Get to know your resident polymorph here. Or rather, click this link to see Daemon's member intro. The rest of this is POINTLESS RAMBLING. Pagan-heart, angel-eyes, demon-soul, don't care? Fall in love with Daemon's witty thoughts and expressions. That's right! Witty. Sure, I'm weird. Changeable. Eccentric. I love to mess around, but not as much as I love warm fuzzies. POST COMMENTS! plz. ^^
If one is wondering how often Daemon is online/ when Daemon may be online, look at dis down below. Also, for reference, when Daemon is online at school, he can't see the Cbox. At all. ;; Because the school's internet doesn't like to show it. So, if you're trying to tell me somethin' via the Cbox, and I haven't appeared at all, please know that I am not being an absolute prick and ignoring you. I CAN'T SEEE YOOOOU.
Ah, LANGUAGE WARNING: yeah. Language warning. if you don't like seeing lots of Fs and Us, I don't want to corrupt your pure mind.
I got up late today to see the morning sunset. >> << /:
If you're ever feelin' stupid, think of the time when Daemon thought it was a good idea to stick his tongue in a freezer.
Beautiful, brilliant. Ballistic, bombastic. Gawd, how I love language.
Cartoon stereotypes - I luvv'em. Recent one I remembered: Bad guy has an important item clutched to his chest as he sleeps? Good guy sneaks in, gently eases it out of his grasp, replaces with other miscellaneous item? Yeeah. *sigh*
I forget to use emoticons sometimes. noticed yet? and other times, I just can't stop.
There was that one time I choked on an eyelash.
I have one question. How the HUCK do I get stuck on doorhandles?
Classic fat-guy laugh from Pokemon etc. : Wahahahaha! ^^
I missed the train the other day. had to stare at a giant flippin' poster of Zac Efron for an hour, which led to the thought that he would look like a really ugly chick if he had long hair.
As would you, nods the sage elephant. As would you.
Someone I know said that if they don't eat a salad at meal-time, they feel 'dirty' inside. *epicfacepalm*
I won't always spout random shtuff. Philosophization is next on mah agenda.
One, two, three four five I'm the hunter, you're alive Six, seven, eight nine ten Find you, catch you, leave again. Why should I let you go? Because of how I love you so. How should I know what's right? It's left, wrong, right, black and white.
Yes, aye, yeah, maybe, of course, fer sure, why not, i'm in.
Simpsons quote: I wasn't lying, I was writing fiction with my mouth. xP
I can't remember what it feels like to be in love.Or to love anyone, period. Let's hear a collective 'awh. No, 4srs. i am quite changeable - thus the shape-shifting, soul-devouring alter ego. No, wait - come back! ILY! -mopes around- OK. I have a dark side. Am I an apathetic prick? Maybe. Am I ambiguous? Yes. Do I love you all? Of course. I just /don't know/ sometimes. I'd rather decipher the meaning of life the do, you know... important stuffs. Daemon lives in his own imagination.
FUCK. I gave myself a paper cut on my wrist. Emo tendencies, much? :/ I'd love to go emo simply to make a statement. Not because I'm depressed and suicidal. I'm almost there anyways: natural dark, hair, love of dark clothing and general gothic concepts...
You, the reader, may have just realized Daemon's thoughts can be very disjointed. I look back at my own work and realize I often do not finish what I have started...
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, circles within circles... Now where have I heard the latter phrase? Most likely in one of mah favorite novels. Whenever Daemon hears the phrase 'love is gained', the only thing his mind gives him is 'life is lost'. When love is unrequited, love eats away one's soul.
Instead of saying 'you' when giving an example, I say 'one'. Rather old fashioned, I may say. Would you like my cup of tea?
Naw, I don't love anyone. My family? Can get screwed.
LOL i just imagined my sudden violent suicide and the discovery of my multiple diaries... like this one. First thing my mother sees is 'my family can get screwed'. SRSLY. Well done, Daemon - give yourself a slap on the back.
