Micolus the Colossus

[I apologize for any spelling error, but I don't wanna go through all that again]

Hi, i'm bored and filled to the brim with worthless thoughts about ideologies and whatnow, so I thought I'd share my analysis with the world, in order for someone to challenge my thoghts further

might sound pretentious... I don't really care

 

 

 

Socialist propaganda, but not really...

 

It is election time in Sweden and as always, it brings forth the political idealist within me. I wander the streets, contemplating morals, ideals and laws.; concepts, which have echoed through the ears of mankind, rich and poor alike, ever since our species found ways to settle down in large tribes, creating our civilization. Civilization; a hive of human beings, that manage, through extreme altruism (via egoism), collaborate with one another creating a society, wherein one man may attain the knowledge of a thousand different minds, while enjoying the labor of a thousand others. All this, through our collective thinking; through our huge mass of gathered data which flows through each and every branch of our mighty world. We form collective morals and collective ideas, based on our collective knowledge. But even if there is an extreme amount of accessible information nowadays, it is still impossible for one person to grasp it all, and so diversity emerges. Diversity in how we should proceed in order to reach utopia. These ideas, however, are all based on our genetical and societal morals, which are all practically identical in each and every member of our planet.

As I said, the election is drawing nearer, and the political parties of our country commence their fighting for the right to rule the people. Everywhere posters pop up, to take our eyes off of the beautiful landscape and draw our attention to their enthusiastic and somewhat aggressive propaganda. The right wing parties will, as always, steal the left's slogans, calling themselves "worker's parties", as a result of the right's legitimate fear of people knowing their true agendas (so afraid, and so much in denial, that even they themselves won't believe the reality behind their own political views). And the left, as always, scream out their emotional and fanatic propaganda, never really suggesting anything concrete, only fulfilling the moral harmony within themselves.

When deciding what party one should vote for, or even if one should vote at all, one must first and foremost look to the two main political ideologies: Left or right. (And by right, I do not mean the conservatives of old, but rather the neo-capitalists of our modern era)

The leftist view on the world, simply put, is a slow and steady rise in all of mankind. It is a society wherein all are equal, both economically and socially, and where our moral and philosophical outlook is identical. I.e., the left propagates a world, where the collective mass is to be treated as one individual. Our species become one and we all follow the will of the whole.

The right wing way to look at things, however, is that instead of working with each other as one, we should battle each other in order to extract the greatest individuals of our race. It is an uneven and unjust world, but it is, nevertheless, the world we all were part of just a few thousand years ago (And its ways are still imprinted in our minds). The right wing world is against laws that benefit or protect the weak, and the only moral is: collective welfare through every individual’s need to achieve.

The difference between these utopias, are similar to the difference between a single human being and an innumerable mass of individual cells.

Now, getting back to the upcoming election, we have right wing parties, which are in reality anarcho-capitalistic. Anarcho-capitalism is a pyramidical system, in which power and welfare rule mankind, and where the forces of evolution pull the strings. There are no laws in an anarcho-capitalistic society, at least no laws that put equally strong moral chains on everyone. For example, the laws that exist within such a society are created by the social elite, to benefit the social elite. For what are laws, if not a manifestation of morals? Morals, which are forced upon you by someone who does not share his view with the rest of the world. See, a law is only needed if there is moral diversion in a society, which means that a society with collective moral values would not have the need for any laws. And this makes giving the right to set laws to the social elite, very dangerous for the commons, for we all know that the moral of the successful differs very strongly from those at the bottom. I.e. the legal system is the anarcho-capitalist technique for creating complete and utter obedience to the social elite.

Our leftist parties, however, are, despite their fanatical enthusiasm, not nearly as successful in making their vision reality as the right wing parties are. The socialists are only able to bring you economical equality, not social, which is the exact reason as to why I am in favor of them winning the election. I am an individualist, and I loathe the thought of being confined into a large blob of mere existence, and even though that is the finish line of the Marxist utopia, we cannot achieve that through mere political change. The only way we're ever going to reach such a state, is if the very fabric of our minds are altered. The utopia of the human hive, is the most evolutionary beneficial, but we humans are too aware of ourselves in order for us to change our perspectives that much. So, for the time being, being a socialist will give you economical equality, at best. The social state will still be as unjust as it is today, meaning that some people are doomed to become social pariahs while others are renowned and loved. But I suppose one might wonder what the point is, and I shall gladly enlighten that certain someone. See, economical equality creates freedom; if everyone has the same income and the same economical situation, then one's performance in life gains an even higher importance. As it is now, some are born rich and wealthy, and some are born poor and without hope. The point where we start off is solely contingent upon the wealth and performances of our parents. I want a world, in which the amount we sacrifice, the amount we suffer, and the amount we perform, shall be the deciding factors of our place in the social hierarchy, not wealth.

