A Trickster God Blog: October 2011

I live Again!!
Yes!
By God, how many demons had I to slay just to come back home, to my beloved Blog?

Dastard Demons
and their vitamin-C-stealing evilness!!

The bloodshed, the intoxicating miasma of neglect, of responsibility.

So much has happened while sickness ruled the days,
Yet here I am with more power then ever before.

I have never been so sick in my life. Healthy Li'l 'ol me who makes a habit to splurge on antioxidants and vitamin-C was caught off guard by some mischievious spirit that somehow kept the beloved Orange Juice out of sight, out of reach, out of mind into oblivion while tricking the Trickster to go out in the abominable cold to visit the OCCUPY Wallstreet site.

Was my quest for Antioxidants... in vain?

Devious spirit that has now been slain!

You have spoiled so much of my days, turning inspiration and awe into my tragic weakness.
I would kill you twice were you not worthy of a Shakespearean play!
The sickness, however, was the start of a defeated era, for whence I returned to health, my kingdom of schedules and goal orientations witnessed a taste of self-destruction.

To this day I have no idea what the cause was. I was just fumbling, mumbling, sleeping awkward hours, workless, timeless, effortless, clueless and almost half-dead.

Not since Hi Skool Had I felt so dead
must resist video games...

Despite having been bested by that wicked time demon, with her stupid time-spilling sorcery and necromancy, I was still able to become more powerful and further my plans for this world (cue maniacal laugh).

the POWER!!
behold my true POWER!!!

Powers...?
Yes! By Zeus, where did all this power come from anyway?
Is it because I've kicked so much pessimistic butt in the recent period, while the entire world slides into bankruptcy blacker then hell?
These old people are so pessimistic, I mean talk about DEAD!
These guys are so dead-dead-deaddidead-DEAD, you'd think a zombie apocalypse would compliment the financial collapse.
Here you have an entire movement of young, ill-informed kids spontaneously taking to the streets to protest the lack of leadership against these robber barons that have turned the economy into a Las Vegas casino, with only the knowledge of knowing THEY HAVE NO FUTURE under such a parasitical game...
And these crusty old farts can only slump and drag their droopy butts to the car and say, " O nothing'll ever change."
"O they're just some stupid kids that don't know what they're talking about."
You old farts, shut up!

You useless baby-boomers, you've had control of the nation for so-and-so years, you've lead this world into hell. You're lack of giving a damn and disregard of this financial imperialism that you so fervently worship is the reason we're in this end-game crisis in the first place.
Useless, pessimistic baby-boomers, you're generation made a killing selling its souls for fruitless, finite things-- you and your finite pleasures, letting these Banksters run a muck in your government while you tried to sex up anything that moved.

Yes, the ultra-democracy of OCCUPY might be nonsensical, and they might have no clear direction... and perhaps are even worst off then the Pee party explosion last year...
and yea, their camps are filled with anarchist and potheads that feel their opinions matter when they honestly don't...
and perhaps they don't get anything adequate done because of such an ultra-democratic, everyone-must-agree system of decision-making...
And yea, it might probably get taken over by some insane orientation like the pee-party last year because of its extreme liberalism...
But dammit!
Dammit I say, and say I again, this Damn movement represents a desperate thirst of an era for some real ideas to recapture the world, that man might be able to freely practice his inherent creativity and make science once again the central focus of our economic endeavors.

Now's the time to raise our instruments of creation and scientific thingamajigs and coffee mugs, now's the time to raise them with dignity, and fight for a real future, a real economy, a real scientific nation, a return to humanity!

So THIS is where my power is coming from...

It's so beautiful...
So... beautiful!

Powers!
But of course, I cannot neglect my other sources of power!
I've developed my Drawing skills, which itself has been a thousand inspirations for me, for I knew not that drawing was a learnable art. More freedom to me, and I'm this much more closer to completing my plans, heh heh heh.
And the same with my music work! My singing at the church has improved drastically, my sight reading... but I must master the art of making it, by Loki!
And Shakespeare! My friends have finally committed themselves to reading through shakespeare with their best, Elizabethan effort.
All Avenues of creativity are pouring into my veins, soon I will be able to take over the entire universe!

And then I shall make a paradigm where coffee and cookies are the building blocks of all life,
Yes...
Yeees...

But, most emphatically, my new source of power comes from a legendary Blogger, who found my destiny of utter takeover worthy enough to be credited some substantial creed.

The Eagle's Aerial Perspective is an awesome blog, one of the first ones I stumbled across and have been hooked ever since. It's rich, versatile, and a-plenty and am very honored to have received recognition from Ms. -name withheld- despite all the activity she braves against on a day-to-day basis to conquer her goals and vanquish those daily obstacles that try to deter us from our destinies.