Suicide, not for me. Fits in with the 'emo scene' look, but I love life. I mean, I do have a rational suspicion and fear of death and afterlife, if it does exist. As much as I hate people. life, and religious concepts, i just can't find the right words to describe this. -leaves statement to stagnate-
Yeah. I don't like the human population in general. It's not some peeps' fault if they are stupid. Or act stupid. Or are douchebags. Or are mean, hateful, greedy, selfish, evil, shallow, uncaring, etc. Hey, look who's speaking. I am uncaring myself on the inside, yet the reach of my compassion is infinite. I respect people who respect me. I feel pity even if the person being pitied doesn't want to be pitied - I can't help mahself. I can't describe the love of friendship, either, which far outweighs the love present between my parents and I.
My heart is as black as coal, yet white as snow...
Striped, perhaps? Like a zebra? Or checkered like a chessboard?
“” Mind of shadow; heart of glass ~ Soul of fire, mood of brass. “”
Life is a game of chess, where we are all merely pawns. >.> Sounds like Shakespeare. We are forever to be belittled by our superiors - parents, bosses, teachers, politicians, (douchebags,) whoever else lays down the rules of life. We are only able to take a single step at a time, but in each step lies the possibility of failure, of vanquishment and death. Sounds dramatic, does it not? ;D
Hey! HEY! When Daemon tripped over a doorstep this morning, that did NOT symbolize my failure in life. Screw you, life.
What was I saying in previous posts? Ah. Yes. Love.<3333 i love love. You need an incurable romantic to understand another. I have a romantic soul, despite all I have said until now. I see the world in black and white, truly, with eyes blinded by the bias and prejudice of all humanity, but in my own imagination lies a magnificent, breathtaking world of possibility. A world of color. Impossibility.
Anyways... I judge people's actions, and am proud to be a cold-hearted monster of a judge. Sure, not every single decision is made consciously. How would I know this? Pffft. Some people think rationally, without, er, needing to think. Some people put in conscious effort to make the right decisions. to show respect and manners. But it's the people who unconsciously show manners and appreciate them who are the people worth knowing. It's a person's upbringing which affects this? Sure? Outside influences? I read a lot of books because my father does? Right, he can go and get fucked.
{ Welcome to hell, fools. Don’t forget to wipe your feet on the way in.}
I refuse to call myself a nerd. Well, I'm not. Maybe. Yes. I take Chemistry, Physics, math... and the jokes you hear related to them are ridiculously ridiculous. MATURE JOKES?
~ There's no point in trying to root a negative... something. A person? You know. Square roots?
~ And so, negative roots are imaginary.
~ Teacher asks class: what is attracted to a negative ion? Answer: Positive ions... and gay negative ions. xD
~ Teacher: The graphics calculator is a useful tool. Student 1: YOU'RE a tool. Student 2: Your MOM's a tool.
What does this incorrect mathematical arrangement remind you of? 3<=8 I think it is crude and sick, but to see a classmate write it up on the board and say: look what goes in butt.
More Math puns to come!
That was off the point. Back to what Daemon was saying before ~ about love?
Is love based on what somebody is like on the inside? Amongst family and friends, it should be. Amongst two lovers, love is very difficult to define. My first high-school crush was based on looks. It lasted for three years, in the meantime blossomed into what I believed was love. Why did I allow it to grow?
If you love someone, Let them go. Do not allow Your love to grow.
I believed the object of my affections was a beautiful person on the inside, too. They had initially been a douchebag, until their favorite uncle died gruesomely of brain cancer. Yeah. Sigh. Did Daemon pity them? yes'm. but as charismatic as that person is, they now ignore me more than whom I now count as my best friend, their ex. Fuck it. I don't care anymore. They SAID they liked me and would go out with me sometime, but never did. They spoke fucking empty words. Fucking bullshit. I. DON'T CARE. That person so obviously is trying to forget about me, when I never did anything wrong. ;.;
.Spare me gruesome memories...so, x.Cut out my heart. xx.Throw it away. xxx.You just can’thear xxxx.What I’ve got to say!...
