The CUBE-Queen Berry: The Pie is a Lie #4

The CUBE-Queen Berry: The Pie is a Lie #4

A cold snap flows through the Queens’ head as she watches Jeremey’s blood fill the floor, “why oh why did you have to bring your son into this, oh well looks like I’m going to have to change plans” the mysterious man chuckled as he slowly pulled his sword from Jeremey’s stomach. The hooded man smiled as pulled up his sword and begun to clean the blade with the bottom of his cloak laughing to himself, the Queen starred deep into the shroud of his face, “why so glum are you trying to curse me, well too bad for you, my spell transformed you into, what would you call it, oh it’s on the tip of my tongue, dammit this is going to kill me, oh that’s right a turtle, and last time I checked turtles can’t speak” the hooded man said as he kicked the unconscious Jeremey to the ground. the Queen rushed over to her son and pulled him close, pushing hard on his wound as an attempt to stop the bleeding, small tears in her eyes begin to trickle down as  she stares at Jeremey’s face, he stares back at the Queen, reaches out his hand and touching her face “I’m sorry” he says as the last few moments of his life slips through his fingers. Jeremey is now lifeless in the Queens’ arms, a thick glaze of tears rolls down her face as she stares at the hooded man, “WHY” she screams in her head, but to her disbelief the hooded man is just standing there laughing, “Oww this is fun” he snickered, the hooded man begins to twist his hands back and forth as he mutters something under his breath, the Queen feels something on her face. Jeremey’s hand reaches up and strokes the Queens face “I’m sorry” he says as death once again consumes him. The Queen is now filled with terror, as the hooded man once again begins to twist his hands, “I could do this all day” he laughed, the hooded man brings Jeremey back to life over and over as the Queen must sit there and watch as her son dies over and over in her arms, each time harder to bear than the last. “well i think that’s enough fun for today” the hooded man sighs, he  begins to raise his hands and make a symbol with his fingers, a bright white light begins to consume Jeremey and in an instant he is gone, “don’t worry he won’t die, I’ve got plans that I can’t frankly be bothered changing so ill just keep him alive until they’re done, hmmm maybe ill drop him off the castle walls or even better faze him into the walls, so many options so much time” the hooded man says as he lifts all the blood out of the floor with a quick flick of the wrist. the hooded man squats before the Queen examining all of her features, pulling open her mouth, pulling back her eyelids “hmmm quite a good job I’ve done here, but once again I still can’t change people’s eyes, I’ve really gotta get on that, oh well” he said, the Queen now frozen with fear begins to move her claws from under the hooded man’s legs, with one quick strike she scratches at his face, scratching over and over, each claw going deeper and deeper into his face, the Queen is now filled with a white hot rage, “For Jeremey” she screamed  pushing the hooded man to the ground and begins beating on his head, the cold mist of blood spraying in her face. The hooded man now lays there, lifeless, carved open like a freshly skinned cow, the Queen stares down at her claws and the sudden realization of what she had down washed over her, the color drained from her skin as the Queen pushed herself away and coward in the corner. The Queen sat there covering her eyes in fear, then a soft clapping sound begins from across the room, as she pulled her hands down her face was met with sheer terror, the Hooded man’s once lifeless body was now clapping, a soft laughter begun to change to a hysteric burst as he jumped to his feet “well done, well done, I like the new you, so feral, so violent and what a pity, I was going to tell you how I changed you and who I was but after you scratched my beautiful face, I’m upset” he smirked as he wiped a fake tear from his face. “Well after that I frankly need to go have some fun with the rest of your family,” he said as he looked towards the Queen and with the flick of his wrist his once beaten and mishappened head was again covered in darkness and shrouded by his cloak, “oh and one last thing, enjoy the fall…… GUARDS THE BEAST IS ESCAPING!” the Hooded man screamed as he raised his leg and kicked the Queen through the wall, CRASH, the Queen was now falling off the side of the mountain top castle, the wind racing past her head, everything flying towards her, Splash, the Queen once Again is consumed by the darkness.

