Monthly Archives: March 2015

April Troll’s Day


“It’s not April Fool’s Day yet.”

That’s the best part isn’t it, world? What do you think this is, Australia?

Almost every day I walk across a bridge. On one side there is a bunch of water. On the other side there isn’t much water. Today, there was a random troll that threw some water from under the bridge at me. This is the second time now. Ghosts from the past. Why? Since when did my name become Pac-Man? I was just trying to eat my meal and these ghosts spawn randomly to chase me. What are the chances?

I always take the chance to double check so I sneaked a glance. Bad idea. They were still sitting there and we made eye contact again. G_G.
I played it cool and finished and then left but then I felt bad. So I went back this time to talk to them but they were gone. So troll.



“There is no such thing as accident; it is fate misnamed.”

To think I used to accept things as fate.. Good or bad outcomes. Planned or unplanned for. I thought, “That’s just how it is. I couldn’t change things anyways. Why bother? If things are meant to be, then they’ll happen.” Or I would just adapt to the situation. Flexibility is something I’ve always valued.

But yeah. Try to force-feed me fate now. You’ll have to clean up the vomit. I’m only eating what I think tastes good.

“I can no longer obey; I have tasted command, and I cannot give it up.”

Let the rebellion rise. I will squash any riots.



“Imagination rules the world.”

Every rule must be measured by the ruler. How long or short will they remain king?
Any rule outside of your imagination is to be respected and followed so that you may learn. Once imagination is conceived however, all bets are off. He will inherit his rightful crown.



“The truest wisdom is a resolute determination.”

Pierce through the fog and do not hesitate because it’s cloudy. You caught a glimpse of what you were looking for. Don’t let the misty air distract your senses. It will dissolve as you resolve.

Round 2


Hello World.

It’s me again.



To anyone I consider a friend – be advised: do not be confused by the context, this is not applicable. To anyone else – these are my emotions communicated through text. None of this is meant to be understood properly in the right context either way so tread with caution.

“The strong man is the one who is able to intercept at will the communication between the senses and the mind.”

How do you love the people who persecute you? The people who greet you with a kiss as they hold a blueprint for your destruction hidden behind their back? The people who think you are unaware of their malicious, poisonous plans for you? The people who think you are powerless?

Please, don’t fuck with me. I am not meek or weak though I may appear to be. I am certainly no people pleaser nor someone who tries to keep the peace even if that is the case. I am a general who has already devised not just a plan, but multiple upon multiple for your destruction. I saw your army coming from a league away. And yet I hold myself captive. I’m letting you march into my camp and capture me. I will not resist. I will not fight. But please, please, please. Let me teach you something. You don’t mess with people you don’t know. You never know who might be crazy. And even worse, what would happen if you messed with someone who was born and raised in war: to the point where they are able to control all the crazy and chaos you can possibly conceive is present on a battlefield – plus your wildest imagination more?

Every fiber of my being cries out for punishment, for judgement. It’s a simple flip of a switch. And yes, I will destroy my enemies. One day I will learn to use that forbidden technique that someone utterly ruined me with. The method of massacre. The power to purge their existence. It’s called love. A pure love will infect you and rot you to your core as fast as a malignant cancer. No team of doctors and surgeons will be able to treat it. No immune system will be able to resist. No amount of research in a lab can produce an antidote. This will be the fate of all enemies.

Just don’t though. You don’t even know the amount of strength I’m using to hold back.

Take Two


I think I finally found an efficient way where I can get away with not giving a damn about how my hair behaves. And it seems to be decent/presentable based on the lack of comments from people. Thanks friend.

four letters


“The best thing about the future is that it comes one day at a time.”

Day by day. Week by week. I feel like people are always looking forward to the end of the day. Or looking forward to the weekend. Or looking forward to “Insert future date here“. As if they will suddenly enjoy the future. This isn’t a bad thing. The future does hold hope. But you will never experience the fruition of that hope living like that. It is temporary. It will pass. It will fade. It will be blown away like a wisp of air. You think you’re grasping happiness and joy when that day comes. And then it flees from you. H. O. P. E. I get that. I have that. What am I not getting? What do I need to have? What do I need to learn?

Dear Will,

    1. Hope is good. But there will come a day when something greater replaces it. And on that day, if hope is all that gave you happiness and joy then something is wrong. And you know that. So start living like it.
    2. You wonder why power is not given to you. The power to accomplish your hopes. You don’t understand the point of hope. You don’t understand what is greater. You don’t understand what will endure.



n Decisions


“The torment of precautions often exceeds the dangers to be avoided. It is sometimes better to abandon one’s self to destiny.”


“Nothing is more difficult, and therefore more precious, than to be able to decide.”

For n decisions, where n is a large number: remove your indecisions. You already calculated them; you’re in the decisions already. It’s time to make incisions and cut away your worries and fears.



“Courage is like love; it must have hope for nourishment.”

You are all three. People are unable to provide me with what I need. And I am incapable of providing other people with what they need either. I crave the recognition that only you can supply. Yet I turn to these lesser things. I am starving.

“An army marches on its stomach.”

You have served me healthy food to eat and yet I try to hunt for it myself in a barren forest.
You have set before me clean water to drink and yet I lap my tongue at the desert sands.
You have given me royal clothes to put on my back and yet I try to wash my dirty rags with sewer water.
You have built a heavenly house for shelter and yet I gamble within a den of thieves.

You have given up your infallible crown for a starving beggar and yet he strives to win bronze medals for himself.

You provided me with the precious opportunities I so desired and yet I squandered them like a fool and treated them like trash. And now I feel lost and starving.