Vote Red 2010

 

Yo, blog!

This is life, isn't it. This is what we all struggle for. To be free and uncontrolled. To be left to roam wherever one might wish. This is the fruit of our labour.

the only life we know

But it's a mere waste, isn't it. For in our freedom we create new problems, that need to be dealt with. New conflicts. New heartaches.

But it's nice in the beginning. Ascending that rift between labour and leisure.

Oh yes it feels good.

But now? What of life now? We are dying I suppose. Summer.. is dying.

And we can all look forward to another year in the abyss, just to feel that beautiful leap once more.

that tickling sensation



Perfection is temporary.


Stare at a beautiful picture long enough, and flaws will begin to appear.

RUSH

RUSH

RUSH


I don't normally do this, but fuck the NORM.. Here'äs a fucking song lyric and a youtube clip of a RUSH SONG

so fuck you






The night is black
Without a moon.
The air is thick and still.
The vigilantes gather on
The lonely torchlit hill.

Features distorted in the flickering light,
The faces are twisted and grotesque.
Silent and stern in the sweltering night,
The mob moves like demons possesed.
Quiet in conscience, calm in their right,
Confident their ways are best.

The righteous rise
With burning eyes
Of hatred and ill-will.
Madmen fed on fear and lies
To beat and burn and kill.

They say there are strangers who threaten us,
are immigrants and infidels.
They say there is strangeness too dangerous
In our theaters and bookstore shelves.
Those who know what's best for us
Must rise and save us from ourselves.

Quick to judge,
Quick to anger,
Slow to understand
Ignorance and prejudice
And fear walk hand in hand...

Eternal solitude

Side by side with a fire
A flaming fantasy
Scorching the cold steel
Upon which it thrived

A burning deity
A thousand suns
Failing to melt its metal womb

I search
Deep within the flames
With unharmed hands
To find the key
To unlock the door
To my mind

A stream of strange emotions
Swirl through the air
Strange
Yet so familliar

As the past echoes within
The eternal scream
The undying roar
Of the unborn fantasy
Lives on

Side by side with a fire
Without you
A lonely half
A mere fire between
Me
And my dreams

The flickering lights
Fade away
And darkness engulfs the room
As well as my mind




And by the way my peeps, I am out of my mind, so if this be a piece of shit, I dig it, mkay

can i KICK IT??

Departure -----------------------------      polar bears and cats

I walk alone
As always
Through the naked lands
Thoughts gather and die
Dreams dreamt
Then forgotten

Flickering lights dance around me
A soothing breeze
Whispering
My name
My crystal soul
Yet alone, I remain

I wander from light to light
From world to world
Hope guides me
Through the valley of doubt
Yet I wake up to another Now
To another past

Lost in disilussion
I find myself praying for the future
And so an angel appears
A virtuous smile in our house of greed
A silent tear within a drunken laugh
A Goddess amongst swine

In her motherly embrace
I feel nothing
I feel hollow
Empty
Satisfied

Time ceased to exist
Until one day
I felt her dying breath
Then she left
Forever

Deamons appear
To sing her voice
To paint her picture
To write her story

I curse you!

You should thank us
They say
We showed you the future

Yet my mind is in the past

True lies

The night
hollow and cold
Will soon be gone
Ahead lies a new tomorrow
A new paradise
A new truth

The night is forgotten
Erased
Replaced by dreams
Replaced by lies
And in soothing sleep
We finally lose ourselves

We open our eyes
Filled with hope and joy
Ready to learn of a new world
Not realizing
How blind we really are

We are met by a world of smiles
Ruled by a great light
Constantly pumping life into our new world
Our new morrow
Removing any evidence of our dark past
Until we are all convinced of its omnipotence
And that it is the only intrinsic truth

And so at last
When our God is one
And the darkness is gone
Our world of dreams dissolves
And we neglect our paradise
In the search for a new truth

The light tries to remind us
Of our grand and beautiful world
But all the while
Whispers from the east
Tell us of a new world
A new truth
In darkness

Hello World, this is Micolus reporting in from the last weeks of vagabond like fury, a great haze of magnificent colors dancing around one another like insects do around a lonely night lamp. Today is a day of reckoning. The last day of the season. The last day of soul’s summer. Today is the third of August. Now, what makes this day so special? The end of soul’s summer, what does that mean?