End of Part 4

Fundamental problem with Religion

Written in 2008-

Before I get into this post just a few things I’d like to clarify, this was written when I was 17, during this time I was attending a private school and studying religion. To be c honest my family is a Christian household but with the influence of my grandmother that adapted many things from multiple different belief structures completely I had a very open mind towards other religions but in the long run, don’t classify myself as a very religious person.

By me writing this I am not trying to cause any offence towards any social group nor use this to put any other religious group above any other, these writings are pure speculation and thoughts on pros and cons in multiple sects of religious living, so don’t start sending threats just take these thoughts as they are and leave it at that.

Today we were asked to put forward or thoughts on different religions, we were asked to come to the front of the class and write our thoughts on the board, so that we could see the differing opinions of different beliefs, from the way the teacher took my contributions to the class, I DON’T THINK HE LIKES THE WAY I THINK, so with that here is the things I wrote on the board:

  • Christianity– you are told not to sin because upon death you face divine judgment and upon the end of the judgement you will either spend all eternity in the light of heaven or burn in the fire of hell, but due to the ever-changing lifestyle of the human race almost everything is classified as a sin these days and it’s almost impossible not to piss off god even though he himself sins more than all of us, he’s a little pervy. But from the core beliefs of Christianity if one does run over a person whilst kissing his neighbor’s wife whilst in a stolen car, as long as you repent your sins you are forever forgiven in the eyes of god, so heaven must be a pretty shitty place.
  • Islam– has the same end game as Christianity but they don’t believe in having priests because it is against the virtues of the one true god, but the big issues are some of the things they condemn as sins are very archaic, if one wishes to eat something they must check if it is purer than silk, we can not devote ourselves to worldly figures of high stature meaning no superheroes. but if one even opens one’s self to the beliefs of any other religion, its a straight shot to hell.
  • Hinduism– the way we live life is then judged in the end and we are either rewarded or punished for the life we had led, they also believe that all living things have souls and depending on how good or bad we are the higher or lower we move on the ladder of rebirth. For example, you’re good you move towards a higher plain of existence depending on whether this is your first or second good life but if you’re bad you move down and will become some form of animal. So therefore the burger i just ate could have been one of my relatives.
  • Buddhism– has the same belief structure as Hinduism, you do well your next life will be good, do bad and your next life will be bad. Besides this in the Tibetan side of Buddhism it is believed that people who do bad things are still being controlled by the animalistic tendencies of their previous life and have no way to change them, so therefore if I do bad there is nothing I can do because the dog in me won’t piss off until I die.

The teacher asked me why I have no faith and would choose to try and be funny at the cost of insulting the beliefs of millions of people, I then responded with “Dogma, if god came down and said to you everything you know about faith is wrong then by your Faith, you would believe him”.

a wise man once said “It’s not about who’s right or wrong. No denomination’s nailed it yet, because they’re all too self-righteous to realize that it doesn’t matter what you have faith in, just that you have faith. Your hearts are in the right place, but your brains gotta to wake up.”- Kevin Smith-Dogma(1999)

