In an earlier incarnation, Hayden Veil enjoyed a successful career in software engineering, writing late-night poetry in pursuit of sanity. On 2 February 2020, the world of Hayden Veil changed: Ghosts became real and with its soul laid bare there was no turning back from the perpetual path of poetry.
The room nominated as “the office” is kept dark. I peek through the open side window and my night goggle vision reveal that most of the chairs are already filled. I place the microphone near the window and withdraw to a nearby bush.
“Don, nice work on the separations. The days of limited supply is now behind us, yes?”
“Mike, you know, I hate limits, so yes, no worries about future supplies. I have even approved a screening process to weed out the rotten ones!”
As their shared laughter fade the sound of a tambourine can be heard.
“Sarah, what’s the hold-up with the dessert?”
“There’s no hold-up, just making sure they have been shaved as you requested… (bloody man, there’s always something with you and hair…)”
“this is going to be a over soon enough”, I tell myself as I wrap the blanket around my shoulders and close my eyes for a nap I hope will last all night.
There’s a loud crack to my left and I open my dazed eyes slowly. Four pairs of black boots greet my turning head.
“What are you doing here? This is Privateproperty and you have no business here. Please stand and explain yourself woman!”
I slowly stand up, trying hard to compose myself, this was not part of the plan.
“I’m… uhm… researching…” I say facing the black clad bunch, of which at least one appears to be male judging by the tone of their voice.
“Researching what? and How?”, the woman on the left asks as she steps towards me. Her clothes not giving her gender away.
“… it’s classified…”, I try
Four automatic sidearms slowly rise to point in the directions of my uncovered head.
“… it’s for Tumblr…”, I try again
“Yes? Tumblr is known to The Service… go on…”
“I read on Tumblr about… Mad Orgies taking place here regularly and I wanted to find out if it was any truth behind the stories”, I blurt out ending with a sigh of relief.
“And did you? Find any proof I mean?”, the woman asks.
“Well… listen to this and make up your own minds”, I say as I bring out my portable mp3 recorder, pressing play.
“The consequences of this can be massive. How do you want this handled Boss? Wildfire…”, the woman asks the man seemingly in charge.
They all look at each other, slowly nodding, then pull their triggers.
Many words and long words are
sometimes too many and
unnecessary {they tire me ■}
These words started off with a
single thought, I better end on a
positive note {+++ATH}
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I own many closets
bought on the cheap,
IKEA the main supplier –
DIY no hurdle for me.
{Revelations 1.1.3a}
I own many closets
each filled with parts of me,
I do not necessarily
want you to see.
{Revelations 1.1.5d}
I own many closets
writing pens and ink,
the piece I wrote once –
of coming out – of sharing me,
was all a subtle lie,
not many I call friends
know that side of me.
{Revelations 1.1.12a}
I own many closets
but none contain a skirt,
neither high heels nor
suspenders can be found
within.
{Revelations 1.1.16j}
I own many closets
but none contain
a whip, chastising done
more subtly, in silence
without words.
{Revelations 1.1.22a}
I own many closets
but none contain
a God, spread among
the stars – among us all
their remnants can be
found.
{Revelations 1.1.23b}
I own many closets
but one contain a dream,
to one day tear them all down,
to reveal the true me
{to be added}
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If you’re European, in a couple of weeks you will be denied any and all access to fandom contents on Tumblr and everywhere else on the internet. Here’s why.
On June, 20th the JURI of European Parliament approved of the articles 11 and 13 of the new Copyright Law. These articles are also known as the “Link Tax” and the “Censorship Machines” articles.
Articles 13 in particular forces every internet platform to filter all the contents we upload online, ending once and for all the fandom culture. Which means you won’t be able to upload any type of fandom works like fan arts, fan fictions, gif sets from your favourite films and series, edits, because it’s all copyrighted material. And you won’t also be able to share, enjoy or download other’s contents, because the use of links will be completely restricted.
But not everything’s lost yet. There’s another round of voting scheduled for the early days of July.
What you can do now to save our internet, is to share these informations with all of your family members and friends, and to ask to your MEP (the members of the European Parliament from your country) to vote NO at the next round, to vote against articles 11 and 13.
Here you can find more news and all the details to contact your MEP:
Writing was once the answer I gave
To a question I no longer remember
2.
I have doubt I never will
Find the purpose of Living
3.
In blankets stained
the trust of a writer
grows thin – thin
k
//••
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A single bed
always ready made
amidst a complete darkness.
For days I hide
for weeks on end
adventures without meaning.
There is a place beyond time and
space
I wish you never discover
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The longest day / once merrily
celebrated / now only a foreboding /
of the darkness approaching / a
reminder / how little the light matters /
this day of all days / there was light
on the outside / as the storm of ages /
rolled on inside
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