Literature Network Forums - Blogs - The Nation of the Glorious Turnip by AimusSage https://www.online-literature.com/forums/blog.php?4887-The-Nation-of-the-Glorious-Turnip The largest classic literature discussion forum on the Internet. Read Write Teach Share. en Fri, 05 Jun 2026 05:55:24 GMT vBulletin 10 https://www.online-literature.com/forums/images/misc/rss.jpg Literature Network Forums - Blogs - The Nation of the Glorious Turnip by AimusSage https://www.online-literature.com/forums/blog.php?4887-The-Nation-of-the-Glorious-Turnip I am alone https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?10809-I-am-alone Fri, 06 Aug 2010 22:19:29 GMT But amongst friends, so not truly alone
yet I can't help but feel that without me, I am nothing, which seems obvious, but many people tend to forget themselves, and find their lives depend more on other people than on their own achievements. This worries me, is this what is happening to me? I have few achievements to speak off, yet I feel complete, if a little alone. Modern society isn't an easy place to be situated in. Expectations of relatives, friends and loved ones, they all compete for attention, support and success of the ego. What if the ego only wants to exist, nothing more, no achievements are necessary, do you adapt to their expectations?

Society is a burden and a mountain of support, how to find the balance between the two? Some people give more than they receive, others receive more than they give, it's such a grey area. I find that all that matters is found in oneself, the drive to help others or oneself can be mutually beneficial or mutually destructive, depending on how one lives, but what if one is self destructive but still wants to help others? Do you set aside your own wishes and live a life of servitude, or do you take the other path and do what you must to get by but no more? Is it fear that drives you, or ambition, or something else?

What of Chaos and order? are you one or a little bit of both? Surely you can't be all order or all chaos, how do you find the balance? So many questions, and so little answers, but are the answers truly what I want? No most certainly not, I'd rather live in uncertainty than be absolutely certain of anything. I doubt myself and other, but am certain about others, it is self-doubt that both hinders me and drives me forward toward understanding.

It probably all sounds confusing and angsty, and it most likely is. I am however certain of one thing, and that is that I am alive and seek to help those close to me, I just do not know exactly how, but that will come to me. In the mean time I shall remain who I am, and be alive. ]]> AimusSage https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?10809-I-am-alone Not quite sure about this. https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?10795-Not-quite-sure-about-this Wed, 04 Aug 2010 21:19:47 GMT Is a certainty of considerable doubt decidedly indecisive by choice? Is a certainty of considerable doubt decidedly indecisive by choice? ]]> AimusSage https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?10795-Not-quite-sure-about-this Designated entry 1 https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?10503-Designated-entry-1 Sun, 06 Jun 2010 10:36:49 GMT This entry is designated for a future in which I re-invent time travel. This entry is designated for a future in which I re-invent time travel. ]]> AimusSage https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?10503-Designated-entry-1 Stupid hammocks! https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?10127-Stupid-hammocks! Tue, 30 Mar 2010 01:32:53 GMT Shall I post to my blog the thoughts of my stupidity? A perspective limited to self delusion and endless confusion. Lazy as I am, the findings will... Shall I post to my blog the thoughts of my stupidity? A perspective limited to self delusion and endless confusion. Lazy as I am, the findings will be limited, to a mere touch of simplicity. Stupid I am, silent in revelation, a boring consternation.

Contradiction, fools for the newest revelation. There is a falsehood in trepidation. Stupidity, I reject your ability to hamper me creatively. Through serendipity I shall embrace you. However as stupidly you smile, I will be here for a little while. Dulled, culled the brain, picked clean, the stupid machine.

For a lack of vocabulary, I end without creation, only left with contemplation...:idea: ]]> AimusSage https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?10127-Stupid-hammocks! A tribute to fallout https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?10088-A-tribute-to-fallout Sun, 21 Mar 2010 06:58:11 GMT So just now I got to thinking about this lovely game I used to play called fallout, and also fallout 2, and most recently, fallout 3, and I typed in... So just now I got to thinking about this lovely game I used to play called fallout, and also fallout 2, and most recently, fallout 3, and I typed in some stuff in word and before I knew it I had a whole slew of short little lines about the game (mostly the 3rd instalment, the rest has been so long ago) So without much ado, I give you:

A minimal tribute to Fallout!

Passed the broken bell
towers
a lone wanderer
lost in the wastes
of post nuclear
apocalypse.

Broken pillars
under a highway sloped
shotgun, dog and water
all to survive
mutant power.

