New Years Resolution
Let us look each other in the face.
Here is my happiness - Beyond death, my life is my happiness. I am well aware how remote I have become, but I have discovered my happiness, the knowledge of it from ages in the labyrinth. Who else has found it? You?
To throw off this type of modernity that makes me ill, I refuse lazy peace, cowardly compromise, this tolerance and largesse of the heart that “forgives” everything because it “understands”. Rather live amid my shadows than among modern conventions and other such sick virtue! I am brave enough, I won't spare you, nor will I spare myself unkind scrutiny, I took a long time in finding where to direct my power. I have been dismal, I have been a fatalist. Now untethered, I am of my own.
My fate has always been fullness, tension, the storing up of power. Now I thirst for lightning and great deeds, to keep as far as possible from the happiness of the weakling, from resignation. There is thunder in my air, beware as I manifest it's electricity. The formula for my happiness: a creation, a denial, a straight line, a goal.
What is my good?
Whatever augments my power, my will, power itself in me.
What is my evil?
Whatever is born of weakness.
What is my happiness?
When power increases, when resistance is overcome. Not contentment, but more power; not virtue, but efficiency.
What is most harmful to me?
Sympathy for the ignorant and the weak.
Let us look each other in the face.
Here is my happiness - Beyond death, my life is my happiness. I am well aware how remote I have become, but I have discovered my happiness, the knowledge of it from ages in the labyrinth. Who else has found it? You?
To throw off this type of modernity that makes me ill, I refuse lazy peace, cowardly compromise, this tolerance and largesse of the heart that “forgives” everything because it “understands”. Rather live amid my shadows than among modern conventions and other such sick virtue! I am brave enough, I won't spare you, nor will I spare myself unkind scrutiny, I took a long time in finding where to direct my power. I have been dismal, I have been a fatalist. Now untethered, I am of my own.
My fate has always been fullness, tension, the storing up of power. Now I thirst for lightning and great deeds, to keep as far as possible from the happiness of the weakling, from resignation. There is thunder in my air, beware as I manifest it's electricity. The formula for my happiness: a creation, a denial, a straight line, a goal.
What is my good?
Whatever augments my power, my will, power itself in me.
What is my evil?
Whatever is born of weakness.
What is my happiness?
When power increases, when resistance is overcome. Not contentment, but more power; not virtue, but efficiency.
What is most harmful to me?
Sympathy for the ignorant and the weak.
At least half of what people say when thy are "joking" is completely true. So this act of "playing around" is allowing people to say what they really want without admitting how they feel to themselves and becoming vulnerable.
How many of us are tired of this game? Why would anyone want to live in fear? Why wall yourself off with boundaries? It's always just a game; that can't be fulfilling can it?
I'm not going to let myself live that way. Closing yourself off only limits what might be. So listen my loyal readers, it's OK to take a chance. Be spontaneous. Don't let fear close off any avenues. Life is completely unpredictable, there is no perfect timing or situation.
If you stare at the moon too long, you'll miss the stars.
Love you, thanks for reading,
David
How many of us are tired of this game? Why would anyone want to live in fear? Why wall yourself off with boundaries? It's always just a game; that can't be fulfilling can it?
I'm not going to let myself live that way. Closing yourself off only limits what might be. So listen my loyal readers, it's OK to take a chance. Be spontaneous. Don't let fear close off any avenues. Life is completely unpredictable, there is no perfect timing or situation.
If you stare at the moon too long, you'll miss the stars.
Love you, thanks for reading,
David
Good evening, SG. Allow me first to apologize for this interruption. I do, like many of you, appreciate the comforts of every day routine- the security of the familiar, the tranquility of repetition. I enjoy them as much as any bloke. But in the spirit of commemoration, thereby those important events of the past usually associated with someone's death or the end of some awful bloody struggle, a celebration of a nice holiday.
I thought we could mark this November the 5th, a day that is sadly no longer remembered, by taking some time out of our daily lives to sit down and have a little chat. There are of course those who do not want us to speak. I suspect even now, orders are being shouted into telephones, and men with guns will soon be on their way. Why? Because while the truncheon may be used in lieu of conversation, words will always retain their power.
