Ben Atkins
- Male, 21
- from Oxford
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- Member since: March 2006
- Last active: 43 weeks ago
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- Me, Myself, and I
- This time there would be no witnesses.
This time there was just the dead earth, a rumble of thunder, and the onset of that interminable light drizzle from the northeast by which so many of the world's momentous events seem to be accompanied.
The storms of the day before, and the day before that, and the floods of the previous week, had now abated. The skies still bulged with rain, but all that actually fell in the gathering evening gloom was a dreary kind of prickle.
Some wind whipped across the darkening plain, blundered through the low hills and gusted across a shallow valley where stood a structure, a kind of tower, alone in a nightmare of mud, and leaning.
It was a blackened stump of a tower. It stood like an extrusion of magma from one of the more pestilential pits of hell, and it leaned at a peculiar angle, as if oppressed by something altogether more terrible than its own considerable weight. It seemed a dead thing, long ages dead.
- The only movement
- was that of a river of mud that moved sluggishly along the bottom of the valley past the tower. A mile or so further on, the river ran down a ravine and disappeared underground.
But as the evening darkened it became apparent that the tower was not entirely without life. There was a single dim red light guttering deep within it.
The light was only just visible – except of course that there was no one to see, no witnesses, not this time, but it was nevertheless a light. Every few minutes it grew a little stronger and a little brighter and then faded away almost to nothing. At the same time a low keening noise drifted out on to the wind, built up to a kind of wailing climax, and then it too faded, abjectly, away. - Time passed,
- and then another light appeared, a smaller, mobile light. It emerged at ground level and moved in a single bobbing circuit of the tower, pausing occasionally on its way around. Then it, and the shadowy figure that could just be discerned carrying it, disappeared inside once more.
An hour passed, and by the end of it the darkness was total. The world seemed dead, the night a blankness.
And then the glow appeared again near the tower’s peak, this time growing in power more purposefully. It quickly reached the peak of brightness it had previously attained, and then kept going, increasing, increasing. The keening sound that accompanied it rose in pitch and stridency until it became a wailing scream. The sound screamed on and on till it became a blinding noise and the light a deafening redness. - And then, abruptly, both ceased.
- There was a millisecond of silent darkness.
An astonishing new light billowed and bulged from deep within the mud beneath the tower. The sky clenched, a mountain of mud convulsed, earth and sky bellowed at each other, there was a terrible pinkness, a sudden greenness, a lingering orangeness that stained the clouds, and then the light sank and the night at last was deeply, hideously dark. There was no further noise other than the soft tinkle of water. - On that night,
- an elite team of the world’s greatest genetic biologists, disgusted by the precognition of Jaco Pastorius’ brutal and untimely death, united in an unholy contract to create a being, a machine, for one purpose: the thing created that night was designed for the sole function of transforming the bass guitar from at state of pure potentiality to a state of pure actuality, in the most sensational sound known to man.
- They call it
- Ben Atkins, and it walks, like a man, among us, until such time as its task be fulfilled.
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- It is therefore pure coincidence that I am also so good-looking.
- Happiest When
- Sleeping, playing bass, playing drums, with Meg, in church, reading Anselm in the Queen's Head. So my ideal scenario would be having a kip during one of my Dad's sermons next to Meg in a church service in which I was playing bass or drums for the band followed by a good chunk of the proslogium and a London Pride.
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Babii-Gal-Kate119 weeks agothanks for the add hun x
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Love is like the wind. I can't see it but I can feel it.119 weeks agoHey.
Thanks for the add.
whats up?
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Matthew Ma119 weeks agoHow are you?
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VickyBabes.124 weeks agoHeyy you look cute lol
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Ellison Pearson-Geerson127 weeks agohola ben!
erm... long time no see.
i saw your father the other day, he said you had been in a concert playing the bass at your school... he said it was a shame i missed it... i didn't even know what school you went to!
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Jesi.X128 weeks agoomg i read ur news paper thing lol
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Ellison Pearson-Geerson138 weeks ago
hello. if you are at home why were you not at church? skiver...
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Ellison Pearson-Geerson141 weeks ago
Wow that sounds like an immense half term.... I haven't had a lie-in for nearly 3 weeks. Ahhh!
I suspect you won't reply to this as you are at school now, but have a good time whatever you are doing and I will see you at Easter hopefully.
Eleanor
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Ellison Pearson-Geerson141 weeks ago
oi
you didn't reply to my question.
are you going to church on sunday?
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Talei.141 weeks agoOh ok then, I see. And you're not biased or anything of course.
But I do know what you mean, if there's no bassline in a song it doesn't sound right, like it has no backbone.
I don't think that makes a lot of sense, but still.
I'm trying pretty hard not to sound like an idiot
Talei
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Talei.141 weeks ago
That makes sense. Explains why some people don't have drummers and some people don't have bass players if you don't need both. What a suprise to hear that bass is the better of the two, coming from a bass player and all...
Drums are easier to play, that's something I can do.
You seem very smart...or maybe it's just that there aren't many people on bebo who use actual sentences and full words and can actually spell. I don't actually know anybody who does that it makes a nice change, though.
Talei
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Ellison Pearson-Geerson141 weeks ago
well hello mr atkins. just because it says i am online does not mean i am actually at the computer.... but i am now
i have a widget because i was bored one day and decided to make one, quite simply. mine kind of annoys me but i don't know how to get rid of it or change it... its just a slideshow of my pictures baaaasically.
having a good half term? are you going to be at ch-ch-ch-church on sunday?
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Talei.141 weeks ago
Yeah, I know it looks different, less strings, and obviously sounds different, but I didn't know it was more like drums, how's that?
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Talei.141 weeks ago
Oh ok, I was a bit confused, I read about you and your Mum in the paper, and it said you play bass guitar. That's still something I'm not particularly good at! Not really very talented when it comes to playing instruments, I find it much easier to just watch and listen
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Talei.142 weeks ago
Wow, I wish i could play guitar like you
I've been trying to learn how to play for years, I don't really ever seem to get very far, though.
It's kind of rare to find somebody on bebo who's not totally brain-dead!
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James Hay145 weeks agoHahahahahaha callie whatever-your-name-is you're not doing anything good for Ben's already over-bloated ego. Ben get facebook, i'm not asking.
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Ellison Pearson-Geerson145 weeks ago
ben are you going to church on sunday?
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Ellie Young145 weeks agolol kl
hi ben do hope u left your room tidy ha ha,well what r u going to b up to, will u take a gap year, get a job or straight to uny after the holiday. well all us guys met up with peter and kate today 3rd, gave him the picture ann had painted they thought it was just great,had afew drinks very nice,...
Irene G 0 Replysi hope your ride on dad's bike didn't damage your neck even more. i think my drawing is a masterpiece? no?
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