The Goddamn breakthrough

After years of indirect and quite passive searching I have finally found a place where I can publish without having to sell my soul completely.
For the beauty in all my intelligence and intellect, I still have my limitations of which I am painfully aware – quite literally.

It is hard to motivate oneself doing something without a clear passage. That comes from my situation. I hate travelling unless I can plan basically every minute of the trip. It never goes as planned, but that false sensation of safety is the reason why my travels often end up even better than planned. It is all about confidence.

Now I can actually see my journey taking shape.
Thank you my friend, you gave me the key I needed.
You know who you are. ^^

So my publishing on my website will decrease drastically for a while in favor of this endeavor. There will be no more stories published for a while.
I will still write content in the music section, since that is more a therapeutic exercise than actual work.

My main blog is mainly for rants and me being angry, which I am quite often, so there might be content there still. But the podcast is down for now, also the movie section. Simply because I have to reallocate my time.

I am getting out of this fucking nazi country, but there is a bit of ground to traverse before that happens, because of the complexity of my situation.
They betrayed me as a citizen, and that will bring food to my table if even only a third of my plans succeed.

That is apparently why I have worked so hard to getting myself hated by certain people – according to my overriding consciousness.
Being subjected to hate is the greatest inducer of the creative spark I know of. Because now I have something that unites my structural integrity of the mind. A common cellular and neural enemy.
Something to launch the literary nukes at.
Someone to linguistically murder.

Finally I might be able to actually earn money on my greater content which I never published online thus far.
And that without compromising the integrity of my creativity.
For once the future looks slightly brighter.

Even though the planet dies all around me.
But how was it that expression went?
Nero fiddled while Rome burned
And in my interpretation, “fiddle” is not to be in lack of care of the surroundings or loitering around, it is the most intelligent action to take when one realizes that any other action is futile.
Why “burn out” when nothing can be done anyway.
Thus enjoying the moment in rejoice is the action of the (truly) intelligent.

But then again, takes a certain mind to see things from more than one perspective.
So if my publishing on this website becomes even slower than usual, it is because I am busy fiddling in tune to the great Apocalypse.
Because she is fucking mad right now alright.

We, who not deny the animal of our nature
We, who yearn to preserve our liberation
We, who face darkness in our hearts with a solemn fire
We, who aspire to the truth and pursue its strength

Are we not the undisputed prodigy of warfare
Fearing all the mediocrity that they possess
Should we not hunt the bastards down with our might
Reinforce and claim the throne that is rightfully ours
Consider the Gods we could be without the grace
Once and for all
Diminish the sub principle and leave its toxic trace
Once and for all

For once I can relate completely to those lyrics.
Linguistic proficiency is a weapon in the practice of informational warfare.
Textual. Nukes. Will. Be. Launched.