Words offer the means to meaning, and for those who will listen, the enunciation of
truth. And the truth is, there is something terribly wrong with this country, isn't there? Cruelty and injustice, intolerance and oppression. And where once you had the freedom to object, to think and speak as you saw fit, you now have censors and systems of surveillance coercing your conformity and soliciting your submission. How did this happen? Who's to blame? Well certainly there are those more responsible than others, and they will be held accountable, but again truth be told, if you're looking for the guilty, you need only look into a mirror. I know why you did it. I know you were afraid. Who wouldn't be? War, terror, disease. There were a myriad of problems which conspired to corrupt your reason and rob you of your common sense. Fear got the best of you.
More than four hundred years ago a great citizen wished to embed the fifth of November forever in our memory. His hope was to remind the world that fairness, justice, and freedom are more than words, they are perspectives. So if you've seen nothing, if the crimes of this government remain unknown to you then I would suggest you allow the fifth of November to pass unmarked. But if you see what I see, if you feel as I feel, and if you would seek as I seek, then together we shall give them a fifth of November that shall never, ever be forgot.
I thought we could mark this November the 5th, a day that is sadly no longer remembered, by taking some time out of our daily lives to sit down and have a little chat. There are of course those who do not want us to speak. I suspect even now, orders are being shouted into telephones, and men with guns will soon be on their way. Why? Because while the truncheon may be used in lieu of conversation, words will always retain their power.
Words offer the means to meaning, and for those who will listen, the enunciation of
truth. And the truth is, there is something terribly wrong with this country, isn't there? Cruelty and injustice, intolerance and oppression. And where once you had the freedom to object, to think and speak as you saw fit, you now have censors and systems of surveillance coercing your conformity and soliciting your submission. How did this happen? Who's to blame? Well certainly there are those more responsible than others, and they will be held accountable, but again truth be told, if you're looking for the guilty, you need only look into a mirror. I know why you did it. I know you were afraid. Who wouldn't be? War, terror, disease. There were a myriad of problems which conspired to corrupt your reason and rob you of your common sense. Fear got the best of you.
More than four hundred years ago a great citizen wished to embed the fifth of November forever in our memory. His hope was to remind the world that fairness, justice, and freedom are more than words, they are perspectives. So if you've seen nothing, if the crimes of this government remain unknown to you then I would suggest you allow the fifth of November to pass unmarked. But if you see what I see, if you feel as I feel, and if you would seek as I seek, then together we shall give them a fifth of November that shall never, ever be forgot.
I am my own epitaph
I sing ballads in lament of my passing
And like a perverse siren
I lure you into my rocks to witness my own demise
The waves of regret crashing against the craggy surface of my memories
Violent foam churning in the pitted recesses of half remembered promises
I am my own worst enemy
Sheltered in the warm embrace of arrogance
A sepulcher against humanity
My carrion call "Come see what I have wrought!"
For millennia I have held my wall against the onslaught of your hordes
Warfare and strife, the comfort of conflict, solitude as kind as a lovers kiss
I am my own best friend
As I commence a deconstruction
Stone by heavy stone
My monument to entropy dismantled
Become a garden of new delights, pleasures and possibilities unbound
Welcoming an evolution of separation into a spiritual solidarity... join me
I sing ballads in lament of my passing
And like a perverse siren
I lure you into my rocks to witness my own demise
The waves of regret crashing against the craggy surface of my memories
Violent foam churning in the pitted recesses of half remembered promises
I am my own worst enemy
Sheltered in the warm embrace of arrogance
A sepulcher against humanity
My carrion call "Come see what I have wrought!"
For millennia I have held my wall against the onslaught of your hordes
Warfare and strife, the comfort of conflict, solitude as kind as a lovers kiss
I am my own best friend
As I commence a deconstruction
Stone by heavy stone
My monument to entropy dismantled
Become a garden of new delights, pleasures and possibilities unbound
Welcoming an evolution of separation into a spiritual solidarity... join me
Man I hate chat, but when I'm bored I can just bear it
I've become a internet troll, just there to talk shit
I'm embarrassed, and I'm ashamed
I play a part in this ridiculous game
Wasting hours of everyday on my chat fame
But I ain't taking the full fucking blame
You feel like if you ain't got chat, life's just not complete
You flirtin your ass off with every mother fuckin' body you see
With a past so dark that you're just a liar and a cheat
But still you're up in chat thinking you're hot as can be
Without the courage to lead
So you just follow the sheep
Making sure your whorish reputation is all polished and clean
While your favorite chatter is like "Yeah, she got it from me"
You've been brainwashed by a lies that you're used to livin',
When I say the word "fun", what do you think of?
