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What in the hell are you doing with your life? Sure, I’m fucking lazy and I lay around a lot more than I should but my life has a general direction - eventually I’m going to teach history and read lots of books. Why? It makes me happy. But thats not the only reason. Hedonism is not practical, it is not rational. I’m going to be a teacher because I’d like to assist in my own way the formation of a world wherein people live by reason and rational self interest. Not an altruistic fuckworld where good is killed and maimed as soon as its found. Where is the sense of life in people? Why are you even bothering to live? Fear of death wont do for the moral depravity i’ve seen. Fear of life wont even do for that. Please, please tell me. What scares you more, life or death? Any of you, tell me. I yearn for knowledge, always. I want to understand your evil(yes, it is evil) so I can stand against it. What is enough for you? Will Tucker Max ever find enough girls to have sex with? No - because he’s on a fools quest. Please someone tell me, what is enough? I know what I want, and I know I’ll have it. Truly, not what I’m searching for, though. She could never know, perhaps never even understand. My only homage to her, the concept, the fact, that ideas, rational ideas, are bulletproof, will have to do. How did you ignorant fucks feel walking out of V for Vendetta? Did you like the action? Pity the tragedy? I didn’t. I felt a sense of life(it went away) but it was there. Perhaps there is some way to fight you. Is it too much to not be considered a piece of shit for being alive? Is it too much to not be considered evil for being alive? Is it too much to ask to want fair treatment, even treatment? Is it too much to ask to be acknowledged? Even once? ONCE? That was all I wanted, you fucking bitch. Once for you to be alive with me, once! You react with fear, with withdrawl, hatred, anger, suspicion. What would my life be if i lived it like you? Misery. Is it misery anyways because of you? Yes. Thats what you are. Misery, death, pain, oblivion. Am I beyond the destruction that Graham is dealing with? Perhaps. Its not a gift then, if its that which you have given me. Its misery that reason, that life itself possibly can not break. Your name is not legion, it is not harm, it is misery. You are in many ways the bringer of death. If I could write like Nietzsche would I condemn you the same way that he did Christianity? No. You are but a byproduct of evil, the truest evil. You are its purpotrator and propagator. You are its method, and its justification. Is evil justified through you? Certainly not. I am not either. I am my own justification as hard as that is coming to be to believe. I am not evil by birth, by nature, by choice even. I am not evil. You are. You are the outcome, the final production of the morality of death. You are death. You are the anti-greed, the anti-life, the anti-joy, the anti-happiness, the anti-love. You are death. I am. And I do not fear death.

If you take someone just high enough in the air on a mountain that their body can not draw enough oxygen in, but they don’t die, then their body eats its own intestines to survive. Killing someone in this way nets you a cool 1000 badass points.

and reading this gets you at least 5

A woman has a close male friend. This means that he is probably interested in her, which is why he hangs around so much. She sees him strictly as a friend. This always starts out with, you’re a great guy, but I don’t like you in that way. This is roughly the equivalent for the guy of going to a job interview and the company saying, You have a great resume, you have all the qualifications we are looking for, but we’re not going to hire you. We will, however, use your resume as the basis for comparison for all other applicants. But, we’re going to hire somebody who is far less qualified and is probably an alcoholic. And if he doesn’t work out, we’ll hire somebody else, but still not you. In fact, we will never hire you. But we will call you from time to time to complain about the person that we hired. 

So I was thinking. In terms of points.

How badass you must be killed:

-1000 points: You get OWNED(decompressed, or any other badass killing method)
-100 points: You get killed as a nameless drone(like a power rangers putty)
-50 points: You get killed in a traditional manner
-1 point: You die of old age
+1 point: You require more than 2 bullets to be killed
+10 points: You require more than 5 bullets to be killed
+25 points: You are immune to bullets and must be cut into pieces
+100 points: You require someone diving into your body and making you explode in light(matrix)
+1000 points: You have to be melted or balefired

Ways to kill people:

+1: traditional drone kill
+2: stab someone to death
+5: use object other than gun or knife (old school kill with spear or mace or polearm)
+15: use object considered safe to bring on airplane(a book, a remote control, a cell phone)
+50: use object considered harmless(beating someone to death with a kitten)
+100: melt someone
+250: decompress someone so they explode from the inside
+500: wean someone onto life support and then pull the plug
+1000: cut someones head off then show them their own body before they die

It is completely ridiculous to think that people with the kind of access to information that the internet provides are still idiots. But they are.

