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ok. so it's probably a good sign that you're losing it if you feel someone poisoned/drugged your drink.. that's pretty logical. But, what isn't logical is that it happens after you tell them all your "delusions". What I thought doesn't matter. It may be right. It may be wrong.



The fact of the matter is is that it made the direction of my path crystal clear. It's a well known fact that we all have reocurring dreams about following around black snakes...(okay okay, that's just me..) but I don't exactly feel haunted by these dreams. Things kind of snapped into focus when I was laying there in a state near death or catatonia.



There's usually a couple ways to deal with feelings like this.. The first time I was scared and I wound up in the hospital. The second time I wanted to know "why?" and again I wound up in the hospital. This time I do not fucking care about anything! Third times the charm and I feel that getting severely severely angry is the correct emotion. I've come too too far to be killed by some bottom of the foodchain serpent.



Techological advances have come too far for me to throw in the towel ~.o I love infared. I could look at the pretty colors all day. predator is a good example of this. I wonder what these serpents that haunt my dreams heat signature looks like.



I've never been one to be a martyr but at this point I feel it's late into the fight and I'll lose due to scoring. I have to win by knockout but the problem is I'm a pacifist. I wonder if the competition will punch themselves out enough that I don't have to hit him to knock him out :P

I'ts becoming more and more apparent that I'm as tough as a coffin nail. I feel horribly insulted that something this weak could actually be percieved as plausible. I've been trained by old Sith Lords. These ancients know the ways of the force. They see something in me and guide/train me along my path.



This little petty fued is water under the bridge and merely gives me something to do in my off time. It's not my fault a void had to be filled on this site. Sith Lords are the only ones privledged enough to perpetuate evil if they choose to do so. Not all these people who are barely force sensitive or incapable all together. Now, if you'll excuse me i have some work to do. Being a walking labyrinth isn't easy and I have to pick up the slack round' here.



Remember: "The darkside of the force is a pathway to many abilities some consider to be unnatural".



~LordLabyrinth~

I'm having one of those fucking days! I do fine until my symptoms pop up and it feels like someone drags them out of me. I'm not sure what I did but I must have done something in a past life lol. If I fail then it's hopsital time for me... roar! Luckily it will pass with time. I just need to fucking be vigilant and patient. I'll get my oppertunity to strike back and get some footing. A solution always seems to present itself.

This is my first true journal entry without an agenda but I'm sure I'll find some way to get some usefullness out of the creative energies...



Perhaps this is a break for me and a time to relax for a change. Usually I can always draw a bit of wisdom or some kind of mindfuck but it eludes me.



I'll write about something I truly enjoy then and avoid tangling you any deeper within the shroud. [I sat here for 5 mins staring at the screen. Edit: oops] I guess my favorite thing in life is psionics. I've worked tiredlessly improving it and will continue to do so the rest of my life (I'm currently only 27). It's a perfect fit for my personality considering I tend to rub people the wrong way. They predictably of course, attack me (silly fuckers).



Energy is as easy to maniupulate for me as people (and that's pretty damn easy). Im getting very adept at deciphering who's sticking up for who, who's defending themselves, and the nature of what's attacking me. I have nothing better to do all day than to develop my powers.



I'm arrogant, but who isn't these days? I train rigorously like a Bruce Lee and Albert Einstein combined and am a Sith Lord of metaphysics. The unique skills and toughness I have are beautiful indeed. This is where I'd argue what good is it if there's no one around to share it with me. But trust me, it's good ~.o



I have alot of complaints with life because I feel I deserve anything I desire. Unfortunately they're unobtainable. It's not because I'm lazy and it's a little known fact that I'm actually a workhorse. An unusual set of events put me against anything with the capability to project any sort of metaphysical manifestation. I've been fighting ever since (almost 6 years now).



Before you get the notion that I'm complaining realize this: It has made me very powerful indeed and circumstances that I hate so much have only strengthened me. Everything in my life is duality or a catch-22. I have a very simple list of desires but they're seemingly out of reach.

I find great solace in knowing this truthfully because without these things it keeps me driven and heading towards my visions (oh, the things I could tell you). I hope you enjoyed the ramblings of a senile-27 year old. I know I did.



~Lord Labyrinth~

I shook off my first VR stalker today but I have a funny feeling she'll resurface. It's intresting how women think.. I'm not sure where women get the idea that they can dress up sexy and get what they want. Perhaps other guys are just that horribly weak. Perhaps they'd take her lying and put up with it. I for one, need something more healthy. You can't build anything strong off of a weak foundation and she wasn't pulling her weight. There's plenty of fish in the sea and it makes me grimace to see what guys will go through for women when it's often times the first one who comes along. If this describes you grow some balls! I'll give you the same advice I got growing up constantly while still in childhood.



"buck up, be a man."

There's absoutely no level that the enemy won't stoop to in my metaphysical war with Schizophrenia. My favorite are the shots aimed for the heart or literally what's left of my-used to be endless love. Sure the dagger broke the skin this time but it was far from lethal. I was still able to ask questions as it sunk deeper into the flesh.



The pain only toughened me up as I asked for more since the answer still eluded me. The truth was finally extracted at the cost of pain to both parties but I had already made the seemingly horrible situation an asset rather than a liability. It was assumed the heart was ruptured and I would surely fall, but stirring up a Sith's passion is likened to a dough with yeast. If you give it the proper energy it has nowhere to go but rise.



The metaphysical war currently seems to be the same redundant tricks. I learned early that wisdom would help me learn my lessons lest history repeats itself. If this old dog doesn't learn some new tricks I'm going to put it out of it's misery for lack of usefullness/utility. Perhaps dog is far too kind when it seems to be feral in nature and incapable of being domestic/civil.

If I throw a dog a bone I don't want to know how it tastes. If you're lucky enough to hear me elude to the Darkside of the Force then I'd suggest looking for the "subtle" hint that was provided. This does not mean to respond with "I am the Darkside" or "Oh I'm Dark" because your cheap parlor tricks, child's play, and bottom tier illusions only illustrate your lack of success.



I take it very personally when people who think their sidewalk magic tricks are misguidingly held as signifigant. There's no hidden message in this, no hope for you, or pity. All you'll find is a passionate need for redemption.