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Evil

Evil is the avatar that represents us. The darkness that lurks within and yet without.
A true manipulable of the reflection of our souls
it is justification
It is a lying truth, a disgusting sense of realization
a revelation
a different look into a tide of inner battle.
A disgusting guise
a feeling of supremacy and changing.
If evil were an animal, be it mythical or otherwise it would be a chimera.
But not a chimera of basic design
it would have the head of a cobra, The wings of a dove, the body of a lion, the legs of a horse and a ram, the face of a beautiful woman and the tail of a fox.
The designs of which are purely to the imagination.
Evil is a feeling, cold and yet warm. It gives you easy acceptance, Then pushes you away. Damns you and makes you suffer. Wallowing in a misery that it caused to you, yet you think you caused.
In it's time of acceptance it makes you prideful, filled with false joys, false hopes, false feelings of happiness.
They feel so pure, so...sublime
Yet, You come to a horrifying realization that all that you thought and have yet to think is in fact, a lie.
When it lets go it reminds you of what you had, and promises you that there will be more
soon, in the future far from now.
But in that time of waiting it watches in glee, how you suffer in cold in pure and utter misery mixed with raw emotions of suffering, fear, anguish, malice, and odd enough avarice.
Pure avarice, wanting that feeds from you that makes you destroy yourself, a wanting that is so pure, so dark, that it is lustful
such an exclamation of puerile joy is ecstatic, and thus unjust
it produces a sensation that makes want so much, so much more than you need, than you want than you will ever have.
It makes you wish for more so much more that it is inconceivable, and this makes you bitter
then the emotion becomes cold
and you become bitter, and wish nothing more than either an immanent death or a prolonged torture filled with anguish and ecstasy.
These feelings, these inescapable ideas and thoughts
are evil,
and they consume us all.
they live within us all and they in turn
become us
we, are evil.
However, it is this wanting that continues the race.
It is this desire that makes us wish for interaction, that makes us wish for the love and affection of the opposite kind, of our family, and of our friends.
It feeds our interests, it motivates our continued existence.
And like all things evil is the change that is in continual gray.
Evil is our soul's needs
and it becomes us.
Righteousness
Righteousness is simple.
It produces a continual joy that is true and not superficial.
Righteousness is pure and untainted
It is the aspect of love and the true sense of what things truly are
not what they could be.
It is hope
It is love
It is true joy
It is true happiness
It it truth
It is pure
It is a force, an escapable feeling that fills your soul to the brim
That makes you truly smile and makes you truly laugh.
It converts your thoughts of lust and misery into a silver emotion.
Into a pure raw thought that by it's own singularity, is sentient
It becomes you, not by a force of will or a trick of your own will, but by natural reaction.
It is a single emotion that wishes nothing more but to please you.
It wishes for your affection and in turn.
You effect others
You become a force that is in fact righteousness.
Righteousness
could not become anything more or less than a force, for if it were to be anything more or less than what it manifests itself as, it could become corrupted.
That would then make it vulnerable and easily changed,
and with it's change all the works that were set before it
begin to crumble.
The love that was built,
The friendships that were made,
the trust of everyone,
and
The joy and natural feeling of the self
Evil and Righteous
Evil is easy, being good is hard
yet, at the same time good can crumble so easily, it's foundations if not strong can falter and all things made by it
fall.
However, the same principle applies to the ideals and forces of evil.
If the foundations are not stable it will fall.
Odd enough, that it is more resilient.
If one part falls the others can be saved
that is because it can adapt and evolve dramatically.
Though, one could argue that the same is true for righteousness
if one can be saved, so can the rest.
It is here we see a pattern,
The foundations
and
The charismatic survivor
By each standard the factions can have many,
and thus it is by this unique tactical advantage that each becomes irregular and strong
One foundation that can be said of evil is that it is and always will be ever-changing.
The latter can say that it is always constant.
The ideas could be said to resemble the sea and the earth.
The sea, in this case, being evil with it's constant ebbs and tides and it's ever-changing nature.
The mountain representing the constant stand of righteousness.
Both continue to fight, The mountain being slowly dissolved away and the rushing river, repressed by the overbearing bulk of the mountain,
but
what does this all mean?
If the subject of influence is indeed humankind,
Then it means the difference of measure and will.
It means a simple description without a bias and a sense of figure
it paints a picture for us and in turn changes our perspective.
Perspective,
The idea of objection or acceptance
odd in it's own way truly because it can mean a significant difference between right and wrong.
And so,
we come to our conclusion:
That the foundation, which can be anything ranging from raw emotion, to genuine interests, and more.
Influences the idea of singularity, and conception.

