Politically living up to the title.

I don't remember why I wrote this or when, or what exactly I was on, but this is one sentence of many against Presedential hopeful Barack Hussein Obama.

"We really have to realize that government involvement should be kept to a minimum to reduce its negative affect on the populace which leads to bad circumstances that get the population demanding more big government intervention in their lives which would eventually make the US a pseudo dictatorship which is the last thing we want because then the big government would be micromanaging our lives, thus eliminating practically all private interest and incentive to be better than the rest since the government would standardize the amount and quality of care available to any citizen no matter income level or anything, and not with the high quality of care we are used to which we would not get because doctors like my father would not have the same incentive because everything would be standardized and regulated which is NOT how the medical profession is meant to be, and that is why we can't let someone like Barack Obama get elected, because we simply can't afford such a policy for our nation."

On second thought I'll just add all I have of the epic at the moment. Watch my About Me on whatever site I happen to have one for updates to this.

Depending on my mood I'll be writing other genres of stuff, although undoubtedly some (or much, depending on how easily you're offended) is inappropriate to post. Most of what you really want can probably be acquired (if you know how...) through contacting me.

So, another post of what currently exists of the Nameless Epic.

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There was nothing left of the town of Hæpenskäg. All its buildings were dilapidated and abandoned; whatever animal life that had inhabited them had long since fled, uninterested in remaining so close to the Eye. Nidivisen could see it all in his head. The Persuader could well have passed through here...he or his leiges, his minions, his countless, innumerable brainwashed forces. To set his mind at peace he decided the Persuader had in fact sent an expeditionary force rather than cross through this barren, desolate steppe himself. Surely no such enigma could tolerate this town with nothing to offer in the ways of clues relating to the Eye. Nidivisen pondered the exact nature of the Persuader's threat as he walked slowly down the main street, hand on axe handle, furs drawn tight against the sudden chilly wind, observing closely all the buildings, homes, businesses in the small town. Only now did he realize how the town's residents were caught unaware by the curse, only now did he begin to think about the close-knit community disrupted by the possibility of the forces of two massive armies giving battle to each other right in their backyard. Stopping now, Nidivisen sensed something unusual being carried on the wind. It was, in fact, a smell, the first different scent he had experienced in several days. It was a welcome change from the smell of his furs, the smell of the bread and dried meat they had with them, and the smell of spring water they had brought with them all the way from Ädelsagen. This was the smell of - and here he paused a beat, slightly confused - the smell of livestock, their excrement mainly, but livestock indeed. He remembered this from walking the streets of Ädelsagen, the vast farms outside Tyrytia, and the market at Osthyria whose selection never ceased to make his mouth water. "Come," he shouted to his companions, with strange new enthusiasm, "I have found sufficient want to stop and rest!" [...] But alas, as the noble souls approached Jotunheimsfærden, they felt strangely alone. The curse of the Great Silver Eye was real indeed! Nidivisen noted with dismay that his companions no longer seemed connected mentally - and seized the opportunity to consider his own capabilities. "Could it be," he wondered aloud, "that we men are not meant to interfere in the affairs of those who would abuse the power vested in them?" Arhyt cocked his head to the side, taken slightly aback. "Nidivisen, my friend, surely you are not entertaining the idea that all power corrupts! I hope we are meant to right the wrongs that have resulted from such abuse of the Eye, I surely do hope..." Silence fell again, and Nidivisen tried in vain to connect with his companions. Arhyt was totally cut off, albeit probably of his own accord, his own wishes to shield his inner desires which almost definitely differed from those of each of the others. Erik and Symon were completely silent as well, as they had been for countless hours, their stony eyes fixed on the fog-shrouded horizon. Rytin and Eski, however, seemed in high spirits, though Nidivisen still struggled to recognize a mental link to them. "The curse." he said. "I do believe it, to be sure." Rytin laughed out loud at this remark. "Of course, you sot! How could you deny the existence of an entity which resides all around us! In fact, I'm beyond certain that the curse is in our very souls at this moment, having been in this wretched place so long." Their surroundings did indeed seem somewhat close to wretched, despite the confusing sunlight all around them. There was a slight white haze obscuring their vision at this moment, but only so slight as to cause them to wonder what was several hundred paces around them on either side. The horizon was completely shrouded in the white fog, which Nidivisen had begun to think would cause them difficulty in reaching the great city. In fact, the fog did appear to be becoming thicker. "Symon!" he said suddenly, "the map! Where is your map?" while drawing out his compass, and holding it in the palm of his hand. The needle spun wildly, and Symon rummaged through his saddle-bags, drawing out a large folded piece of parchment. "This map extends only out so far," said he in his low voice, "and I do recall giving you a no-guarantees warning." Unfolding it, he nodded slowly. "We are indeed on the right course," he stated with a glance at Nidivisen's compass, whose dial was flitting rapidly back and forth, "and I predict we shall arrive in under a day should we decide to move faster. Personally I see little point in a hurry, but we shall progress as you so wish, Nidivisen." Symon was silent again, though looking at Nidivisen with an expression indicating he was expecting some reply. "We shall make haste if you so wish," he said, looking at each of his companions as he said it. Arhyt laughed again. "I would much rather be in Ädelsagen, much rather never have left. It has been so long since I've laid eyes on a maiden that any whore would suit me fine as of this present time." Erik chuckled at this remark but said nothing more. Arhyt continued, "If we should hurry, all that will happen is we will arrive in the great city of Jotunheimsfærden earlier than we are expected! Whether or not that will bode well for our reputation remains to be seen, I would presume." Rytin scratched his head. "I respectfully suggest that we move at a slightly faster pace, so as to allow us to replenish our food and water sooner, and to allow our friend Jyn. Arhyt to know once again the companionship of a woman for a night, on a night closer to this one." Nidivisen smiled, and agreed, and they mounted, and set off at a leisurely pace yet twice as fast as walking, pressing on through the gathering fog. Jotunheimsfærden lay only a day's gallop away at this juncture, he knew. It was not too much to ask, nay, hardly a difficult request to make of the noble adventurers accompanying him, that they cease to make so much haste! For as Nidivisen strode on beside his shining mount, he noticed the encroaching white haze on the horizon, and although he knew it posed no threat, the legendary warrior felt deep in his heart that they would be safe through the will of the gods. Remembering also the apparent lack of mental connection amongst his comrades, and the fact his own spell had fallen flat with little outward effectiveness to behold, Nidivisen resolved to complete the journey with no time to spare whatsoever, so as to confuse those with him. It mattered little, indeed, to him, whether or not their minds remained intact. The Great Silver Eye would see right through whatever sort of barrier behind which they, and indeed anyone, would hide their thoughts, their deepest secrets. Nidivisen reflected, as he admired the shining hair of his horse in the dying light, on his immeasurable luck in facing insurmountable odds thus far - the haze, the Eye, the Persuader - he could not possibly meet his match in them. [...] "Alas," thought the Eye, "alas...ye of noble lineage, ye born of Vikings, thou shalt experience firsthand the corruptive nature of hubris! Though thine mind be in a tumult, a rapidly fluctuating mix of esoteric thoughts and visions, thine eyes see clearly only what they deem necessary to see, and I, who see all that is, shall make sure this is your downfall!"

