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Feb. 3rd, 2004 @ 08:28 am What's your favorite guilty indulgence?
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Muse: Marc Remillard
Fandom: The Many Coloured land
Words:200


To have Guilt about Pleasure is like having Vengeance about Ennui….



If you are experiencing guilt about pleasure, you must not understand the concept of either.

In many ways, what guilt and pleasure have in common for me is that they are both used by the common man as a waste of time. And yet there is a purpose to pleasure – when it comes to you as pride in your accomplishments, as fulfillment of the quest – even as respite from the work on occasion. But I do not seek it for itself... anymore.

Guilt I do not seek at all, and if you think I have no need, seeing as it should have no trouble finding me – you would be wrong. I have no time for guilt, the justification of what I have done is what draws my eye and my heart. Guilt is an anchor, and I was born with wings.

Forward – if you want to fix the past, you must go forward. It is simple, if you can keep your heart from denying it.

My heart denies me nothing. I suppose many of you would consider that a guilty pleasure.
Jan. 23rd, 2004 @ 06:43 pm (no subject)
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How did you lose your virginity?


The exact moment of my bonding, body and breath, spirit and skin with another life – I do remember it. It has been the vision behind my closed eyelids all of my life.

Matthieu.

Matthieu and I were, of course always meant to be one life. It was the separation into two that was false. Some genetic miscalculation, and the dna makes a decision that it should never have made – suddenly we are twins.

It probably is not such a wrench for normal men, but for mental men, the brain could not bear the fury of the parting. We could not live as two, so if we could not be one again, one of us had to make way.

We tried, there in the womb, to subsume each other – our other selves, to fix what the gods had stupidly destroyed. But our powers were not what they would be. And so we took the same path of destruction used by the gods….

It was not an easy birth for my mother – They say that we were born with our hands upon each other’s throats, our cords wrapped about each others necks..

They did not mention that our souls had intertwined, just that it seemed to them that he had tried to take my life, and I, the elder, the stronger, had simply not allowed it. My mother never really recovered from the fact that she had given birth to murder….



Oh, I’m sorry, my mind seems to have wandered… did you mean sex?



Marc Remillard
Fandom: Many Coloured Land
Word count:250
Dec. 20th, 2003 @ 06:33 am Do you feel that you were born with a predetermined role in society? If so, how do you feel about it
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My life was not only designed it was crafted. Circular, spiral, enfolding.

My life existed in every cell in the fragile flesh, every gene in every obstinate cell, every particle of information in every explosively replicating gene.

Predetermined? Absolutely and Eternally. Without hope of Escape.

Though, of course, the hand that wrought the design was my own. (smiles)


You might want to ask that of my children when they are born....
Dec. 18th, 2003 @ 02:33 pm (no subject)
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Ah - another of these interviews, eh? Why? Surely you know all the basics by now, and you must also know that is all you will get from me.

Marc Remillard. Born in 2038, oldest child of Concillium Magnate Paul Remillard, Paramount Grand Master, farsensor, coercer and creator. He did ok considering the genes had not fully evolved.

I, however, am the greatest metaconcert designer in the Milieu. Don't give me that jumbled thought - what is it you think my little brother can do better, eh? Mental Man will be his match.

They call him Jack the Bodiless now.

I have a few names as well. Abaddon. The Destroyer. The Angel of the Abyss.

I also have work to do.