It is melancholy to think how enslaved we as a society have become to the contrived laws of hipness and swagger. It is no longer acceptable to crave education. It is suddenly h’omos’exual to betray the laws of mental ineptness. How to live without getting shot is of more profound importance than how to better one’s life. Expressing one’s feelings is now an offense punishable by relentless silent ridicule and inevitable banishment from the Garden of Inanity. And now, it is only good to parade vanity, while it is only bad to lack gregariousness. Naturally, this is not universal truth; but observe for long enough the same disease, and it will inevitably pass into truth. Or so it would seem as the number of pure souls who venture into the darkness of vicious lies and deceived constitutions exponentially multiply. But I am convinced that right is relative only to the frame in which it is witnessed; indeed, “good and bad are but names very readily transferable to that or this; the only right is what is after [one’s] constitution, the only wrong what is against it.” It is what one feels; honestly, exactly, and genuinely; to be correct—nothing else. And anything that betrays what is conceived to be correct, regardless of whether or not the entire world stands on the other side, is indiscriminate ignorance and absolute incorrectness. read more

Mipsacri

Mipsacri, the assassin of merciless exasperation
Flaunts her awkward vanity—dour exacerbation
Consequencing from a bloody leaf and a tainted white glove.

She kills without compassion;
Helpless green mushrooms all fall in similar fashion,
Their withered remains vindicate her heart void of love.

Henesys weeps for her fallen children:
Her helpless Magicians, her forsaken bowmen.
Mipsacri betrays innocence with falling stars from above. read more

I think this applies to most of the “writers” here. Pretty good for “Toothpaste For Dinner.” They are pretty hit or miss; and in this case, it hits.

Grendal Pt. II

Laboured, two months pass, climaxed with compliments of broken promises and tarnished hope. My observations yielded no vindication for the drunken babble of happy times, nor for the prudence of rain and fair weather maker’s rituals. My disappointment radiates with deep vex and exasperation. I now find, finally and absolutely, these men to be as ignorant as the ones that share my watery hell.
And so I shall show them the errors of their ways. I shall share with them the pains of this world, the pains that I, myself, feel. I shall make perfectly clear the pain that the worship of a handful of dust manifests. I find no prudence in the ideas that they worship; and thus, I will put an end to the grotesque nature of these humans. I will kill them all. Only then will they realize the pain of this world. Only then will they understand this world. read more

I am bored during my third period class.

<i>This Chimera Unknown</i>

Life changing into a momentary chimera unknown,
Decorated by the presence of alcoholic moans,
Muffled in the distance—
Just four blocks away from home.

This chimera is strange;
It’s a walk in the snow.
And with white that is so curing
I am no longer alone.

But accompanying my presence is a girl I barely know.
Only recently have we met.
Hardly does it show,
But there she is in this chimera unknown. read more

So Indigo was nice enough to draw me! Although she did not like the way it turned out, I think she did a pretty good job. She is still going to finish some things up, but if you want to see her latest version, check my myspace (I am sorry I do not know how to send a dirrect link; It is my default picture, however).

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