Probably drinking and hangin with your with your chat "friends"
And flirtin' with people you trying to bang, hiding from love
Is that all you think life really is?
Well if so, then you're a fucking idiot
I honestly feel like grabbing your face and spitting in it
Matter of fact, you don't even deserve that brain; Gimme it!
Do you even have any goals?
Aside from impressing these hoes
And fucking my bros
Well let me guess.... Noes
Your ego has you living for a superficial cause
You're a fucking adult with no skills at all
Yeah you read a few books and can discuss a few issues
But you're building a future of loneliness and snotty tissues
Your frightened ass can't commit to a real fucking man
So try to enjoy that bullshit you call a life... if you can
Keep complaining about your life cause you don't have a plan
Now go ahead call me a dick cause you can't face it.... MAN
You want love, you have to recognize that shit
Or one day you'll get older and just regret it
Your life is empty, so don't act surprised when I quit
I want to be there for you, but I'm not sure if it's even worth it
-adapted from Hopsin-
I've become a internet troll, just there to talk shit
I'm embarrassed, and I'm ashamed
I play a part in this ridiculous game
Wasting hours of everyday on my chat fame
But I ain't taking the full fucking blame
You feel like if you ain't got chat, life's just not complete
You flirtin your ass off with every mother fuckin' body you see
With a past so dark that you're just a liar and a cheat
But still you're up in chat thinking you're hot as can be
Without the courage to lead
So you just follow the sheep
Making sure your whorish reputation is all polished and clean
While your favorite chatter is like "Yeah, she got it from me"
You've been brainwashed by a lies that you're used to livin',
When I say the word "fun", what do you think of?
Probably drinking and hangin with your with your chat "friends"
And flirtin' with people you trying to bang, hiding from love
Is that all you think life really is?
Well if so, then you're a fucking idiot
I honestly feel like grabbing your face and spitting in it
Matter of fact, you don't even deserve that brain; Gimme it!
Do you even have any goals?
Aside from impressing these hoes
And fucking my bros
Well let me guess.... Noes
Your ego has you living for a superficial cause
You're a fucking adult with no skills at all
Yeah you read a few books and can discuss a few issues
But you're building a future of loneliness and snotty tissues
Your frightened ass can't commit to a real fucking man
So try to enjoy that bullshit you call a life... if you can
Keep complaining about your life cause you don't have a plan
Now go ahead call me a dick cause you can't face it.... MAN
You want love, you have to recognize that shit
Or one day you'll get older and just regret it
Your life is empty, so don't act surprised when I quit
I want to be there for you, but I'm not sure if it's even worth it
-adapted from Hopsin-
I've been quite lucky in love
At least.. I don't have a complaint.
They sometimes said I was evil,
But I never claimed to be a saint.
And I have no regrets
For the man I've become.
I owe the devil some debts
But I've sure had some fun.
I'm just a river that rolls forever
And never gets to the sea.
Everything that ever came my way
I had it coming to me.
And I don't even regret the loves
That that have left me behind.
But I've grown weary of searching
For something I may never find.
At least.. I don't have a complaint.
They sometimes said I was evil,
But I never claimed to be a saint.
And I have no regrets
For the man I've become.
I owe the devil some debts
But I've sure had some fun.
I'm just a river that rolls forever
And never gets to the sea.
Everything that ever came my way
I had it coming to me.
And I don't even regret the loves
That that have left me behind.
But I've grown weary of searching
For something I may never find.
In the end, why should I not voice my suspicion? In my case, Americans will try everything to hold us all from a tremendous destiny. So far they have compromised themselves in all things; I doubt that they will do any better in the future (How I wish I were a bad prophet in this case). My natural companions are Europeans, Canadians, and Latinos, it has always been that way.
