================================================ Subject: Re: (ATTN all the complainers)Daniel? From: "]\\[][G}{T§TÖ®]v[" To: Date: Tue 10 Jul 2001 01:08:26 -0400 ================================================ Yeah... he left a while back... I have his parting message here somewhere... hold on *shuffling through the OLD old archive*... ahh... here it is... ----- Original Message ----- From: unibrow To: Creed Discussion Sent: Thursday, November 02, 2000 8:29 PM Subject: NCR: I am leaving > Later guys, I'm leaving the list. If you want a pic of me let me > know, and I will send it out. > -daniel > > -- > There was a man who sat in a chair inside a house for eternity. He > has no name because his conscience has no name. The house is in nowhere, > with nothing on all sides. All that exists is in the house, with the > man. He sits on the chair in the empty house staring at a mirror, on the > wall in front of him. > Every day he stares into his eyes, as if he was somebody else > looking into his soul, not knowing what he sees inside the eyes of the > stranger looking back at him, with a blank, and empty expression. > Around him dance his thoughts, in the shape of little children > holding hands, mocking him and laughing at him. His thoughts are > transparent and see though. He only looks at the mirror, in this forever > torment. The thought of getting up or closing eyes, so he doesn't have > to see himself, never enters his mind. Probably because it is so clouded > with the voices of his thoughts and feelings. > He sits paralyzed, unable to move, unable to blink, unable to > speak. Cursed with only the ability to see his reflection and listen to > the demeaning chants of his thoughts, as they dance around him. Never > quiet, never silent. Always singing, laughing, and mocking, in innocent > voices of children, with ever present smiles on their faces. Masks to > hide the demons. To hide the possessed souls of the various creations in > his mind. > And he, unable to escape, trapped forever, bears the cross that was > put on his shoulders. Unable to remember when it started, when it began, > when he became unconscious and lost his freedom, and not knowing when it > will end. Not remembering a life before this one, if there ever was one. > > As time passes, and as more thoughts enter his head, more children > are born. More dragons of his psyche are spawn, from what seems to be > oblivion, a torrent of storms, all clashing, and waging wars with each > other. A war who's only casualties are the man. > A self sufficient virus, that breeds upon itself, and feeds off of > his mental conflict, and anguish. A sickness to which there is no cure. > A carnivorous disease that preys upon his soul. A soul that cannot die, > for it is unjustly punished with immortality. ----- Original Message ----- From: To: ; Sent: Tuesday, July 10, 2001 1:19 AM Subject: (ATTN all the complainers)Daniel? > Whos Daniel?... an old lister? I've been on the list since February of this year, was he gone before then?... > > Rachel aka Moonchild > Response to: > P.S. If ya stick around a little longer, I might have something worth staying for... I'm thinking about e-mailing Daniel and seeing if I can get him to come back to the list for some comedic relief (assuming that no one complains about him postng to the list, and replying to mails). *crossing fingers cause we need it here* > > To unsubscribe or change your preferences for the Creed-Discuss list, visit: http://www.winduplist.com/ls/discuss/form.asp