Once again i return to my philosophical pondering. And again it is close to Halloween. Strange that it has been almost a year since last entry. But since i've been slumbering in my chamber hidden far away from sight of others, it doesn't feel so long.
But now as i have risen back on my throne, chaos has swept lands with vile chill...
1. Im talking about sex drive.
When i rose back in my throne of hate and dry tears. I began action immediately.
I packed up my pickup lines, my infernal charm and went down to towns. Puking, nausea, panick and disgust occurred. I looked at my creation and were pleased with it. So on seventh day i rested. I managed to cause somethings that i did not intend to though. I created underground cult, i began gang fight. Gang fight chapter went like this. I climbed on fountain and proudly confessed; "My ego is too big for myself alone! I need someone to bear it with me. So girls, form a line!" This awaked interest of one emo specimen, who claimed to possess bigger ego than me. It became battle of ego. Soon third side joined in battle. Goth. Emo verbally assaulted goth. Goth blocked it skillfully with icy attitude then he got bored and left me and emo kid fighting together. It was battle between rocker and emo. Persistent sides both. Battle raged on and ended. Leaving no winners but only questions.
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