Abcynthia's Dark Realm

More than, we had, we gave
Drawn into the light
Contented to be, sated and defined
By the love we shared
Oh but lately we are so, restless to the bone
Killing time and living life we're shown
We have wasted the unknown, let's start living
Only to, only to make, that vision real again
Oh but lately we are so, restless to the bone
Killing time and living life we're shown
We have wasted the unknown, let's start living
Only to, only to make, that vision real again

 
Some say the world will end in fire;
Some say in ice.
From what I've tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To know that for destruction ice
Is also great And would suffice.
 

Head bowed, eyes closed, hands clasped
Slumped on his favorite blood red chair
This night, a slow sad song plays
Singing promised eternity to his soul

Crimson tears flowed from eyes of a stark blue
The mischievous gleam that sparks his death is gone
Many years have passed, leaving his loneliness bare
The pale ghostly-like face marks a beauty so rare
That no one would deny the pleasure he could share

Now, a thousand year has passed
Eyes like that of midnight blue still speaks of secrecy none can ever reach
The ache in him has never been satisfied
Not till the day his heart finally found a reason to beat
Finally, he could wake to these warm sweet arms of hers

Now, as the music continues to play through this silence
The night's pleasure seems so far out of reach
Ruler of the dark, how godly he has been
Freedom is never an issued; he lives through blood and fear.
He is the hunter of the dark, whom mortals fled at sight

Ruthless he may seem, the terror of the dark
But few has known this hidden cache within him
The part where she has touched, soothed, kissed and felt
Deep in his living soul, buried a love once breathe
Surpassing his cold, hideous cruelty, where he slays brutally

Feel, he has learned to feel, learned to live, and learned to love
From this cold and lifeless body, now lying serenely on the ground
Her heart is now waiting, seeking for time to conceal her soul
She's waiting for this river of crimson tears to stop flowing
For this never-ending pain to stop tearing at his heart

Sorrows filled his fearless mind, overflowing it with waves and waves of agony
Driving his sanity to its edge, pushing his eternity to its end
Hanging on to this cold, frozen memories of what they've used to be
This dark angel, who had once blessed the shadows of life
Felt his soul left, drifting off with this lost love, to it's grave
Where it'll forever be buried, till the day he has found the key to happiness once again

Thousand years of living, thousands years of breathing, he has finally drowned
In this ever-mysterious thing called love...

