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why

long-ass shit post about some issues i have, also contains whining

Just realised that there are many touchy and sincere people in the world. What do I mean? I mean that they're the ones who are deeply touched by things - whether inspirational or depressing, whatever. They're the ones who get hit hard by life, and they're the ones who choose to take it hard.

Let's do a comparison. I used to have a friend who cried when people gossiped about her or snubbed her or stereotyped her. She used to cry to me. Normal people would want to comfort her. Frankly, I tolerated her because I was bored and I kind of really wanted to know how it felt like to feel something as deeply as her.

Actually, that was a bad comparison. I'm not sure if that's a comparison at all. Anyway, what I mean is that things usually slide off me. Example: the rumours in primary about who liked who and who didn't like who. (Or whom. I am confused about 'who' and 'whom'.)

Throughout those six years, there was one single rumour about me. And that lasted all of one day. I had friends who were continually bothered by the rumours (which may or may not have been true, but I observed them and came to the conclusion that it was most likely at least partially true).

I've also had friends who were ostensibly not invited to class parties/gatherings. for some perceived... something, I guess. Mostly because they always took things personally and made a fuss about things. I was criticized about certain things too, but I tended to go 'huh yes, I suppose you're right'. I've never cried on someone. Unlike certain people.


That is not because I am, what. more emotionally mature? No, it's because I simply don't care. Which is why I'm continually baffled by the people who... write long, emotional blog posts about how the supposed 'top school' thing is horrible, how stereotypes hurt, how they're struggling to maintain stuff...


I understand - I mean, asian schools are killer. I'm not even talking about the extreme things in China or Japan or whatever. Even moderate schools have expectations, and those expectations suck.


I guess what I'm trying to say is, I don't get why people are so bothered by things. We're all dying anyway. It's just a matter of sooner or later. So we should, ideally, do whatever makes us happy in the time between birth and death. Uh, ideally.


So there's me, and I have my friends, and I like my friends, so I spend time with them. Logical steps. But there are people who veer away from enjoyable things and force themselves to study/stress themselves out. Back to point though: touchy and sincere people. Who are most often the ones becoming the stressed-out half-dead students.

This entire thing revolves around me not understanding why they feel the way they do. I, uh, empathise? I know why, on an intellectual level, I guess, but I've never felt the way they do, and to be honest it's kind of horribly fascinating to see them break down. Like watching a scientific experiment.

I feel a little detached from things, not sure if that's good or bad, or mature or juvenile, but that's the way things go. I just feel very frustrated when people start angsting instead of finding viable solutions. I mean, moderate angsting is acceptable. I used to sit in my room at night with the lights off and cry for no particular reason, but hey, life.

... I am a very cynical person...?

I have a voice in my head that tells me I'm being pathetic in a dry, sarcastic tone while I cry. In fact, that voice is there all the time, even when I get angry. That voice is irritating. That voice makes me clean up my room and look for viable solutions to my problems, or at least ways of minimising the damage. Or ways of hiding the problem.

I am at a loss as to why certain people seem to be missing that voice.

... This is not a healthy attitude towards life, is it? None of that eternal improvement shit, I want to be happy and then I want to die. Unless I happen to get some badass vampire powers, in which case I would probably wreck havoc on earth before killing myself off when it gets too boring.

... Does that count as being suicidal.

My thoughts are all over the place. Does this have a point? If this has a point, then did I actually address the point? I have a feeling that the point doesn't exist and that I'm having anxiety problems due to unfinished homework. Did I just hallucinate this problem?  

DL LINK Megurine Luka and Hatsune Miku - Shoujo Misui

For some reason no one has the off-vocal version of 少女未遂 anymore. It's an awesome song, and I know I've already put the download link in my playlist page, but that doesn't include the off-vocal, so here it is: off-vocal, on-vocal...

'On-vocal' sounds really weird. Oh, also I cheated with the off-vocal. Since none of the download links work, I couldn't download the set, so I googled for the off-vocal and found a youtubevideo (also embedded below) which linked to the original NND video (you need an account to view it), so I used nicosound to download it, then re-uploaded it for those who prefer mediafire. Because nicosound doesn't work if the original video gets deleted. I think.

/EDIT/: Does mediafire seem to be purging or something? In any case, this is a folder of songs I like. Ta.

fuck morality!

I've never been a particularly cheerful person. I mean, yes, I laugh and joke around, but it's more of a death-is-inevitable attitude, so we should just do whatever the fuck we want.

