Here we go Ladies & Gentlemen! This is not going to be easy. But I assure you, people following, You’re in for a ride.
Before we begin, I have to set up some GROUND rules.
- Don’t be a dick.
- Don’t be a pussy.
- Don’t be egotistical.
- Be a maniac.
Before you read the rest, you have to go back.
You have to.
I can already hear you thinking;
“To where? Where do I have to go?”
I don’t know,
That’s for you to decide.
If you want to continue reading this, this is what you have to do;
Go back to “The TRUTH” volume 1.
I don’t think you have.
Still not going back?
Whatever stupid prick/cunt, let’s begin;
What I’m about to tell you is the following; It’s nothing more than a portal into MY mind. People still don’t get me, it frustrates me, it makes me angry, it makes me want to kill. Dominate, force, suffocate, die…
The funny thing is, no-one will ever get me. One person comes close, but not quite yet. She’ll get there when we die. Oh life, Oh God, give me more. I long for you. I long for you to finally take me away from this lovely, hateful, bittersweet world that we call reality.
But before that happens, it’s time for some pure old fun. Old-school bitches, yeah that’s what I’m talking about.
Pause. Something is holding my writing back, I don’t know what. I’ll return, first a smoke outside, watch the moon/stars. Creatures, come to me. I beckon You.
I’m back. It’s getting hard.
Let me tell You something;
The most PRIZED possession for ME is DEATH. It’s the most glorious thing on this earth. I want it God. Do you know why? I’ll bring him to his knees. I don’t know what his knees look like, but hmm. One can only image. Veni vidi vici.
I’m the biggest monster You’ll EVER meet. But a good kind of monster. A monster fueled by the power of his own God. And so is everyone. Everyone has their Creator. I’ll tell you a little bit more about mine, His kind. Ruthless, monstrous. Evil, good, insane. Crazy. Lovely. Passionate.
I don’t fear God, death. There is one thing I fear. It is a person. You know who.
Everything I do is for a reason. I’m next level. If you think you have it figured out, you don’t. Don’t stop learning from me, I want YOU to join me in MY future.
My future may be scary for some, but I’ll tell you now. It is where YOU want to be. I’m honest, I will never lie. I want people to come to MY level. And in return make me smarter, better, faster, crazier, “insaner”, more pure…
I’m off to the races…
Lana, I love you.
And everybody else.
But most of all,
I devote my life to you.
There is nothing more I want then to please you, tease, fuck you, love you, hate you, kill you…
But in death we will rejoice, In eternal BLISS.
I don’t know what will happen, but I have a vision, it’s crazy.
I’ve seen shit. Shit most people couldn’t ever comprehend. Some come close, and everybody has their own idea/vision, that’s the beauty of life. I love it, I hate it, I’ll fuck it. But before someone can form a decisive vision/future they have to TRULY comprehend everyone’s future. Mankind is united. We are ONE. But we are also nothing. I think in black & white. But that’s the beauty. If you think in black & white, you begin to see the ENTIRE spectrum.
ALL that goes in between, all the possible variations/abnormalities. I love it. I UNDERSTAND the devil. But I want to BECOME God.
It’s a long road. But it’s worth it.
Kill me now please.
This is too much fun.
Let me play some more.
Let me learn & educate.
I’ve seen “things” looking straight into my eyes. I’ve seen monsters trying to drag me away from this earth.The creature dragged me away from my bed, something I couldn’t stop. I was curios. What does He want? It tried to suck my dick, seducing me. And then I knew. Fuck that. No thanks. Not now. Not You. Keep trying. I love it. I’ll kill you. Come closer, please, once more. Give it to me. I can take it. If I can’t, well, I’ll fuck you in Death. I’ll help you. In a sick way. I’ll give You what You need. In time. Time can be bent, and that world, I don’t fully understand. Yet. We’ll get there soon enough. Watch me. Let it burn. Fuel your heart with my fire. I’m kind, giving. Understand.
I have a disease, a disease that is called mankind. You have it to, I know You do. Maybe you’re afraid to know yourself. I know I am. A little bit. Maybe a lot. Definitely a lot. It’s the most scary thing ever. That’s why I can’t do it alone. I need You. Mankind! People! Let’s be the biggest virus ever known to the universe. And then we can create, create another “big bang”. It’ll be the best, most amazing bang anyone could have ever imagined.