Obitelj Brandhauser iz srednje Slovačke je prokleta. To o njoj tvrdi nekoliko stanovnika grada. Priče o povezanosti s vragom raširile su se po okolici brzinom munje. Što je zapravo u svemu istina?Prokletstvo obitelji Brandhauser počinje još u 19.stoljeću. Tada je, navodno, jedan od članova obitelji potpisao ugovor s vragom. Nije ga ispunio, i zbog toga vrag već više desetljeća podsijeća njegove potomke na dug, koji obitelj prema njemu ima!Glasine o našoj povezanosti s vragom stare su godinama. O njima mi je pripovijedao već moj pokojni otac - kaže (1996.god) danas 76-godišnji Karlo Brandhauser. - "Mislim, da to tada otac nije uzimao za ozbiljno i pričao mi je to kao kuriozitet" - objašnjava dalje Karlo i dodaje: "Ne, ne sjećam se da se u vrijeme mog djetinjstva u našoj obitelji dogodilo nešto, što bi potvrđivalo ove očeve priče". Usprkos tome, Karlo Brandhauser, najstariji član obitelji u listopadu 1995.godine - na dan svog rođendana - kao prvi od živućih potomaka dobio je poruku od vraga. Poruka je bila napisana crvenom tintom (kasnije se utvrdilo da je to bila krv) i sadržavala je na latinskom slijedeće riječi: "Ispuni svoj ugovor s vragom". Poruka u obliku papirnatog svitka, bila je stavljena u malu trubu, sličnu vražjem kopitu.Najprije sam pomislio kako se netko sa mnom grubo našalio, i smatrao sam to malo neprimjerenim poklonom za čovjeka mojih godina - nastavlja priču stari gospodin. - "Samo nisam znao tko i zašto se šali na moj račun. Nitko iz obitelji si to ne bi dozvolio".Na loš vic se zaboravilo. Kada je na dan svog rođendana, dva tjedna kasnije, dobila isti takav "poklon" njegova 55-godišnja kćerka Marija, a zatim istom prigodom početkom prosinca i njezina kćerka, 36-godišnja Ana, cijela stvar postala je više nego sumnjiva i vrlo ozbiljna. Nitko iz obitelji nije imao velikih neprijatelja, dapače, obitelj Brandhauserovih bila je kod mnogih ljudi uvijek vrlo cijenjena. "Postepeno smo eliminirali sve mogućnosti da bi nas netko htio prestrašiti." - kaže Marija - "Nismo pronašli ni moguće zastrašitelje, ni motiv, koji bi ih u tome mogao voditi. Tada smo počeli tražiti uporišnu točku u prošlosti."Nakon mjesec dana uspjeli smo otkriti dnevnik Kornela Brandhausera, mojeg pradjeda. Dnevnik je bio žut, a neke njegove stranice su poispadale. Otkrili smo da su Kornela zanimale okultne, natprirodne pojave. Na jednom mjestu u dnevniku pronašli smo zanimljiv dio: "Danas sam potpisao ugovor, koji će odrediti sudbinu roda Brandhausera idućih desetljeća. Nadam se da će to moji potomci, a i svi daljnji njihovi potomci znati cijeniti." Ovaj dio otkriva da je Kornel Brandhauser mogao s nekim tajanstvenim potpisati nekakav poseban ugovor, jer je inače bio vrlo precizan u opisivanju svojih poslovnih poteza. Samo na ovom mjestu nema nikakvih pojedinosti. Karlo Brandhauser tome dodaje: - "Kornel, moj djed, umro je kada je meni bilo samo devet godina, tako da ga nisam imao prilike bolje upoznati. Ipak, jednom me odveo u svoju sobu, pokazao mi horoskope, kristalnu kuglu za gatanje i ostale druge okultne rekvizite. Za mene, tada dječaka, bile su sve to vrlo zanimljive stvari, ali nisam točno znao čemu služe. Nisam razumio ni neke djedove priče, koje mi je pričao. Bile su strašne, ali zanimljive. Moj je otac uvijek govorio kako je moj djed čudak. U takvom mi je sjećanju i ostao."Ono što najviše začuđuje jeste analiza. Njome je utvrđeno kako je upotrijebljeni papir na svicima star oko 150 godina (!) a poruke su doista ispisane krvlju, i sve tri su u najmanjoj crtici identične. Obitelj Brandhauser čeka sto će se dalje događati.