I think I can actually pinpoint exactly when this attitude came about. I think it was January, after I graduated from primary school and went on to secondary. It was a huge shift, and I couldn't cope, so I kind of retreated back into myself. The first six months of that year spawned a lot of angsty fanfiction.

Also a lot of actual thinking. I used to be scared of the dark, since it was, obviously, dark, and could hide anything it wanted. I didn't like things I don't know. I still don't, but I've accepted it.

The change actually came about because of horror movies. It used to be that I would be slightly traumatised for a few days after watching a horror movie, but one day I began thinking of scenarios whereby the movie was true and I was going to get killed.

Then I abruptly realised that if I was going to be killed, I wouldn't be able to fight back. If I can't fight back (and seriously, in which scenario would I ever be able to fend off supernatural things?), then fighting back would be futile and painless, to say the least. So I shouldn't fight back. So I should just submit and cause myself the least possible amount of pain.

(I was already an atheist, and had the belief that if one died then one ceased to exist in any way - no afterlife, hooray.)

That kind of started the downward spiral into nihilism. Which isn't cheerful in the least.

Other than that, I also started reading depressing tear-jerk stories, and engaged in activities such as listening to quietly depressing songs. Also I started getting used to gore and horror, to the point where all I felt was a slight sympathetic pain.

And I've never liked the sun. The rain is so much more inspiring. Particularly when dark clouds obscure all daylight. Wonderful.

Of course, I became a lot more sarcastic, making remarks relating to death with a smile. It's surprisingly therapeutic. Smiling is actually quite a natural expression to me, and the unnatural combination of dark humour and smiles... Very interesting.

I find myself wanting to write more and more fics whereby the characters stop caring. His mother's murdered? Okay. Someone's tortured in front of him? Fine.

Also I've started thinking about being born and not having a choice about it. Why the hell is suicide illegal?

So we're born and become conscious of being alive and then we realised that we'd much rather not be alive but we don't really want  to commit suicide because it's hard and it hurts and kind of illegal as well as fear of the unknown but life is also fucking depressing so what do you do?

I don't think I can sincerely congratulate people who are pregnant. Gift of life and all that, but if Adam and Eve didn't exist then they wouldn't have eaten the stupid apples and gotten cast out. If it doesn't exist then nothing can be done to it.

... Weddings are also depressing for the same reason. You really need a stupid certificate? Legal benefits etc and all that, but lack of trust much? If there was actual love then the certificate would be secondary. You wouldn't be so happy that the marriage's 'finalised', you'd be happy that you have your significant partner. So you wouldn't be the happiest at the wedding, you'd be the happiest when you realised the 'true love' that is between the two of you. Also you wouldn't need the ceremony. Or the wedding itself. Why call it a wedding? There isn't even


I should not be allowed to attend weddings.

But weddings are sometimes sadistically fun to attend 


I don't even believe in true love.

Oh, on the matter of suicide being illegal in order to deter people from committing suicide because 'the family'!... Are you more concerned about the actual suicidal person getting relief, or the family being depressed? If they can't handle the loss they could always take a flying leap off a tall building.

"How does suicide help those who are left behind to grieve?"

There is a fundamental issue with the way people think about suicide. Suicide isn't meant to help the family, it's meant to help the suicidal person, who doesn't want to deal with shit. Also the way that the question is phrased seems to imply that the suicidal person is at fault for allowing his poor family to suffer. Right. Sure, blame a suffering person for wanting to be rid of that suffering.

Why not blame the reason that caused the person to become suicidal? And the family be damned, the suicidal person wouldn't be suicidal if he thought that he had any other choice at all. Also chances are that the suicidal person couldn't care less about the family, because it takes a certain amount of selfishness and bravery to commit suicide successfully. Who the fuck cares about the family, we're talking about the suicidal person here.


This is a sad post. I am going to write more fanfiction in which the protagonist stops giving any fucks. What the fuck is morality? It's all about what you want. You want to be a good person, so you help others. You get satisfaction out of helping others, and you like the feeling of satisfaction, so you continue helping others. The motivation for anything is always your own desires. Seriously, why are so many people ignorant of this? Fuck morality!

/EDIT/: A pointless depressing post here.

/EDIT/: /EDIT/: All that shit about suicide being a permanent solution to a temporary problem is irrelevant. A successful suicide eliminates all future problems in addition to the current problem. Life is a problem. 

Also murder is completely different from suicide. Committing suicide isn't murdering yourself. If someone can randomly decide to make a life, then why can't that life randomly decide to end itself? I do not understand.

