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Post by Moira on Feb 2, 2005 18:35:08 GMT -5
I return to work feeling renewed. I am alive again. She brought me back from that dark exile in loneliness. Now that I am back, I can live again a little longer and a little brighter. It was only a kiss and I have no intention to see her again, but, it jump started me.
I check out the missions and decide to give Harry Bergstrom a call. I call the Eternal Light HQ and ask for Harry. I tell them that I saw one of his comedy shows and started up a fan club in his name. I was wondering if he would meet with me so I can get some autographs to give away as prizes to loyal fans.
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Post by Harry Bergstrom on Feb 2, 2005 18:37:38 GMT -5
Harry, who was in the middle of making breakfast, answered the phone and heard this woman on the other end talking about being a fan. He looked funny, holding the phone with his cheek and shoulder while preparing a warm meal.
"Well, what time and where do you want to meet? I'll see if I can squeeze it into my schedule." Harry said.
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Dariya Pisarev
Senior Member
Nihilist Writer
What Can Be Destroyed, Should Be Destroyed.
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Post by Dariya Pisarev on Feb 2, 2005 18:46:39 GMT -5
I take a seat on a broken chair in the attic. I will make the attic my room. It is the dryest and warmest room. And even though sun dried flies crunch like popcorn under my feet, the room as a certain charm. I sit in the broken red wooden chair and start to write. I am a nihilist poet.
Let me explain this. I hate poetry. I hate it. It is romantic foolery. It is pretty thoughts of simple minds. It is not deep, it is not beautiful, it is nothing above any other assortment or words.
When I write poetry, I want to write poetry that is so bad...so intolerably stupid that it abolishes and deminishes the value of all poetry.
So I right down some words...
Meat shortage causes riot
55 grams of fat
Silvia Plath wannabes cloned in government ovens
Words have no nutritional value
My cat pissed on your copy of Anne Sexton.
The pages are yellow and all stuck together.
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Post by Moira on Feb 2, 2005 18:49:31 GMT -5
"We could meet later today. Say...this evening at a cafe in the town near the Eternal Light base. I really appreciate this. How does 6pm sound?" I say into the phone.
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Post by Harry Bergstrom on Feb 2, 2005 18:50:56 GMT -5
"6... 6..." he thinks for a second. If I meet her at six and talk or sign pictures for 30 minutes, that means dinner's gonna be late... also, mom's probably getting worried.
"Any chance we can bump it up to 5:30?"
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Post by Moira on Feb 2, 2005 18:54:31 GMT -5
"Whatever you want, Mr. Bergstrom. 5:30 it is."
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Post by Harry Bergstrom on Feb 2, 2005 18:55:55 GMT -5
"Alright, thanks. I'll be there." he says. "Have a nice day."
He hangs up the phone and goes back to cooking breakfast for the other members of Eternal Light.
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Post by Moira on Feb 2, 2005 19:00:33 GMT -5
I have the rest of the day to do other work, so I leave the League to do some bible collecting. This is where I go door to door looking for Christians and taking their bibles by force.
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Post by Nova Kollontai on Feb 2, 2005 19:10:22 GMT -5
The idea of going on a road trip sounds exciting. But, we will need money. While Antero and Sakari are discussing things with the other anarchists, I head to the school where I used to be a substitute teacher. Maybe if i work a little bit, I can pitch in for food or gas money.
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Post by Freak Boy on Feb 2, 2005 19:13:56 GMT -5
Freak Boy wakes up with a groan... he has a beer bottle in his hand and a shot glass by his face. He sits up, wondering what the heck happened, then he remembers going out and getting drunk... he groans and takes some asprin to make his head feel smaller, then sits down in a chair and begins going through his e-mail.
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Post by Chai Ling on Feb 2, 2005 19:16:33 GMT -5
"Good morning, Harry, how are you today?" I ask as I enter the kitchen.
I pour myself some cereal and soy milk and sit down at the table.
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Post by Harry Bergstrom on Feb 2, 2005 19:21:15 GMT -5
"Oh, I'm doin' just fine." he says, turning off the stove and taking the pot with the porage in it to the counter so it can cool. He pours himself a glass of orange juice and sits down.
"How about yourself?" he asked.
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Post by Kaschei on Feb 2, 2005 19:23:12 GMT -5
Kaschei waits for Lin-Sat to return his message. He worries about Illidan, but, since he is the head of an important Ministry he should have the leverage with Lin-Sat to have Illidan transferred.
He is concerned, but confident that this situation will resolve itself. He returns to his business. Victoria, an operative of the Ministry of Information is to be purged. He calls Ahriman for that mission.
He sees that Helene, the rebel nymph, has never been captured by Red Infinity. Someone so close to Bassarov and Zero should not be free. He calls an operative to fight and kill Helene. This should demoralize the rebels since she is well liked.
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Post by Chai Ling on Feb 2, 2005 19:24:48 GMT -5
"I am fine."
I then realize that I have little to say to him and am a horrible conversationalist.
"It is nice to have a member of Hagana here for a while. I do hope you visit often."
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Post by Harry Bergstrom on Feb 2, 2005 19:26:42 GMT -5
"You can count on that, I consider myself pretty religous." he says. He looks at his watch, gets up and gets himself a bowl of porage now that it's cooled down. He sits back down and stirs it up.
"So, are you strictly part of the Eternal Light, or part of another organization as well?" he asks, taking a sthingyfull of the warm porage.
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