As I walked along the supposed golden path, I was confronted by mysterious spectres. They pointed to the graveyard over on yonder hill. I paused in cosmic reflection, confused and wondering of how I came to die. Hmmm, I was confused. For if I was dead, how and why did I die? But I composed myself and decided I should face it.

I’m just going to come straight out and say it. I’m fed up of this blog. Not necessarily the blog itself I suppose but more so of the tired and contrived rubbish that I put into it. Ya, it was great for a while, everyone was given a pithy super hero moniker and we all thought it was way cool and exciting and we’d giggle and titter and leave cute little comments. But come on, let’s be honest, I’m getting tired of trying to turn normal run of the mill everyday events into comic literary masterpieces (heh, I’m not saying I succeeded in doing so, just that the aspiration was there) and I’m pretty sure you lot must be getting fed up of the same old bullshit as well? In fairness, if you want to read a film review, you’ll have no problem finding one and if you want to read about a gig, just go to the fecking gig instead, it will get you out of the house and you might even enjoy it.

But I stood paralyzed on the supposed golden path and I was confronted by a powerful demon force. They said it was the devil and when he spoke his words flowed like glowing lava from the mouth of a volcano. And I said, help me lord! I found myself in some kind of Hell! But I did not believe in a heaven and hell, world in opposites, kind of reality. And I gained control of myself and I decided to press on.

I mean what the fuck are we all doing, eh? Trying to make ourselves appear more interesting than we really are... secretly yearning for the attention and admiration of the faceless, nameless masses... shamelessly overdosing on the little neural hit you get when some lost soul leaves you a comment... desperately longing for some meaningful connection with the wider world... despairingly realising that almost everyone seemingly has a more exciting life than yours... descending into a never ending cascade of mindless bitching and aimless meandering through the endless maze of the blogsphere.

And as I walked along the supposed golden path, I was trembling with fear, oh the lions and wizards yet to come. I seen in the distance silver mountains rising high in the clouds and a voice from above did whisper some shining answer from the moon.

So, come on, take those frickin’ headphones out of your ears, take a good fucking look around and savour the moment when it slowly dawns on you that everyone else is just as completely fucked up as you are! I’m not complicated, in truth all I need is a good woman to walk off into the sunset with me, all I ever wanted to be was a brooding super hero and despite what the bastards tell you, faraway fields really are greener.

Please forgive me, I never meant to hurt you.

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