Once upon a time, there was the world, and it was good. Then people got all pissed off about everything, and there was violence and sin, and that was bad. Then people decided they needed a device to stop people from doing so much violence and sin, and there was Hell, and it was good.
Hell is the ultimate deterrent — an eternity of pain and suffering. You can't come up with a much more brutal retribution than that. The only catch is that the deterrent only works when people a) believe in it, and b) fear it so much that they lay off the violence and sin.
There are a number of problems selling Hell to the public at large. For one thing, eternity is a difficult concept to get your head around. For another, everyone has a different idea about how the cosmos works morally. For Hell to succeed, it has to be horrific beyond belief, and ideally it needs to be drilled into the heads of children at a very early age, so that the fear will stick even after the intellect has grown past the concept.
The earliest concepts of Hell were less punitive than nihilistic. Early humans had to come to terms with the concept of death, and a number of ideas were developed along these lines.
The most optimistic viewpoint was reincarnation, present in many cultures around the world, but the ancient Jews were not the most optimistic lot, so they added a layer of unpleasantness to the Great Wheel of Life.
Before being reincarnated, they believed, the soul made a pit stop in Sheol, a depressing underground place where every day is Monday, and it always looks like it's just about to rain but it never quite does. No eternal pit of fire, but the good times are definitely over. Some Jewish sects believed that reincarnation came after a spell in Sheol, others just kind of left souls there to rot (or whatever souls do).
Other early religions had various concepts of a bad place where dead people hang out. The ancient Hindus believed in Hell before switching over to reincarnation. Egyptians believed in an underworld, where souls traveled through trials before returning to their bodies. The Romans and Greeks shared a version of Hell called Hades, which heavily influenced later renditions. But the Judeo-Christian Hell was the one that really stuck.
The Jewish Sheol eventually evolved into Gehenna, which roughly equates to purgatory — a place where souls are punished or cleansed of their sins — but the concept was never "proven" as an established teaching, leaving the matter of an afterlife largely to individual believers.
The coming of the Christians changed all that. When Jesus Christ arrived on the scene, a new set of contradictions arose. On the one hand, Jesus taught of God as a loving father figure, in sharp contrast to the vengeful God of the Old Testament. But love and hate are a double-edged sword. Although the Christian God had a whole lotta love on hand for believers, sinners were condemned to the fiery pit.
As the Christian church became more complicated, so too did the vision of Hell. By the middle ages, Hell was a rather well-defined place. The ultimate map of Hell was drafted by Dante in his epic poem Inferno, part of his inappropriately named "Divine Comedy."
Dante famously divided Hell into nine concentric circles of increasing nastiness, behind a gate with the logo "Abandon Hope, All Ye Who Enter Here":

Circle One: Almost every student struggling through a Catholic school education inevitably arrives at the theological question: What happens to innocent people who are not baptized through no fault of their own? The Church invented "limbo" for this concept; Dante made it the first circle of Hell, a sort of Hell Lite. The first circle of Hell offers a kinder, gentler repose for noble pagans born before Christ and other generally cool historical figures who happen not to be Christians, such as Homer, Ovid, Socrates and presumably figures like Ghandi and maybe Malcolm X. Captives in the First Circle of Hell were subjected mostly to the ravages of generalized anxiety disorder without the benefit of Paxil but with all the side effects (nausea, asthenia, constipation, infection, dry mouth, yawn, diarrhea, sweating, decreased appetite, sleepiness, dizziness, insomnia, tremor, nervousness, and sexual side effects).