Man's best friend
a journey alone
to find
his own best friend.

Rescue strangers
a village under siege
by ants
from a doctor
not quite sane.

Bandits roam and bandits rape
bandits steal and bandits scrape
an army of bandits walk the plains
a bandit army lost to the wastes.

More come, more impure
cleanse them all
remain so pure
ghoul and poison spit
all fall before they're hit
Pure and evil virus strain.

Untouched unseen
manipulate, be keen
a computer oh so bright
you fall to logic
it's quite alright. ]]> AimusSage https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?10088-A-tribute-to-fallout Civilization https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?10087-Civilization Sun, 21 Mar 2010 03:09:28 GMT What is it exactly? Wikipedia says a lot on it, but if you ask me it's just a flimsy layer of veneer on an otherwise primitive species that will eventually succumb to infighting and an inability to accept reality.

We are one species, we are all human, and while there are pockets of acceptance, the norm is intolerance. toward other cultures, toward nature, even toward ourselves. Marx thought Communism was the answer, and in a perfect world I am sure it could be, but this is not a perfect world, and any system is bound to fail to some extent, so we make due with what we have until it all ends.

History has taught us that civilizations are fragile, The Roman Empire, The greeks, the Egyptians, none of the ancient civilizations survived, some evolved into a shadow of their former glory, some imploded, and so on. Sure they left a legacy, but is that all that will go on, a legacy? and even now ours is crumbling, the world is far less stable than people will have you believe, and it is the exact same people that say it is stable that are major proponents of this instability. Why? Because they choose to ignore the problems that plague humanity, clashes of culture, once separate civilizations merging into one global village, Conflict is bound to arise, it can't be ignored since it is already here. It is how we deal with the conflic that will define the future of humanity. I am very displeased with this, as I find that I cannot fully agree with either(prominent) side. The Violence vs. Violence in this conflict drowns the voice of reason, and I for one see reason to be the true future, as did the people that ended the dark ages once hoped, but now, four- to five hundred years later, how much has changed?

Emotions and self righteous belief still go hand in hand and run rampant amongst a dominant vocal part of humanity, and instead of casting of these chains, they embrace them, make them their own and blame others for these very chains that bind them.

Reason does not invalidate emotion, it does not always invalidate belief, it can go hand in hand and moderate, show the other side of the coin.

Too bad reason is thrown out of the door so easily. ]]> AimusSage https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?10087-Civilization The absence of logic https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?10027-The-absence-of-logic Mon, 08 Mar 2010 22:18:59 GMT To say idiot a slap in the face. To say smart girl get a beer. The lie is reward, Truth is punishment. So much for honesty. Honestly I do not... To say idiot
a slap in the face.
To say smart girl
get a beer.
The lie is reward,
Truth is punishment.
So much for honesty.
Honestly I do not give a damn,
when reason speaks,
the world falls silent
and laughs, defiant.
We are not logic
machine-man. ]]> AimusSage https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?10027-The-absence-of-logic No more smoking https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?10007-No-more-smoking Fri, 05 Mar 2010 02:54:51 GMT I quit smoking... again, done so in the past, but it never lasted, but now I really need it to succeed, because, having paid a lot of visits to the... I quit smoking... again, done so in the past, but it never lasted, but now I really need it to succeed, because, having paid a lot of visits to the doctor, it turns out I am allergic to cigarettes....

It is not a literal allergic reaction to nicotine or the smoke, but it turns out I have very sensitive skin and am susceptible to atopic exzema... which is something babies usually have, and I had it as a baby but it came back and smoking makes it worse. The only reason for me to start smoking was as a self destructive measure, but it wasn't supossed to make my skin go insane and irritated, so I have decided to quite and find another terminal addiction instead... Does annyone have a good suggestion regarding terminal addictions that do not show until one has actually crossed the terminal boundary when there is no way back from the dead? ]]> AimusSage https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?10007-No-more-smoking Until we never meet again https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?10000-Until-we-never-meet-again Thu, 04 Mar 2010 04:33:59 GMT Until we never meet again Smiling, smashing, smiting, secluded, Torn, twisted, teased, tormented, Vile, villainous, veracious, vain, wailing,... Until we never meet again
Smiling, smashing, smiting, secluded,
Torn, twisted, teased, tormented,
Vile, villainous, veracious, vain,
wailing, waning, wacky, wrinkled
old man in the mirror. ]]> AimusSage https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?10000-Until-we-never-meet-again Flawed Human https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?9999-Flawed-Human Thu, 04 Mar 2010 01:12:54 GMT Flawed human Born into a perfect world Balanced and secure With loving parents Disease? Always a cure Grow up happy the mind falters there is... Flawed human
Born into a perfect world
Balanced and secure
With loving parents
Disease? Always a cure
Grow up happy
the mind falters
there is no perfect world
no glimmer of purpose
only the absence of life
still born and flawless
absolute solitude
no voice in the river
crying out for life
passing by
a broken lullaby ]]> AimusSage https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?9999-Flawed-Human Endless Poetry night Part III https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?9992-Endless-Poetry-night-Part-III Tue, 02 Mar 2010 23:51:22 GMT The always wonderfull nightshade and me had another EPN! This is the result. I hear no voice The sound is silence The strength is faded from... The always wonderfull nightshade and me had another EPN! This is the result.

