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Captain Hate's adventure in melancholy Oblivion and other musings

Hi.

Guess who's back?

Hint: It's me.

Today I continue on the epic journey i sent out to complete a while ago. A quest for fame, therapy and evidence of my existence. Therefore, this blog no officially has one more post. This one. Isn't it odd that a short series of words that can be found on the internet written by a hip young kid can be aware of itself? How can this post know that its the newest (as of right now, in the future this will just look silly) post on this website?


all created things are made with purpose and an agenda. Texts, films, tv shows, books, music etc nothing is an accident. Its mind control man. Thats how they get ya. Through the media, man.
Dude its like... woah... im freaking out bro...


in my next post i will dive in the a hypocritical odyssey into opinion and supremacy. meanwhile here is a picture of a friendly fellow:


You know its funny because you know that it doesn't really say fag (a derrogative word for homosexual) on his shirt. But you wouldn't know if you were blind, but if you are blind how are you reading this?


Hello?


What?

From the Darkened Deeps I Will Rise, A Paragon of Wrath and Vengeance

Dear non-existant figments of my imagination that I call readers,

This blogpost is about one thing, and one thing only: How painfully bored I am now.

I'm in South Africa on "Holiday" and my Parents seem to insist on avoiding fun as much as possible and are having a jolly good time playing family infront of their friends with horribly uneducated opinions about youth while sipping countless bottles of wine. Simply showing interest that I want to walk around the village to see what it is like but simply talking seems to be a taboo among these adults. NO. We have to sit in the ugly hotel and drink wine. Ray, you can drink a Fanta, have fun in the corner. FFFFFF...

Children should be seen, not heard.

The only time I say anything is when my parents want me to portray their forced opinions about stupid matters that I haven't been interested in for years.

We are also in the middle of NOWHERE. Endless vinyards with a tiny village with goss food and nothing interesting around for literal miles. What is worse is that my computer has broken down, most likely due to the assholery of some camel sucking horseface at school. To risk sounding like a tennage drama series I am freaking out without constant contact to my friends since my mobile has zero connection.

BAWDAWDASDAFSD

Its boring here. I dont like not being in cities. and this is the first full day. THe flights took around 24 hours. Which was fine since I didn't sa anything to anyone for that time and noone talked to me. Yay.

Reflecting, I see that this makes me sound like a complaining teenage city girl, which I really do feel like

Goddamn im so bored i could die. I am going to do my homework. and then i will DIE.

FUCK

Please Put Your Ghostly Tounge in my Mouth and Move it all Around

The title of this post has little to with what i am going to talk about, but hey, at least I'm not from Molde.

So guys and girls,

I am lazy. Incredibly so. The type that would rather use 30x more effort and time than just doing something i try to avoid. The result is a weird vicious cycle of regret and procrastination.

This is great cause im in the IB where we write 3000 word essays in a week with heaps of other homework.


B'aaaaaaaw


I like complaining. not like it isn't obvious but I thought that I might mention so that you understand that i am aware of it and im not just a cry baby. Even though, I actually am. :c

Too lazy; didn't read: B'AAAAAAAAW

Walrus Barbeque Seventeen

Hi. I'm sitting in my room on my bed and i decided to just type whatever comes into my head because my mind is racing right now and i've had way too much caffeine and normally i would hate someone who would call themselves hyper but right now im bouncing off the walls and im obsessed with large snakes eating people so ive drawn it multiple times in my "sketchbook" even though i cant draw. Dear god this is weird. Im shaking and my legs won't stand still. Skill. kill. Thrill. Mill.

rhyme, time, mime.

So me and Markus decided that the best indie rock band name possible must be Mutual Pancake Touching because it is three random words and indie folks like that stuff.

Ok Question tiem: Am I am Elitist?

Answer: I'm not sure. Is it possible to know if you are a snooty bastard if you are one. I hope im not am asshole to everybody but sometimes i dont know. I do tend to look down of some people. sheeple. Steeple. feeble. peon. farmer. Orc. Farmer. jasson statham is really bald.

Jason Statham is fantastic you know. I mean he is big build and beats people up while undressing. can you do that ? i cant but i wish i could. It would be an interesting skill like knowing how to draw. I wish i could draw. :( i cant because whenever i try i always give up and draw cartoon faces. I guess cartoons count as drawings but they aren't arty. Even though i may be half of the arty elitist couple im not that arty. Sure i watch asian films about metal men who have gay embryo sex but yeah.

So pirating movies. What is your feelings on that Ray? Well ray let me answer that question.
I dont know snow go boe low mow tow.

I feel bad because i dont like coffee goth omg RANDUM but ifeel this blog post is kinda OMGRANDUMLOL.

I am ashamed but i shouldn't be becasue im wearing blue show do moo doo lou crew sue through.


TEE HEE HE WINDOWS

AHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHAHaHAHHHHH

i apologize for this

ps. Guess what im not a robot.

OMG LOOK AT THIS

the title implys that this post is much more exciting than it probably is.

But:

Look what I made :3


http://swfcabin.com/open/1248085034

Fun in the Sun

Haiku time:

Welcome to summer,
Sun, outdoors, swimming, beaches
I fucking hate this


I hate the heat and the sun. I want fall again. Fall truly is the most superior of the seasons.
Picture is my feelings on this holiday.