Circle Two: Lust! As the most understandable of the major sins, lust only makes circle two of Hell, where lustful lovers are tossed about by stormy winds and forbidden from making wild monkey love. It's unclear whether they're allowed to jerk off. Home to Cleopatra, Tristan and Isolde, the Marquis de Sade and eventually Larry Flynt.
Circle Three: Gluttons live here, and are punished for their gluttony by being subjected to bad weather. Seasonal affective disorder is a bitch! There's also a big dog. Captives include Chris Farley and Divine.
Circle Four: You don't hear a lot about avarice these days, but the medieval mindset classified it as a major sin. The greedy are condemned here to working for the man every night and day, doing pointless and menial tasks. Future residents include Bill Gates and Martha Stewart.
Circle Five: The angry spend eternity duking it out here, naked in a vast river of jello (or possibly water, my Italian is a bit rusty). Look for Sean Penn, Dick Cheney and Jerry Falwell.
Circle Six: This circle of Hell is filled with "heretics," by which Dante mostly means Muslims (though to be fair, Hell has several Popes in residence as well). This circle would technically also include figures like Aleister Crowley, Jack Parsons, Martin Luther and Rael. Rumor has it John Ashcroft is planning random sweeps through the Sixth Circle in search of Terrorists. Everyone in the Sixth Circle is just an ordinary guy, BURNING DOWN THE HOUSE.
Circle Seven: Ah, violence! You gotta love violence! Dante classified three kinds of violence — against self, against others and against God. Inhabitants spotted by Dante included Attila the Hun and Alexander the Great. Since this category includes warmongers, George W Bush is a potential future inmate. Dante's definition of "violence against God" inexplicably includes sodomy, which he classes as a more serious crime than murder, so the Seventh Circle could potentially host Robert Mapplethorpe and Oscar Wilde, who would be flayed on burning sands, while Adolf Hitler would merely be turned into a tree for the crime of Suicide. There is no justice.
Circle Eight: If the Seventh Circle offended your sensibilities, the Eighth is simply baffling. In the next worst circle of Hell, the sufferings of the damned would be inflicted on those who have committed the following sins (all of which are deemed more evil than murder and warmongering). In order of increasing severity: Pandering, flattery, hypocrisy, fortune telling, theft, giving bad advice, instigating trouble, alchemy, impersonation, counterfeiting, lying, and being a giant.
Circle Nine: The Ninth Circle is for betrayers of every stripe, with all the big names in betraying thoroughly represented. Judas, Brutus, Cassius, Benedict Arnold, John Wayne Bobbit, Big Pussy from the Sopranos, Cain, Lando Calrissian, Jim Bakker, Richard M. Nixon, the Rosenbergs, Randy Savage, and finally, frozen in hell's center, Satan himself. Judas, Cassius and Brutus are actually being eternally chewed by Satan, who has an intense dislike for Shakespearean characters.
In his play "No Exit," Jean Paul Sartre said simply that "hell is other people," while Pat Benatar claims "hell is for children." This no doubt provides a meaningful highlight to some of the major differences between Americans, Italians and the French. Just don't ask what.

