Micolus the Colossus

Just lead me, piper, just fucking lead me to the forests echoing with laughter.

anyone

GOD!

lead me, allow me to follow

i don't want to think anymore...I want to sleep


Goodnight


fuck

1. Organized human battles are condemned.
Although it is our belief that fighting is a very natural way in resolving several types of issues, we do not condone the owning of man for the purpose of carrying out the dirty work of the hierarchs. If one needs violence as a means to spread his word, one must face battle himself accompanied only by those, whom willingly succumb to the ideas of their comrade. Battelling of any kind is only accepted if both parties agree on forehand that the fighting shall take place and under which circumstances it will be carried out.

2. Owning is condemned.
The concept of "owning" is hereby to be abolished. We do not own, we borrow. And the world shall remain in a vital state after our passing away.

3. Science, be gone.
Thus far, tampering with the laws that support this world has brought us nothing but pain. Although we are an extremely advanced species with the possibilities of divine likes, we are perpetually unhappy and sad. We should forget our science and what we will know is the knowledge of survival, the rest will be created by ourselves. The world will be a better place if every individual creates his own science, and his own universe.



thats how far i've gotten today...actually 90% of that is bullcrap and i don't belive in it...but i want to believe in it..hmm

anyway its just random jibberish, didn't think any of it through so if you find hypocrisy or somethin like that in the text..dont be surprised

It doesn't matter whatever profession you chose, for anything non-criminal supports an unjust system.
That is not to say, however, that criminality is virtuos. For criminality is what we built our system on. Our very flesh depends on these moral "criminals". A system of laws were created by these animals to protect themselves and to give them the right to incarcerate whoever they wished. But the criminals of this day however, those condemned by the law, they can make a difference. Sadly, they are of the same flesh and blood as the politicians just clad differently. It's only the animals that turn into criminals in the first place, therefore revolutions are useless.


viva la death

Well it's settled... I couldn't care less..

Well that's not true, I mean I have to care at least a little bit to write what I just wrote.. on the other hand I may have written it just to inform you that I don't care anymore...

Although, I think not...

I could probably care less...a lot less...I just wrote that i couldn't care less to, though a vain attempt, deceive myself that I do not care...


Truth of the matter though is..I do care...alot...

I do think that white Toblerone surpasses the brown one...I do

- Look up!

As always the ecstacy of hapiness only lasts for so long and bitter hatred replaces it. As always the predicted joys of the future proves futile and dissatisfying. As always nostalgia pops up several days later, convincing you that you had a good time even though you suffered. Hope. The ultimate enemy of the human psyche.

- Look down!

Hope...It is so sad that we constantly seek these goals and that we're never able to settle down. Our frames of reference constantly change and so we are obsessed with power and materialism. That's why I think people were less troubled before, they were burdened by heavy labour and so they could not think, wish or dream. They were completely numb. That's not to say that they were happy, they were just too stupid to matter.

- Look out!

When we think, we wish. When we wish we hope. Therefore a stupid population would be a happy population. And that's basically what's happening. We're filled up with all of these gadgets and machines to make our lives easier, for it is when we are troubled that we think. It is when we are outcasts that we hate the mass. As always we all have our personal agenda.

-Look around!

But then, if we are stupid and numb, what does our happiness matter? It is but the emancipated who understands the reality of happiness. They understand its blissful state. Yet they are the ones unable to feel it. Do you see the paradox?

-Look up up up up up, look dooown!

And that is why ignorance is bliss. For if you are ignorant of the true meaning behind this quote, you are one of the happy ones. And if you do understand its very core, then you are doomed.

- There's a crazy world outside, we're not about to loose our pride!





YES- It Can Happen

alone

but happy

by the computer

awaiting the arrival of severals

embrace me

numb me


the green manalishi with the two pronged crown

your day has come

Oh vivid, valerous Valentine's day. Good day to you.

