Seriously, how can you avoid being a nihilist in this time and place? We've fucked up the world as much as we can, yet the world doesn't give a shit, will just kill us off and keep goin as it always has. Everything that can possibly be done to a human being has been done, is probably being done right now by another fucken human being as you read this bullshit, but no one seems to care. Kurt Vonnegut's fucking dead and if life was just a simulation that shit wouldn't fucking happen. Meanwhile we got fuckwits with bad hairdos and shitty fashion sense (why does that matter? must be the world ending) convincing us that all sorts of shit is more important than the shit that actually is important. AND the shit that actually is important, like other people, loving one another and treating each other with respect, has been taken away from us and fed back to use as utter bullshit by politicians and bullshit spewing priests who just use what's good to control us...
But really, that's not what's wrong.
That's the way it's always been.
Just the same as it ever was.

All of human existence leads to this point. Me, sitting in the dark looking at a glowing computer screen showing pictures of naked women, drunk, while the world ends around me. How about that? All those bastards trying to improve and control life thousands of years ago, this is the result. You seriously cannot judge the end by the intent.

How strong is your toilet training? Can you touch shit?
Can you touch old food? Can you touch mould? Can you touch the shit of something that eats only grass, like a sheep? How much did your parents yell at you in order to get you to shit in the correct place? How much did they reward you when you finally shit in the correct place?

Well that sorta backfired. I was gonna post a long line of covers of that song but... that's it. It was gonna be funny, honest. But now it's just lame.

Only one thing to say:
Poo
Too
Weet.

Yeah, John Butler Trio, we get it now. You care. You care so hard. We don't. Well we do, but we don't do it in public view. We don't do it where it's conspicuous. We don't do it like you. But we get it. We do.
Fuck off.

What the fucking Christ. I've been listening to Frog Eyes for what, six months now? Masticated Outboard Motors is a brilliant song. But I had no idea there was an Australian band that topped them. Goin huntin tomorrow and buying every album by the Drones I can find.

Bluhb blhub blahr. Choice is an illusion. Our brains can't actually handle what we think of as 'free will' and most of the shit we do is the result of preceding circumstances or just random fucking chance. Like it matters if you get the beef burgundy or the shepherd's pie.
So when shit comes along where I should be making a decision I'm just fucking confused. I have no idea what to do. Bluhb blub blurb. That's me mentally flailing. What? I dunno. It'll sort itself out, hopefully not in an implosion like usual.

Holy fucking christ. Not only was the riff king, but the Australian accent ruled over all. Absolutely awesome video.

I don't understand anything. That's the important thing to remember. You am I and I don't know and we don't know and that's it. Unless you were there you don't know. You were told to do the things you did and you knew what you were doing was wrong but you did them anyway and you weren't there so you don't know and you can't judge. You don't know. You'll never know. And that's why you're lucky. Not for any of the reasons they tell you, but because you'll never do the things you did for you. You'll never dig through them, never overturn them, never touch them. That's not you. You're lucky. And you'll survive, persevere, preserve. And when the end comes, when it's all laid clean, you'll say 'that wasn't me, that was someone else. The benefit was mine, but the blood's on someone else's hands.' And that's how you sleep. That's how you lay, how you lie.

I wanna grow, grow up to be, be a Debaser.

I'm Batman

Okay so I made all that up to justify punching the homeless.

The Elector Counts

Now see, Spirit Street is the only way between here and Othersphere. And anyone can get to Spirit Street. Most people get there without realising. It's easy enough to do. You know when you feel low, like you can't ever get back up, like you don't wanna move and you couldn't feel worse? You just gotta feel a little lower and then you're there. It doesn't feel like anything special, completely the opposite. But so many people spend so much time there without knowing it's a passage to the Othersphere.
The Othersphere is a lot of things and one of those is the home of the Elector Counts. There are hundreds of them, each being equal, but each being more than you or me. Their titles are hereditary, passed through the Father. The usual tactic is for the incumbent Count to sire as many spawn as possible ensuring they'll spend too much time fighting each other to turn their attentions on him. Only a sole surviving heir can become the next Count and through the gennermachs each Count can clearly identify their progeny, meaning a complete lack of fidelity.
Anyway, the Elector Counts are the true rulers. These guys are the shadowy figures that make the decisions that control the world, an easy trick when you don't exist.

Elector Counts of Othersphere

I could totally continue Uni and work at the same time. It'd give the Elector Counts of Othersphere a few more years reprieve, but I suppose all things are inevitable. If I'm going to become an adventuring superhero wizard a few more years won't matter.

Foiled!

Man those people outside totally thought I was up to something. And I was. And they stopped me. Bastards.

Secret Origins

I'm thinking of quitting Uni to become a superhero. Been thinking on it hard this past few weeks. I don't need a degree to be awesome. The doors the bit of paper would open are looking less and less attractive, just the same shit with bigger numbers. And most of the superheroes I know didn't finish Uni. They got their powers from other places.