Grof Louis Humond bio je nadaleko poznat kao okultist i psihoterapeut. I kao takav, često je od zahvalnih pacijenata bivao darivan nesvakidašnjim poklonima. Ali, najneobičniji od svih poklona donio je grofu i najveće nevolje. Za vrijeme posjete Luksoru 1890, izliječio je od malarije tamošnjeg uglednog šeika. Zauzvrat, šeik je insistirao da grof primi na dar mumificiranu desnu ruku davno umrle egipatske princeze. Humondovoj ženi se od samog početka taj bizarni poklon nije svidio. A kada je čula cijelu legendu, njena odbojnost se pretvorila u mješavinu užasa i odvratnosti. Priča glasi da je u sedamnaestoj, posljednjoj godini svoje vladavine, egipatski kralj Ahnaton - jeretički Tutankamonov tast - došao u sukob sa svojom kćeri oko nekih vjerskih pitanja. Osveta kraljeva bila je strašna. Godine 1357.pne. po nalogu kralja i oca, njegovi svećenici su djevojku najprije silovali, a potom ubili. Odsjekavši njenu desnu ruku, potajno su je zakopali u Dolini kraljeva odvojeno od tijela. Postupak dobiva smisao kada se uzmu u obzir tadašnja vjerovanja da osoba sahranjena necjelovitog tijela nije mogla dobiti pristup u rajske predjele. Niti jedan kustos muzeja nije želio primiti jezivi eksponat. Nemajući kuda, Humond je poklon smjestio u ispražnjeni sef svoje londonske kuće. Kada su listopada 1922.g. Humond i njegova žena otvorili sef - sledili su se od užasa. Poklon se nije mogao prepoznati. Mumificirana i usahla, 3200 godina stara, ruka je djelovala potpuno svježe! Grofica je zahtijevala da se ruka neizostavno uništi i Humond, koji do tada nikada nije osjetio strah od nepoznatog, prihvati prijedlog. Postavio je samo jedan uvjet: princezina šaka mora biti sahranjena na najprigodniji način. Sve je bilo pripremljeno za sahranu u noći 31.listopada 1922.g na Dan mrtvih. U pismu upućenom svom dugogodišnjem prijatelju, arheologu lordu Karnarvonu, Humond je do detalja opisao ceremoniju sahrane. Šaku je pažljivo položio u ložište kamina čitajući na glas poglavlja iz egipatske "Knjige mrtvih". Iznenada, završne riječi je popratio jak udar groma i kuća je utonula u tamu. Ulazna vrata popustiše pod naletom snažnog i iznenadnog vjetra. Od siline udara, Humond i njegova žena nađoše se na podu sa osjećajem neke neprirodne hladnoće koja je zavladala u kući. Kada su podigli pogled, pred njima je stajala uspravna figura neke žene. Prema Humondovom kazivanju, "ona je bila obučena u kraljevsku odoru starog Egipta, sa vijugavom zmijom oko glave, sa znamenjem faraona". Umjesto desne šake, visio je okrvavljeni patrljak. Prikaza se na trenutak nadvi nad plamenom u kaminu da bi narednog momenta iščezla netragom. Sa njom nestade i šaka, da više nikad ne bude viđena. Četiri dana kasnije Humond je iz novina saznao da je ekspedicija lorda Karnarvona na pragu senzacionalnog otkrića grobnice Tutankamona i da će grobnica biti otvorena usprkos upozorenju uklesanom na vanjskim zidovima. Iz bolničke sobe, gdje se sa suprugom još uvijek oporavljao od pretrpljenog šoka, Humond uputi starom prijatelju pismo moleći ga da još jednom preispita svoju odluku o otvaranju grobnice. Napisao je: "Sada pouzdano znam da su stari Egipćani posjedovali znanje i moć koje nas razum ne može shvatiti. Za ime Boga, preklinjem te, budi oprezan". Međutim, iskušenje svjetske slave bilo je suviše veliko da bi lord Karnarvon uzeo za ozbiljno pismo svog prijatelja. Nedugo, zatim, umro je od ujeda malaričnog komarca. Jedan za drugim umirali su i ostali članovi ekspedicije potvrđujući legendu poznatu kao "Prokletstvo faraona".