I use StumbleUpon, and it takes me to sites with obvious lies, exaggerations, and such, about our ursurper of a president. Whats that? Why am I hating on liberals when I hate Bush? Because there is another way. A rational, reasonable, sensible way.

Its called freedom. We tried it once, worked pretty well for about a century, and then this fuckbag "Teddy" Roosevelt comes along with his communist bullshit. Oh and then his cousin marries his other cousin and gives us a facist dicatator on par with Hitler.

Let me tell you something(because I’m a historian, and I know more than your ignorant ass). Not one of the American Founding Fathers would call the country we’re living in today America. It’s still the same country and I love it to death, but we’re going down the wrong path further every single day. What kind of problem would the Fathers have? Well for one - we no longer follow the Consititution. Hard to think that so many of them died just because they dared to want a representative government that we have managed to throw out the window. Another problem someone like Jefferson would have - taxes. Don’t forget that the Revolutionary War happened because of taxes. Especially the kind that went to causes the taxpayer didn’t support, like Britian and her foreign wars.

Everybody on Shoutwire seems to think Bush set up 9/11. Let me tell you something - the facts are about 50/50 except for one major one. Nobody could cover that up. Everyone talks about how the towers looked like they came down in a controlled demolition. Let me tell you something else - I watched the fucking towers come down. I watched the second plane hit, LIVE. I know the difference between a plane and a missle. That was a plane. Its unfortunate because it’d be a way of showing that we need freedom again (and freedom isn’t free, you pussies who talk about those who died. they died for freedom, and there is no cause more noble or just. certainly not dying for love of fast food).

With that said, get the hell out of my way.

Oh did I mention?

I’m on strike. I made my decision. Hope you all suffer the consequences of your own actions.

This place is a miserable excuse for a real school. The keyboard buttons don’t even work. This is hard to type.

OPC: Hey, I’m Steve(OPC’s name) whats up
Girl: OMG I am so drunk hi steve!!!!!! Lets have sex!
OPC: Really? Ok, lets go
Girl: *barfs*
Girl: oops, its ok i’ll have sex with you to make up for throwing up on you.
OPC: Thats cool, lets go
*Go to a room*
*They undress and OPC puts condom on*
OPC: Oh shit i accidentally just came while putting condom on
Girl: What the fuck! What the fuck is wrong with you?
OPC: I’m one pump chump!!

If you can have a person then its something less than quality rip your heart out for them love.

The less you can have someone, the easier it is, I say.

Fuck knows why. I just could never love someone who wanted me. K wanted me, and I suppose I’d have cared about her eventually. J wanted me too much. I never cared at all. L I don’t even know. That was ridiculous.

That one, the True One, I don’t think she’d take a dime from her coin purse and throw it in my beggars cup. And I can’t say I’d want her to. It’d ruin her, the way she is. It ruins her for me to talk to her. Its thoughtcrime to think of her. I’m guilty of nothing but I’m not clean enough to look at her.

There are others. Flawed others. It is a true pity. Her secret name will be K, because thats from Kayleigh by Marillion and therefore no one will know whom this True One is. Her representation in Master’s of Dawn/GS will be Daindor or Karana. Those are both excellent names.

Note to self: possibly replace Emert with Reifal.

One of those flawed others is not so deeply flawed at all, but alas I come to the same evident end of failure.
But I don’t know how to give up(reminds me, Leroy does)
But i haven’t got a drop of give up in me(reminds me again, Leroy does)
i shoo his giraffey ass away. he doesn’t take kindly to that. not Leroy

why do i regress to this. it is not right?
MINE! MINE!

(Leroy suggests that soon)

thats all he suggested. soon. that was it. fucking ball of pure energy.

You have no hope of matching any of Death’s work.

And Genesis says that people who think Coheed and Cambria are prog should pick up their little masterpiece known as "The Lamb Lies Down on Broadway"

And then shit their pants in fear that this band will put this music out, because it’d ruin them in all their worthlessness.

Fuck you, sky. I’ll remember this.

I’m not going to school wednesday. Meh.

badass lines.

Come against me if you dare! I am the storm! Come if you dare, Shai’tan! - Rand
They will pay. I am Lord of the Morning - Lews Therin

Tell him, no truce with the Forsaken. No truce with the Shadow. - Rand

I will destroy you - Gorbachev (while beating his shoe on a podium) 

Now I kill you so hard even your ancestors die. - Pimp Ninja, Sinfest.

“I have no gate key.”
“Fizzik, tear his arms off.” - The badass part
“Oh, you mean this gate key.”

I’m going to kill you forever. Maybe longer. - Oceand