chapter 6 - going down

Those days I fell in love with every girl that looked at me. Lord knows I was so desperate, so lonely, but too bad.

Whoever said kingship was all about red wine, concubines and entertainment? Sometimes a king would even see his thrown as a burden, of course sometimes he would come to his senses later on and realise all he needed was a chill pill. And most times he would probably end up having one too many.

I wasn't just king of this non-existent kingdom, I was the servant, the slaves, the cleaners and every other labourer was a paid professional. I had built the thrown, but I never proclaimed myself king. It wasn't just a security measure, it was uncertainty, uncertainty that I would fall as I always did, uncertainty that I wouldn't live up to my own expectations, expectations that were now even almost too high to be achieved. I was king of thieves in a kingdom that was, not so much of a pimp’s paradise, but maybe an addict’s haven. Things only appeared as though they were fine. In fact everything was falling apart and after a while, all efforts went towards putting things back together. By the time I was back on my feet I knew there would be something waiting to knock me down again. A cycle I had been trained for day after day after day for years, and yet it would still come as a shock every single time. A cycle The Bastard would refer to as life, in other words, hell. To me I had already lost the battle on earth, and bore deeper and deeper for the roots of evil hence when I moved up in the game, I was really going down, hell bound.

I tried to make sense of my nightmares, but it turned out most of them were reality. The other day I had a dream about something, which I couldn’t remember the minute I got up, as was usually the case. Then as I got up, a form on the couch beside me seemed to raise its head as well, as if having fallen asleep. It looked like a beast or a monster or both; it was in fact a demon. It slowly faded away as I came more conscious. I quickly turned my face to the right and there I saw a white mist as if there was another form there but this time a white form, maybe an angel. Of course, I was moved but by now to me anything was possible, I was scared to death but I didn’t say a thing. I was getting used to things being out of order and weird as hell.

Crime for me became more and more abstruse, the one word that could properly describe the character I had acquired over the years. It wasn’t just going against the grain anymore; it was going against everything that was normal, everything that was the usual thing to do, turning my back on the world and a real society and pursuing everything unusual, like taking the dark road searching for peace when normally one would expect to find peace in the bright surroundings, sunny blue skies and all that crap that makes people love the summer holidays. One wouldn’t expect anything more than a mugging or stabbing walking through a dark alley way at night alone with no protection in unfamiliar neighbour

chapter 6 - going down

Those days I fell in love with every girl that looked at me. Lord knows I was so desperate, so lonely, but too bad.

Whoever said kingship was all about red wine, concubines and entertainment? Sometimes a king would even see his thrown as a burden, of course sometimes he would come to his senses later on and realise all he needed was a chill pill. And most times he would probably end up having one too many.

I wasn't just king of this non-existent kingdom, I was the servant, the slaves, the cleaners and every other labourer was a paid professional. I had built the thrown, but I never proclaimed myself king. It wasn't just a security measure, it was uncertainty, uncertainty that I would fall as I always did, uncertainty that I wouldn't live up to my own expectations, expectations that were now even almost too high to be achieved. I was king of thieves in a kingdom that was, not so much of a pimp’s paradise, but maybe an addict’s haven. Things only appeared as though they were fine. In fact everything was falling apart and after a while, all efforts went towards putting things back together. By the time I was back on my feet I knew there would be something waiting to knock me down again. A cycle I had been trained for day after day after day for years, and yet it would still come as a shock every single time. A cycle The Bastard would refer to as life, in other words, hell. To me I had already lost the battle on earth, and bore deeper and deeper for the roots of evil hence when I moved up in the game, I was really going down, hell bound.

I tried to make sense of my nightmares, but it turned out most of them were reality. The other day I had a dream about something, which I couldn’t remember the minute I got up, as was usually the case. Then as I got up, a form on the couch beside me seemed to raise its head as well, as if having fallen asleep. It looked like a beast or a monster or both; it was in fact a demon. It slowly faded away as I came more conscious. I quickly turned my face to the right and there I saw a white mist as if there was another form there but this time a white form, maybe an angel. Of course, I was moved but by now to me anything was possible, I was scared to death but I didn’t say a thing. I was getting used to things being out of order and weird as hell.

Crime for me became more and more abstruse, the one word that could properly describe the character I had acquired over the years. It wasn’t just going against the grain anymore; it was going against everything that was normal, everything that was the usual thing to do, turning my back on the world and a real society and pursuing everything unusual, like taking the dark road searching for peace when normally one would expect to find peace in the bright surroundings, sunny blue skies and all that crap that makes people love the summer holidays. One wouldn’t expect anything more than a mugging or stabbing walking through a dark alley way at night alone with no protection in unfamiliar neighbou

Dear reader,

On your Journey into the Unknown, I hope you see your dark side in a way you've never seen it before- from the inside looking in, and embrace it to reveal the complete picture of who you really are. The book takes the reader through the mind into the other world, a journey that would ideally end where it began, in the real world.

You'll find A Journey into the Unknown to be the perfect book if you are looking for a light read that'll leave you enlightened to say the least. This book is one that will open up your mind.

Don't read this book if you are set in your old ways, have no room for change in your life, hate the world so much you want to shut it out for the rest of your life, are stressed and angry and your mind will be damned if you ever destressed before you achieved your goals, are a rebel with a cause and only wrecking havoc on the world will bring you peace, hate the people around you so much you'll rather bury your head in a book than hear another word from their God forsaken pie holes or a damn politician with only money on your mind. This book is the first in a series that is sure to open up your eyes and mind to a whole new way of life and is a gift from my soul to your soul.

As an author, my role is to remind you that life is a struggle, that everything is exactly as it should be, that when you hit the ground the only way is up and when you make it to the top you'll still have to keep pushing, that there is no early retirement or fancy happy endings where the hero lives happily ever after with a pretty broad and all the things he ever desired, that the only way one will achieve the absolute peace and total resignation that his conscious mind desires is at death so as long as we inhabit this world we must struggle everyday to stay alive and that the only ones who survive or thrive will always turn out to be the ones who embraced and cherished the struggle and all their sorrows instead of trying to float away from or drown them daily like cowards, which I must admit could also be a beautiful thing, as well.

So in those times when everything is falling apart, looking gloomy or better than you ever dreamed, remember this, "Everything is exactly as it should be".

Till we meet again I wish you love, peace and happiness and will remain yours sincerely,
The Bastard

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Read my minds

Vol. 1 Texas and the vulnerable man

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Chapter 0 I see you

When you get a good enough picture of the world as it is today, you’ll realise that you are totally alone in this world, physically.

The world ended a long time ago but only a few seem to have realised. People still run around saying shit like I want the world and the world is yours and all that stuff to empower themselves so they can achieve in a world that doesn’t even really exist anymore.

Today could be the beginning of a new world, but only for you, maybe tomorrow someone else will catch up and another and another, then finally we can change the world.

The world is crumbling but the very ones who have been destroying it for years won’t let it die so a new form can emerge since they know it can only be worse. For every one, a new reality will come into play, people who have become accustomed to scrambling for the things of the real world and no nothing better will continue to do that until there’s nothing else, the wise guys on the other hand will continue to build and reinforce their haven- their very own channel to heaven whatever they perceive it to be. Their souls’ dreams of a better life and ultimately a whole new existence can finally be realised.

In the new world order everything is down to the individual, if he wants to survive then he must create his own peace.

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