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Watch this space...

I used this elsewhere and will preserve it here if you still wish to read it. I plan on doing another update of my About Me towards the end of July. This month, particularly these next few weeks, sees my 16th birthday and my highest-paying theatre job yet, so that means I'm in a good mood.

Without further ado, the old 'About Me' I used...

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I am.

Other than that, no, and the sky shall rain fire and sandstone.

You see that monument over there? Tis dedicated to me.

I don't think 2 girls 1 cup is real shit; however, Chevrolets are.

No, I can't stand for long periods of time or walk in a straight line, but I can play the guitar in ways you can only dream of.

And then, out of nowhere, our physical surroundings dissolved, giving way to vivid images formed and forming in all our minds at once, and we were all spiraling downwards into the pit of psychedelic mystery; ecclesiastical references seeming more and more out-of-place as we metaphorically made our way at an unknown speed towards the final test of our perception of all things that are, and are not, and will never be, and yet will always manifest themselves in our mutual thoughts...

Where has gone the bygone era where only fools found refuge in the shadows of their own hearts the broken appliances need thrown out to better serve the greater good? To be or not to be, surely that could only help the fire below consume all that we ever worked for which would eventually crumble to dust, for to dust we shall return. I have seen the grim prophecy, what's this white haze, it's a figment of my imagination of course! What about the ponderings of a worthless simple man stuck in the last dead world's dying light, can he see it too? There was the fantasy. Let me dwell inside your world of dreams. Midnight came and sucked up all that she ever hoped for through a thick glow in the dark straw like the kind from Friendly's. Yes I have been drawing, he said, when I noticed the walls were covered in Sharpie. It had a brilliant luminosity, the car drove a thousand miles to be tonight there where over under side right the only thing. Frog dashboard. Leather case for the didgeridoo! Please?

Bear with them always and never let them go; your friends are the only ones you can confide in and confine you in. Thirty seven breaks the fish hangs the rope the advantage.

Now $4

Begun the novel?

Hear the psychedelic ramblings of the aged phonograph. Let them envelope you.

Like I said 4 kyääti määtä. Si empi kälä lindroos sutella. Only the white wizard can save you now!!!