Fuck both with equal enjoyment.
To insert the phallic knowledge of rebellion.
Deep into the mind of logic and understanding.
Undulation of the pleasures chaos none withstanding
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‘to beat my nake chest, howling at a shattered moon, never to accept what time has decided.’
Finally WordPress prompts a fun question! “What advice would you give to your teenage self?”
Question:
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To answer to favorites means to surrender to the fantasy and make believe that is so common among humans.
Doubtful many would say their favorite people are those that are cruel and would do everything they can to hurt you or worse, kill you.
Doubtful for most. For me I prefer no people. None. People lie. They cheat. They hurt. People are horrific just as they are good at acting.
However this planet is small and one must cross paths with people. As such, if one were having to be around people then I prefer people who are obviously cruel, evil, horrible, mean, as then two things become obvious. One being that I can recognize and destroy them them completely. The other being that I would know they are honest.
That said, I say no to people. All people. Give me a Corgi anytime of any day. A dog is truly man’s best friend. Or a robot that looks like a dog. Or cheese. Definitely cheese.
People ask questions without really thinking of what kind of response they will receive…
“How are you feeling today?” Said by seemingly a courteous and concerned voice.
Are they sure? Does the courteous and concerned voice really want to know the answer?
Well, since the WordPress algorithm asked a question, here is the reply.
To have received so many gifts it becomes a bit hard to decide which one to share. How about the gift of sight? Yeah. Sight, vision, clarity. That’s a good gift but so many others already have that gift.
I know. Money. Lots of money. That was a good gift at the time though time has a way of turning such a situation into shit.
A gift for many is to receive something rare and special.
For some men, a blowjob by an experienced being is a fantastic gift. For some women, the same.
There are those gifts which are nothing more than the idea/taste of something ‘better’ or ‘more’.
And here I go, delaying what I already knew immediately after seeing the question WordPress drooled out of its mouth.
My greatest gift is the power to destroy an entire world. To obliterate in totality what Angels and Demons cannot prevent from happening.
Only God keeps my gift from being used. Only God holds the leash, the muzzle; my life.
Having shared with you all now, sleep well with your mundane gifts of wealth, health, love, joy, and all the other bullshit which makes you think of candycanes and unicorns.
And if you hear a trumpet. A very loud trumpet splitting the heavens in two leaving fire and death, look up. You will see me smiling and enjoying just how wonderful my gift truly is.
What a posture…stature… presence
So bold .
Strength beyond endurance.
Hail to the chief!
Home of the brave!
Nothing better.
the enemy has no chance.
There is no other country. No ideals better. I pledge allegiance to narcissism as I look into a mirror,
Making it all about me.
How can one lose interest in activities or hobbies which match what we are?
A fisherman never tires of fishing. A stamp collector never tires of collecting stamps. A politician never tires of striving for power over others. So, the question is illogical, the answers are lies, unless… Unless you are me.
Yes, there was a falling out as my duty to God was lost in one way and found in another. Every organization needs a fall guy, a scapegoat, someone to blame. That member is me. I became something for something to blame.
“He’s the fault!”
“He’s the problem!”
“Get behind me Satan!”
Exactly. See? I’m doing what I’m supposed to do. My activities are to harass and demean God. I am supposed to entice, tease, and destroy any morality a soul bearing creature has.
I’m great at my job and as such my interest only increases, my activities are multiplied by uncountable percent.
So no, those who have activities or hobbies of which they truly enjoy will not lose interest in them.
And you should believe me as I know all, after all, my name is Satan.
Seriously WordPress? You ask a question, a most important and serious question only to be ambiguous. Why? Afraid to know the real answer?
Your daily writing prompt should be, “The most important invention in your life is…”
‘Lifetime’ is singular. It is a word denoting a finite existence. It means you had no life before and no life after you ‘die’.
So, what is death? An easy question? Let me tell you in a simple way you might understand… i do not, nor ever have, experienced death.
i only know Life, or etrnity if your brain lobes are missing parts and pieces, let me expand.
You might not believe this but i am eternal. Before the gibberish you understand as fact regarding evolution or creation, i already had Life.
Now, (getting a bit bored with this topic) The most IMPORTANT invention in my Life is when God, the ultimate scientist, invented life.
There was once that time where I could run through the forest with the energy of a large bull elk. Trumpeting my success, my prowess, my life.
Full of strength and vigor. Breeding with beautiful and willing females. Taking and mounting as many as my lungs could endure.
Sated and full, there was the endless fields of food for as far as the horizon could be. Satisfying my thirst with the clearest cold pure water a mountain stream could offer.
Life was good until the day I was harvested by a hunter wearing an orange vest. My last view was to have my throat slit by the hunters knife to drain my blood.
My body was consumed by many, my bones discarded, my hide, head, and majestic rack of horns were changed to become as eternal as possible so the hunter could sit in his chair and remember the day of the wonderful hunt.
And while I no longer have life, I have body. My glass eyes glazed for eternity, my horns secure their place in the den of man.
For me now my best day is the day a servant vacuums the dust off of my hide while she hums a popular human song and thinks of her boyfriend fucking her as if he too, were a wild bull elk.
Two brothers. Both men. Both strong. Both from a good family.
One brother was named Cain. The other brother, Abel.
Cain killed his brother in anger thus giving birth to me and my countless generations.
So many events, so much time. Passing in a blur as brother killed brother and sister killed sister. No one was spared. No one was immune.
My perspective has not changed, it has only confirmed the purity of my bloodline.
I go by many names, Mandela, Hitler, Bush, Obama. I use all names to include yours.
My real name. A birthright earned a very long time ago is a simple name. A perfect name for what little humanity resides inside.
My name is, odium.