Mother's day, father's day, children's day, christmas and the list goes on forever did not seem to satisfy he ever so hungry business men of this world. So of course they decided, as so many times before, to take another beloved thing and rape it violently while pouring molten semen into it's throat. This time they went with love. Of course! how did we not see the possibilities to exploit.

Now, I have two problems about this god-forsaken abomination of a holiday.
Number one: That it's a corporate holiday made for moneymaking
Number two: THAT NO ONE CAN SHUT THE HELL UP ABOUT IT.(I know, I'm feeding the troll by writing this)

Seriously! This hell's day grants inferior stupid people the illusion of love causing them to even more confuse all their physical relations with love as well as causing them to say atrocious things such as: "I will never leave you" or " I will love you til' the end". GOD I HATE YOU !

I Fucking despise the cynic singles during this day. They cannot shut up about how horrible this holiday is and blah blah blah. Hey I got a fucking suggestion for you: Kill yourself and your fucking family, you'll be doing the world and yourself a huge favour.

cynic single: Oh noes me so sad, me no have booty to hump and me no induced by feelings of perpetual love

me:HEY! I got news for you, mister. Go fuck yourself, love doesn't fucking exist!


Fucking wake up people!

people: oh now he's saying all those """controversial""" things again. Hah! he'll understand when he finds his true love, he'll see that he was misguided by rage and jealousy.


me: OH YEAH, THAT'S WHAT YOU FUCKING SAID ABOUT GROWING UP AS WELL. I SEE THEM ALL AROUND ME, GROWN UP AND NUMBED. BUT I'M STILL ALIVE, I MADE IT THUS FAR


and I'm not fucking stupid, of course I have experienced those feelings people call love. And so I know how you could see yourself "in love" with someone. So then, if I've felt it, how come I don't believe in love? well, it's simple, love is unselfish, we are not. Love is something to be strived for and awed but nothing that could possibly exist...


So from now on I declare the February 14 a dead day, along with December 24, December 31, and the list goes on

Thank you, society...thank you for killing yet another day.

Valentine....I fucking hate you, there, I said it, how does that make you feel feel you fucking bitch.


adieu - February 14th: Hate-day

Trinity

Three men walked freely under the sun

All of them knowing what had to be done

One bright, one red, one dark as the night

All succumbed to the sun's fiery might

So they walked, united as one

Under the light with nowhere to run

First walked the Bright, smiling and gay

To him even the darkest of nights seemed day

He would walk without the slightest care

The wind blowing freely in his bright golden hair

Then walked the man who was clad red as fire

Burning deeply with untamed desire

His horns were sharp and his smile intense

His body and shadow, fiercly immense

Yet underneath he was so hollow

And any sign of lust he would follow

At last the silent darkness appeared

He, whom all the blind had feared

He would warn them of the dangers ahead

Don't let go, don't plunge in, he said

Though dark, and perpetually sad

He was the sole member, not utterly mad

Alas, the sun would set and the night would rise

The three men awoken, no longer hypnotized

The first man walking as determined as before

Though the second man, letting out a tremendous roar

And the third man merged with the black of the night

Silently pleased with the death of the light

Three men walked rigidly under the moon

Not knowing if all would end anytime soon

All of them dark, except in the mind

Faith, watching proudly from behind

So they walked, divided in three

Doors all around, doors they did not see

And when the end of the road was near

A bright servant of the moon appeared

Eternal beauty tempting them all

Though the two first were the only ones to fall

For its beauty did not affect the third;

He was wiser than the bleating herd

Since only the third man showed dissent

The journey continiued as it was meant

Succumbed to the moon, tamed by the night

Three small birds, blind to the light

N3o!