The âAmerican spiritâ is for me bad air: I breathe with difficulty near the instinctive uncleanliness in that psychology which with every word, every facial expression is the American betrayal. They have never gone through a century of hard self-examination, like the French (a La Rochefoucauld and a Descartes are a hundred times superior in honesty to the foremost Americans) to this day they have not had a prophet. But prophecy is almost the measure of the cleanliness or uncleanliness of a race.
If one is not even cleanly, how should one have depth? It is with Americans as if they will never fathoms their depths; they may not have any. They arenât even shallow. What is called âdeepâ in America is precisely this instinctive uncleanliness in relation to oneself. They do not want to gain clarity about themselves. I propose the word âAmericanâ as the new international coinage for this psychological depravity.
Why shouldn't I go all the way? I like to make a clean sweep of things. It is part of my ambition to be considered a despiser of the American way. My mistrust of the American character I expressed even when I was a child, the Americans seem impossible to me. When I imagine a type of man that antagonizes all my instincts, it always turns into an American.
It is with the most profound spirit of melancholy that I turn from America, I cannot endure this race among whom I am always in bad company, that has no mind for nuances (after all, I am a nuance) that has no spirit in its feet and does not even know how to walk (the Americans ultimately have no feet at all, they have only legs). The Americans have no idea how vulgar they are; but that is the superlative of vulgarity, they are not even ashamed of being merely Americans. They join in every discussion; they consider themselves decisive, but decisiveness with ignorance is no virtue. My whole life has been in vain seeking among them for some sign of tact, of délicatesse in their relations.
It is part of my nature to be gentle and benevolent toward everybody, and being here makes me violent and angry. I have the right not to make distinctions, but that does not prevent me from keeping my eyes open. I expect no one to understand, least of all my friends. In the end I hope that this revelation has not diminished my humanity in relation to you. There are five or six things that have always been a point of honor with me. Nevertheless it is true that almost every sentiment that has reached me for years now strikes me as a piece of cynicism: there is more cynicism in being falsely kind than in any hatred.
I tell every one of my friends to his face that he has never considered it worth while to study any of my writings: I infer from the smallest signs that they do not even know what is in them. Who among my friends sees more than an impermissible but fortunately utterly inconsequential presumption?
I myself have never suffered from all this, what is necessary does not hurt me; "amor fati" is my inmost nature. But this does not preclude my love of irony, even world-historical irony. And thus I have sent into the world my thoughts on the American immortal blunder in relation to love and peace that will stand in all eternity. There is barely enough time left for this. It is all disaster. Most delightfully, my dear Americans!
My regards,
Future Expat
The âAmerican spiritâ is for me bad air: I breathe with difficulty near the instinctive uncleanliness in that psychology which with every word, every facial expression is the American betrayal. They have never gone through a century of hard self-examination, like the French (a La Rochefoucauld and a Descartes are a hundred times superior in honesty to the foremost Americans) to this day they have not had a prophet. But prophecy is almost the measure of the cleanliness or uncleanliness of a race.
If one is not even cleanly, how should one have depth? It is with Americans as if they will never fathoms their depths; they may not have any. They arenât even shallow. What is called âdeepâ in America is precisely this instinctive uncleanliness in relation to oneself. They do not want to gain clarity about themselves. I propose the word âAmericanâ as the new international coinage for this psychological depravity.
Why shouldn't I go all the way? I like to make a clean sweep of things. It is part of my ambition to be considered a despiser of the American way. My mistrust of the American character I expressed even when I was a child, the Americans seem impossible to me. When I imagine a type of man that antagonizes all my instincts, it always turns into an American.
It is with the most profound spirit of melancholy that I turn from America, I cannot endure this race among whom I am always in bad company, that has no mind for nuances (after all, I am a nuance) that has no spirit in its feet and does not even know how to walk (the Americans ultimately have no feet at all, they have only legs). The Americans have no idea how vulgar they are; but that is the superlative of vulgarity, they are not even ashamed of being merely Americans. They join in every discussion; they consider themselves decisive, but decisiveness with ignorance is no virtue. My whole life has been in vain seeking among them for some sign of tact, of délicatesse in their relations.
