June 9, 2012

Weak.
Weak, weak, weak.

The providence of heroes.

Blocked on Facebook?
HA!
Still working on blocking facebook, myself. If I could drag it into the street with a handful of rusty concertina wire and gasoline... oh, if only.

Ignored? HA HA!
You think this is about YOU?!?!?
You STILL think this is about YOU?

Actually, this is TOTALLY about YOU.
It always has been.
A post here, a post there, slipped right in and you didn't even notice.
Did you?
have you been paying attention?

Or are you still having those 'issues' with currency?
How about those 'issues' with literacy?

Get me a spell-check, stat! No? Ah well, these idiots won't give two shits!
POST.

Sad, sad, little heroes. While you prance around, 'helping people', I'm hard at work!
I toil. Just like every BIG BOY.
Hard work. A daily grind.
Days so tedious they bend steel to their will.

And what do I do in my 'off' time?

Everything.
And nothing.

At once, the entity and background are eliminated and not eliminated.
Existing, not existing.

Here and there and not there or here.

Look. OPEN YOUR EYES.
Learn to read (a redundant effort. if you can't read.. how can you read 'learn to read'? and yes, I feel I have to spell it out for you).

I do have to spell it out for you.

You are an idiot.

When next we meet, I will show you 'hell'.

Metacognology: Freeing The Mind

Greetings!
I am Agent Wraith.

For this post, I seek to enlighten.
Sure, you've already got your tin foil hats firmly planted and shaped to keep out all that Scientology implores you to believe, so you might just be immune.
However, if you'd like a delightful (some would say inspiring) read, try this:

The Revolution Marches On

Before you go getting a hair across your ample backside, know this:
Agent Wraith does what he wants.
Always has.  Always will.
Call me what you will, the internet is great for anonymous relatively retribution-free snarkiness.
And let's not forget Freedom Of Speech.

I see this as an experiment.
Life.
One big experiment.
Variables, controls, catalysts, accidents.
Something is lacking though.  A fundamental change of the mind.
It's change.  And people fear change.
Humans are generally xenophobic (and stupid), so there's that.

But, if we are to progress (and there is a mouse in my pocket*), there has to be a cohesive thought to pull us toward a BEtter future.
Not a worse one.

And it has to be responsible.
There are destructive personalities out there who would throw the biggest monkey-wrench into the mix just because they can.
I'd say I'd be the top dog, but seriously, I live in my mother's basement.
And... in this world of bigger fish, there's got to be someone else out there.
And.. in this world of constant one-upsmanship, seriously?

And I am just a tiny internetizen with a penchant for poor theatrics.

There you have it.
Agent Wraith condones the responsible use of illegal 'drugs' to empower the mind for changes for the betterment of the planet.
Damn.
Hero-speak.

Bleh.

Whatever happened to wiping humans off the face of the planet en masse because they are the MAIN problem?

What happened to unbiased extinction of the human race?

Heh.  For a Zionist-Jew that hates everything (including the Aryan race descended from Heaven), I think I'm doing well.

Up next (this time for real), we look at Agent Wraith.
Harshly.

Target acquired.
Fire when ready.

Agent Wraith
p.s. Any potential back stabbers will note that Agent Wraith is incorporeal.
Your knife (unless Relic or Artifact) will have no effect.  Perhaps a ceremonial blade?

The Watcher

Odd how this song fits the current 'community'.

I sat in a shadow today, taking refuge from the heat.  Honestly, the idea of flesh sizzling comes to mind.

While I was there, I noticed several other creatures sharing the same space.

For the same reason.

For a moment, 'lion shall lay with the lamb'..

We shared a respite.  A 'cease-fire'.

Against a common foe (re: THE SUN), we put aside our differences and natural instincts to kill each other, and just tried to live.

When a cloud made walking a bit less uncomfortable, I seized the opportunity.

I walked away.

I guess I could have squashed them all under that tree.

Instead, I let them live their fantasy.

A world where we all 'got along'.

And it is fantasy, mind you.

PURE unadulterated fantasy.

Maybe humans would have behaved differently under that tree.

Maybe they would have done the same.

Maybe I would have reacted differently if the creatures were humans.

Maybe not.

AW

p.s. I still hate you despicable little filthy humans.