Jedan Amerikanac neuredne vanjštine nije mogao izazvati ništa drugo osim podozrenja kada je došao na ugovoreni sastanak u Kairu 1910.godine sa egiptologom Douglasom Mooray-em. Sve, od odjeće do izgleda stvaralo je odbojnost i nepovjerenje kod prefinjenog Britanca, ali nedolični sugovornik je ponudio Moorayu otkriće od neprocjenjivog značaja - možda najveće u njegovoj karijeri. Mooray nije odolio primamljivoj ponudi. Ispunio je ček na donosioca kod Engleske banke, predao ga Amerikancu i odmah poduzeo korake da dragocjeni teret prvim brodom bude poslat njegovoj kući u London. Ček nije nikada unovčen. Iste večeri Amerikanac je pronađen mrtav. Tek tada Mooray od jednog kolege doznaje za pozadinu "dobrog posla".Bila je to škrinja u obliku mumije koja je pripadala vrhovnoj svećenici hrama posvećenom bogu Amon Ra. Pretpostavlja se da je živjela u periodu oko 1600.g p. ne. u Tebi. Na vanjskoj strani poklopca bio je ugraviran njen lik, minuciozan rad izveden u zlatu i emajlu. Povrh svega, cijeli kovčeg je bio izuzetno dobro sačuvan. Svećenica iz hrama Amon Ra je zauzimala visoko mjesto u hijerarhiji kulta mrtvih, koji je nekad žitorodnu dolinu Nila pretvorio u predio smrti. Na zidovima njene grobnice stoji urezano prokletstvo da će se život onog tko se drzne poremetiti vječni mir grobnice izvrgnuti u nepregledni niz nesreća i užasa.Prva tri dana Mooray je samo odmahivao rukom na to praznovjerje, sve dok mu za vrijeme lova puška nije neobjašnjivo eksplodirala u ruci. Poslije višetjedne agonije ruka mu je amputirana do iznad lakta. Na povratku u Englesku umiru dva Moorayeva prijatelja. Dijagnoza je glasila: "Uzrok smrti nepoznat". Dvoje egipatskih sluga, koji su došli u dodir sa teretom prilikom transporta, zadesila je smrt na nepunu godinu. Kad je Mooray stigao u London, kovčeg je već bio tamo. Bacivši pogled na izrezbaren lik svećenice na poklopcu, "činilo mu se da je oživio, sa pogledom koji ledi krv u žilama". Sa već donijetom odlukom da se oslobodi neprijatne kutije, Mooray objeručke prihvati molbu jedne prijateljice da preuzme dalje čuvanje kovčega. Nije prošlo ni nekoliko tjedana, a umrla joj je majka, ljubavnik je napustio, a ona sama je počela naglo slabiti od nepoznatog uzročnika bolesti. Pišući posljednju izjavu volje, njen advokat je insistirao da u testament uđe odredba da prokleta škrinja bude vraćena Douglasu Moorayu. Mooray, koji je sada bio sjena nekadašnjeg čovjeka, nije zadržao kutiju već ju je poslao Britanskom muzeju na poklon. Međutim, čak i u toj strogoj znanstvenoj instituciji kutija je nastavila svoj pohod zla, fotograf koji je snimao kovčeg odjednom se je srušio mrtav. I egiptolog zadužen za eksponat također je nađen mrtav. Uznemirena senzacionalističkim člancima po novinama, uprava muzeja je održala zatvoreni sastanak. Donijeta je jednoglasna odluka da eksponat pošalju muzeju u New Yorku, koji je poklon prihvatio, ali pod uvjetom da kovčeg sa mumijom bude predat bez publiciteta i na najsigurniji mogući način isporučen. Kovčeg je ukrcan na najsuvremeniji putnički brod, koji je tog mjeseca prvi put trebao zaploviti na liniji iz Suothamptona za New York. Ali, sarkofag u obliku mumije nikada nije stigao do New Yorka. Zajedno sa ostalim teretom nalazio se je na "nepotopivom" "Titanicu", koji je 15.travnja 1912.godine zaplovio prema katastrofi sa 1513 putnika. Radi poštovanja prema mumiji, mumija je smještena na komandni most! Ovo je “možda” prava istina o propasti broda "Titanic"!

