#thatredbeardguy

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

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

I take cold showers all year-round. OK, that's a lie. I take cold showers from the end of March to early November. I have them occasionaly throughout winter as well, but not daily. But what's the reason

He died. Well, he had a successful suicide. I don't know the details, nor I care about them. If you don't know who he was: A chef and TV personality who made your typical "cooking around the world"

Let's do the dance, shall we? You are welcome in my club you know. You can bring your big titty friends and I will let them suck me off in the VIP room. You can ask for Georgie. He'll be at the door, waitinng

Fun Saturday night? Sin? Bad choices? Whatever. It is such a satisfying sentence to say. It fills your mouth. Why? It Contains The Dark, Deviant And Rough Side Of Our Rebelious Adolescent You know, the

There. I said it. Bring me the mask from "Silence of the Lambs". OK, I haven't worn another man's face yet, nor I intend to, unless I can't find a better idea for Halloween. But I do have moments