since I claim in my bio I'm an author of short stories here's something i wrote in 2024 and then didn't finish Edelweiss mort Count Ståhlnacke wrested an Edelweiss flower from the pages of his book containing dried botany. He read on its leaves ”A lion’s paw is my Latin name, I speak of freedom, solitude and the lofty mountain range”. Ståhlnacke was born a Leo, and regularly appealed to his zodiac as a testament to his character. ”As above, so below” he thought to himself. His friends, back in those reckless, mediocre and youthful days, had given him the epithet Svea Trismegistus, due to his affinity for weaving together esoteric relationships between phenomena seemingly unconnected. The Count had a unique ability to aphoristically sever the world into a thousand fragmentary insights. Whenever he understood something, he guarded the insight heavily, mostly for fear of slaughtering its significance with the nervous convulsions which permeate those who have to hide sacred intuitions from the plebeians of the terraneous realm. As the Count envisioned, he had built himself his mansion, to soothe his excessive and Byronic taste for adventure. Ståhlnacke lavished on his palatial elysium the most gorgeous and depraved constructs of wretched beauty. Two large mahogany doors creaked sternly everytime the Count entered his Thebaid. There he stood on obsidian plates imitating Belstaff quilt. To his right stood a marble statue of the Egyptian beauty whose presence announces itself in the admonition that ‘’the beautiful has come’’. The life-like sculpture of Nefertiti still sent shivers down the true warrior’s spine. He would rather face an Indian army of 9000 war elephants than the sirenic eyes of Nefertiti. The statue stood holding an apple, a scepter and an Egyptian book of the dead. She guarded the chateau and decided whom to welcome or banish. The piercing gaze of her beautiful eyes could spell death if she suspected commision of the sinner’s sin that only the most arresting lady in the world could preside judgment over - ugliness.

real.

"The largest denaturalization effort in modern history"

« Voir l’extrême droite gagner du terrain partout dans le monde »

"Let nothing trouble you; smile to the very end, even if that smile is but a mask you hold before yourself: that is no small thing. Man can do no more than overcome himself in death. And even the immortal gods envy him this, against their will." — Ernst Jünger

When your boss finds you drinking on the job so you have to explain to him that Hemingway said an intelligent man is sometimes forced to be drunk to spend time with his fools (I got fired)

“Make mistakes of ambition and not mistakes of sloth.” — Niccolo Machiavelli

Something to think about.

the best way to honour steve is by making something wonderful and putting it out there

Younger generations will work their entire lives in poverty to pay for boomer social security, illegals welfare benefits and Israel’s wars. This system is broken.

I just realized my favorite song right now is a Splice loop

I am relentless because I have seen what happens to men who stop believing there is more for them. the fire that once drove them becomes a memory they occasionally bring up over dinner. men my age already talking about their best days in the past tense. I cannot accept that for myself. I refuse to spend the rest of my life looking backward at the person I used to be. I will not. I will not.

You need a pure soul and a sense of humor to survive this faggot world

Carl Jung said: