Friday, 09 December 2011

• Roll with it, mother fucker!

  Life's been dramatic.  Work has been neglected.  Girl problems.  Lost hope.  Feeling secluded.  Learned how hard I can express feelings- and was glad that no one else was there at the time.  Realized how much I value trust- too bad.  Right?  Remembered that the most valuable parts of a person can't be shared.  Does the Internet care about any of that?  Nnnnnnnnnope!

  Things certainly aren't back to normal, but I am back on track- just in time for winter break, too.  I've been feeling physically lazy, so I practically doubled all of the weight I've been lifting.  You know.  Why not?  Started working on some dark core breaks, or gabber step, or what ever you want to call it.  It's fuckin awesome, and if you think I'm being arrogant, it's still tons of fun to make.  Scorpyd and Predaking have finished their long awaited Terminate/Destroy EP.  I released it today.  You can dig in to that here.

  I crave the presence of other people all of the time lately.  I haven't felt this way since I was working retail three years ago.  I hope it's just a phase; people are gross.  I guess I should get back in to raving.  Need to fix car.  Got my first check from Amazon for what I've published on Kindle.  It was for more than just the purchases made by people I told about it.  Haven't even marketed those works yet.  Can't imagine who found them; can't imagine why they sent me a check in stead of direct deposit like my account preferences specify.  What I really need is more of that: selling shit.  Money.  I hopefully will edit my new book over break so I can start a marketing campaign.  Tired of waiting.  Tired of being in between.  Accelerate to dominate.  Flexibility and freedom.  Wish I had more time to pay attention to our collapsing political and economic state.  Feel kind of small for not getting involved.  Too much deception and ignorance on both sides, though.  May be Ron Paul will fix it for me.  That'd be nice: sit back, relax, the world changes in my favor on its own.  That might be the answer to all of my problems: servants.  Servants can spread the truth for me, fly me around the world, market my projects for me, edit literature for me, manage my accounts for me, fix my car, throw the bestest gabber raves, and prevent gross people from approaching me.  I believe that I will need exactly two thousand, five hundred seventeen servants.  Enlist today.  Starting pay: awesome (there is no imbursement; the compensation is being allowed to exist within my awesome presence).

   

  The words below are an update to part of my outlook on life.  I am immortalizing them in song and blog.

  'Making mistakes is a great way to learn, but some mistakes cost more than one can afford.

  Experience is a proven road to evidence, but some times speculation paints a clearer picture.
  
  Romanticism is action.

  Knowledge is observation.

  Balance is direction.

  Honor is foundation.

  Arbitrary codes of morality and prolonged sacrifice of basic values belong to the realm of romanticism; honor is truth.'

   

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