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Before leaving the VR I tuck a cigarette behind my ear as a statement of self-conscious fakeness. I see my Nietzschean friend Will (could there be a better name for a Nietzschean?) sitting at the bar. He says to me ( Read more... )

I just finished reading the following books in succession.

RS Alexander, Napoleon
George Victor, Hitler: The Pathology of Evil

Initially my undertaking was bigger, but I'm ending this for the simple reasons that it is addictive and comes at a high opportunity cost (takes up a lot of time). In that case, I'll be returning the volumes on Genghis ( Read more... )

Inspired by Elbom:

I stick my neck out my door and shout "am I or am I not God? now let there be light, goddammit!"
Some blond fuck sticks his head out a couple of doors down and says "who's this psycho who thinks he's God? Hey! shut up I'm trying to sleep!!"
Let there be light. May God help you see it. And there's only one God. His name is ( Read more... )

I feel like saying something really dirty. Something so nasty that even those of you who think you're so fucking depraved will start puking. All you wussies who can't crack a joke without that falsely-embarassed "oh we're so bad" kind of smile. So yeah, I feel like saying something dirty. Well... nah forget it. Some other time.

Sobriety sucks.

This has been said over and over again, but I'm gonna say it again, because there's nothing more to say really.

This is it.

We're not chasing after something. We're not hoping for something. We don't have goals. We're not hoping to get somewhere. We're not working towards a higher reality. We're not waiting for God.

We're not waiting for an end. ( Read more... )

When you're by yourself and you're hearing some great guitar solo, do you pretend that you're playing it? Just get all intense and pretend that you're Slash? Come on, admit it. Of course, you don't do it in front of people, if you do they'll roll their eyes and go, "O-kaaaaaaaaay". You know, with that tone of late adolescent sarcasm. And you ( Read more... )

These days I feel like a King.

Shit grades, procrastination, administrative problems, finances, post-LU worries, crippling senioritis, social mishaps, the usual series of failures, it's all there. And yet...

Nothing stops me from feeling like a fucking King.

Anyone else with a bad case of senioritis? I need a support group.