I know nobody is going to read this anyway

so i figured I would write whatever,

I don't understand how life works anymore. You give to some one and you hope to recieve, or is it wrong to hope for that? Should you just give and not expect anything? I guess. I suck at love i'll admit, I try and flirt like other people but everyone that I Like is taken or dissapears or doesn't care but that's life I guess. You give your time patience and love into something and instead you get kick in the face. Works everytime. I don't I guess what I'm trying to say is I'm starting not to care my self. I mean is really worth it to give to the ungrateful, conceited and vindictive? Are the pros truly worth the cons? I don't know. I wish I did but I don't so I don't want to care anymore.

and if you read this I'm sorry bitch at me if you want I'm just tired and I wnat to make an impression

Thanks I guess

There was once a small boy who had an incredible gift, the ability to pass into other dimensions. However, the boy could not control this power for it reacted on his emotions. The boy lived in a small town in a small nation in a small world. The boy was no more than 10 and was orphaned at 5 due to a horrible explosion and fire that engulfed his house in flames. The boy barely escaped with his life. He was an only child.

It is now, that the boy finds this great power.
The rain falls heavily upon the charred ground if only it had begun a few moments ago, if only. The boy looks at the wreakage that was once his home and sees giant clouds of black smoke rising from a pile of destroyed and charred wood brick and steel. Fire trucks, police cars and ambulance surround the area.

It seems that my regular posts do not grab attention so instead of being upset or disapointed I ask you to tell me what you wish me to write.

It is interesting the way we percieve things. How shallow we can be. How deep we can be.
The scale at which we create our ideas is truly immense. The manipulations we can create are even greater. write a thought any thought any thought and make sure you really think about it. It can be anything casually academic and it can express your opinion without evidence.

What is it that mkes the mind tick? What fabled feind manipulates the soul to create a folio feeling that trans form chaotic mind muck into masterpeices?

Truly it is our first drafts that show our true selves with out any censorship with out any cause to reason. Just true and pure creativity. The beauty of writing is that you are an architect to a new world or a new dream. You create the soul and scene. As well as the mood and the motion. It is by your imagination that new dreams are found and sought it by your inovation that those who you write for listen. They wait for your voice, your answer to the call of thier dreams.

As with inspiration we create. Further more it our passion that creates stories.
Write a short story but make it in one go no revision. Think about what it means and what mood it may be and tell me why you think that is and why you wrote it.

That which we do can inspire us. Whether that it is that we write, sing, dance, play an instrument, mix music, cook, create policies, create theories, or teach.

Each of these activities can become the inspiration that you wish for, or can lead to inspration.
I am personally mostly inspired by great music. The greatest of my inspiration has come from classical works, many of which are on newgrounds. Some of the best inspiration has come from the likes of Maestrorage and madboss. This inspiration however is not simple because one has to know what inspiration means to them. Does it mean that it is a great feeling, an awe-inspiring thought, a deep emotion, all three, or something completely different?

This leads to my question what inspires you?

Justify action, yet live in cowadice. This in our time how do we know? What do we live in a life that is and is not?
What are the questions that hold no answers? What is the idea that we begin to concept?
These questions are simply what they are questions but, what are their meanings what meaning must they hold if any?
No not the words you speak for they are already spoken and no not the actions that you do for they have been done.
These concepts, questions in a sea of the unanswered, are concepts with absolute possibility and the probability that surpasses the idea.
Infinite and absolute, yet incomplete. Is it finite?
Contemplate and tell

Hi!
I'm a writer and reviewer. When I review I try my best to understand the peice and understand what the artist felt when making it. I also input my opinion and How I felt about the peice. Granted, there are times when I half-ass it but in reality I try my best. I appreciate the artists for their terrific peices and sometimes I think it's just pretty funny. I try not to be a cynic and I haven't blammed anyone much because I don't watch or listen to work that is Blam worthy^ ^( that and sometimes it's so bad I just forget to rate it !)
I try to incorporate a knowledgable review and I like playing with vocabulary( that and I don't think I could talk simply even to save my own life X) I have a lot of personal endevors and I may eventually post music or flash when I get the programs. I may write short stories I have no intention of making any profit or fame from on the posts, so keep an eye on that. Well if you want the comment feel free I like hearing opinons. I enjoy thought out ones, but any are entertaining. ^ ^

What is when we think of thought? How is it percieved?How can we understand what it truly is?

I probably have the most warped idea of what thought is, and what it can do. I believe thought is the not the key to the soul but, a tool to finding the truth of all. I believe that all concepts, all ideas, all manifestations of the mind can lead to absolution! I believe that mankind was once greater, a force of power that created a truth, and that this truth is what we all secretly search for, what we have always searched for. I am a gnostic, I believe in a greater truth, a part of reality that has been missing for ages.
I can not even fathom what this truth is but I know there are clues. I know there is something we may have all missed, something that explains the vastness of infinity, the origin of thought, the unification and the revolution of reality, and the absolute unarguable truth. A truth that is invetible. A truth that defines all questions and answers all doubts absolutely, and a truth that will hopefully and eventually lead to a great and mammoth change for all. I feel this as I feel my own heart,my own senses, my own soul! I can not help how I feel or how I think this is me. bare and raw
Write what you will.