 

It means that this is the time of remembrance; this is the time of the declining hill. This is the time for the abyss, but also the optimism. See, now there’s nowhere to go but up. The horrid peak is gone.

Suffering has received a new meaning.

It is not turbulent or chaotic, it’s calm, almost in a soothing manner, and it is illumination.

 

A new year brings new possibilities.

The third day of August, the last day of the season.

The king of the seasons has come to reap its crops

 

“oooh, I’ve been DIRT… And I don’t care”

Past

I remember once when I was a child
I was lying in my cradle
My sleepy eyes gazing upon a newfound world
Curiously
Courageously

The world seemed a perfect place
A place of harmony
A place of growth
And so I traveled to see more
To learn

That was the first time that I saw the beast

I stared into its eyes
Into those horrible horrible eyes
I wanted to run
But my feet would not let me
I wanted to scream
But my voice could not let me
The will of the beast ruled all
And finally
It decided to walk away
In silence

It would return to me during the nights
To haunt me in my dreams
Always standing in the distance
Looking at me
As if it wanted to talk
And finally
It did

I saw it more frequently now
It would follow me around
It would whisper words in my ears
I would listen
I would obey
And finally
We became as one
United in our horror

I am old now
And weak
The beast has lost its interest
So have I
So I quietly go to bed
Quietly watching
The beast, standing quietly above me
Until finally
I fall asleep

The beast lies down beside me
To sleep
In silence

"The gift that she gave was given to be given away"

I have been away, traveling the world, watching the people, seen things grow and die and I am at peace.

Anyway so I currently work as the world's bitch, it seems. Fate is fucking me with all kinds of diseases and setbacks, I won't make a list now, but you may all solemnly pray for my health. Pray to the Gods of No Quarter.

Yesterday I went to a massive outdoors area and watched a couple of guys I know, play their first session live.

Their name is "Rododendrondalen", and they are insane.

Guys, trust me enough to know that I am not a licker of butts.

I was in psychedelic transe the whole time that they were playing, one hour to be exact. It was one of the best moments of my life and it hurts to even think about it. I cried a little. Holy goddamn.

I am going to film them, the next time they're on stage.




The king of the seasons, will give you the reasons to be

The king of the seasons, questions the reasons to see

I am the kiiing

the kiing

of the seeasons



I am doomed

adieu

I thought that maybe I had changed. I thought that MAYBE for once in my life, I was on the right path. But it turns out that everything is the same as it always was... the same monologues, the same headaches, the same worries

an immobile blob of putrid FUCKING shit.

I thought I was different, yet they treat me the same. All of them. Not even good enough for mother's milk, they said. Where will that take me now?

A new era will begin? No, the era will just continue

Just keep going in this insane fucking rut...

Slowly rotting away... thoughts gnawing on my brain

I need to cleanse myself of this POISON

disgusting

yet so wonderful

Yesterday. The day of yeast. The day of unfathomable unfathomability. The song remains the same, as do we. As do we.

 

Anyway, I've been thinking. I was sitting on a train scribbling some cartoony drawings ( I can't draw shit) all depicting some controversial stuff, and I thought to myself: Fuck the TipEx, man, fuck the rubber gum. Our first intentions are what matter, not some edited bullshit. We must follow our instincts, swim along the stream. Fuck correcting mistakes and who's to say that it’s a fucking mistake anyway? If something's written, chiseled if you will, into a paper, than why should one attempt to hide oneself? To delete a part of oneself. But it's what we do, isn't it. We correct mistakes, always. We hide ourselves. We only show them what we want to show them, keeping the real Self bottled up inside. Don't be honest, and we will never notice. Peter and the wolves. We will never know what are lies and what is truth, all we can do is act thereafter. And then lie, thereafter.

 

I have some work to do before it's done. A couple of setbacks have struck me. Either way, I'm hopeful. A new era, a new beginning, always brings with it hope and dreams, wherein lies the true joy.

 

adieu

Jurakian foces have bested me. I'm dead; dying; and from my remains a new dawn shall rise, a new tide will spring. But first, they must force in the final and fatal blow. Finish me off, already, you scum.

I wonder how it feels

I wonder if this world dissolves and all that I thought logical dissappears

I wonder if it will make me free

I wonder because I now that I will never experience it.

I am far too weak

She asked me today: What is the world? How do you feel about it right now?

I feel as though I'm sitting in a confined room, talking to a psychologist. A psychologist who has recently found out about some child hood trauma of mine, which I had blissfully forgotten. And it is as though she is plling out all these nasty horrible memories from the past and I shout that they are all lies and I try to escape down my blissful little box but THE WORLD just keeps haunting me, hunting me... Run

Adieu

What the fuck. Visions toying with me. Dreams mocking me, crowding me and beating me. Oh chrjst I must get the fuck out of here. Holy crap..

The same question regarding happiness and ignorance can be applied to time. Either we enjoy something so much that time literally starts flying, but the awesome moment passes quickly. Or the long and extended time, in which you think and usffer. Either you have all time in the world, but you live FOR the clock, or you have no time, but you enjoy the milimoment that you get.

Both are as pathetic, both are as rel.

I'm a shiny rainicorn floating in the sky

How I wish I could paint,.. Crap

Adieu, friends

"nuumber twooo, I'll do annything for youuu"
Adieuuuu, number twooo

Jesus Christ!      I'm an Atheist?!

Anyway, so this is Micolus reprting from the turbulent turmoil of the summer break. We all know how that goes, eh? Drifting from one place to another, without cause or direction, seeking thrills and fun, returning dissapointed and worn out. Hah, I come off like I'm some sort of vagabond traveling from one forsaken town to another.

In my own sense, I am, though. Everyone have different ways of making time go faster. Different ways of pushing time forward and leaping towards death. But in the end, everything we do, is essentially done to somehow make us cease our awareness of time and space.

TV-trance.

The choice is simple: Be too stupid to know what happiness is, or be aware of it but never experience it.

Yes yes it's an old concept, but it doesn't hurt to think about it sometimes.

We are wired not to kill ourselves, though. We are programmed to hope, to dream, to envision the future positively.

When am I going to take the time to write about "The Derivative of Life"

Oh, there's so much strength in this world to muster.

I'm off to a pilgrimage now. A voyage to the distant land of Marieton.

Adieu, my fellow humans.

Adieu, my fellow tortured spirits.

Let us show those daemons! Let us Rebel!

Adieu

Everything we do, we do because we want to achieve something. We have an imagined state of being in our heads and we strive to reach it. Be it reaching for the sandwich, or applying for a new job. So, in doing, we try to change our current persona, or state of mind. Thus, a rock, for example, is perfectly content. It is also inanimate and cannot think (at least in the manner that we do). This, my friends, is why ignorance is bliss. For wisdom grants us the awareness of "more".

The grass is indeed greener

always

adieu

Hell no! NONONONONO

Fuck

I just realised that the girl who played Em in Adventureland was Bella FUCKING SWAN!

Jesus Christ. The fucking harlot of the godforsaken Twilight-saga..

FUCK

Nevertheless, nothing shall take away her performance in A-land. I've never seen a youthmovie with such depth and charisma. I really loved it. But come on..Bella Fucking Swan?

How cruel does this world get...HUH?




Illusions SHATTERED...

A weedie awesome deep damaged WOMAN -> whiney teenage HOLLOW EMPTY VOID OF A"HUMAN"

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[oh and by the way, they're eating weed-cookies.... WHY DID YOU SELL YOUR SOUL D: ]

adieu

I saw this movie just now and it got me thinking...

I crave drama. Drama! I envied their emotions, their passion! Why can't real life be like that, I asked myself, as I imagined me standing there instead of those actors. Why can only our minds conjure such passionate moments of true feelings, of honest tears and twisted screams.

For we do feel. We do, at times. When we're alone, sitting by our computers, we sometimes may feel. When we're walking down a lonely street, we may feel. But in the company of others, we act. Or at least that is what I have perceived thus far. The only drama in this world is fabricated for drama's sake. I've done it, several times, both jokingly and in serious situations. All the while being too focused on acting to succumb to my emotions. Once, did I truly fall into the beautiful abyss of drama, but then I was far too confused to let it shine through..

I want THOSE feelings, THOSE emotions. No gray zones, no anxiety, no apathy. I want pure fucking blood flowing through my veins filling me with genuine HATRED and humble LOVE. But alas, we do not live in the realm of movies. We live in a gray and hollow world. We live in a world where our minds paint the nature rather than the other way around.

