I am still here cot tamn it! I've been away, in a land where people drink chocolate for water. I've been in a place of hopes and dreams. People are strange, but cool and happy. I've been working like a

After our short commercial break, we're back again! This time I am gonna complain and bitch about the wonky, robotic and utterly disgusting body language most of you have. To no one's surpirse, sitting

(This is a testimony from one of my friends. I have tweaked it a bit to be more easy to read.) CBD Oil: Sleep In A Bottle -- The Controversial Oil That Makes Sleeping Pills Feel As Strong As A Cup Of Tea

That's a short one. Because the way you experience pain is pretty simple. Here's how it goes. Redbeard's Brain-Dead Simple Method On Experiencing Pain And Using It As Fuel To Create Unless you are dead,

Hey there. You good? Do you need a coffee? A blanket? Come and sit on my lap. Papa-Redbeard is going to tell you a story. It's not a stroy of glory and heroes. It's a story of meekness and mental constipation.

Common sense? Oh no. What's common sense these days? The bar for what is common sense has been raised my friends. Hey, not from me. From your friends upstairs. Do you remember the last time you betrayed

It takes very few things to make something beautiful. A sunny day. A rainy day. A cup of coffee. A blue table. A red carpet. Add more and you may dillute perfection. Aesthetics are about substracting.

Weird thing to say. You see, I don't like the (sadly true) stereotype of your typical writer. Boring, pretentious, intellectual. No real life experiences. He perceives the world through his pen and paper.

I am not a self-improvement guru and I pitty people who get sucked in that world. Why? Because I was once a part of it. For a brief moment, I became the slave of cheap intellectual aphorisms and feel-good

Cum and go. Clean up and leave the house. Grab my cigarettes and my wallet. My watch and my phone. Off to a night of debauchery and sexual deviancy. No time to write. DON'T FUCKING READ THIS. STOP READING

Who doesn't? I thought I was the only one, some sort of machiavellian pussy, thinking that I need to hide myself from others in case I want to rise in power one day. I was a stupid kid (stupid-er). The

One of my previous posts touched upon a personal shift that is happening right now. Expression, authenticity, vulnerability abd exposing yourself. After a short conversation with @bbblackwell, I realized

Today is the first day of my summer holidays. Instead of working in the mornings, I will be working in the evenings! HURRAAAAYYY! I am joking of course. I don't take days off, unless the circumstances

Yes, so here's the deal. I wrote a 2k+ word post. Typing my soul away, becoming increasingly cloy with every sentence. It was a masterpiece. And I deleted it. Why? Because it was too personal. It contained

I haven't been writing much. Life gets in the way unfortunately. That said, the itch is still there. I've figured it'll never really go away. I see myself writing till I am in my deathbed. Anyway, although

Seriously. I don't do sloppy seconds. I want fresh, virgin minds to plant my seeds of captivating ideas. I want total devotion and blind following. No questions, no hesitations, no second thoughts or anything

2 hours of sleep at best. Work almost all day. Everyone ticks you off and you are one "Sorry for stepping on you" before you convert to that other peaceful religion and "assimilate"

Being tired the last week or so. I have been playing chess 2-3 hours per day, trying to grind Elo. I don't know why, but I got obsessed with it moreso than any other time. I don't really enjoy games that

I mean really, how can you be sure you are not a corpse and all that is left of your reality is a maldaptive nervous system that generates and synthesizes memories? I bet you are 6 inches deep or in a

Once you internalize this completely, it'll fundamentally change your perspective about women, relationships, war, sex and politics. There are many layers to this, each one dragging you deeper to the rabbit