Little Johnny is running around the house making life miserable for his
mother. She says, "Johnny, why don't you go across the street and watch
them build the house. Maybe you can learn some neat things."
 
Johnny disappears for about four hours and returns later in the afternoon.
"Did you learn anything interesting today?", his mother asks.
"I learned how to hang a door", Johnny replies.
Mom says, "That's great! How do you do that?".
 
"Well, first you get the son of bitch. Then, you slap the piece of shit up
there but it's too fucking small. So you shave a cunt hair of here and a
cunt hair off there and put the goddamn thing up." Johnny's mom is floored
by his language. "You go to your room and wait until your father gets home !".
 
Later, Johnny's dad goes into his room and says, "I understand you got in a
little trouble today." "All I did was tell Mom how to hang a door."
"Why don't you tell me", Dad asks? "Well, first you get the son of bitch. Then
you slap the piece of shit up there but it's too fucking small. So you
shave a cunt hair off here and a cunt hair off there and put the goddamn
thing up." Dad screams, "That's it young man. You go get a switch from the back yard."
 
Johnny looks at his dad and says, "Fuck you, that's the electricians job!"
 

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> 1) New York City ima 11 slova.
> 2) Afghanistan ima 11 slova.
> 3) Ramsin Yuseb (terorist koji je prijetio da ce srusiti Blizance 1993.
> godine) ima 11 slova.
> 4) George W Bush ima 11 slova.
> Ovo bi mogla biti puka slucajnost, ali postaje zanimljivije:
> 1) New York je bila jedanaesta savezna drzava SAD-a.
> 2) Prvi avion koji se zabio u Twin Towers je bio let broj 11.
> 3) Let 11 je imao 92 putnika. 9 + 2 = 11.
> 4) Let 77 koji se takoder zabio u tornjeve je imao 65 putnika. 6 + 5 =11.
> 5) Tragedija se dogodila 11. rujna, ili kako Ameri kazu, 9/11. 9 + 1 +1 = 11.
> 6) Datum tragedije (9/11) se poklapa sa Americkim brojem za hitne sluzbe
> (911). Opet 9 + 1 + 1 = 11.
> Slucajnost? Nastavite citati, pa cete mozda promijeniti misljenje.
> 1) Ukupni broj poginulih putnika otetih aviona je 254. 2 + 5 + 4 = 11.
> 2) 11. rujna je 254. dan u godini. Opet 2 + 5 + 4 = 11.
> 3) Bombaski napad u Madridu se dogodio 11.3.2004. 1 + 1 + 3 + 2 + 4 = 11.
> 4) Tragedija u Madridu se dogodila tocno 911 dana nakon napada na Blizance.
> Tu postaje jako cudno.
> Najpoznatiji simbol SAD-a, nakon zvjezdica i crta sa zastave, je
> Americki Orao.
> Stih koji slijedi je preuzet iz Kur'ana, Svete knjige Islama.
> 'Zapisano je da ce sin Arabije probuditi strahovitog Orla.
> Ljutnju Orla osjetit ce svi u zemljama Alaha, i
> makar ce neki drhtati u ocaju, drugi ce u nadi govoriti:
> ljutnja Orla je ocistila zemlje Alaha i tamo je zavladao mir.'
> To je stih 9.11 u Kur'anu.
> Jos uvijek ne vjerujete?
> Probajte ovo, mene je sokiralo.
> Otvorite MicrosoftWord i napravite sljedece:
> 1) Utipkajte Q33 NY . To je sluzbeni naziv leta prvog aviona koji se zabio u Twin Towers.
> 2) Zacrnite ih i povecajte font na 48.
> 3) Promijenite font slova na WINDINGS.
> Uvjereni?
 

1. "Ne bih htjela živjeti vječno, jer ne bismo smjeli živjeti vječno, jer da trebamo živjeti vječno mi bi živjeli vječno, ali mi ne možemo živjeti vječno i ja zato ne bih htjela živjeti vječno." (Miss Alabame na natječaju za Miss Amerike 1994. odgovara na pitanje o mogućnosti vječnog života.)
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6. "Okrenut ćemo ovu momčad za 360 stupnjeva." (Jason Kidd, prilikom prelaska u Dallas Mavrickse)
7. "Neće nama neki novinari preturati po dokumentima. Mi smo predsjednik. (Hillary Clinton)
8. "Kina je velika zemlja, nastanjena velikim brojem Kineza." (guest star Charles De Gaule, bivši francuski predsjednik)
 
9. "Ako izuzmemo ubojstva, Washington ima jednu od najnižih stopa kriminala u zemlji." (Marion Barry, gradonačelnik Washingtona)
10. "Ne škodi zagađenje našem okolišu. Nečistoće u zraku i vodi to čine." (Dan Quayle, bivši američki potpredsjednik)
 

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Each of these carry with them something hidden, dark or mysterious. Monsters lurk in the fog; vampires emerge from the misty night; demons leap from the smoke of a magical fire. What's a cauldron bubbling over a fire without a strange vapor emanating from the liquid within? And where there is fire, there should also be smoke.Immerse your characters in a dense fog, or a steamy bath. Let your characters' breath create a mist in a wintery scene. Let the fire grow smoky. Change the prop ambient color to yellowish or brownish for a desert sandstorm effect. Or if a mad scientist experiments in his laboratory, change the ambient colour of a SteamZ prop to poison green or bloody red and you a have fitting atmosphere for that scene! Let your imagination determine how these props should be used. Add mystery to your runtime, and explore the mists. Go ahead. It's only fog. Right?