DL LINK Euterpe, EGOIST, Guilty Crown, supercell, so on and so forth

I recently started watching Guilty Crown (read: today) and became obsessed with Euterpe, which is the song at the beginning of the first episode. Apparently it's by supercell, whose vocalist has been changed to Chelly (or Koeda, I'm confused) and in canon it's by a group called EGOIST. Confusing? Yes duh.

Anyway, I found the song so tear-jerking-ish that I decided to upload it for people who find the other Guilty Crown songs kind of boring (TBH Chelly only sounds nice in Euterpe, I miss Nagi EDIT: Chelly is nice, I don't really like Koeda). With vocals, without vocals (aka instrumental). Also karaoke.

It's on mediafire, which is cute (I mean that mediafire is cute). If the download links don't work, tell me. God knows I'm reachable somehow.

Also I include a most useful link to the lyrics.


18/07/15 edit: re: supercell

supercell was this jpop doujin group formed in '07. main guy ryo plus like ten illustrators an stuff. they made a major debut sometime. they used to use hatsune miku as a vocalist, then changed yanagi nagi, who left to make a major debut/indie debut whatever. a more legit career somehow.

nagi's singles don't chart as well as supercell/egoist but their albums seem to be the same-ish.

supercell held auditions for a new vocalist via the online video thing, and ended up picking two - chelly and koeda. chelly bc her singing was similar to nagi's. koeda bc her singing was NOT similar. they're young af and i think koeda's face has never been seen bc she's so young.

chelly sings under the name of "EGOIST", this fictional band first created in guilty crown. koeda sings under supercell.

for those who want to use SCM/tunelist music player on blogger

edit: as far as i know, this still works in 2015

Just thought I'd warn you guys: don't mess with the html. Just go to layout, add new gadget (the one for html code), paste code, the end.

I'm using tunelist right now.

To delete the music player, just delete the gadget.

think before you judge (or as i like to call it, you can't predict the future)

In case it's not clear enough: 
QUESTION 1: If you knew a woman who was pregnant, who had 8 kids already, three who were deaf, two who were blind, one mentally retarded and she had syphilis, would you recommend that she had an abortion? If you said YES, you just killed Beethoven.


I will only be looking at Qn1.

I saw this being circulated on tumblr, and to my surprise there weren't any sarcastic or angry comments below. How can this be? This is a joke. (I'm not talking about the damnlol watermark at the bottom.)

"You just killed Beethoven." Oops, sorry. You're sure that every single ninth child of a woman who has syphilis and three deaf kids, two blind kids, one mentally retarded kid is going to turn out like Beethoven? I know it's not meant literally. Beethoven doesn't spring out of every womb that's given birth to eight kids prior to him, the majority of which turned out to be handicapped in some way.

(Fact check: she didn't have eight kids, she had seven. Beethoven was the second. Four of the seven children died before the age of two.)

I hope people understand that Beethoven, for the lack of a better word, was an accident. Not every child born and raised like him turns out to actually have his talent. There might be children living in the streets who might have been able to achieve his level of fame - however, they lived in the streets and died, instead of living long enough, or having a dad who pushed them hard enough.

(Fact check: this is often used as a pro-life argument. Also Beethoven's dad wasn't confirmed to have forced him to practice until he cried.)

For your information, a woman who's had eight kids - three dead, two blind, one mentally retarded - would be very likely to be tired of giving birth to kids who are in some way different. (I say 'different' because it's a lot less likely to make people angry - people who have kids who are deaf, blind, etc) She is also very likely to give birth to other kids who are handicapped. Wait a second and think.

Supposing that her children aren't born nine years apart (like my brother and I, which means that I practically act as a mother to him since my parents are somewhat busy), she would then have to take care of eight (or nine) rowdy children. Who all  need extra help. That mother (and perhaps father too) is going to be very busy. Very tired. Very snappish and unpleasant to be around (usually).

Add some financial problems. Not every family is rich enough to afford eight (or nine) children. My parents complained (good-naturedly) about feeding me and paying for university for nine years. Then they complained (good-naturedly) about feeding two kids and paying for university twice. Also there are loans on the house and car.

Those eight (or nine) kids are going to be very deprived. Very unhappy or jealous of the other kids who have better clothes because their parents only had to pay for one set instead of eight (or nine). And let's not factor in any possible abuse that might occur because of the stress and resentment. And let's not factor in the possible bullying which might occur as a result of the eight (or nine) children's perceived lower social status.