It is part of my nature to be gentle and benevolent toward everybody, and being here makes me violent and angry. I have the right not to make distinctions, but that does not prevent me from keeping my eyes open. I expect no one to understand, least of all my friends. In the end I hope that this revelation has not diminished my humanity in relation to you. There are five or six things that have always been a point of honor with me. Nevertheless it is true that almost every sentiment that has reached me for years now strikes me as a piece of cynicism: there is more cynicism in being falsely kind than in any hatred.
I tell every one of my friends to his face that he has never considered it worth while to study any of my writings: I infer from the smallest signs that they do not even know what is in them. Who among my friends sees more than an impermissible but fortunately utterly inconsequential presumption?
I myself have never suffered from all this, what is necessary does not hurt me; "amor fati" is my inmost nature. But this does not preclude my love of irony, even world-historical irony. And thus I have sent into the world my thoughts on the American immortal blunder in relation to love and peace that will stand in all eternity. There is barely enough time left for this. It is all disaster. Most delightfully, my dear Americans!
My regards,
Future Expat
Doors close... better ones open. Enjoy watching my back as I walk away.
It's time to focus on my nearest and dearest here: This a good start. I have a lot of great friends with sets lingering in member review. Take a few seconds and go give some love to such much deserved sets:
Give IvoryBlossom some much deserved love on her set.
The spellbinding miss Hexxus
The quintessential SG Annasthesia
One of my bestest friends and one sexy lady Bitten
Toxic fucking ROCKS!
The AMAZING Jeckyl
The REAL Issue
Such an incredible classic beauty! My buddy Puffin <3
The adorable AllyCakes
The darling AmberIce
The incredible Ceres
OMG Clio <3
Mitska the Great <3
Holy WOW Pilot!
It's time to focus on my nearest and dearest here: This a good start. I have a lot of great friends with sets lingering in member review. Take a few seconds and go give some love to such much deserved sets:
Give IvoryBlossom some much deserved love on her set.
The spellbinding miss Hexxus
The quintessential SG Annasthesia
One of my bestest friends and one sexy lady Bitten
Toxic fucking ROCKS!
The AMAZING Jeckyl
The REAL Issue
Such an incredible classic beauty! My buddy Puffin <3
The adorable AllyCakes
The darling AmberIce
The incredible Ceres
OMG Clio <3
Mitska the Great <3
Holy WOW Pilot!
There is so much backstabbing and shit talking going on here.
If you don't feel like we are ACTUAL friends. That we aren't close, that you wouldn't trust me, and that you wouldn't keep our private conversations private, then please remove me from your friends list. I won't ever adress it, we can just part ways peacefully. I don't want anyone to play nice. I don't have room for all this petty undermining bullshit.
I've confided my mixed feelings and random thoughts to some of you and had my words twisted and repeated and turned into something ugly and hurtful. I've bent over backwards to help everyone who's come across my path if they were ever in need. And I get in return suspicion and rumors and ugly accusations? I'm hurt, really I am. Just remove me and be done with it. Hell, block me, I'd prefer it. Let's just get out of eachothers hair huh?
And to everyone who has shown me love and support. I thank you from the bottom of my heart.
In other news, I'm back to work and earning good money, things are looking good for David.
If you don't feel like we are ACTUAL friends. That we aren't close, that you wouldn't trust me, and that you wouldn't keep our private conversations private, then please remove me from your friends list. I won't ever adress it, we can just part ways peacefully. I don't want anyone to play nice. I don't have room for all this petty undermining bullshit.
I've confided my mixed feelings and random thoughts to some of you and had my words twisted and repeated and turned into something ugly and hurtful. I've bent over backwards to help everyone who's come across my path if they were ever in need. And I get in return suspicion and rumors and ugly accusations? I'm hurt, really I am. Just remove me and be done with it. Hell, block me, I'd prefer it. Let's just get out of eachothers hair huh?
And to everyone who has shown me love and support. I thank you from the bottom of my heart.
In other news, I'm back to work and earning good money, things are looking good for David.