     A Seraphim, one of God's own Angels, knows nothing of human emotions, including love. They exist purely and simply to carry out God's will. When I was sent to Earth in human form, I inherited every emotion, all at once.
I denied them all, in my desire to succeed at my guest. How ironic. But I was completly single-minded, until faced with an overpowering fear, and incredible despair, at the hands of the one who embraced me. My heart, so young on this Earth, became shirvelled and black, as did my soul. Until the day my Lord found me, and pulled me from my abyss.
     Within his eyes, I saw so much! Yes, he had been sent to find me and he truly did. When his strong arms pulled me to him I felt the first faint stirrings of something long thought dead. As I drank from him, my strenght returned, and my heart once more began to beat. He took me from my self-imposed exile, and showed me his world.
And even more incredibly, he gave me his heart. A more beautiful thing I had never seen, not even in God's Heaven.
     He showed me what it's truly meant to be loved, and what it meant to love, absolutly and completly. And I do love him, with everything that I am. Eternally!

     I am Aurora, once a Seraphim beloved of God! Now I am so much more, for now, I am beloved of Hesperus. I cannot tell you how old I am, for what is a passing of a year to an eternity in Gods light?
I knew naught of earth, of the turning of the seasons, of the toils of mankind, until I was given a task by my God, and that was to go to earth, in human form, to warn the dauhgters of man against making a union with one of the fallen.
We Seraphim knew of the Nephelim, the offspring of such an illicit joining. They were abnominations in every way, and God could not allow their numbers to grow further.
     I felt truly blessed to be given such a charge and so set forth with my pride, and my naivety. I was unusually successful in my quest, and being in human form, and troubled by normal human of fiction my pride grew. One eve a man sought me out, and made me follow him, as he had many daughters in need of my course!
Of course I set off at once, my pride propelling me along every step of the way. He led me to a deep cave along the coast of the Mediterranean, as we ventured further the light grew very dim, until I had to stop and ask my guide how he could possibly see where it was we were going.
     He turned towards me, and in that instant moment my fate was sealed. His eyes reflected what little light remained strongly and my gaze was drawn inexorably to the large fangs that now protruded from his mouth. He was on me in a heartbeat, and I cried out to my God as his fangs tore through the tender flesh of my throat.
As he drank from me, my heart slowed and my eyes closed, and I prayed for a quick end, for mercy, for forgiveness and wondered if I would be allowed back into heaven. When I awoke I was still in the cave, and I wondered briefly if my God had forsaken me and sent me to hell instead, but it seems he had a crueler fate in mind.
     My attacker was a descendant of Cain, the first man who was cursed by God. He and all his were destined to dwell forever in darkness, never to see the light, to feed off whatever creatures they found within that darkness. Over time, their hunger led them to trick the unwery traveller within reach of their cave, and they feed off them…off humans…and thus became the first of the vampires that continue to stalk the earth even to this day.
Although in human form, the blood that sang my veins was Seraphim, and recognising this, my attacker had drained me to the very brink but facing his own diseased infected blood, down my throat and thus forever changed me, forever taking heaven from my reach.
     I grew accustomed as one does, to the darkness, but I would not feed from another human. I became a solitary, pitful creature, unable to die, and yet unable to satiate the thirst that was always with me.
Why did I not simply walk out into the sunlight? To take another life is a heimous…crime, to take your own, unforgiveable. Yes, I had found hell on earth, but it was still so much preferable to the real thing!
One day, a lone traveller entered my cave…purposefully, confidently, as if he actually expected to find me within, and I watched him carefully. Something long dead stirred within me at the approach of this man. I sensed within him a wickedness, but his eyes met mine with remorse. He stood staring at me, and me at him, for what seemed an eternity before he turned on his heel and went to leave.
     Before I knew it, I was going after him, my hand on his arm to stop his departure and turn him back to me.
I had not had any contact with anyone for years, and yet I found myself telling this stranger my story.
He listened without saying a word, and as I finished, he pulled me into his strong embrace, my lips on his throat, and commanded that I drink from him. I was so weak, and he smelt so good… I had sensed in this man so much that I needed, so much that I craved, that I gave in and sank my teeth into his throat. As his blood coursed through my veins I felt reborn, and I was instantly addicted!
     We have spent every moment since then together, living and loving in the shadows. He is the air that I breathe. The blood that nourishes me. My love, my light, my life. He is Hesperus, and he is mine!