SPR Lifestyle

fryingpanduh:

Are fucking stupid. Just, just stop. 

(Hey Nick, come at me.) 

Purdy much. Most of them don’t even showcase any real skill D:

As someone who played a fair amount of online CoD4 and beat the campaign a few times, I was very unimpressed when the long line of remakes from inf and trey started rolling down the production lines, I never purchased any of the CoD’s after 4, but I’m VERY glad they’re going somewhere new with Black ops 2… It’s just a shame that the story premise is so predictable, I can’t guarantee it, but i’m sure it’ll be textbook.

Other than that, Black Ops2 is going somewhere with the CoD series that has never been gone before, which is something that should be encouraged of ALL games. Although notably they haven’t stepped out of the actual box, just the box of the series.

So if you like the CoD series, please buy black ops 2, even if you’re unsure about it… Show them that you reward some experimentation, they obviously got the hint when CoD4 (their first attempt at a modern setting) exploded onto the scene!

Last night I was trying my hardest to get to sleep, when one of the commonly stated theories about sleep started buzzing around my head:

Sleep is a state where the brain, among doing other things, sorts your memories.

As someone who finds it hard to sleep more than a few hours a night I have come to a new “addendum” to to this theory:

If memories are sorted in sleep, and we understand by this that the memories we need are kept and the others locked away, someone who has a lack of sleep is in touch with their most secret side.

And as far as it’s impossible for me to prove this or to state it as a fact, I can still glean an insight into my own attitude to life from it.

Following this “realization” if you would call it that, I was met with this quote, “He who fights with monsters should look to it that he himself does not become a monster. And when you gaze long into an abyss, the abyss also gazes into you.”

It touches on similar ground, I take it to be about uncertainty of the self and the fact that when you spend your days trying to attack monsters, you yourself become monstrous without even knowing it.

And that is certainly something I can be to some people, I consider myself a nice person in general but I accept my maliciousness and hatred for “monsters”. I have so much of this hatred that when I suspect someone of fitting my description of a monster I instantly become aggressive towards them.

So as someone who believes they are in touch with their most undesirable side I will say this:

To monsters I shall be monstrous, to angels I shall be angelic and to the abyss I leave myself open to examination.

You can call me pretentious if you like, but if you do… Fuck you, monster…

I appear to have followers now, Hi there guys!

Ghost in the night, immured in the twilight.

A phantom on the loose, running from a noose.

I said I’m past dead, get it in your head man… what’s the plan, we’re out of the pan but we’re in the fire, 

and I aint calling you a liar but we can’t escape this briar bush- now hush hush and listen to my dying words while you’re lying there.

I’m young but my soul’s old, 16 now but I’m in an ancient spirit’s hold, his veins filled with mildew and mold. It’s time to let the immured giant escape and free these impure’d humans.

Yeah I’m young but my soul’s a thousand times colder and a million times older. I’ll murder the lies and expose the stories to the eyes of the public, the government’s gangsters peddle your coke while your world leaders sit back to watch the world go up in smoke. You’ll probably think this is all a joke, until one day you begin to choke from the vapor. get this man another tabloid paper! he needs lies to mellow out and stabalize!

I’ve got a thirst for knowledge but the miracles I perform are mere trifles and I’m mightier than a thousand rifles fired by a thousand troops with their concave, bent minds in loops.

I am the soul of the pen, not the capitalist pound, dollar or yen.

We’re all looking for love and a small piece of fried white dove. But we destroy everything we touch, even the stars above aren’t beyond our reach as long as we don’t have a hull breach. hypocrisy rules our nations and that is the sole reason we have battle stations.

So until the day comes when it’s time for them to pay. I’ll remain the ghost, a nimble host for the parasite, I’ll stumble through the night.

You keep battle scars cause you try to bleep my bars

I write like a kung-fu master moves, smooth and faster than these rap dudes

Let the music play.. but you won’t get away today, You’ve fucked with the wrong ghost, who you s’pos’t to be anyway?!

Booya.