Study

Seems like the time I feel most like living my life is when I'm in SWOTvac or something akin. I should pretend I have exams looming every day, and that everytime I go outside I am blowing off study. Whoever invented homework should be shot, whoever invented examinations should be allowed to live. Exams are worthless, a simple arguement. Exams test ability to take exams, I suck at that so I have a lot against them. Exams are anonymous, and nobody trusts anonymous on the internets.

I'm not doing a good job, this writing is trash, e-mail me if you want your time refunded.

Soon Tip

My internet connection has been restored.

I am writing two bibles to help guide the masses who annoy me.

One is all about Eris, since I realized I was a pope a couple months ago.

The other one is about the two major methods of thinking in the world, logical and empathetic.

I'm nearly all out of brown crayons.

Seriously guys

I told you to knock it off, but what do you do?

I don't know.

I get the feeling there are only about 100 people on the internet at any one time, and they all try to act like each other.

Though that probably means I should stop accessing the same forums and imageboards...

At least I don't use fark.

Also: can you believe how easy it is to do things using your mind?

I'm going to play with corpses again sometime really soon

Awful pun or is it?

The theory of the big crunch simply states that everything will come together nicely in the end.

YARG, evil laugh

Superhero's don't understand how evil my grin is.

I could shake their hand and tell them my deathray was just called that because ray charles is dead.

And they would believe me

So, god told you to do what?

So, anyone care to guess why religion make me feel uneasy?

Wave garden

I will build it, I will think in it
It will be a garden where I grow

Democracy

Time flowed differently, my days slipped easily into my nights without any notice of transition

I felt older, although that which defined me as a child slipped away

When I was a kid I wanted to study palaeontology

Asia Explained using Star Craft

Pictured above is my explanation of the current situation in Asia.

China decided to bomb a small island in between itself and Taiwan for ten straight years (or so I was told by someone who I believed). They didn't have a good reason, but Taiwanese space marines that went through that place were killed by the siege tanks that China placed in Xiamen.

The two loops along the coast of China represent where I figure Shanghai and Beijing are.

To the north you can see that North Korea has got an academy pumping out Ghosts, one of which has used a silo attached to a command centre to launch a nuke, we are all fucked, we all hate that god damn sound byte.

And South Korea are being bitches and going for a zergling rush, but they won't make it, they suck.

A poem without humility or honor

Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
In the land of the rising sun,
Giant mecha battle godzilla for dominance.
Cherry blossoms falling on snow.



Pathetic shit at the moodle forums today, the standard of gaia and 4chan contrasted against the rantings of horatio say without a doubt that our philosophy class does not even rate.

Note to self: burn something large, remember kat.

ah, he isn't dead

Faced with a good life
Most any mind will go blunt
Complacent fools die

Photon cat and the amazing caffine driven robot

I found myself in a dream of sorts, surrounded by four figures closed to the rest of the world to some degree. They spoke in turn to me, threatening me with their strange insinuations. The Zeroth hissed in my ear "You must play the game." The First came next, softly telling me "You can't win." The Second speaking firmly informed me "You can't break even." Finally The Third jumped forward and shouted in my face "You can't quit the game."

I ran screaming from them, but still the followed me, always surrounding me as semi permeable barrier between myself and the rest of the universe, taking, always taking from every interaction, slowly reducing everything done to entropy.

Poison and a fish of a similar name

God damn donut puncher

I don't know why I said that, but I have a good story about the world

Of course, I didn't bother writing it down.

Hrmm, what else

Oh yeah

I had some food today and it was really great tasting

It was like amazing

eh, fuck it

bash.org

maddox.xmission.com

tits or GTFO!

Another dragon

And I'll be damned if I haven't started writing my essay on dragon/human relations

Take over the world, today’s plan!

Genetically altered mushroom spores that trigger with secondary metabolites that trigger hallucinations and have a hypnotic effect will be ejected into the atmosphere, they will disperse and travel throughout the globe, until most of the world's human population will be suggestible and unable to function effectively. The spores will have a short half-life in the body and no tolerance or addictive qualities.