The CUBE-Queen Berry:The Pie is a Lie #3

The CUBE-Queen Berry:The Pie is a Lie #3

Footsteps patter in the distance and begin to come closer as the Queen slowly regains consciousness her mind begins to circle and itch in her skull, “what is happening to me, what has done this to me?” she thinks, her claws scratch the stone on the floor as she begins to push herself up from the ground. A strong wish begins to slide over her with a great hesitation “hey, what do I look like” she said to the guard on watch, but with no response she begins to ask over and over with each word growing more higher than the last, the Queen is now screaming over and over “WHAT AM I”, her words fall on deaf ears. The guard turns and stares at the Queen he begins to yell “What are y….”, “NO TALKING TO THE BEAST” a voice shouts from down the hall, who was this voice she thought, why are they so hesitant to talk to me she pondered. With no help from the outside world the Queen searches for a way to see the beast she had become, she grabs her food bowl and begins to look for water, with her eyesight still blurry the Queen begins to scourer the cell, but her eyesight begins to fight her with every moment trying to focus the more her eyes begin to sting and burn, the Queen falls to her knees with her sight failing more and more with each passing second all hope was beginning to disappear with it, as she dragged her way towards her bed,a distant thud echoed over and over, as the Queen focused on the noise it started to become clearer, the roof in the cell next to her was dripping from the ceiling. The Queen inches over to the cell wall bowl in hand, she begins to push the bowl between the bars to collect the water, she places the bowl on the ground to save her strength and sits up watching the bowl slowly filling, with each drop of water that falls into the bowl more and more fear  fills the Queen’s mind, the Questions begin to swell in , do i want to see?, what if I can’t handle it?, am i truly a monster?, each question beginning to scratch and itch inside her skull, each drop begins to sting like arrows madness begins to creep in. Hours pass the Queen is now rocking back and forth, clutching her face muttering under her breath, with all these thoughts of doubt and fear rolling in hear mind, her sanity is begining to fade but from within the depths of her mind a song is beginning to rise, this song was sung to her as a child and she sang it to her children, the queen began to hum repeating the song over and over, with each completion the world begins to return to her. BANG, the queen is snapped out of her trance by the door being smack by a sword it was Jeremey he had been watching her for a few hours now, Jeremy opens the door and enters , the Queen rushes to the back of the cell in fear, “Talk” Jeremey yells with sword in hand, “it’s me” she replies crying with every muttered word. Jeremey sheaths his sword and crouched in front of the Queen, starring through her studying her every detail, the queen does not know what to do, she tries to speak but it seems he doesn’t care what she says, the Queen begins to mime to Jeremy, The queen points to Jeremey then her ears then to herself, Jeremey replies “You haven’t spoken the whole time you’ve been here”, with this information the Queen proceed to pretend to write on her hand, “Guard, bring me something to write with” Jeremey yells. The guard runs into the cell with parchment and a quill, a smile begins to carve its way into the Queen’s face, as she will finally be able to tell her son that she is the Queen, “leave us” Jeremy says to the guard as he leaves for the front of the dungeon, the Queen begins writing, telling Jeremey everything she remembers and that he must help her, the Queen hands the paper to Jeremey, as he begins to read the look on his face begins to show disbelief and anger, but all of a sudden his face changes and tears begin to form in the corner of his eyes as he looks up Jeremey says, “only you would call me Jamie, what happe….” a long blade pierces Jeremey armor and sticks into the ground before him, “I think you’ve heard enough” a mysterous voice says from behind Jeremey.

End Part .

The CUBE-Queen Berry:The Pie is a Lie #2

The CUBE-Queen Berry:The Pie is a Lie #2

Hey, everybody here is part two fo the mystery involving the queen, just to let you know I’m actual having a lot of fun with this.

A splash of cold lands on the Queens’ face, she is awoken by the warmth of her own breath, her body is shocked into life by the appearance of a dark figure before her, with her eyes sight still hazy and everything still out of focus she can bearly make out a single detail of this elusive presence before her. Queen Berry fights all terror and inches closer towards the figure but with every inch the weaker she became, as if some outside force was taking all the energy from her body, her legs were aching, her back was stiff she was frozen with pain but she must know who this figure is. Bang, her forehead hits the bars of the prison cell that until this moment she had completely forgotten about, as the wave of pain subsided the figure begun to speak, “are you ready to talk” it echoed, ” why have you done this to me, I am your queen” she replied. The dark figure begins to pace before the cell staring at the queen, watching her every move, judging her as if this figure was trying ever so hard not to kill her, it begins to move faster and faster, breathing heavier and heavier until out of now where it just stops and thrusts its hand between the bars and grasped the queen by her throat. Queen Bery tries to jump back but with no avail, the figure now had her, it begun to squeeze tighter while screaming questions over and over “Where is she, who are you, how did you get in the throne room” but little did this dark overwhelming force realise that the queen could not hear him, with every second the figure held on the darker everything became, the Queen could do nothing but hold on through the struggle and hope there was going to light on the other side. Just as everything began to fade and the last flicker of light was beginning to fade on the horizon of her gaze, words begin to circle in her mind, grower louder and louder with each syllable becoming clearer than the last, the Queens’ eyes snapped open, everything was no in focus she could see everything from the rust on the bars to the waterways down the hall, the words it was repeating were now coming through as clear as ever ” what have you done with my mother ” it was saying then as the queen looked towards the face of the dark figure it begun to fade. With each moment it became more apparent, the Queens eyes widened and begin to glass over as a wave of tears roll down her face the dark figure had been her son Jeremey all along, in this moment Jeremey stared into the Queens eyes and felt a familiar feeling invade his mind. Jeremey jumps back in terror and begins to run away from the cells pushing the city guard out of the way that had been watching the whole time, Queen Berry reaches for him as he leaves trying ever so hard to grab Jeremey, but alas in this moment the queen is struck with a lightning bolt of terror, for the first time since she had woken the Queen had seen her hands, she begins to scream as she looks towards her body, they had no skin only scales remained, what was once beauty and youth was now something that could only be told in nightmares. Out of nowhere a city guard screams ” shut up monster” and strikes th Queen in the head with the end of his spear, yet again the Queen is inveloped in darkness and floats down into the depths of slumber.