No matter if someone tells me they love me, they can't ever understand me. WHAH? Did someone say 'brain chemistry'. We're all capable of making unique decisions, doing impossible things... even if mind readers did exist, they would only skip the surface. I'm not talking 'bout Legilimency or anything here, riiight? ^^;
~ The only philosophy abhorrent to all of existence is the human being.
~ Every person is like a moon; he or she has a dark side which they cannot show to anyone else. It may be the deepest, most primal form of our entire being; the animal instinct and reflex which governs our subconscious. >>
~ with eyes clouded and distant with memories of misery...
~ Is the ability to feel pain another addition to our five senses? I've heard of research into the matter which defines another two or three senses (ignoring a cliche 'sixth sense')... but can't remember if pain is one. x.x Anyway, pain is indelible, constant, related to our nerve systems or something like that. But what is heartache, the pain of love? The tearing sensation in one's chest when one sets their eyes upon a secret crush, or upon a suffering friend or family member? How it hurts. ;; Psychological pain, emotional suffering is far more worse than physical pain. Luckily, the human race invented language, via language swear words, and we can VENT, VENT, VENT if we get into a shitload of a painful situation.
If Daemon had more patience, he could write some poetry. His thoughts are like that, alot. Ha, write about what? how much he hates people? Declaring the miserable state of the world to deaf ears? Spiting religion, war, greed, power...? Ugh. *w*
~ Has one ever actually noticed how water actually has a taste, even the most purified? It's very mild and faint... just, it intrigues me, randomly. Intriguing, how dihydrogen oxide, elixir of life on Earth, is the most bland liquid ever. Mehhhh ~
~ Has one ever met one person (like a stranger) who is ridiculously similar to another person one already knows? Lyk, same appearance, same voice, same handwriting...? Coz I have, more than once, and it has creeped me out SO BAD.
~ the other day, I say this random stranger who looked like an aged Hitler. Exactly like him, if he was still alive. he had a German accent. /creepy music
If one has read this far in Daemon's scattered thoughts, know that ILY ~ <3
LYK 4SRS. I'd like comments. Anything. *mopes* ^-^
I wonder if my deteriorating muse is somehow linked to the fact I got Pokemon Platinum last week. :/ Exams are approaching, ohSHITSHITSHITFAAAAAAROUT, I've lost my motivation for other things as well, like schoolworks. ^^'
Daemon has two more new roleplays. <3 Might as well list all my roleplays, while I'm at it:
Daemon loves a laugh. Laughter is the ray of sunshine which enters our lives and when it vanishes, leaves an imprint in reminiscence of blazing shadow. <3
Round ‘n’ round the mulberry bush, the children skip and sing. Round ‘n’ round the mulberry bush ~~ Oi!Cut the music! Mulberries grow on a fuckingTREE!
Anyway, I've got these two friends. They are both straight - one has a girlfriend, one professes to be mildly homophobic (or so it seems). Another friend and I have an ongoing bet that sometime in the future, one of these guys (let us call them Friend 1 and Friend 2) will turn, y'know, to the other side, sometime in the future.
They give us all a good laugh with some 'pretend homosexual antics', which usually fill me with warm fuzziness. ;3 Lyk, teh usual man-hugs, nipple-tweakin', xDD; I wasn't there that time when Friend 1 grabbed Friend 2's ass. D;
Anyways... 2DAE in chemistry... we were constructing cardboard heat-retainers for an experiment 2MORRO. Friend #1 says to Friend #2 (after various hugs and antics): Kay, bend over. Daemon: Friend #2 jokingly bends over a little. Daemon: Friend #1 grabs the nearest pair of scissors. Daemon: -dies laughing-
DAEMON CACKED HIS DACKS OFF. SRSLY LMMAAAOOO ~ XDDDDDDDDDDDDDD
In all senses it should've been crude, but the way in which these two guys pull these puns off is amazing. Then, mah other friend told me about a similar dream they'd had. *shudder*
I would like to know.. how does one eat nachos with a FORK? I mean, c'mON! 4SRS?
