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the Inter-lewd:
It was sometime, still before the turn of the century when I pulled myself out of the dirt and headed North, still much under death's shroud. I knew then was I had become. I had awakened into darkness. I was a creature of the void. A creature alone in the universe. A creature. The Creature. The only creature. The truth spread out before me like an eager lover. I had penetrated the heart of solipsism, and found that I was strong. I was a Solipire! I knew then that I alone existed, and that the reality I had seen before me in the past was merely an illusion of my fevered, human brain. Then I came upon great powers, for when the dreamer controls the dream, anything is permissible. In my now-lucid perception, I moved. I traveled past Denver, into a small mining communtiy called Golden. Ha! A hopefull name, that! In an effort to reintroduce myself to the world I alone create, I briefly enrolled in the local university. Me! With my rotten clothes and less than gentlemanly hygene! What a stink my fellow acolytes made about that! That year, about 30 'people' fell beneath my solipire fangs. Their fat supplied me enough soap to finally scrub the stench of my own decay out of my carcass. My years abroad began shortly after I made a hasty retreat from Colorado, pursued by pitchfork carrying villagers, truely a nightmare. I hadn't gained the strength to control the dream completely after all. |
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The seas where high and stormy, so I spent much of my trip to Europe alseep a box of native sheets and pillows, deep in the hold of a steamer which had sailed from Georgia. When the ship landed, I found myself upon a heap of rock the likes of which I had never before seen. It was quaint country, one of the Ilhas Ocidentais of Portugal, which are barely known in the Americas as 'Azores.' Here was the perfect place to reestablish my concept of self, and gain inner knowledge. It was an island populated enough with ignorant farmers, and islolated enough to get away with feeding off the blood of the worker while contributing nothing to society as a whole. I had begun to see myself as quite normal, and created companions with which to divert my dream time attention. Eventually, I allowed some of the more agreeable figments some degree of sovereignty, that is, the ablity to operate independantly of my own conscious thought and act according to the inner, subconcious impulses of my brain. Had I created Freud at that time, he would call them my id companions. Be that as it may, we formed a loose solipre coven. Myself and my fellow id miscreants together drained the island of all it could give us. Of course, throughout the years there were apparitions of a more disagreeable nature. The baser, more evil aspects of my id come to life as it were, to try to stop myself from reaching absolute creative control over my reality. By thwarting and confounding our designs, these manifestations indeed wrecked havoc upon my ultimate goal. One by one I had to defeat them, and I laid their homes and families waste! Their names were quickly forgotten. Only one do I remember. I named her 'the Reptile.' She was my very antithesis, a powerful adversary, the full force of my id unleased. Having sprung from that part of my mind that thrives on vanity and facade, I dreamed that she lived a charmed, though false life. In the end, with her appetite for party and liquor, (and my willingness to supply both) she overcame her annoying habit of filling her lungs with oxygen, and instead choked on her own hypocrisy. Like the fall of Rome however, my end would not come from any single powerful movement, but the combined efforts of many small manifestations of my inner self, each one silently eating away at my seat of power. Page 3 HUB |