I hear no voice
The sound is silence
The strength is faded from words
the message though still clear
in writing, we nerds
Never give up, persevere
EPN, we are here
The voice of Night
always there, perfectly clear

The Miller
The mill works hard today
Wheat to bread and food
It needs to get underway
Rich folk being rude
No care in the mill
The poor need food too
We can't bend to a fool's will
As if the rich even knew
How the Miller does its job
without the poor
they'd starve and sob
without the poor
They too would be obscure.

 
Elections
Smoke on the horizon
The empty orison
Fire breathing bigotry
All over the country
No respect for others
Fighting amongst brothers
In politics people shout
some even scream aloud
No more others allowed
We should be proud
But what is this pride
that brings us to hide
the troubles and place blame
on those that have nothing, insane!

Ode to Icecream.
Ice-cream, ice-cream, ice-cream
now with extra cream
chocolate vanilla banana mix
Talk about some awesome kicks
In the mouth the stomach and the groin
And what is it? Just some coin
Brain freeze? Not today
Pleasure all the way!
Fun and games all around
So glad we live earthbound.

The Quiet Ones
silence has lease where the loud ones are
We walk amongst them and hear their voices
We are the quiet ones, watching from afar
How they decide, their perfect choices
Who succeeds and who will fail
The loud ones, they scream to no avail
As the quiet ones are silent
Watch them get violent
And shake the pain of ignorance
We watch, and we see
The silent ones we be.

Changes
Never before did I use a smile
To tell tales, to speak and cry
I used to be a so vile
I would make people lie
Use cheat and deceit to get my way
but now, I am broken, I can laugh
Took my bitterness away
I speak on my behalf
have a smile, do not cry
I want you to be my lullaby

Kettle on the fire
Burning up the ire
of all those whistling fools
Wanting tea, but have no cools
To take the kettle and boil
water, tea grown and toil
the soil for a leave of earl grey
I must find a way
To get my tea so hot
I put some water in a boiling pot.

The Mexican
Was it something you ate?
Are you irate?
Did you puke for fun
Or has the vomiting begun?
You are truly sick
In mind and body
I hope you leave, cry
When you vomit, and die.

Frivolous frivolity
A temporal triviality
Wormhole, travel through time
Space is so vast
I get lost in thought
while I fly away
People age, people die.


Tan or burn?
Creme and salve all work together
to make me better
but what they do not know
is that I am quite alright
without, but what a sight
the blisters and scars
will be, I'd be a monster
without the face
of a human lobster. ]]> AimusSage https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?9992-Endless-Poetry-night-Part-III Diaries for the confused i https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?9987-Diaries-for-the-confused-i Mon, 01 Mar 2010 23:00:12 GMT So it happened today that i woke up, which in itself is actually a good thing, you don't want to sleep a full day and wake up missing it the day after because something significant can happen everyday you live.

The problem is that nothing significant happened, I am still waiting for the great war to unfold between universes, I am still searching for 42. It is a road that leads nowhere, but without a destination, don't all roads lead somewhere, but ultimately nowhere at all? You'll just wander forever until you reach the end of the universe, the point of Origin. I find myself questioning my motive to go there, despite what Charles said, despite the importance of the mission or quest if you will I find myself alone in a spacecraft that is bigger than it should be, over the top even, commanded by a madmen.

This king of Mars, who interrupted our delivery to Alpha Centauri to fight some crazy war in the Eastern Nebula because some turnips became corrupted. Whoever cares about turnips anyway? Nobody likes them except for dwarflike creatures that call themselves gnomes. Strange, but true, it seems that Martians are also Turnip lovers, or so they were before their planet got molested by them. Brutal, as I could see on the Martian News networks, much bloodshed and ultimately the universe record breaking turnip stew that ended the invasion, But I digress, there are important things to consider.