On another note, WHOO! I convinced my parents to allow me to browse VT... which is a huge jump from being banned totally because it's got some mature content. Heh, as if they'll know what I do... But nao they can't even watch over my shoulder. WHOOT! -dances- 'Note: Dameon /is/ seventeen. Not eight.
-eats some more nachos-
I believe, that in most cases, stupidity is borne of ignorance left to fester. It is a lack of input. Lack of trying to use one's mind more efficiently. Cause I don't think stupidity is inherent in many people, it's a lack of tact and effort.
OMNOMNOMNOM~
but yah, the world would become a much, MUCH better place, methinks, if every single entity who does not apply themselves tries it out! the world isn't here just for us to sit around in! Pffft, if it weren't for science, we'd be stuck in the Dark Ages still. -___-
Some people have it good in life. A swell job, a family, but it's the small things that count. Why, someone who is, let's say, a secretary, might have ended up being an executive if they put in the effort. I say, effort, not necessarily brains, can lead one to success. but most of us are content to be lazy bums. Yah, I could never, myself, put in one-hundred percent effort, I admit, so why am I criticizing others? Because I still try. It's better to try, and fail, then to not have tried at all? Riiiight? 8D?
MMMM. cheese. :3
Quote: To be strong is weak. To be weak is strong.
^ see above ~ Quote ~It is not enough to have a good mind. The main thing is to use it well. --- René Descartes
Quote ~They can because they think they can. --- Virgil
Another quote: You puff the poets of other days, The living you deplore. Spare me the accolade: your praise Is not worth dying for. ---- Martial, Epigrams
JOIN THE DARK SIDE! we have drum & bass, not to mention other more melancholy musical alternatives. Rock out to the imperial march...
you'll learn to eat souls, feed on emotions, manipulate the minds and wills of those around you, push or pull time around you as though it were on a turntable, and inevitably have your arse leashed by love to realities both physical and subtle.
but wait, there's more! join now and earn a free box of cookies! think! all this and more might be yours for the small price of being entirely comfortable with who you are!
easy, no?
>.> So. Um. Roleplay characters, right? What if they’re OP? Does that mean they have... OP-ness?
>> << RUNAWAYRUNAWAY ~
MOAR EPIC QUOTES ~
It is only the wisest and the very stupidest who cannot change. --- Confucius
The human spirit despises change. We all want things to stay the way they are /now/. But hey, sometimes we have to move on. It’s usually related to our social life with other people. We don’t want to leave our friends behind. We don’t want them to scorn us, turn their backs on us, and tell us that they were only our friend for the banter which existed between us. Friendship is more than that. And...
What is a friend? A single soul dwelling in two bodies. --- Aristotle.
For when that friend leaves, there is the source of the sorrow we feel – half our soul being ripped away from us. But there is another saying somewhere, I can’t find it exactly, which says something along the lines of, ‘if a friend stops being your friend they never were your friend.’ Sometimes the cessation of friendship is inevitable, and boil down to inevitable circumstances. But WHEN THAT PERSON SHOUTS IN YOUR FACE about how much they hate you, what does that mean, genius?
What is teh plural of genius? Genii? xD; btw I haven’t lost a friend recently. But I think I know what I’m talkin’ ‘bout... and I just felt like spouting that. ><”
Does one sometimes feel as if one is caught between a rock and a hard place? Does the logic of a situation, seen differently by two individuals, begin a mind-rending argument of wills where the initial logic was never existent in the first place?
Catch-22, Joseph Heller ~ There was only one catch and that was Catch-22, which specified that a concern for one’s own safety in the face of dangers that were real and immediate was the process of a rational mind. Orr was crazy and could be grounded. All he had to do was ask; and as soon as he did, he would no longer be crazy and would have to fly more missions. Orr would be crazy to fly more missions and sane if he didn’t, but if he was sane he had to fly them. If he flew them he was crazy and didn’t have to; but if he didn’t want to he was sane and had to.
