an intellect actually subtracts from the pooled intelligence of all sentient creatures around it), in which case you'll amuse them quite greatly and get them to mimic you, giggling all the while." - 2001-03-15

Tenchi/Father Ted referencing.

I'm up to 184 archived pages, and I have twice or more my archives on D-Land. Meeeeep.

~Ayrn