(As part of a project to improve my writing, I'm going to be writing automatically using the website "Written? Kitten!" which rewards so many words with a picture of a kitten. First it's going to be a hundred words, only posted with minor changes to spelling and grammar before moving towards larger numbers of words.)This is test.Personally, I could not see the edge of the daydream. This is the New...

Um...yeah. New Mibba. I see the Time War has finished and Dujo has came back from his two week holiday on Raxacoricofallipitorius. So, what do I think of it?...For the love of Sithis, I just don't care. As long as I still can post a story, ramble on about causality and debate badly on the discussion board, the aesthetics don't bother me much. I dunno. I think I'm becoming too introverted and being...

The first two are connected. Oh yeah, baby.I've been brewing a story for around two, three years now about a late-twenties/early-thirties research scientist who dies and is taken to the Afterlife. And it turns out that all those gods and goddesses and what have ya are just celebrities. God runs a talent show, Anubis has a bingo hall and Muhammed is taking a year out from his hectic talk show...

Around three hours ago, I found that blog and was reading it. Whilst a lot of it was petty name calling and unsubstantiated stories of abuse, there was a couple of aspects that seemed important to them: freedom of speech and the popularity of subpar writing compared to "better" writing. So, I started up a rather long reply regarding the fact that freedom of speech doesn't exist anyway and it...

I love Trainspotting. I watched it for the first time in ages and god, it's probably the best film made in Scotland. You can't tell that Sick Boy is being played by an English bloke either.It is weird though seeing Yaxley from Harry Potter and Obi-Wan Kenobi do smack together though. Oh well.---Anyway, do have of you guys play SKYRIM?I'm seriously addicted. Although I have lost one of my followers...

Dear Mr Fawkes,Due to the consequences of your actions on the 5th of November, you are hereby invited to a barbecue. Bring your own soul, you unrepentant Catholic nut-job!Love and kisses,King James Numero Uno AKA The Jamesanator AKA The Big Mummy's Boy in the Palace.---I'm bored out my head.Singing Jesus Christ Superstar.Thinking about syllogistic reasoning.Wanting a sammich.Needing sleep.Needing...

His name wasn't Pointus, it was "PURE MAD MENTAL PAUL PILATEY FAE POSSIL PARK."---Anyway...As I stare from my window, seeing the sulphuric stars in the streams of time, one notices how sublime it all is and why all the Romantics were totally wrong.As were the New Romantics - the piratey precursor to Emo who begat Scene and Scene begat Hipster and Hipster begat Issac and Issac begat Elvis and Elvis...

No, not me. The proper Judas.I think the poor guy was pretty much screwed over by Biblical history (then again, history is written by the victors and so on). I mean, if one was to believe that the Jesus thing was true and that he was the Son of God and all that jazz, then surely Judas should not be rejected for his actions? He was essentially a pawn. Without him, Christianity would have never been...

Love Gertrude Stein. Love herrrrrr.---I have an itchy foot. It's an itch like fibreglass hair on soft skin and it blushes red a stinging colour.---Is it bad I am now really in the mood to listen to The Reverand and the Makers?---Ahh..soon it will be a year since David Tennant left Doctor WHo. Still can't watch it without sobbing. He was the only constant in my life and to think about it like that...

Death happens. It has casualties and people will suffer. That's just life. Nothing can be done. Any bickering is essentially meaningless.---Anyway, a far more intellectually stimulating line of thought is what is a hero? Can actions or beliefs stop you from being a hero? Are heroes a media manifestation? Where is the line drawn?For me, hero is a overused word. It's why I prefer Muse (not the...

On the darkened mezzanine floora room scented of perfumes de l'amour.A girl with brightened charms on the phone"Oh, Ronnie!" she would gasp"How much my heart doth graspat the sound of your sweet songand yet I feel something is wrongmy sweetened amour""Nothing more, nothing more!"He would urge her thoughts rightand tight as her thoughts would beon the carnal underscoreof her ill-fated l'amour."I am...

I like to pretend that the world is coming to an end,. I do. And there's ...there's a feelin a some sorra wonderous feelin, aye?To look upon the urth as a baw of nothin, a futile pit of nothin and it's endin then it hus to be good it hus to be good. The pupilt of the body politick - finito. Aw the liars and cheats and theives that rule oor us, stopping forever.And life always returns to love in...

I don't know why I feel so exhausted. I haven't felt this tired all the time since I was severely anemic. And I know I am not as bad as I was then. I can't be.So, it might have something to dso with the impossible workload. And NaNo.Why is NaNo in November alongside all my assignments!?I shouldn't do it really but this idea I have is comsuming me and I think it'd help to get it out, yeah?I dunno...

I don't believe in a God. I'm not bothered if you do. But I don't believe in it.Why? Weeeeeell, I'm a Nihlist. I don't believe in any purpose to existence (sometimes this develops into full-blown solipism where I don't believe in aaaaaaanything at all. Ever. You can't prove it.) and that there is no meaning to life, the universe and everything. Like, our existance (if we exist) is a cosmic...

Ghosting.Thy Mibbian face is ghosting, due to technical difficulties with this monitor so everything has an eerie, just visible anti-matter döppelganger. Thus, my head seems to shift my perception somewhat and everything around me has a twin apparition by their side. I'm not sure whether that's a psychological affliction or just a duplicity matrix burnt into my retinas. Either way, it's giving me...

I don't think that my life means anything anymore.Humanity is so small, so insignificant. Humans are nothing but a flea on the arse of some cosmic donkey that is the universe. Nameless, dumb parasites who will die so very soon (in cosmological decade terms). I've never seen or imagined such a race to be so bitter, so wound up by their own Id-ical infatuations, to only be good for their own...

I've wrote three poems today which is a personal best since poems don't really manifest themselves like that for me. Two free verse and a sonnet which I'm not all that happy with by constructive criticism is like...saffron or a nugget of the purest green. So, I give up on it, if I am honest. Which is a shame because I'll never know if I am getting better or worse. Which...is a pain in the...

21. Getting green slime stuck in the plughole. Very irritating since Mr Muscle or a plunger can't move the stuff.20. Stookies (Plaster Casts) that Cannot Be Drycleaned. You wear a stookie for six weeks and you're expected to sweat it out and hand it into the hospital all smelly? What is this, Klom?19. The smug arrogance of the human race. Nuff said, innit, nim nim nim.18. The over-subscription to...

I keep my heart locked awayin a rusty tin boxincase your eyes go astrayand you pluck the moon fromthe stars for me.Love, love, sweet love,master of us all.You make us peasants yearnfor a life beyond our ownand yet we will never have.Damn my heart and my veins forthis dastardly romance;one-sidesd.i don't ever want to go home.I can't feel at home.It's just bricks and mortar to me.My life is the...

I have too much thoughts in my head.I don't know what sexuality I am. It's getting frankly annoying. I think that boys, girls and aliens are sexy. Yeah, aliens. And robots.Meh, but I don't want that whole 'pansexual' crap on me. Pan- is the WORST prefix in the HISTORY OF MANKIND. It's as bad as that TAN bullcrap you get in trignometry. I hate tan. I understand that it's odd, having favourite...