today was a rare occasion, as we were not obliged to do our daily deeds. to start the day, we were going to visit charles at his residence of work but then entrusted our meal to those of the bean origin. They were late in their forthcoming. Then we watched possibly the worst composition of acting ever created by man. Then we trekked in powder back to the safe abode. We watched a film of the sacrilegious pamela anderson. It was certainly not worth our while. Our day was cut short due to the event that one us will be traveling tomorrow to the origin of this blog. This place is where we discovered our faith and our life purpose dearly beloveds.
Gather round children, our lord is upon us.
We do not appreciate the celebration of Christmas. This religion is pagan in fact, celebrating the winter solstice. Christmas is not Christ's actual day of birth. The origin of the Christmas tree came to us when pagans would bring evergreens into their home to preserve life with the upcoming cold of the winder solstice. So celebate away if you wish, FOOLS!

In the darkness I lie still,
King Triton and his faithful servant, Poseidon

First we graduated from our confinement in our second institutions. We parted ways for two weeks, only to be brought together again while playing the game the game of our lord, for three blessed weeks. Meow the memories consume us. One fine day, we pilgrimaged to place of dirty hexes and dirty bros. Alas, the outcome was the scroll. A document that recorded our precious memories of raving les pauls, power cords, epar capes, and mike 'n ikes. For now that we have started our two weeks of hell, the memories keep us thriving. For images in the mind last forever...
The scroll remains in our power.
Meow we must go.

I leave you, immobile in the darkness, until we meet again...
King Triton and his Faithful Poseidon

Today a mysterious amount of years ago, I joined the human race. I ejected myself happily from my 9 month confinement. Today, so many years later, I am a faithful servant. I do not question the lord's power, even when I often find myself in a dark chamber listening to the gospel of God's words. I pray him leave me be! But no! What about me? I know sometimes you want to die. But do you really feel alive without me? SO BE FREE! Before one of us has accidental babies. Do you brush your teeth before you pray? Do you miss my smell? To this, I say no thank you! And God says, Enjoy your power cord, my dearest. Enjoy.

Until I Reemerge again,
Forever in your darkness,
In the boon that beats our drum,

Poseidon and his faithful servant, King Triton

March the twenty-fourth, two thousand and eight. The day after the lord's return.

Today King Triton and I shared an experience together. First we had the bountiful food from our lord. Then we exercised in the King's palace. We then took a peddler's journey to my place of residence. Because of a work of the devil, we had to seperate. King Triton supervised the work od the Lord...repairing. And I practiced my rituals. We then united once again and watched a film that represented our lives in every way possible. Before King Triton's final departure we drew our feelings in the street. People stared at our pictures...they just don't understand our LOYALTY to the priory. Lord forgive them for they know not what they do. Tomorrow I must go back to my enslavement in the institution. Forgive my absence, I know not when I shall return.
Forever I remain alone in the darkness,
Poseidon

Today I sailed the clear blue waters, poseiden's spirit immersed in my mind. How can I behave when he taunts me so? I just have to think, desire vs. devotion? and then i now my life's purpose. For now, i remain still in heart and mind. The walls remain dark, and i feel them close around me. Until we meet again, i remain,
King Triton and his humble servant Poseidon

Silence
It rings through the wind
Whipping my body
Poseidon!
Poseidon!
Take me!
I am for you.
What is silver
is cold
King Triton!
King Triton!
Take me!
I am for you.
What is cold
is silver
This world
I was not meant for it
But still I'm here
Enslaved to the power
Never to be set free
Poseidon!
King Triton!
Tell me what you wish for me

From my personal recollections, I remember a day...not long ago. THE POWER OF JESUS COMPELS ME! This is why my friend and I joined the Priory of Scion. I am currently searching for the grand master so if you hear any word, do share. Currently we talk to this grandmaster through SILAS! But his physical appearance is unknown. We have researched finding previous grandmasters such as Sir Isaac Newton, himself. We believe we have found their grave sight in the stalagmite cove in Bermuda. Unlikely place, one would suspect...exactly what they wanted it to appear. We also fear some members of the priory are impure and think kinky thoughts...they are so dirty. The way we serve our master is our personal buisiness but I have to suspect that the master would not approve of worship in this manner. DEVOTION VS. DESIRE...which shall you choose when it comes down to the wire? Ponder this...
In the darkness I lie still until we meet again,
King Triton and his humble servant Poseidon

March the 18th.
Dearest Diary, my only friend,
Today I shed my robes and whipped myself harshly...IT FELT SO DIRTY! I did it for the master! In the wind today, I called his name but the air bit me with frost in response. I found a power cord, so kinky. I liked to be called Nymbus by my Poseidon but I tell him TOUCH ME...AND I'LL SCRAM!!! But when I actually did scram, the people did not accept the compulsion of Christ. Things to tend to like diminishing OPUS DEI!
I lie in the darkness until we meet again,
King Triton and his humble servant Poseidon