*sighs* Yah. I find that many arguments which are petty or not, have little basis in logic. Both people are arguing believe that /they/ are right, otherwise they would not be arguing. Or, both opinions may be correct. Or, both arguers may be wrong. They may both be logical, or may both not be. Where is the paradox in all of this?
Hrn, does Daemon sound like an emo philosopher? ;D
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I was a ruler... and I asked a woman if she wanted to change one thing about herself... and she said she wanted the body of a supermodel... I would throw her into a well of alligators. If I was a bard... and I asked a mute man to sing me a song, I would still hear the music. If I was a king... and my armies lost, I would place flowers on every dead soldier’s grave. If I was born blind... would I still see dreams?
what is written music? Dots and lines. what is written language? Dots and lines. spots and stripes. In true form, what is music but vibrations in the breeze? In true form, what is language but sound? Our mind picks up patterns in everything. We love repetition. One may not think it, but we prefer it a heck of a lot more to change.
… the other day I nearly flykicked a teacher in the face. SRSLY. Am I a magnet for stupidity or something? Coz I’m not inherently daft. Just careless. It was soooo embarrassing, because this was my former music teacher. She acts different half the time, like she’s got schizophrenia or something. (no offense to her, but half the time she’s sweet as cake, the other half of the time more sour than a green lemon.) heh. Green. That’s the color I imagine her face when she’s annoyed and grinchlike.
My dreams are weird. Aren’t most peeps’? I have them, and I half-remember them. As if half-in, half-out of another dream. Disjointed dreams in which I dream about a dream about a dream. Where reality repeats itself, déjà vu is reversed, and I don’t know who I am. Who am I? Identity is paramount. We are each only one person. No point in trying to be someone we’re not. So be one’s own self. If it doesn’t make one happy, because one’s life is screwed, then yes, one has permission to change one’s own life. Where possible. Life and identity are intertwined.
~ There is nothing we are so certain about as that which we do not know.
~ Knowledge is acknowledging how much one lacks in knowledge.
Daemon really, really, really, really doesn’t know what it’s like to love someone. He once did. But now everything is lost to him. He wants to search for the truth. But the world is so. fricking. screwed. that he doesn’t know where to start… My last year at school. Thank God. I want to die metaphorically, either before or after it’s over. Sometime woud be fine. But when ‘tis over, I SHALT BE FREE ~ and ready to start a new chapter in the chronicles of Dameon. v_v;
I. have. seriously. got. to. stop. picking. up. new. roleplays. DDDDx buuut writing is what I love doing above all else. Well, maybe, music is epic too.
no comments? If ya don't want to post a comment here, feel free to PM me. *nods enthusiastically* Yah, yah?! :D
Yah. The only thing I'm clinging to at the moment is hope for a better future. And I mean... the only thing. Now, I could elaborate, but save that fer later!!!
Quote: The human mind does not so much flit from pleasure to pleasure, as from hope to hope.
My newest plot is based on the theme of hope! 8DDDD Whoot for Wings of Hope! C:
Love... Sure, I'm probably the happiest, most romantic emo who ever lived. WOOT ~ /love/ love is a pain in the arse. If ya get it, Breezy, watch out. Unless the person you love loves you back as much, then it's like you're being stabbed in the heart every second of the day. Well, that's how I felt. And that was suddenly emo-ish and pessimistic. Hrn, I SHOULD POST PICCIES OF MOI here soon...