end of part 2.

The CUBE-Queen Berry: The Pie is a Lie #1

The CUBE-Queen Berry: The Pie is a Lie #1

Howdy, so this new type of post is just some of the short stories I’ve found in my notebooks, they’re in parts but don’t worry I will try my best to put the complete story up for your enjoyment here is part one of “Queen Berry: the pie is a lie“.

A sour taste roles over like a wave of death as Queen Berry bites into the apple pie that laid before her, as darkness drew in from the corner of her eyes, questions circled like crows, “who has done this, what was in that pie, am i going to die,” she muttered over and over as a hard punch of stone struck her as she hit the ground. Just as everything begins to fade voices circle around her, “where is the queen, guards seize her, close the gates,” they all echoed at once, growing louder and louder, each word cutting through the queen like a knife, then nothing, a sea of emptiness washes over her as she drifts deeper and deeper into nothingness. Smack she hits the floor, darkness begins to fade as the small sliver of light breaks through the curtain of sleep but remains just out of reach, “everything is out of focus” she thinks, the Queen begins to focus her eyes, trying to make out her surroundings, directly in front of her are bars “I must be in the dungeon” she said, as she feels around the fact becomes more apparent, Berry now resides in the castle prison, water dripping from the ceilings, the smell of death in the air, it was real she wasn’t dreaming. In this moment a wave of terror rolled over her it was burning her very soul, “HELP” she screamed almost to the point of her never being able to speak again, “I’m The Queen let me out” she continued but to no avail, no one was around, or maybe they just didn’t care, a cold tear rolled down her face as she once again joined the wave and accepted the darkness.

End part one.

Paradoxical Humour

So I was going through one of my old Philosophy notebooks and notice these weird excerpts of text, they’re mostly analogies to explain the different paradoxes we were learning and yes I know some of them are about the same thing but I frankly couldn’t be bothered organising them into sections. So here are some of the ones I found throughout multiple books and they’re fun for a browse through the last one is a little questionable.