I want to be a fictional character. I want to starr in those lovely movies.

Drama is rejected and considered ridiculous in our society. It is strictly against the norms to be torn apart by our inner selves, and so we bottle our feelings up. But we may not even do that in a dramatic way, no, it's not the scenario where the lone man "sucks it up" and goes on a journey to never come back. We are far too dependent on other people's fucking PITY in order to do such dramatic things. No, we bottle it up, until we cannot feel it any longer. We swallow it and we smile, and we slowly fall apart.

Oh fantasy, bring me with you! Let me ride freely on your wings.

Let me feel.

[ The movie I was watching was "Adventure Land". A youthy movie. Same thing with this as with "Funny People", they made me feel so much outside of their own worlds. They brought out real emotions within me. Real memories. Real tears. ]

adieu

That's all there is to say really.

"Football is life"

My father told me that once. And in this very moment, he is teaching the next generation the very same lesson. Football is not just a game, he says, football is life.

It was supposed to be an epic clash between two football giants. Two world cup winners facing eachother. The two remaining Gods of football after Brazil's and Italy's failures. Only one would survive this clash. Only one was supposed to do it, but alas, fate taught us otherwise.

Argentina VS Germany

Or rather, Germany VS Any random team.

On the field today fought only 11 giants, not 22. Only eleven winners

What was supposed to be an epic football fiesta turned into a dark and cynical massacre.

Germany scores their first goal two minutes in.

A cheering Angela Merkel stands and applauds her soldiers.

1-0 turned into 2-0

3-0

4-0

Argentina and Maradona were massacred today. Massacred by the cynical axe of the Germans.

It was sense vs sensibility all along, and as usual, sensibility prevailed.

The Deutsche Machine would not falter and this time, they're going for it all.

Sense must once again shed tears, while sensibility continues their cynical struggle to the top.

German football - Cynicism

Football is life, he says. And today I felt it. I felt those familiar feelings of defeat. Those nostalgic failures and chaotic mistakes. The drama of the past, the drama which I've been craving for so long, finally returned.

I was 12 years old and I watched as Real Madrid were defeated by Arsenal in Champions League.

I cried. Not because of the game itself. Not because of the players. Not because I had any logical reason to do so. But I did, because the strength and passion that this sport possesses made me aware of my own failures. My own mistakes. My own losses to the cynical machines. My own Argentina losing against the Germans of the world. My sense, once again losing to my sensibility.

Fuck.

I must hope that the German machine goes on to CRUSH the verminous Spain in the semi finals, because if those Spanyard FUCKS go on to the final, I shall kill myself.

Go Netherlands!

Argentina, see you in four years... you did good. Goddamnit, you did good.

Football is Life

adieu

King Micolaeus: Forces of the Micolan Empire, I command you to return!

Greedy General MicoLust: Haha! My lord, your word means nothing in this place. HELL REIGNS HERE. CHAOS. So, my lord, it would be best for you to return to your safe little capitol where you can waste the days on meeting with the fucking nephews, we have got a war to wage, my lord.

K. Micolaeus: How dare you speak to your Lord the King in such a manner? Guards, kill this impostor!

Chief Guard Armic: My lord, I apologize.

King Micolaeus body resides deep within the Mountains of Wrath now. Forever asleep. One with the Great constant. Oh Great King Micolaeus, your benevolence will be missed. A dark era has begun, The Age of MicoLust.


So anyway, I was taking a walk yesterday around two or three a.m, and I noticed something horrible. There I was, in the middle of the night, the beauteous night, and I was surrounded with fucking people. In every other goddamned window shone the deceitful blue lights of the TV-screens. On the streets roamed drunkards and night travelers. The fauna consisted only of boring tame ass animals such as cats and hares. Not that I have any problem with them, it's just that they symbolize the decay of nature. My point? I wasn't fucking alone. What is this, the night used to be my domain, my fucking empire. I could walk around and sing and dance, and now (let me add that I was in the fucking suburbs of a small town) I'm surrounded with idiot people. What the hell. The day is full of them; children, old folks, pregnant women. And now they're gonna take my precious night away as well. What a fucking theft...

IT WAS MY NIGHT, GODDAMIT.
IT WAS MY DREAM
MY BELIEF!

and it all went to FUCKING HELL...

What was I talking about?

adieu