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blyght — Wed, 09 Sep 2009 02:40:33 +0000

There were parties that night, but I elected to spend it alone, drinking and snorting the last of my priceless heroin on a wooded bluff overlooking the sea, capturing what quiet I could on my own terms and determined to meet the last day sober. I woke, caked in vomit and pain as the sun arose, and trickled down to the beach, relishing the cool salt breeze on my chapped face. As I plunged my face into the water, I heard a tinny wail of joy, and turned in mute disbelief. A child raced down the beach, trailed by her mother. As public opinion had slid into open hatred of those who knowingly reproduced, births had become unheard of. I swam in a wash of emotions: raw fury at manifest selfishness, an aching nameless joy, a thousand other twinges of head and heart. In the last decade, when it was clear that nothing could divert the comet’s path, the final gasps of propaganda’s engine had repeated this final message: Don’t Make It Worse. I rose, fists balled, but my shout of indignant protest died on my lips. The earth trembled, a passing shock wave under foot. The impact was hours ago, in the steppes of Asia; the wall of fire and pressure had made it’s solemn journey around the world to us. The girl was swept into her mother’s arms. They looked serenely at me, twin eyes of sea green. For a moment, I bordered epiphany. Guilt washed in behind the tide of anger. Then it was gone, and I was empty at last. “I love you,” whispered the mother, holding the child close. I sighed, and the air grew dim and thick with the onrush of steam. My vision clouded, and I turned to the sea, one final time.

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blyght — Wed, 19 Aug 2009 05:04:11 +0000

Welcome to this, my dire carnival. Sit back, breathe deeply and try to enjoy the journey.

On an earlier incarnation of this site was where I met my current husband–in a gothic role-playing chatroom to be precise. Life doesn’t get much more mondo bizarro than that. Here we are still, a magical thirteen years later with a bungalow in suburbia, four cats and three endocrine disorders between us.

I am a 48-year-old woman with a longstanding fondness for the darker side of life. Moody, entreating and disarming, I can usually be found roaming the earth with my 36-year-old Utilikilted, ex-Navy submariner husband. Oddly socialized, most of our friends live scattered to the four corners of the planet, yet we know them all better than the people who have lived next door to us for years. I believe this trend is quietly becoming the norm for contemporary society.

Homogenization will make all of us neighbors in the decades to come. Have I met you?

Welcome home, neighbor.

The Realm of Shadow

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