I'm quickly becoming snowed under with work. I'm finding it harder and harder to do all my schoolwork and keep up with roleplaying at the same time. Possibly, just possibly... I may have to prioritize schoolwork in place of roleplaying. Lyk, do the schoolwork first, and then do whatever RPing I can. ;_____;
Bleh. EXAMS! NOOOO! -falls to knees, howling to the sky- Daemon wants to succeed, but he may not succeed as well as he should because schoolwork is boring and VT is fun ~ ><'
Should I go on a semi-hiatus? :/ BUT SCHOOLWORK IS BOOOORRRIIING. it's difficult to resist the temptation of VT, 'specially when I'm at school, where the choice between extra schoolwork in my breaks and VT is easy enough to make. VT! VT! VT FTW!
OMG WHUT? Daemon is going on hiatus? At least five exams, methinks... Calculus, trigonometry, Physics, Chemistry, Music theory, music practical moderation... WHOO GUITAR ~ I can only force myself to study in small blocks – ya know, half an hour at the most. Then if I’m feeling lazy, I’ll wait a couple of hours before returning to study. ;P I’ll be back on the 22nd... in case one does not want to find Daemon's hiatus board...
~ I’ve always been a slight health freak... but overdosing on avocadoes cannot be good. AVOCADO~ ~ Persimmon season has nearly finished. ~ Mmmm... cauliflower core. Opposed to the nachos I was having a happy tizzy over a couple of posts previous. –stalks away to find some nachos–
~ So, ignoring the hiatus generally, as said, Daemon shall still lurk. And stalk. And reply to some roleplays. ^^ WHOOT roleplaying. When my exams are finished, I shall start up a couple more roleplays; decidedly, yah. <3
~ Doors, doorframes, are becoming my mortal, (inanimate) enemy. I get stuck on doorhandles, incapacitated by opening doors, and today I nearly smashed open my kneecap on a doorframe. D;
~ Has one eevr treid to raed aynitihg wihch hath been wirtetn lkie tihs? Srue, tereh’s ltos of biran taesres lkie tihs wichh one may slimpy fdin by goolging it. But has one eevr atuclaly ametpetd to srcabmle up a rndaom plie of neosnsne lkie tihs bceuase one is broed? Why am I the one to tlak, I hvae eamxs in a week. And terhe’s a lot of peploe on the itreent who tlak lkie tihs all the tmie ‘cuase tiehr tpynig silkls scuk. LOL ~ but yah, tihs has taekn a fiar potrion of my tmie. I culod be ivnesntiatgig how a cocotryln wkors (YAH, Dameon bets taht word stmpued ya!) or how the mtraix is not a mvioe but a mateacmahatil pcroess. I colud be raednig oevr my miusc noets or palinyg my giuatr. But tihs is prvonig qiute the calghelne, so I hvae not yet sotpepd.
NAO I’ll stop. That was extremely enjoyable. Mua...muaha... MUAHAHAHAHAHA *cough* *hack* *wheeze* kekeke... -makes an straight, innocent face- KAY. Calm down, Daemon. >_>
~ Does one dislike it extremely when someone else does something stupid to annoy you, e.g. poke one when one is turned away... and then, when one asks the annoyer in question why they did it (because it was blaringly obvious), the annoyer says something like, “I didn’t do it! My hand did it!” ohRLY? And your hand has a mind of its own, genius? Surprising, since there doesn’t seem to be one in your head!
... *giggles evilly* COMMENTS PLZ (as always) <3 Wish Daemon luck in his exams. ^-^
Quote ~ Two men look out from the same bars. One sees the night, and one sees the stars.
... it’s almost identical to the quote by Frederick Langbridge... but I like to vary some of the quotes I see to make them fit better. Optimism, or pessimism? Hm, I do not actually know. I may have been close to depressed once, but then I told myself that nothing lasts, we have our good times and our bad, and there’s no use in gluing our minds to the bad. Optimism and pessimism are not only ways of thinking; they are ways of living. Why not make your way of living happy instead of dark and dismal? This is comin’ from me, ironically (again). xP Daemon, the happiest emo who ever lived, sends his adoration. <333
;Tell me a story. ;Sketch me a make~believeworld… ;Sing me a fairy~tale. ;Write my nightmares for me, you’d know all about them; ‘cause you’re my worst one.
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