Wall of sins

Inside a fortress of steel and stone
Of concrete matter, a windowless home
He sat there listening to them cheer
Not man nor sin could overcome this fear

Inside his fortress he whimpered and whined
As a key was brought forth by faith, oh so kind
He sent word and unlocked the walls of his home
He rushed out with several sins to atone

He was greeted kindly by them all
They would not ever see him fall
His needle treated him with love
As it stabbed the benevolent messenger dove

The people danced in his high
Not knowing that his end was nigh
He leads, they follow
In this extacy of ever so hollow

So stupid and yet so perpetually glad
Unable to identify those who were sad
Death is immortal, they say
Yet they live on to the next day

Dancing, drinking being content
His soul, unable to show its discontempt
Exhausted from perpetual joy
He remembered he was just a mere boy
He gently fell asleep
As new seeds were lain for him to reap

He woke up in cellar like room
And realised it was well past noon
He felt a craving to get out
He could not do more than twist and shout
The walls grew thick, the air grew thin
As death smiled its sinister grin

There's just got to be a fucking way...Im tired of this bullshit

I hate this blog piece of shit.

Give me a larger social network now

Let me slip out of consciousness just for some time

Just make me perpetually happy and perpetually stupid


fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck

We are all what we wish to be always but still

im going fucking crazy in this motherfucking cage

And it's not like it's enough with some sparks of freedom NO! I gotta get fucking addicted


shit, if he wont take me tonight then death will

Hero

The office had just been redecorated and smelled of new handmade furniture. William Sunderland sat behind his new beautiful desk, lighting his Cuban Cigar as the sunrays filled the room with light and warmth. He looked down and saw this week's edition of The Economic Times. With a tickling sensation of hope, he reached for the paper and turned to the pages covering the stock market. Success! His company's latest, brave, marketing had been a complete and total success. They were up two points. The stock had nearly doubled its worth during the last six months and it was all thanks to William, who assumed that, even though he had just been promoted, he would soon move up yet another notch in the hierarchy. A big smile appeared on the man's face showing his perfectly bleached teeth. With a small dance he concluded the celebration and decided to go home and take a nice long bath in his jacuzzi.

Little Mambutu Ningw'e was running. Finally, a glimpse of hope at the end of the dark, unloving tunnel. A way out of the eternal nightmare. He was running as fast as his legs could carry him to get to his home, the Luganda orphanage, as soon as possible. The beggars and prostitutes at the side of the road looked at him as if though they had never seen a happy child before, but then again, Mambutu thought, they probably never had. Mambutu began to fantisize about the reactions of his comrades in the orphanage when he would tell them of the Americans that had come and taken pictures of him. They had said that they were going to send the pictures to America and that the Amercians would donate money to their orphanage. He thought them a bit odd when they insisted that he should be covered in flies during the photo-shoot but 10 dollars was 10 dollars.

William opened the big wooden door to his huge office and stepped out. He took one last glance at his beautifully carved desk and at the ivory pencil holder that he had got from one of his countless visits abroad.  The secretary, a young blonde woman, recieved a small smack on her buttocks before William left the company headquarters. Mr Sunderland proceeded to the V.I.P parking lot and sat down in his brand new Mercedes-Benz prototype and drove the two miles to his four-story villa. As he entered through the mansion's main door he saw something lying on the floor. A brochure covered with small starving, it seemed, negroes. Normally Mr Sunderland would never interfere with such things but he was in a good mood today. He picked it up and read it.

Three older boys were standing a couple of yards ahead of him. Despite Mambutu's desperate attempts to hide the 10-dollar bill, they were staring at him with hunger in their eyes. The sort of hunger you see in a starving dog's eyes just before feeding time. They walked towards him with small steps. Mambutu tried to run, but they were faster.

William decided that he could pay the monthly donation of five dollars to save the god forsaken people in Angola. He felt as though his life had found meaning. To think that William, a mere business executive could affect the lives of those in need. He was proud.

Mambutu Ningw'e was lying in a pool of his own blood and the flies had begun their feasting.

'I am a hero', Will thought to himself.

Three days later the maid threw away the signed brochure which had never been posted.

Everyone is what they are except those who wish to be a rising star