Wednesday, October 24, 2007
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Wednesday, October 24, 2007
I can see you laughing. I know this was not your plan. You intended on playing but I caught you off guard. You didn’t expect me to get in and visit so often. Maybe you don’t know me so well. Or maybe I fell right into your trap. Either way, I know you’re listening. You have it set up that when I speak you know. You are alerted. Although, it is fun to think that you may not know I am here yet. That you left and haven’t returned. But now I have gone too far. Given too much. You want to see what I am going to do. What I am going to say. I don’t even know. Either way, I am hooked. A bit obsessed. Stop laughing.
Wednesday, October 24, 2007
For this being a social experiment, you are being very anit-social. Maybe that’s the experiment. Maybe not. HELLLOOOOO! Are you there? I’m having trouble because I can’t help coming here. Looking for something. I can hear my echo. What’s bizarre is I find myself nearly physically in this room you have created. It’s more a reality than this alternative dream-state I am co-existing in. I hate that place. Life has been sucked from it. Is this preparing me to go back there? Where is this journey taking me? I have nothing to say, but I think I need to say something. I think you’re looking for something. But what does it matter what any of us says? It’s futile! — It’s futile.
Who am I? I can’t escape that question. We can’t even really be ourselves here, even though we know who we are. Or assume we know, anyway. Do I REALLY know you? Do you REALLY know me? I don’t even know myself. But that doesn’t preclude you from knowing me more that I do. You ARE perceptive.
I want to stay here all day. But I have nothing to say…
Tuesday, October 23, 2007
It’s alright. (You don’t need to respond.)
What am I doing here? I feel like I snuck into a secret room… with nothing in it. It feels white. Blank. I feel like someone is watching. Listening. I’m not sure why I am here. But I feel like I need to talk anyway. Someone IS listening. But I have nothing to say. I never do, really. (That’s always been a big problem of mine.) This is sort of like a dream I had as a kid. An axiety dream. But the anxiety is not there. Nor is the task I had to perform in that dream. (I won’t talk about it now.) This room is much more peaceful. But strange anyhow. And who am I talking to? Me? God? You? Did you set this room up for me and forget me? I feel like what Pinoccio might feel if Gepetto died before Pincoccio had a chance to become a real boy. What is my purpose? I wish I was light. And happy. And let the wind carry me away…
The traveling has delayed me. It has delayed my thoughts. This little experiment excites me in a way that I cannot describe. I felt this feeling long ago. I lived a good part of my life with this feeling, then forgot it even existed. AHHHHHH! A mystery. A challenge. It’s kind of what I thought life was going to be. I guess I like being challenged. Forced to write. To think. Where is this going, I wonder? What will it serve? No. Actually, I’m not really thinking that. But it seemed like the right thing to say.
Welcome to my strange social experiment of two. Please limit the knowledge of this portal to the one called bear. Once it is revealed we will no doubt be called queer again, but whatever dude!
Your first little task is to figure your way in. Your name should be easy. Your password not so much. If you can remember the first alias you gave me, you will be granted permission to reply to this post, if not, try not, do.
A few rules to keep in mind:
1. I, art, am the administrator. I can delete all content at any moment. Keep this rule in mind when reading 2-4.
2. NO NAMES!!! You are you and I am a I.
3. No NUDITY!! Thats just gross and I already have pictures to prove how gross.
4. All images must be obscured. WE can not reveal our identities (once you figure yours out)
5. Use this wisely (I just wanted to say that)
6. This is a game. As of this moment the game simply has a name, Arthurs Journey, and few rules. You gave the name to the game. I gave it life (and rules), we decide what happens next.
7. A delay in response, no action, will result in a deletion of your password and a new riddle to regain play. (I don’t know why, it just sounds serious)
8. Stay loose, just not too loose.
9. You must request a new topic of conversation. This is The Revelation. Future topics will unfold, to create one, make a request.
10. You must figure out how to work this portal on your own.
Drive safe good buddie.