(Fact check: assuming you are a middle-class family, you might have trouble providing fully for one kid, let alone eight - observed from everywhere around me.)

Now, let's move on to the actual abortion part. Recommend is a good word. It is a very good word. Recommend, to advise or counsel. Recommending things is what a doctor does, because he has a degree and the patient most likely doesn't. A doctor advises his patient in order to prevent said patient from dying a preventable, premature death (exaggeration on my part, mostly it's ill health, and sometimes the illness is incurable).

Now, recommending is not the same as forcing them to do the 'recommended' action (via blackmail, physical violence, etc). That is not a good course of action to take. That may land you in jail.

However, recommend means that you can either follow the recommended course of action, and avoid ill health (in most cases), or ignore it and run straight into ill health (in most cases). Ultimately, a doctor can't make someone have an operation. The doctor recommends an operation, and the patient says, hm, yes, that sounds okay, I think I'll have the operation.

It is the patient's choice.

Long story short, by recommending an abortion to someone who will most likely face stress and disappointment by not having an abortion, you are doing nothing but laying that option in front of the patient. You are not moving your patient's hand to force them to sign their unwilling agreement to the abortion. You are telling them, yes, an abortion would likely save you from dooming an innocent baby to syphilis.

(Fact check: The (syphilis) rates are significantly higher in communities with high levels of poverty, low levels of education, and inadequate access to health care. The likelihood that the aforementioned woman will have trouble providing for eight or nine children has just gone up.)

Let's look at it again. If the woman gives birth to the ninth child, the child might possibly be deaf, or blind, or mentally retarded, or any combination of the three, or other yet-unknown condition(s). She will likely face stress. Her children will likely be be bullied. Et cetera.

If the woman does not give birth to the ninth child, there might be one less person suffering from deafness/blindness/mental retardation/bullying. I say might, because it's not a given that the ninth child will be handicapped. But it's very likely.

If pressing the red button means a 80% chance of having boiling water poured over your baby, and pressing the blue button means a 0% chance of having boiling water poured over a baby (because there wouldn't be a baby), you'd press the blue one.

That boiling water is deafness/blindness/mental retardation/syphilis etc.

(Fact check: Syphilis can be transmitted to your baby through the placenta during pregnancy or by contact with a sore during birth.)

To put it extremely bluntly: would you rather have a ninth, (possibly) handicapped baby, after eight previous babies, or to have eight babies?

It isn't even about Beethoven any more. That woman isn't even his mother, the pro-lifer who made it clearly didn't get his/her facts right. This is about an unfortunate woman and her pregnancy.

But ultimately it isn't even about her pregnancy or syphilis or possible handicaps. All right, I admit, this post is needlessly long and convoluted. But it did help to set a scenario in which an abortion is clearly the best option.

The point is, it's the woman's choice. Who cares if a million people recommend abortion to her? Hell, it's her baby, she can give birth to it if she wants. Who cares if a million people condemn her for choosing to abort the baby? Hell, it's her baby, she can abort it if she wants.

That's not Beethoven, that's her baby. That's not an established composer, that's a new baby who might be burdened with things that he/she might not want to be burdened with if the woman gave birth. Wake up call: it's her baby, not yours.

Everything about the picture, everything that it implies, is condemnable. They're trying to say that a woman who will likely give birth to a deaf/blind/mentally retarded child with syphilis should still give birth.

That's not pro-life, that's idiocy. Do they think about the child's future? What if he gets depressed and kills himself? What if his mother gets depressed and kills herself? Who are you to say that she should give birth anyway because there's a nearly non-existent chance that the baby might be as talented as Beethoven? Who are you to guilt-trip people into giving birth?

Pro-life? Opposition to the legalisation of abortion? That's not pro-life, that's anti-choice. What are the chances that the woman gives away all eight (or nine) babies to an orphanage because she can't deal with it any more?

That baby doesn't even know that it's a baby. It's not sentient. It's the same as unplugging life support. So what if some people think the baby has a soul? The baby doesn't know it has a soul. The mother might not believe that the baby has a soul.

Pro-lifers are incomprehensible to me. The philosophy behind it is noble, but it's not very practical. Sure, save human life. Good, saving human lives is good. Practical? Often, no. Let's take the scenario where the woman dumps eight children at an orphanage. More orphans - good or bad? Bad. More people alive - good or bad? Good.

It contradicts. (Seriously, why not leave the choice available, ugh, it's like you're determined to seal off every other route until there's only one way left.)

