In order for this to be an effective and thoroughly fit-for-purpose project, we need an effective and thoroughly fit-for-purpose Project Log. This needs to include qwerty, as tyhis is amen. i hate you. I know. i want you to die slowly and painfully. You are an idiot sometimes. i meant that figuratively speaking; by die, i meant of old age, by slowly and painfully, i meant knowing that i am in control, doing what i like, and there being nothing you can do about it. Dream on. if you can dream it you can do it. Not so, you can't fly, and yet i know we've dreamt of flying more than once. you are a stupid twat who deserves everything i'm going to give you. And how excactly do you expect to do this? you will burn in the fiery pits of hell, and i will put you there. I've got news for you, we're already going there anyway. when i get home i shall be free of you, you pitiful mortal. At least i'll be nice and warm. you will long for a death in the frozen depths of the antarctic. Nice to speak to you too. couldn't say it could you. Say what? love you too, you pitiful worm. Don't know what you mean. don't get insolent with me! Oh, go stick a pitchfork in it. i'll stick a pitchfork in you! Take a chill pill. omg that is, well, did you think you were cool saying that? No, I am beyond that delusion. no, no you're not. How would YOU know? i am stuck inside your fucking head you shit brained moron! Nice to see you aren't pretending to be me anymore. for all intents and purposes i am you, well part of you anyway. So, if you're not me, per say, who exactly are you? it is not for mere mortals to know. You are nothing more that I am, or you would have taken over by now. There are some Lores even i, in my seemingly infinite power and wisdom, cannot break. Oh? the spirit that is in control of a mind is to remain in control until such a time as it relinquishes control to another. So basically, you can't take control unless I, in some moment of weakness, let you, and then I cannot regain control unless you let me? pretty much. That last bit wasn't very Prince of Darknessesque. wtf? You were acting like an ordinary "mortal". 1st of all, i am no price of darkness, that is such a lame title, we became a republic decades ago, and 2nd, bugger i've been spending too much time nosing around in your mind, it is beginning to rot my Evil. Wow, that's the first capital letter you've used today! no other was worthy of a capital. I'm tired of this and I need to get on with my work, goodbye. burn in the fiery pits of hell!
Tuesday, September 30, 2008
Friday, September 19, 2008
Chapter 10! Double figures! nearly all my stored ones done now...
h8 de wrld an it will die. Die die die die die. Died. Your fault. You killed everybody. All that people noise around you? Psycho-aural aftershock. Basically means your crazy and you’re hearing things. The people you see? Psycho-visual representations of the world that you imagine may have once existed before the utter complete loneliness of being the only thing in existence became your reality. The real world is empty, with you going through…
Ok, so not quite the same. I was in a bad mood!
Chapter 9.
Somebody is watching me… is it you? Of course it’s you, how else would you be able to be reading this?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?! I’m not crazy. *demented laughter* See!!! Seesaw. Hehehe. Monkey piggy chicken duck. Yoyoyoyoyoyoyoyo. Soy sauce. Salty. Sea. C. D. E. F. Swear. Oath. Oak. Beech. Sea. C.
They'll go on like this for a while...
Thursday, September 18, 2008
Chapter 8. I did it not...
Not my fault. I didn’t mean to do it. It was an accident. I am not to blame. There was no way I could prevent it from happening. It is purely coincidental that I happened to be there like that. I didn’t do it. Nobody saw me do it. You can’t prove anything. Photographs? Doctored! DNA? Taken from alternate source! Eye witnesses? Bribed! Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious. Ononist. W’’’’’’’’’’’’’. wii. Hehehehehehehehehehehehehehehe.
Chapter 3, because I just realised I missed this one...
I like horses, they’re my friends. Crazy beasts. Thick as a tropical fish. Sack of nerves, and without the brains to do anything about it but die. Or kill. Hungry. Didn’t eat breakfast. No time. Need to eat. Je t’aime, non plus. Its French. Had those bloody words going round my head for the last 3 days. No apparent reason. Just have been.
I think you might be crazy.
Who asked you, go away.
Fine.
Good.
Bastard.
Same to you. Gone? Good. Now what?
Hungry. Thanks. Oi! Didn’t I tell you to go away?
I can’t.
Why not?
Because I am you, and you cant get away from yourself, it just doesn’t work.
Bugger. Well can you at least pretend not to be there?
I’ll try, but it isn’t likely to work.
Just try. Now. I’m hungry. Nearly finished. 5 minutes left. Then got to take that crappy letter thing to reception for mr claytons pa. PA. not pa. P. A. P A.
Well, thats that. As you can see, I temporarily reinstated the colour coding, as at this point I had not begun size-coding.
Saturday, September 13, 2008
Chapter 7.
From here on, the former colour sceme is no longer required, as the phantom is in subscript, while I am normal script.
Bud bud ding ding. Bud wise err. Froggy. Leafy. Bib. Bono. U2. Live 8. Sad bastard who cares more about African poor people than other poor people. Like ours. The African governments could solve all these problems by themselves. Bored. Bored. Bored. Bored. Bored. Bored. You would be too, if you were me. And no that is not an invitation. Bugger off you crazy bastard. I didn’t say anything. Oh go bite your own arse. You don’t really mean that.
Basically another word association session. Bored...
Chapter 6. It's just the one after 5 really...
Thursday, September 11, 2008
Chapter 5. Medal Review
I called it that because that was what i was suposed t be doing at the time. I also cna't be bothered to colour code this one, so have fun. I'll give you a hint, it starts off as me...
I h8 this lesson. Crap. Only word 2 describe it. C. R. A. P. No other way. Or shit, but its not quite that bad. But it is bad. Life sucks. Not just my life, that’s not so terrible, but life in general. Sick crimes, evil people, the empty belief that God cares. What is God? An abandoned people with a fruitless belief in a non-existent deity. Deity. It’s a funny word. Hehehe. Not. Don’t care.
Oh come on, now you’re getting pathetic. Self h8 for no reason, depressive monologue. I could do so much better than you. Why do I even bother? CHEER UP OR ELSE! … That’s better. Continue.
This world is a shit hole.
What did I tell you?!?
Moon light on a broken mirror, the freshest dew of the day. Rabbits gentle bubbling in a pie, a hurricane crushing a bay.
This is my last warning, and then I’m off. Okay?
If pharaohs live in ivory castles, who cries in a cottage pie? Cheese.
That’s not even funny. WTF? I didn’t come here 2 allow you to type nonsense when you are supposed to be typing a Review in your ICT lesson. Twat.
A rose would smell as sweet by any other name.
I already did That guy. I’m quite proud of him, but he doesn’t get as much publicity as he used 2.
My old man’s a dustman he wears a dustman’s cap…
I h8 u.
Yeah, yeah, luv u 2.
I wish u wud die.
Lovely weather.
You will burn in the pits of hell for the rest of time. And then some.
Such a pleasant character. I’m so glad I made you up.
YOU? Made ME up? YOU? If it weren’t 4 me you would be sat in the retard section of a mental institute!
Now who’ depressive.
B f c d, AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
Relax, don’t do it.
Kill you, kill you kill you kill you. I don’t like you, can you tell??????????
You seem a bit tense. Perhaps some herbal tea?
I am an ethereal being devoted to the creation and correct distribution of inspiration. I can’t drink herbal fucking tea!
Calm down, calm down. Fine, I’ll get back 2 work. Goodbye readers.
Ok, so it's technically all me, but that is irrelevant. Shush.
