On Hiatus and Muse-Fucking

Last Night, which actually happened 3 nights ago, as I havent slept for 2 days already, a vicious gang of bad ass ne'er-do-well hoopleheads appeared in my dreams. Sir Al of Swearengen, also known as THE MAN, pointed at me and yelled: What's the fucking point of running a fucking blog if you haven't got anythin to say, you dimwit cocksuckah? I woke up all shaking and numb and it wasn't untill 4 A.M. i could sleep again. This time it was another nightmare gracing my tortured mind. A horrid image of a giant man appeared before me,

shouting that IT actually WAS A BLOG and I had to post something. I pissed my pants, obviously. after cleaning my bed off of urine and throwing out pissed pants, I decided not to sleep ever again(I've kept my promise this far) and went to the bathroom. This

is what i saw when I looked in the mirror. I'll try and recite the lines he did say to me:
Yes, A blog! a fucking blog! you post there! who? me? not me, you. you post there, on your blog, on your fucking blog, right now, you go, I fucking stay to watch you're going. what the fuck are you staring at? at ma head? at ma bald head? I tell you mate, if you dont stop looking at me, I'll put you to the ground! yes. what? no. no. I'm not waiting. no fucking waiting, no fucking waiting, no way, no fucking way, no no no no no no no no no. you go there, and post something. on your blog, yes, on you fucking blog. yes yes yes yes yes.

Well. I made my promise. If I break it, Sean Bean and Ving Rhames wont have you as their anal slave when you die. So i just don't want to  ruin your afterlife. I'm that caring, yes. There will be a post coming later, probably about music. Maybe Steve Von Till, maybe Woods of Infinity, i haven't decided yet.

Is the Glass half full or half empty

Above was the post which caused much anger in villagers and common folk. A large crowd gathered at town plaza, counting whole one person(with two legs), which assaulted my castle. When large pots full of fecal were thrown into the garden of my wisdom, I knew the end was near.

the rest of pergament is all tattered and burned, but at its end an observing eye could read the following:

This thread proved to be so embarrassing that I voluntarily retired myself to the wonderful kingom of fecalia, where I shall reign over the blessed fecal nation and wear a crown of fecal stone, as a sign of my eternal rule(shame). Fear the mighty Diarhea and shit often, so that I get more reinforcements and wage a war against the inhabitants of urine lake.

Yours Trully,
King Fecal I, High lord of Diarhea.

p.s. I'll be writing from there ocassionally, especially if some of you care to swallow paper blanks.

Now You Tell Me About Human Values.

What we do, What we don't do and Why We are here.

We range from Schopenhauer's "Everythin' is Fucked Up, homie, and this world aint gonna get better" to George Henry Borrow's "Life is so Sweet, brother, who'd wish to die?". Pretty much a huge space between those two, I reckon. We wellcome dark, negative and realistic attitudes such as cynism, sarcasm, pessimism, nihilism and many other, favour happy insanity, depression and melancholy. Posting utterly positive and happy stuff is punished by dumping into urine.

Why do you come here? Apart from your own bizarre and shizophrenic reasons, you may want to visit this page for some valuable hints in Cinema, Music and Literature inclined towards pessimism, depression, dark and gruesome stuff (Add some cool elite words if you want).

The blog is intended to please me and none other, so you don't like anything, you may happily march towards the nearest urine lake. That, however doesn't mean I dont wellcome a good and reasonable discussion over things posted.

Somehow yours,
The_Hound