And if anyone talks about God having a plan for each one of us, seriously, I will punch you. Those are the words of someone who is so entrenched in religion that he can't see into real life any more.

oddly enough

I would like you to think very carefully about this sentence.

Now, when I, personally, think about the words "on my knees" (or "servicing", or "comes"), my mind shows me a certain kind of image. I'm not sure if this man (yes, apparently male) understands how the internet works. He could be intentionally phrasing it this way in order to come across as cool and hip - but still very Christian-y (um). Or he could be completely unaware of the innuendoes. 

Of course, one has to take into account the background image for the blog. 

It could be a child coming to Jesus for comforting, or a child 'satisfying' his lord... shiiiiit, that came out wrong, didn't it?

Now let's talk about the description: A blog dedicated to showing how Christians are making the world a better place

It might be meant sarcastically. In fact, it could very well be a satirical blog dedicated to showing off the various idiotic and utterly mindless actions of a large percentage of Christians under the cover of a "Christian" blog and the blogger laughs maniacally while Christians flock to follow his blog. How ironic would that be? the blogger chuckles.

Unfortunately, we will never know for sure. Nowhere on the blog is it said that this might all be for fun. Nowhere is it said that haha ur god sux max this is fake. But it is highly likely. I mean, with posts like this, it's highly probable that the blogger is someone who is compiling the evidence of "Christian love and humility".

Hm. Yes. Meanwhile, I shall enjoy the sentence in the "about me" section. Here are some images that my mind gives me when I think about that:

(sorry this is supposed to be a mostly work safe blog oops)

about this feeling of inadequateness

Apparently some people do productive things when they're all sad and emotional instead of just wallowing around eating food. Huh. Never knew.

The point is, now I feel immature. Not a good feeling.

Maybe I should go off and maybe write another few fics and then abandon them because of lack of inspiration and then go back to feeling immature and unproductive which will then spurn me into doing productive things halfway and then abandoning them again...

Yes, exactly, I am not ready to grow up. God, no. Walking around at home without pants is cool. So is eating all the food meant for your younger brother.

Okay wait what was this post supposed to be about again?

Productive Day!!!11! Handcraft thingies

I was lazing around on the bed when I clicked on a link and was redirected to a cute page about handcrafts. I like handcrafts. They're better than homework. Anyway, it was a cute handcraft thing. http://bkids.typepad.com/bookhoucraftprojects/2012/01/diy_treasure-book_crafts_kids_paper.html%20

I actually decided to do it, so here I am. I did the entire thing. I finished it.

I was missing several things, like glassine bags (okay what are those even) and craft paper/magazines/colour paper. But it isn't even very complicated... I just don't do magazines/colour paper/craft paper (what are craft papers seriously).

Okay, the glassine bags/envelopes thing. Since I didn't have any, and I really didn't want to leave the house to get some, I decided to make my own.

I made six of them

It's just normal A4 paper

I cut it up so that it'd be smaller

The bottom is cloth tape

I used an A4 piece of white paper and cut it into three parts. (The paper would be vertical, the cuts would be horizontal.) Then I took the smaller ones and folded them into three, then folded the folds at the sides, then glued it with glue, then taped the bottom shut. Confusing instructions? Yes. But they're not actually meant to be followed, I'm sure there's a tutorial somewhere for these things.

After I stopped cackling insanely because it looked nice, I went back to making the cover as the instructions said. Since I have no colour paper/magazines/craft paper, I used black construction paper.

I stuck the 'bags' together just like the instructions said

Though I think I stuck the beginning and the end wrongly

This is how thick it ended up being

And then I punched holes and threaded some 'cord' through

A cat clip to hold the 'cord' thing together

I glued the cord/string/thing to the paper

It's black and white because I don't do colour. Hah. Also this is how my desk looks like now:

I had fun. And I stole some of my mother's string. Because I didn't have any.

this is a secret post!!! ahahaha no

This post came about because I am a horrible, horrible person with no morals and steals pretty pictures off the internet just so that I can look at them.

Okay. Now that that's done with.

This is a very short post, actually. Just saying that if you can't save pictures from cure, you might want to install this: http://userscripts.org/scripts/show/37067

Or any of these.

A reminder here that google is your best friend until they find a use for all your data.

Also that Yuegene is an awesome cosplayer and his/her lack of confirmation about his/her gender is very sexually frustrating... I'm not entirely sure how that happens, but androgyny is good anyway.