An antidote will be offered to all effected, with a catch, it will sterilize you.

People have the choice of living in madness or losing their abilities to reproduce. However, given their suggestible nature while intoxicated and the vivid hallucinogenic outbursts, they should be easily pliable.

Those who are not given the drug can be utilized as easily manipulated and driven workers, who will breed to keep the world populated while those who have become sterile and are in favor of the world governing power will be able to earn the right to adopt and raise these children.

Dissidents will be administered large doses of the hallucinogen and will no longer be administered their medication. Thus you may breed and dream or think and obey.

FEAR AND LOATHING

I can't believe it makes sense

A burp is the last of the taste of a food coming up backward. That is
why it tastes odd and at times unpleasant.


What if someone's name was written in the sky and it was yours?


The jitters in my voice
Madness has touched me
Invasive
Parasitic hosts
Tactical approach
Tact in red wine
No candy for breakfast
Dad and mom,
I love you


Friend: I wonder if being a dictator is fun
Zacius: Of course it is; who doesn't want total power?

SILENCE

Zacius: I mean, go democracy


Monkey
I like ducks
Fuck a carrot
Eat pudding
Candy course
Dog banana
Fishing rod


Every cigarette tastes like her


Autism
Call me pernickety, picky
I know something is different
Nothing is missing but the room
Isn't comfortable anymore


Knock, knock
Who's there?
Orange
Fuck you


Crystallised oil spears – Chips when you vomit


In every house you look, an idiot


Are people born stupid? Or is it a failing of their childhood?


I will rule the world

The burbling fountain of
murmuring brook, that forces
a rock to pass by.

Challenged to burn a frenzy
of thought, elemental fury drives
onward.

Stoic and dying, the earth calls
us forward, its brain and
legs born far too weak

The friend of the muse, in
papers good grace, yet loving the
warmth with its call.

The we will hunt, tomorrows
sweet breath, life is a
dangerous sort

All hills between here and power,
are but kind men's faces, for us to tread upon.

The shoulders of giants are
ridden, with the giants too
foolish to care.

Control of the medical resources,
from doctors who trust in my way.
"To cure the sick mind".

The sickness of alien freedoms,
let these be immunised, with all
that is chemically gone.

The spots and the mind run away.
And my time to help is at hand.

Stoicism and logic never smelt so good

"Permit nothing to cleave to you that is not your own; nothing to grow to you that may give you agony when it is torn away."

Stoicism is really a tempting way of life to lead for a while.

Who knows, I might even like it.

But then that wouldn't really be possible.

Life sure is interesting isn't it?

I really should get some more Sherlock Holmes, but Conan Doyle hasn't made any since a while ago.

Pink Floyd is amazing.

Now to find some fanfics

A google search for some Sherlock slash comes up with several disturbing links

Onward.

Disgusting

I really didn’t like it at all

Probably won’t read any more

The Prince 2: The Machiavelling

I may be the only person in the world that wants to see a movie made of this, but as our darling Machiavelli stated, and the current world leaders are proving; it only takes a few stupid people to ruin a few large empires.

I am thinking that, due to the nature of The Prince, the movie should be released as a series of short sketches, much like a retail instructional video.

A typical scene would work like this:

Minister critiques the prince in front of several high ranking lords of his lands.

The prince ignores the response by laughing it off.

PAUSE

The narrator steps in front of this and starts his monologue on how the prince has handled the situation, then talks about the need to appear strong in front of those who are directly under you in power.

RESUME

The prince hears the minister’s critique patiently, then draws his sword and beheads him yelling “How do you like that bitch? I’m the fucking prince here.”

Pumpkin

A man was talking to an angst ridden teenager outside a train station in the city, he had just called the businessman a sell-out for wearing a suit.

The Businessman responded that the emoteen's uniform was just as inviting, but his paid better.

The emokid responded in a rude way "You cry when you masturbate right?"

To his surprise the suit was prepared with a comeback "Always"

The suit then befriended the emokid, took him back to his condo, drugged, raped and killed him.

The moral of this story, don't be an emokid

A children's book

Well,

I was just thinking about how wonderful children are.

