Hello all! Immah back. For no apparent reason either.

Okay, these few days've been boring much. Went to school, did nothing at all, came back home, finished everything I would've done in school if I actually paid attention to the teacher(s). Whups.

Reminder to self: Get a copy of Dante's Inferno after EOYs.

Now, the lot of you might be wondering something along the lines of thus:

HUR WAI AR J00 ONLAIN J00 IZ SAPOSD TO B OFF WH4T I5 WR0NG W1TH J00 J00 5UCK5 1 4M 1337

Hence my answer to such a logical, sensible question is something of the lines of: Purpose! I abstain, but for what purpose? We do what we do, but for what purpose? Purpose, purpose, purpose.

Thou saith: To concentrate on studies! Can I not concentrate on studies and play at the same time? All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy, after all. As much as one makes use of his day, one must also not neglect his night.

Thou saith: To prove to yourself that you are strong-willed! If I am strong-willed, do I not know already? And is this strong-will applicable to subjects devoid of purpose, or would it, in such a case, be transformed into blind fervour? And then again, prove to myself for what purpose?

Thou saith: To show them your restraint! For what purpose? If they understand me, I need not show any restraint for they know me for who I am. If they do not understand me, nor seek to try, then show is meaningless. Why prove oneself to society if one already knows one's constituents?

Hence I gladly declare, I cast away this heedless purpose, lest I be accused of motive.

Rather, I shall make time for both, that I won't go overboard on either side. What joy! WHAT JOY. *launches Dark Crusade* You'd think I spent the past few days of abstinence trying to justify the breaking out of my abstinence. BUT YOU'RE WRONG.

Here are a few sentences to 咀嚼 on!


What one can describe in a portrait, one should not waste a thousand words painting.

Is capacity for insanity prerequisite for pursuit of deviant knowledge?

P.S. I celebrate my first lucid dream since my Reformation. :D

Azazyl

Stench of humanity,
The rot of those fair.
Despair!
Of lost sanity and
Dreams never there.