I greet you, friend, in a friendly manner. For that is how one friend greets another, wouldn't you agree my friend? Friend, this is a most fortunate time in your youthful life. A turning point if you will. Why you ask me? Why! Because you have stumbled across a man who clearly fits the bill of madcap insanity of the Mentally Hilarious Order. A man who despite being as likely to throw you just to see if he can trust you at all as he is to challenge you to chess, has taken it upon himself to become the double lived servant of the people.
Now I (and many of my other colleagues) will treat you to a wide variety of creations and performances of the finely hon thespian styles.
Now *cracks knuckles* to quote Bad Boys, "this **** just got real".
*Disclaimer* These performances were not designed to distract you as we insert a tracking microchip into your skull. Definitely not.
*Disclaimer for idiots* Using your brain is a requirement. To quote the Far Side panel "no brains no service".
*Disclaimer for critics* "Go ahead. Make my day."
*Disclaimer for the paranoid* Don't worry, we aren't out to get you, but that satellite/alien/guy in a suit is.
*Disclaimer for Moderators* I can always pay you double if you don't agree with my methods.
The young man/woman known as Friend edged away from the creepy fox called himself Efan with a clear 'wtf?' written on his face. 'Perhaps a little explanation is in order dear boy/girl' Efan spoke cheerfully with a slight accent (though he'll be ****ed if he knew where it came from). 'I am using you as a character the users of Armor Games can relate to. You are, I suppose, what normal people would describe as a normal person'. Friend promptly fainted.
No one ever said life was gonna be easy... or that cliches are hard to remember. I often sit (preferably lay with good booze) back and consider humanity for what it is. Hypocritical, argumentative. We even manage to create words that shouldn't exists, like evil. Evil is a concept, a hypothesis. There is no level of 'badness' that rates a certain thing as 'evil'. We make so many arrogant assumptions, are offended by too much. That's not to say I don't care about certain things, or find the deeds of societies deemed 'bad' men and women repugnant. I just understand that on the greater levels of life, none of it matters, not even considering things in the greater scheme of things like I am right now. So, if there's nothing to be had in life because it's factually worthless then what's the point in conforming to any- well, anything? There is no point.
So, the best course of action is to enjoy life at the instinctual level, that's the way you don't end up blowing your brains out as you get a 'complex' from the idea that you don't have to be alive if it doesn't mean anything.
And if you understand and agree with that, also understand that there is simply no point to getting frustrated with the people that don't get that. Then you'd be a hypocrite
People want to find meaning in life because they are afraid. Some chose religion. Others start it. Some seem desperate to see what's after. Perhaps they need a kick in the head. Life is what you make of it, there is no right way or wrong way to live it. Some people want to alter the past and future. Some people are terrified of the very thought of people already doing that. How would we know if the future was altered? We'd already become the alternate universe before nothing happened and something happened. People think too much about the pointless. I know I do. But when I think about it, everything's important. I mean, sure, stepping on an insect and changing history is all bull****. But you know what? I'm making history. You're making history. You are reading this now (or not reading this now) and that is your history, you'll look back ten seconds from now and realize that every passing second is your history. You're livin' it baby!
I like cake, You like cake, John doesn't like cake, Lets make john cake, Lets make john flavored cake. Lets make John into cake. John doesn't like this, Why is John crying, Lets make John cake. _____________________________________________________________
Here's an old one from my old thread, but it's pretty well the only good poetry I did then: New Beginnings
Ah the Wolf, do you hear him not? Howling cries, a tortured soul, happiness forgot.
Oh the Wolf, I hear him so, giving star-ved moans, what it hungers for I don't know what.
Sh, the Wolf, and you'll see his eyes, so close to the shelter that lies.
Ya the Wolf! He listens so, hi-ding in the bushes crouched down low, not trusting the warmth, seeing false hope.
Lo the Wolf, mourning the cold, seeing the others and the food they hold.
So the Wolf, two choices he knows, the others see him, he shies away like startled prey, comes back, edges out.
Yea the Wolf, he takes the chance, strange acceptance, joyous experience, a new beginning; a home.
Life is what you make of it, there is no right way or wrong way to live it.
I remain convinced that your aspiritions to become a mass murderer are wrong by any stretch of the imagination. Also, none of this is edible. Point? Raptor Jesus is the almighty Lord who shall devour your liver to deliver you to salvation.
Ethan awoke. Upside down, hanging by his coat from a chandelier. "If only this weren't the usual" Ethan sighed rubbing his now throbbing forehead. He was about to lift himself off and drop to the ground when he heard voices. He stopped, after all, he'd be screwed if the bartender got him for the bill.
Things got interesting when he heard the scrape of swords and the jangle of metal come close to the tavern door. The town guard, crap. The soldiers stepped in single file, then spread out into somewhat of an arrow formation. The soldiers took a while to digest what they were seeing. The bar. Was. Screwed. Worse than the usual night after a large scrap. Judging by what he saw of the soldiers faces he decided to take a look down.
"He's certainly earned himself a year in the cells this time" Sergeant Hurreld remarked. "Who Sir?" One of the younger looking corporals inquired nervously. "The Mad Hatter". "But how could you know that it's him?" Everyone in the squad stared at him. "No way it isn't" sighed Hurreld. "Now the only problem is finding the *******.
As Ethan looked down, the slight rocking motion of the chandelier decided it's duty was to be as nauseating as possible.
Do you also write long stories in your spare time? are you thinking about making a book with stories/poems from yourself? I think it could turn out pretty interesting:P
I did a lot in the week I was gone, made new friends, got excited over potential partners, got overly-high over coffee, met famous scientists and experts gained incredibly wonderful outlooks on aspects of my life and learned how to have a good time.
I'd like to see what kind of person I have become, but am still unsure as to whether I have changed at all. The internet was and perhaps still is a great refuge for my escapist dreams. But how can oneself dream of the future when tied to the past? That's not to say the past wasn't enjoyable. I've loved certain parts of my life. But hated many more.
When the wind blows, the cradle will rock. Suddenly makes sense in a strange way for me. For me it means that nothing will change in my life unless I step out into the world and live it. The wind never blows inside.
You can't say you want to live your life to the fullest, to have a life that was worth it, unless you actually try.
Another thing, you have no idea as to how much there is out there in life. We are but a small people on a tiny planet, in an average galaxy in a vast universe. Don't you want to just explore a bit?
I want to say that I've changed from the past week, and I have said so. But it seems I was lying. Already, I have slipped back into old habits. This saddens me.
But. I have to keep trying.
I have to shed the hypocrisy that surrounds me.
Though something interesting is happening. I'm bored. Certain parts of my life bore me. I want to start doing things where previously I was content. Content wasting my life.
I wish I could simply live in the moment, not care for the future nor the past. But life will never be successful if you don't think about the future.
But I think about the future too much.
Also, I've been thinking a lot about people I want to share my life with. The recent past got me thinking about all that pathetic teenage crap about being lonely.
I don't know what to do. Go and have fun I guess.
See, I don't know anything about what I've been missing out on. A superiority complex combined with a fear of being laughed at and bullied led me to be closed away from life. The stuff I find fun now may be something I wont get another shot at.
I'm worried in that respect, but also glad at how I've changed. The fact that I'm more open to life will mean that I'm more open to the opportunities life has in store for me.
But all I know is, it's gonna be a wild ****in' ride.