After I calmed down a bit, I decided to write a story book that would cripple them with fear and grief over its contents.

Hence this hideous atrocity was formed.

I think I probably should have just stayed in bed this morning.

On the other hand, time for a smoke and some sleeping and then sleep walking.

Maybe I might come visit you while you sleep tonight.

ChungYu is a Chinese linguistic trait of using four words in order to form a saying that is commonly recognised.

It has no actual context that makes it recognisable without a study of traditional Chinese stories

The ultimate meme, an entire culture’s sayings compounded in a code that only with instruction in it will any of them become clear.

I am studying them

Nothing to say, so I will just say something

If you want a vegetarian choice, I can only say that we did not budget for it; as you know, there is no accounting for other peoples’ tastes.


Does divine wrath cover killing people for annoying me?


God thinks slowly


A giant ninja, strong, yet agile


You misunderstand; I am merely giving you the opportunity to agree
before I do anyway


I like cats too, but they are harder to catch


Stop lying to your kids INC


If I were playing video games you would be the bad guy


Fuck you.

Fuck your mother.

She is your mother too.

Happy Satan day

The evolution of my mind: A brief history of ego and id.



I have always had cause to speak briefly and see things in their most basic forms, this has come as both a curse and a blessing to me.

To reduce the universe into a simple easily dissected form is the most insulting thing one can do to the complexity of creation, it is also one of the most honest steps a being can take to understanding that which is.

At the most basic level this can be described as linguistics, but linguistics can be explained by a single question: what if colour isn’t colour?

Nothing more needs to be said on that, I remember the first time this caused me to stop and think, I was five years old.

In kindergarden I was known for mixing several puzzles at once and rearranging them all together, the only reason I had was that it made things complicated enough to be enjoyable.

The balance between chaos and order is very easily summarised in that very statement. I was a Zen philosopher before leaving kindergarden.

But this was not enough for me, balance between chaos and order seemed to me to be yet another rule to be balanced, and so on ad nausium.

I felt myself as a chaotic force, but with nobody around to model these new feelings I hid them as best I could.

I remember pondering the nature of a conversation, trying to understand how it was possible that two people would say things backwards and forwards without having to pause and think about what they were saying.

During school I would often push every rule, and yet, I stand by my methods.

By testing the boundaries figuratively rather than literally I caused everyone to hypothesise about the limits of the rules.

I say this once only, I have never been caught.

My rule testing and breaking behaviour caused me to identify with the ferocious intelligence of the Velecoraptors in Jurassic park, testing the fences even though shocked a little; they would quickly find and exploit any weakness.

I tried playing dumb, but the mask soon became so entangled with my face that I became as my disguise. It disgusted me and I made a push to return to my origins.

Throughout I have found no point in my life that I believe that I was content, this is once again a curse and a blessing. But with no solution I find myself with a secreted yearning to step out that which blocks my content; my own brain.

I poison my body with drugs; they affect it for better or worse, but always cause the rift between my mind and body to widen.

I state now that it is entirely possible that with the destruction of the body the mind may roam free. This I call the philosophers paradise – your time on earth based on gathering as much or as little data as you see fit to compute for eternity.

This brings me to my list of terms that are ill defined and require a kick in the right direction:

Infinity: it is big, bigger than you can imagine, picture that. No…

Darkness: the absence of light? Why not define everything using what is absent, the reason; x’ = x + n

A mixed blessing: apart from the obvious religious implication, it suggests a balance, that you enjoy this thing as much as you dislike it. This is rarely the case.

The rest are for the field of metaphysics and ‘sexy maths’ to deal with, I refuse to waste my time beating my head against a wall trying to understand what no tutor can explain.

I have seen the universe in 4d, try Lysergic Diethylamide, you can sense a lot of things differently to how you normally would.

I sense within myself infinite potential, but with no direction and no driving force it is moot, I merely became reactive to others, which ultimately will lead to stagnation and the inevitable rot of my body.

Name a worthy cause; call on me to do your bidding any who believe themselves better than I.

I ask only for proof that satisfies me and I will serve you unwaveringly to my dying breath.