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Not me, this. This blog. Not sure why. Pleanty of time to write, but still.

Nothing I want to say really fits here? Maybe. Want something new.

There is something new. Started something new. A new one.

No comments here anymore, so to whom am I saying this? Don’t know. Just in case.

Might come back.

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Posted by on Wed, 08/May/2013 in General Announcements


The Royal Son

Well, I had this idea of a New World, in which there are seven/nine deities which are very real. Each deity has its own House (except for the last two, who have a united House). That’ll do, for now.

I wrote this today.


The Royal Son

The Council of Existence was gathered. At its head sat the temporary Lord, brother to the late Lord – who died of a terrible disease which, at his last few years, made him appear so ridiculous everyone was now avoiding mentioning him or his illness, fearing to burst into a long suppressed laughter – and uncle to the current rightful Lord, who was, as the servants began to call it, ‘youthfully absent’, roaming the lands which were his birthright and those beyond them.
As much as he enjoyed undermining his nephew’s titles, at the times in which Richard needed to replace him at these Godsdamn councils he couldn’t help but feel for him. He’d gladly sleep through them, but he was afraid it would ruin the air of authority he was building should his ill-timer nephew return.
As the Council’s administrative assistant began collecting papers, Richard realised this was finally over. As if to contradict said realisation, the assistant said, ‘One more thing, my Lord.’ Richard’s dissatisfaction quickly evaporated, though, as he smiled at the thought they were already calling him Lord. ‘Well?’ he asked.
‘The heir to the throne is betrothed,’ the assistant said, looking a bit worried. Richard could hardly tell why; it was due to happen eventually, and if it did not it would hardly matter to them. The commoners loved to hear about this sort of crap, of course, but Richard had his own royal family to worry about.
‘Wonderful,’ he said dully. ‘Be sure to send my congratulations.’
‘Certainly, my Lord, it’s just that…’ He kept looking worried. Richard began to be irritated; he wanted to get this over with.
‘What is it, Bernard?’ he asked with mild annoyance.
‘The wife… She’s of the House of Meaning.’
Richard looked dumbstruck. ‘Oh,’ he said eventually. It was not unknown for the royal families to meddle with the Crown’s family, in order to get close to the throne – Hell, his own family was most notorious for doing so – and it wasn’t even rare of a sotherless heir to wed outside his own royal family – but not to this one. The Royal Family of Meaning was a known rival of his own, dating back to each of their respective tutelaries, who were said to be formers lovers, parents of the first man and woman. Of course, the House of Meaning barely had anything to do with their tutelary; unlike the rest of the New Gods, the Ghost never bothered blessing the family of which he was supposed to be a patron.
After a few seconds of bewilderment, he came to his senses. One thing had to be asked; ‘How the fuck did that happen?’ Richard looked incredulously at his administrative assistant. ‘How could you not inform me this was about to happen?’
Bernard pulled his collar uncomfortably. Notorious rivals they might have been, but the Houses of Meaning and Existence had quite a few things in common, such as inclination to curse more often than most royal families, which often had their servants at unease. ‘No one knew, my Lord…’
‘Someone must have known!’
‘They met a week ago.’
Richard looked disbelievingly around him, as if to check that the world around him was still the same, and not made of chocolate. ‘What do you mean, they met a week ago? Someone arranged that, surely?’
Bernard shook his head.
‘I see, they met – just like that – did they? What, were they whoring at the same place?’ He laughed, satisfied with his joke, but after Bernard did not reply for a few seconds he suddenly said: ‘I’m not right, am I, Bernard? Tell me I’m not right.’
‘No, you’re not. My Lord. They met at an inn.’
‘An inn? They met at an inn?’
‘The Royal Son set out to meet Her Sweetness in hope to discuss the whether, and his men stopped in an inn on the way. She happened to be there.’
Richard was speechless for a moment, looking for something to get angry at. ‘Why was I not informed that the heir to the throne set out to meet Her?’
‘You were, my Lord.’
Richard looked as if he wanted to break Bernard’s nose. ‘We cannot let this happen,’ he finally said. ‘We shan’t be ruled by a damn nihilist. The Gods know what will happen if we do.’