We are still en-route, Bob is having fun, but for some reason I feel we will part soon, if time can even be defined in soon and later in this strange new fiction. I only hope that when I do reach the point of Origin, I can find meaning. The dreams become unbearable, the visions of this child, helpless in his room frighten me, is it another universe, or is it merely a room in this universe, I can tell it is a human child, but of what world it originate I cannot tell, there is clearly something wrong, there are voices not of the child, the visions break often to what seems to be a bad horror movie between a zombie and a skeleton, fighting over bandages. And always this number, 31? I do not understand, I cannot understand, I must hold on to my sanity, it has begun, the spillage of other universes converging with this one. I thought there were thousands of years still. It seems no one else cares or notices, but people are become more insane around me by the minute.

We must escape the universe, go beyond its borders into infinity. I cannot go there, I am touched by the part 299, binding me to this universe, I learned this the hard way in another time, when I came back from the future to warn myself of my destiny, I did not belief it, I did not even know it until the memory was triggered by the oncoming insanity. It falls to Bob, my trusted sidekick to go there and await my message from the point of Origin, what the message will be I cannot yet say. As only the point of origin can reveal the secret to saving the universe. Why this crazy war, why did the turnips go crazy? Is it all a convergence of the giants of entropy? Are they finally moving? I do not know, I have not seen the destroyers, they would come soon, or are they already too late? There is too much confusion here, I cannot see the end, or is there even an end, will it just be a resetting of the cycle?

These names, Zarkov, Tweekerhead, who are they, what do they want? Is it just a malign entity playing tricks, or is it somehow related to the fate of the universe? What could be beyond the point of Origin, and what is this number I keep getting? 31, a room? Too many questions, not enough answers, I must sleep and hope for a deep dreamless night, for tomorrow we will stand on the battlefield, and I must save the glorious turnip's incarnation from the onslaught, for he holds the key to the point of Origin.

- From the diary of 'Bob' / Somewhere in time. ]]> AimusSage https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?9987-Diaries-for-the-confused-i True romance https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?9952-True-romance Wed, 24 Feb 2010 21:21:03 GMT Sake, a shot of whisky,
A bottle of wine and some beer
Makes some a little frisky
and while you think it's perfectly clear
no one thinks of you as sober,
when you speak of the grain
that always falls in October.
Even though you make no sense,
you still manage to steal a kiss.
and take away the girls innocence.

Or maybe not you reminisce
when awoken in the early morning.
She came strongly onto you
Should´ve headed your friends warning
When you got that important clue
beer goggles, they really got you too. ]]> AimusSage https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?9952-True-romance With their head in dark places https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?9879-With-their-head-in-dark-places Fri, 12 Feb 2010 18:03:34 GMT In history there have been many leaders who have had their head up a dark place, like ostriches only in a different dark place. It doesn't matter if you have the best intentions or not, with your head up a dark place you can't really see what's going on and your actions will end up being wrong.

I'm not saying it is easy to be a leader, I'll do far worse in all likelihood, were I in such a dark place. I also understand that it is impossible to please everyone, but in the end, you have to get year head back into the fresh Vacuum of the universe and see what is going on if you want to change things for the better.

The nation of turnips have been in a dark place for far too long, their betrayal still echoes across the galaxy, as the Martian armadas approach their Homeworld in a steady pace.

Their armies beaten, they have pulled back for a last line of defence, a small hurdle for the mighty fleet of warships, but that is only the beginning. Occupying the world of Turnipia will not be easy, there will be resistance, there will be attrition, but the alternative is total annihilation of their species. I will not make that call, even if the majority of Martians wish to do so. I would rather give up the throne than exterminate such a unique culture, but they must be rid of the influence of the abominable and enigmatic guinea pigs. They are diabolically against all life, and such a thing cannot be condoned by reasonable men. The far eastern nebula will see many dead turnips today, in the hopes that those that survive will find a better future. ]]> AimusSage https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?9879-With-their-head-in-dark-places Whisky https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?9863-Whisky Wed, 10 Feb 2010 02:10:18 GMT Who else likes the Glenlivet French oak reserve 15yo and wishes they were rich enough to be able to afford the 25 year old? I hear it's only about 200 Euro now.



That's what I'm talking about. :D ]]> AimusSage https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?9863-Whisky