  • In the words of Socrates “yes sir, i will teach you about apples, but I can’t teach you about fruit”. Each lesson learned is a new lesson that must be taught.
  • The more something scares you the more it must be done, except for clowns not going anywhere near them…..No way…….no……no……….no.
  • Man, this teacher is a butt plug, hmmm does that make him a buttplug. (the less one cares for others, the less they care for oneself).
  • The Earth added Mars on facebook, but yet still only talks to him once a year and in this moment the Earth realised that the more he tried to become connected the deeper his isolation he felt.
  • Skateboarder thinks he’s going to nutter butter on the rail, then Damn right he’s going to nutter butter on that goddamn rail. The more you look to failure the truer it becomes. 
  • Holy crap that dudes nose is huge…..owwww wait….. it’s mine. The more you hate something about someone the more you hate about yourself because you’re avoiding the mirror.
  • “No I will not let you hold my baby,” Jeremy said as he lit up a cigarette from behind his ear. The less we trust, the less we can be trusted.
  • Nobody likes, Nobody likes, Nobody likes a Try Hard (sung by some preppy dingleberry band from the mid-2000’s),  the more we try to impress the fewer people that are truly impressed by you.
  • GodDammit Russel why the hell can’t you setup my fricken mac you said that you knew how to use Linux, Windows and Mac. Bertrand Russel-“the more conviction someone holds to be the absolute truth the less the know on the subject”.
  • “Hmm, excuse me, sir, what ice cream flavours do you have,” Tim said to the clerk,”well we have chocolate, vanilla, strawberry and bull feces, but I only have one scoop and I haven’t changed the water all day,” the clerk said. The paradox of Choice- the more options we are given the less each one appeals to us.
  • “but Jim I’m nothing but a square, I’m only two-dimensional how can anyone ever love something that is two dimensional,” Linda said, “Dammit I’m a cube, Linda, we were made for each other,” Jim proclaimed. The morale of the story, the more honest we are about one’s negatives  the more perfect we become in everyone’s eyes.
  • From now on all diamonds are now free, yes free, just look in your pockets, the thing that was once worth thousands is now free, what will you do with them, propose to your one true love, well, too bad she wants a salt ring now. Scarcity Paradox the more available things become the less we desire them.
  • A million dollars to the person who can move one of these rocks to the top of this building, Peter pushed towards the stairs inch by inch he made his way to the top, hours pass and Peter is a now a mere floor away from the finish, with no sign of the other competitor anywhere near him he pushed on, but as he peaked over the final step to see the finish line he noticed the elevator. The harder we strive for something the harder it becomes.
  • “How did he die?” claire asked, “faced his fears” Anthony Replied. “What were they and did he conquer them?” she asked, with a small snicker “he was afraid of dying” Anthony replied. The more fearful of death we become the less we live.

P.S I’m gonna keep an eye out for more in my other notes from school hopefully I can find a few more gems.

Holy crap…. I’m an adult

Many men and women ponder the question, at what point do we become an adult, For many it is defined by the number of years you have wondered this planet, but in this can you really call yourself an adult, because truthfully who really knows how old we are, most of those who know are too close to see the painting for what it really is. Some few believe it’s not who you are but what you are, that the true definition of one’s stature is only defined by the actions we take, the finite decisions that completely affect everyone around you and how we compose ourselves in those situations, with this again we come to the same conundrum, who knows about these acts, and they don’t paint the whole picture.

With these two sides, we get to the chewy centre of the issue, at what point or moment do we become an adult, ladies, and gentlemen I have the answer. Let me paint you a picture, late afternoon, a young music enthusiast is setting up for a major music event that he’d been planning for a year, to play this event for hundreds of people, with excitement in his heart and a pep in his step he eagerly set up his gear and after a hard hour of work he was done. Then as he was about to put on a smooth track to sound check he hears a crash behind him, he quickly turns with terror, “god I hope that wasn’t my gear” he said  with a worried tone, as he turned he saw a small child pulling at one of his speaker stands, with a mellow tone “hey buddy watch out we wouldn’t wanna break it, or I won’t be able to play music“, with a cheeky smile the young boy runs to what could be guessed as being his mother(have I painted a picture for you, no, sorry i don’t have many crayons to work with). In this moment a storm appeared, the heavens parted, the world came to a stop, as the Dj looked around “what’s going on, am I a superhero” he muttered under his breath, then it happened, “sam, leave that man alone” she said, BAM, the skies cleared and everything went back to normal, but once everything appeared to go back to normality the boy had disappeared, poof, gone.

With this I give you the moral of the story, you could be pushing ninety, you could be a firefighter running out of a burning building, no matter what you do or who you are at the end of the day you will never be an adult until a complete stranger refers to you as a man or a woman. This is only true because they are just walking past the painting, they see the whole thing in mere seconds and they can make up their minds whether you’re a boy or  man, girl or woman, in just seconds this happens but it scares for a lifetime, because truthfully who the hell wants to be an adult.