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Posted by on Sat, 25/Aug/2012 in Stories


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I miss hating people. Now all I have is contempt. Contempt is boring.


Posted by on Tue, 05/Jun/2012 in Musings



The Truth

It’s not that we can’t reach the truth; we’d just never know it if we did.


Posted by on Tue, 08/May/2012 in Musings, Thoughts


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There are a lot of people in this world, and yet sadly they are mostly the same. It’s difficult to be different in such a world. It doesn’t matter what you do but rather what makes you do it; you don’t choose your motivations, and if you try to change them something motivates you to do so, and this ambition is not one you picked. There are very few people who are truly unique – they are not extraordinarily smart or pretty, but simply more interesting. They didn’t do anything to become what they are, they did not choose to be so. They were led to it, by things out of their control; and yet, they are different and I am not.
Person A cannot become person B, he can only become a person who wants to be person B, and rarely does this mean actually being that. In my case, it doesn’t.

Don’t get me wrong; it would be nice to be smart or pretty, but that’s just not my main concern.

Oh, and I’m still alive.


Posted by on Sat, 28/Apr/2012 in Musings


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Leave Yourself Out Of It

When I say I love you, it means I’m happy and emotional.

When I say I hate you, it means I’m sad and emotional.

Leave Yourself Out Of It…

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Posted by on Sun, 25/Mar/2012 in Flash


My Blog

My blog is a year old.

And look at it now, all covered with purple. One might even think people enter it.

This blog is like my mind, as I said before.

It seems there are a lot of people here, but in truth it’s just me.

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Posted by on Wed, 07/Mar/2012 in General Announcements


My Life

My life is great, my life is awesome, my life is sexy, my life is the pefect woman.

I’m gay.


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Posted by on Mon, 05/Mar/2012 in Flash



For a moment, I don’t know whether I’m Peter K. or May “Red” Watson or Ally Hilonestry or The Dog or May “Gold” Watson or Alisabet Hilonestry or Mr or Mrs existenHil, but I know all these people are there on the bed with me, and that I’m one of them, or more, and that the rest of them are a part of me too, and then it just doesn’t matter which ones are me and which ones are not.


Posted by on Mon, 05/Mar/2012 in Flash


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Social Barriers

I wrote this for my English teacher; I don’t really like it, but I thought I could publish it here and see what people think of it. If anyone still reads this blog.



Chauvinism is a much known problem, yet it is nothing but a symptom of a deeper problem – and people rarely seem to acknowledge that. They acknowledge said deeper problem, and they connect the two; nevertheless, it seems to me that they regard chauvinism as something more than a special case of said problem. Even if chauvinism is the worst case of the deeper problem, and needs to be dealt, to some extent, on its own – it is the deeper problem that should be discussed, and chauvinism should only be given as an example of it.

Chauvinism is not the issue we are here to discuss, though; it is only given as an example of how people try to make the deeper problem seem less deep by making its symptoms appear like related, independent problems, rather than special cases of the first one. It does not happen only with chauvinism; racism is, probably, the actual worst case of this problem, and it gets a very similar treatment.

The deeper problem is so deep it is difficult to define; you can say it is the social barriers in our society. People are expected to do this or that, and remain in this area or that one – metaphorical areas or physical ones, mind you – because of irrelevant details, such as race or gender. They can be ‘walled out’ just because of a traditional line of thinking, just because they always have been, just because no one bothers to question the barriers, which exist in our society, and ask why they exist.

These social barriers vary greatly – they can be the custom which doesn’t allow men to express their emotions, and they can be the line of thinking which leads dictators to decided people of darker colour or different religion should be kept ‘walled out’ and be kept apart from the rest of the people. But it all comes to social barriers, in the end – to thinking that people should be treated unequally, that they should be separated; that each group of people has its own place and it should be ‘walled in’ there.

These barriers were created, and now they are kept in our society, because it is convenient for some people when everything has its place, even if it is not the place it fits to be in, even if it is not where it wants to be.

These barriers make people separated even when they don’t have to be. They make people seem different from one another, even when they are actually similar; and they will stay there, until enough people have the strength to fight them. The only solution each one of us has is to fight them as much as possible.

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Posted by on Sun, 04/Mar/2012 in Essays


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