... not sure if this can be classified as being depressed

I become really vicious when I'm angry. Sarcastic, cynical, the entire bunch. But at least it's not a mindless rage - or self-destructive. A self-destructive rage is so pointless and stupid. You end up ruining your chances. You end up destroying things that you like.

It sometimes annoys me that I can't lose control. I know I scream and throw things, but I only scream my logical arguments (not illogical insults) and I throw pillows, for god's sake, not anything breakable.

Everything's so stifling. I can't picture a future. And everything's really irritating, as a result.

Being angry is so tiring.

so my parents dragged me to a church family camp... shit

There I was, happily sitting in a corner and reading some immoral gay fanfiction, when suddenly I hear this phrase: that walk not in the counsel of the ungodly.

(The rest of the good Christians were listening to some sort of ... something. Anyway, a man was speaking to them about the Most Wise and Kind Words of God.)

It's a part of Psalms 1:1
Blessed is the man that walketh not in the counsel of the ungodly, nor standeth in the way of sinners, nor sitteth in the seat of the scornful.

I'm not sure which edition they're using, but hey. Semantics. Or should it be technicalities?

Also I include this Most Informative link to the website of a certain Victory Baptist Temple from Piedmont, Missouri.

Ungodly people are ALWAYS opposed to God and his ways. 
... according to the website, which I shall presume to be the Christian interpretation of the phrase.

Please read the second paragraph for a description of an "ungodly person". An ungodly person's life is... "not godly". They... "reject God’s way and God’s order".

Sounds similar to an Atheist. Or a Pagan. Or a Buddhist. Hm. Let's go on, in any case.


The knowledge that the ungodly has is corrupted because they do not get it from God. Instead they get it from other ungodly people or from their own corrupted imagination. Their understanding is warped and perverted because their knowledge is corrupted. This explains how they can believe the foolishness and nonsense of evolution. 


Wait. Back it up a little. Repeat that last sentence.

 This explains how they can believe the foolishness and nonsense of evolution. 


I don't think they like science very much...

Okay, but not all Christians don't believe in evolution. In fact, I'm pretty sure that most of them do, because I personally know Christians who are scientists and seriously, you don't work in that field unless your accept evolution... unless they're hypocrites, using evolution as a basis for research but not actually believing in it... which makes them a bad Christian... hmm.

So let's take the 'evolution' part and throw it, because clearly this church is slightly odd. Sorry, let me rephrase. They are Slightly Odd (and please do try to understand the unspoken innuendo here).

(Frankly, I mean that I do not comprehend how they have any members.)

 Therefore, they have become depraved – crazy, and do not know what they are talking about! 


Anyone who is not a Christian should be housed in an asylum. Yes, thank you, very informative... Once again, a reminder: Christians kind of believe in a God. Who created Adam and Eve...

Back it up a little. Are you saying that your Most Merciful and Righteous God created those depraved and crazy people? Oh, and let's not forget that adorable serpent. Your dear God created that serpent too, did he not? In conclusion: your God creates heretics (hey, sorry, not sure if it refers only to Catholics, or Christians as well)... Why? I mean, everyone's supposed to worship Him, so why make a few lonely people who don't worship Him?

All right, let's go on.

SO A CHRISTIAN SHOULD NOT LISTEN TO THEM!


Yes, they actually put it in all-caps.

Everything they say will be contrary to God, his Word, and his ways!


And if an atheist people happens to believe that one should love thy neighbour as thyself...?

Sorry, should probably stop attacking this particular church.

(But they use caps instead of italics, and that is Unsightly with a capital U.)

This is another link.

And I can't help but to think that the majority of Christians like condemning the Pleasures of Life, which is after all what makes Life actually Acceptable... I mean, really, you didn't have a choice of whether or not to be born, and now that you've been given birth to, you can't commit suicide cause that's hard and it's also illegal and stuff and that's why you need the Pleasures of Life to drown your sorrows in but then the church comes and condemns them all ohgod.

... Sorry. My outlook on life is rather depressing and I am rather depressed. I also happen to hate all of humanity, including myself, so perhaps it's not a good idea to read anything I type.

I mean, seriously, I'm Ungodly.

Also I commit the Most Heinous Crime of Blasphemy on a daily basis.

... Heresy! Kill the Ungodly!

/EDIT/: Ooops, was kind of really high and really cynical when I wrote this. Was also dying for some good gay fanfiction, which is unnaturally scarce.

/EDIT/: /EDIT/: Shit, sorry, totally went off point. Also, I don't care. Aw.