The Mind Fuck

There is nothing I love better than a mind fuck.

That is where you get inside someone's head so much that they loose all control and usually go psycho.

Most often there is intellectual debate at the beginning, but as with my recent one today, some people don't have the brain capacity to participate in those, so it becomes merely a matter of angering them further until they loose all reason whatsoever.

One thing I have always been excellent at is reading the inner most emotions of people, usually I say nothing or tune out. My skill is not a useful one, but when people go out of their way to hurt others out of no reason other than malice, I find a use for it after all.

I know it's wrong, but I find it so much fun to get inside other peoples heads and push all their little buttons.

The human mind has always fascinated me. I used to study people from afar, learning how much I could understand based solely on their actions, and then confront them to confirm my deductions.

I doubt I will ever loose interest in the way the human mind works.

Valentines Day

I forgot.

It's notlike it matters though, it's just another day for me, and that's all it will ever be. I'm sure it was invented by the stores to make more money.

How do I see today?

I look at it as the day the currency changed in australia in 1966, Valentines Day didn't exist then.
The day of the St. Valentines Day Massacre.
The return of RoveLive, another good reason to skip today.

I konw lots of things will happen today, at dust on top of the harbour bridge at least 20 romantic idiots will be proposing to their sweethearts. Some where some poor bastard is giving birth, and somewhere some lovesick teen is committing suicide.

Thank god that to me, it's just another day.

The Wind Master

It was an unusual night. There was no wind. I felt odd so I went outside for a walk. I heard it in the distance moving across the land like a tidalwave. I stood and looked to the east, I knew what it was, I could tell by the sound, but I had to see it coming to believe it.

The wind hit me with full force and seemed to centre around me not unlike a wirlwind. The power of it was so intense, yet somehow I never lost my footing. With it came a message. The wind was calling me, begging me to acknowledge it. The call was so demanding, so overwhelming that I danced uncontrolably in its power. The mastery of the wind controlling my every move. My head swam with the sounds it produced, my bare flesh tingled under its touch. I was intoxicated by this tornado of force, all the while the call kept crying out, 'Come to me, I need you.'

Who sent it? I cannot say, but the message was there all the same, floating on the wind, wrapped in the breeze, calling me, calling me to the sea. So enchanted was I by this magical mystry that I stood for hours in its secure hold, mesmerised in its majesty. I wanted to answer, I wanted to go. I was happy to let the wind consume me, to carry me to the waiting arms of the sea, but I was afraid of what I might find there.

What if there was nothing?
What if there was something?
Which is the greater fear?

And so I remain. I denied the wind, I denied the sea, denied the message meant for only me.
Not completely.
I sent my heart to the WindMaster waiting at the sea. Now I have nothing, I am empty.