Voice of the Resistance #2

---------------------------------------------Start Transmission.....................................6/5/97
Today... what does that mean? Today is now for me, but when you read this my today will be in the past fastly fading into the darkness. I have been off-line for a little while so I have been receiving hand written letters from some of our faithful (and some not so faithful) readers. Well... I have begun the construction of the Glave late last night , The little brother to the NetherWorld. I have a larger space to work with and the ability to construct what ever I want. Here's a scary thought, I have acquired a large plastic collection in the past week or so, a couple Visa's, check cards, gas cards, Checking accounts. I could put myself into soo much debt now that I would have to continue to work a couple of hundred years after I was dead to make up for it. Well I leave in a few days for the west coast... escape from my last week and a half of working everyday. Maybe I can find that thing, you know, that missing thing. Either that or stop by Area 51 and visit some relatives. Well enough with the small talk and on with the BIG TALK.


And now a word from Poe.

Annabel Lee

It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of ANNABEL LEE;
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
Than to love and be loved by me.

I was a child and she was a child,
In this kingdom by the sea,
But we loved with a love that was more than love---
I and my ANNABEL LEE---
With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven
Coveted her and me.

And this was the reason that, long ago,
In this kingdom by the sea,
A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
My beautiful ANNABEL LEE;
So that her highborn kinsmen came
And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulchre
In the kingdom by the sea.

The angels, not half so happy in heaven,
Went envying her and me---
Yes!---that was the reason (as all men know,
In the kingdom by the sea)
That the wind came out of the cloud by night,
Chilling and killing my ANNABEL LEE.

But our love it was stronger by far than the love
Of those who were older than we---
Of many far wiser than we---
And neither the angels in heaven above,
Nor the demons down under the sea,
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
Of the beautiful ANNABEL LEE:

For the moon never beams, without bringing me dreams
Of the beautiful ANNABEL LEE;
And the stars never rise, but I feel her bright eyes
Of the beautiful ANNABEL LEE:
And so, All the night-tide, I lie down by the side
Of my darling---my darling---my life and my bride,
In the sepulchre there by the sea---
In her tomb by the sounding sea.


QUOTES:

"No man is a island, entire of itself; every man is a piece of the continent, a part of the main..."
--John Donne, Meditation XVII

Those who do not fight their demons within themselves are destined to fight them outside themselves.
--Ancient Chinese Proverb

"This thing of darkness I acknowledge mine."
--Shakespeare, The Tempest

Misfortune is the only fortune that has ever come true.
--Mykeism

Well i started this issue a week and a half ago, so expect to see VotR #3 soon. I call it "Slow ride to hell with your parents" or "Time Travel is easy once you put your mind to it". Until then I will be lurking in the darkness of the shadows.