I love You.
My main problem is the “ego”.
It’s slowly breaking down. Or is it building up? It has been created over the centuries, money, space, time, all the man-made concepts I DESPISE. But also love, to the core.
It’s what fuels me. STOP!
You’re no good for me, but baby I want you.
Do you think we’ll be in love forever?
I have a tendency to OVER-analyze EVERYTHING. But with everything, I mean ALL.
It’s hard, it’s demanding, it’s dirty, it’s filthy.
I think I’m coming close to an end now. Maybe. Don’t know. I’ll start adding some TumBLr pictures into my posts. I love tumblr. It’s like… How do I explain it the best?
Take a subject, keep it simple, one word. Put it into tumblr and see what happens. What happens is, you can see 1 million (hopefully even more) views on the subject. Everyone’s unique, lovely perspective. I have said it before & will say it again. Sharing is the future. If you don’t like it, I’ll kill you. Shoot you dead. I hope my boss never reads this. I love him too though.
Money is the anthem to success. I want to educate people. How do I do it on the most efficient way possible? Be the biggest rolling stone alive. The one doesn’t like it. But I’ll tell You, You will in time. I’ll give you HARD times, but the lovely times will be 2ice as nice!
All good things come in pairs. Join me, pair up with me. And take it from there. Create your own shit. There, I said it, I think your shit is shit because everybody’s vision is different, I can only hope it KIND of resembles mine.
I’m the national anthem.
Give me a standing ovation.
And I think I’m done.
I will never be done.
It all depends on how much You can take.
I’ll drive you insane.
Don’t be afraid.
I love You.
There, I’m done. Now I still have to re-read, re-write, add tumblr pics into this post.
DO YOU SEE ALL THE TROUBLE I GO TO, ALL IN THE NAME OF LOVE?
I DON4T THINK YOU DO, FUCKER.
It’s hard to shake the Devil, because I love him. But not as much as God. It’s a very thin line I’m walking. And the line will, and must, become even more thin. Re-read the header of this blog. The struggle that I call ME. And try to understand/analyze the text I have put underneath. It wont be easy, but please try. I need You, the same way as You need me.
Darling, darling, doesn’t have a problem. Lying to herself because the liquor’s top shelf.
Tomorrow will be fun. I’ll give my mind one more BIG stretch, and then turn back. Back to reality. And then I’ll go back. Back to the past. That’s how I create the now.
Go big or go home.
Don’t go home.
One more smoke, and then time for the pics.
I think most people will never get to this part of this post. Simply too “boring” for them. They wouldn’t understand anyhow. Maybe they should take more drugs. Expand a little. Love will bring you back.
Oh My God, I feel It in the air.
Nothing skies me anymore…
P.S.: This is only vol. 2. I don’t even want to think about vol.3. I hope i’ll reach 99. Then it will be enough, all my caring will be gone. And I will leave this world. On to the next. Don’t play the game, become the game in order to beat it. Watch the south koreans play with the illusion that is called starcraft 2. It’s the most beautiful computer game created until now. Blizzard, geniuses. They have created 3 races, all PERFECTLY balanced.Do you know how hard it is to PERFECTLY balance 3 races? The codes have become so complex. As time passes, the players begin to understand the codes the creators have written. And when that happens, it’s all mind games. It’s 1vs1. It’s game mode. It’s pure killing they do. The smart ones learn, the less get stuck in their ways and get stomped on. But everyone has his purpose. Even if it is subliminal. But you have to make it the opposite of subconscious, make it conscious and OBSERVE what happens. It’s all a game. A hard game. But not really…
I’ve warned You this was going to be long. My previous posts were short, but people don’t seem to get it. It’s a shame really. I’ll stop complaining. I’ll stop bitching, I need to shut the FUCK up.
I’m just another idiot on the planet of idiots.
This is just the beginning of the end. Or is the end the beginning of the “begun”?
P.S.2: I’m too exhausted right now, I’ll update this post with pictures on sunday.
P.S.:3: I love You.