Character Building (I) Allow me to introduce myself. I am a man in his mid-twenties. I come from a loving and caring background. Im educated. I have a promising job and the rest of my #life will likely offer the comfort many people would envy. By all accounts I should be a respected citizen and see out the remainder of #life happily. But that is impossible. You see I live inside my head rather than the 'real' world. I don't even believe the conditioned world we see around us is 'real' at all. I need bleak, depressing realities in my #life. I turn to film, music and books to provide this. I'm never happier than when I am alone to experience something out with the norm portrayed by a director or created by an author for my benefit. I think it's because I'm fed up with the falseness around me - the plastered smiles, forced conversation and translucent emotion. I like to believe this because otherwise I may be a sociopath. I'll give you an example and let you make your own mind up: A long-term girlfriend once told me about the breakdown of her parents marriage. She confided and trusted in me explaining all in great detail. She started to cry. I laughed. She cried more, I laughed more. She let out this terrific wailing sound that I can still hear this day and when I do, a smirk stretches across my face like a slimy writhing worm. You may not be surprised to hear the relationship didn't last. Not that I was too bothered, the sex had gotten stale. She thought I was bipolar. She was just needy. So there's one example. You may have judged me already but I don't care. Every so often someone will ask me why I have this incessant desire to feel down in the dumps. Why I watch and read about the end of the world, the universe and existence if it only makes me feel down. A question that only highlights their stupidity. It's not a desire to feel 'down in the dumps', it's a desire to be in a place where none of you exist. A place where only I matter. Actually that's a lie. The true answer is that if I lived like them, happily ignorant and waiting to die I would be dead already. I never tell them this of course, they are supposed to be loved ones after all. So this has been an introduction to me and I'm sure it's been a pleasure. My name is of no relevance to any of this and if you're anything like me you wouldn't care what it is anyway. I certainly don't care what yours is.

Cocktail Everything seems like a colourful crystal. It's beautiful. I won't bore you with the usual cliché about colours unknown to man or out of body experiences and the like. I will tell you that looking at myself in the mirror is both horrifying and magnificent. My features don't exist here. No eyes, no nose, no mouth. Nothing makes sense. My brain can't cope with this much unknown. There's no turning back from the cocktail now. Holding a conversation is frightening. I have no means of comprehending what anyone says to me. A true understanding of the stress and fear of talking to people who come from a different planet. I panic about how I must look to others... ***** Now I am alone and the fear has passed. I can relax. I am safe in this bubble. No one can see me and nothing can hurt me. It's just me and the aliens that remain in my blood. Take me home with you, I can't be happy here anymore.

Fish Bizarre #life is random as is the Universe. We are descending more and more into disorder. So what is the point? The only thing I am truly interested in is taking in the wonders that surround us. Enjoying the beauty of our planet and gazing up at the sky in wonder. Instead I'm conditioned to do what you want me to do. You tell me to work to earn more money for people I don't know. In return I can have my own money to buy what you tell me to buy. 'Sit in front of your television and watch all this mind numbing garbage for your entertainment. That's right, you don't need to think about the outside world or the meaning of #life, that's just a waste of your time. Just sit there and wait to die. Spend all your money on new gadgets and clothes. You need a bigger house. You need a faster car. You need these nice clothes and this nice watch. These things will make you happy.' It saddens me that we live during this era. I pity everyone who leads this miserable non-existence. I hate myself for I am as guilty as you. So I ask you, what is the point?

de Sade 2013 She has never looked more beautiful. Her cunt raw from my vicious thrust; our combined sweat glistens on her breasts; her face proudly exhibiting my cum. Does she feel shame? I care not.

Her She looked uneasy as I began to unbutton her jeans. I pressed my chest against her exposed breasts, eager to be inside her. I knew I was in a race against her body fighting the alcohol she had consumed that night but I also knew there was always going to be only be one winner. I tugged her jeans with both hands as she flinched in an attempt to stiffen her legs. The battle was over when her jeans gave way past her hips, down past her bum and slid easily down her thin legs. I moved my weight on top of her. Her hot breath inside my mouth caused my heart to race, pounding against the inside of my body almost in an attempt to escape. I slid her panties to one side with my forefinger holding the thin cotton firm against her inner left thigh as I urgently drew my hard penis from my underwear. Her legs parted beneath the weight of mine to offer a warm welcome. I was more than happy to accept the invitation.