Diary Entry 4000: I saw the news today, oh boy.

Ah it is that time again, when the winds blow less frigidly and the air is slightly more comforting. And when skirts are disgustingly short and teenage girls where clothing fit for the barbie dolls they SHOULD be playing with instead of having grossly underage sexual relations, increasing the annual siphylus growth spurt of 902 percent.

Ah, spring is in the air.

There is something inherently depressing about springtime. It is the time in which academia turns into summer job, in which brilliantly vibrant discussions of transcendental philosophies turns to "can I take your order?"

In short, it is the time of crashing down into the 'real world'.

But not this time! I have opportunities to escape the real world, albeit little by little. I have opportunities to put my work unto the stage... I have opportunities to put my work to publishing companies and in short... I have opportunities to still live in the transcendental realm of 'pure' ideas.

Take that, 'real' world. Never liked you OR your coffee anyway. I'm sticking to vampires and boogeymen.

With My Mind

Bringing this

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I forget what the words were the words, those arcane, forgotten words that would conjure up the greatest of the gods to bring about the end the beginning the neverending...

The revolution is upon me, the revolution has sunk its dire teeth into my flesh and I can feel it press upon me, making my heart beat just a moment faster than previously I am a sick dying bleeding fellow that can feel the surroundings the pathos the destruction of everything and nothing and I can feel it within my breath/breast

i am nothing that was never nothing that is always nothing that will always be everything and nothing, that great contradiction of terms.

He approached her with cold fingers, his eyes fixed upon her gaze, fixed with the deadly stare of the focused, and he approached her

ringamarole shame peasants i can break i can you will see

Taking another step forward, he could feel her breath against his, could feel the gentle press of his chest against hers and he was certain that there was a moment's hesitation in her eyes, that she maybe did not could not would not

I am breaking down i can't hear you I am finding a way i can't see you where have you gone I am right here i don't believe we have met, do i know you?

There is a language within a language, a subroutine, that captures the essences of dead and dying and living and breathing deception of bringing the dead back to life I can have power over everything for i am god i am you, you are all my puppet, this life is my puppetry, and only i have my fingers wrapped around the strings for everything that is meant to be is meant to be is

ring around the rosy pocket full of posy

I once was a rabbit, a tiny unthreatening rabbit, but then I chewed on the support strings and it all came tumbling down, falling down, crashing down..

the support strings are snapped, the sky is falling unto our backs and we can feel the ever-present pressure of gravity pushing our heels into the ground and this is hell we are hell you are hell but i am heaven, you are heaven, we are heaven...

It is said that the Marquis de Sade beat a hooker breaking the skin and then took ointment upon her. The theory goes that he beat the hooker to test the immediate reaction his ointment would have upon her bloody flesh. Oh the cruelty of science! Oh the cruelty of equality! That I was born with the same face as my previous birth, that I could tear down the borders, that I could splice the gene into a million tiny telomeres and regenerate life everlasting.

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did i say that or was it just a dream? I remember once, I he approached her with a handful of roses and she turned to them with her hands embracing the thorns and said,

i have revolutionized the concept of thorns,

and then I pressed them upon my forehead, and all the underlings announced my kingdom.

This is necessary.