Hurricane!

You are just like a hurricane. People can be divided in several categories depending on their reaction to you just the same as they can be divided depending on their reaction to hurricanes.

There are those who panic and flee out of your way screaming their guts out and not ever looking behind. They, eventually, will turn into another category, even happier, the ones who don't know and don't care of your existence. Not hard to believe as you, just like a hurricane, are a localized disaster. There two are the unhurt. The ones who get away or are away.

Then, there are the announcers. The hurricane is coming, they say, and they say that from a very safe spot, as they let all the rest panic. These are the cowards. If they meet you they will not talk to you, they will not make eye contact, but, instead, they will be the first to have an opinion if ever you're the topic. They should be put down when you get the chance. They should be turned into the terrified. The ones who try to forget you exist, that despise you and will cross the street years from now if they have their little children beside.

The victims. Or the unlucky. The ones who didn't have time to run or didn't know they should. They do not exist anymore. Or they do, but there is nothing left for them. No life, no hope, just despair. The fairies destroyed. The new monsters. Little storms growing, feeding to become bigger.

And there are the hunters. Not actual hunters, but chasers. Storm chasers. The ones who ask for it. The ones who are so hopelessly attracted to the monster they don't do anything else their whole life. To their even bigger despair they don't really ever catch the monster so they become more insane with every chase. With every struggle.

And there's you. The power of nature that you are. Not really caring about any of them, but looking for the storm big enough to allow you to become a whole. THE Storm. The grandmother of all storms, the one that will bring so much destruction no other storm will come after it. Storms start of with a butterfly batting its wings. There will be no more butterflies. Only you two.

Fly!

Better man!

The thing about monsters, and you, is that, while being a monster to people that don't raise any feelings in that rock-of-a-heart you have, you will be completely moronic when somebody manages to make you feel alive. Which, by itself, is good news if you are not too far deep into your own monstrosity.

As you are sure that you are not yet completely perverted, some part of you clings to the human being pieces still left wandering around mindless in your soul. And when everything else goes away, or you trick yourself into believing that, it feels as good as it can, considering that in fact, you're hurting like hell. But, you enjoy it. You're happy that it hurts. IT MEANS YOU CAN STILL FEEL SOMETHING!

Actually it doesnt. It only means that you still have the ability to lie to yourself as well as you do to others. Why in hell's sacred name would you be so moronic, once again, and believe that things will finally be different. Bullshit. They wont. You will fall in love and out of it. Sooner or later. And as your life went lately it would be for your own good to fall out sooner than later. If not, you are pissing away too much hard work. And, in the end, you will not be able to get to either side. You'll be left in the middle, wandering what the hell went wrong and when did you turn 40.

Still. Allow yourself to grow through this pain. Not becoming a better man isn't a bad thing. Knowledge will go both ways. Your light side will grow, for a while, your dark one will be even darker in the long term.

Enjoy!

Walking!

Constantly walking. Walking away, walking into, walking-for-the-sake-of-walking, walking out, walking in, walking on, walking-just-to-stop-staying-in-one-place. Quite easy if you think of it, bcause there is nothing behind you. ALmost nothing. Some memories stay alive, but no recollection whatsoever about feeling anythin will come. The emptynes that allows you to walk for miles and miles is, as yet, something to appreciate.


Staying in one place, is, after all, one of the worse things that can happen to you. Fear of stagnation drives you faster and faster as you age. As other beings come to agree that it's easier to stay in one place, or settle down as they like to say, you are even less capable of anything like that now than you were two years ago.


Running does not suit you, as it is too consuming, and pointless. You do not run. They do. You walk. Steadily. Serene. Like a Cadillac. Noble, arrogant, piercing everything with your fiend yes.

Walk!

Chimaera

Chimaeras. Totally different species of monsters. One of the few who can actually turn you upside down. They appear, obviously when least expected, and you can probably bet on not evre seeing them again. That will not stop you from hunting the last one you came upon.


The hunt will not be easy, as, most of the times you will not have at least one lead as to were you should start looking. If you do, consider yourself lucky. The mere knowledge of a small detail about her will help you find her. Trust your intuition, your senses, becoz, if you do that, all your magical senses will start working. Senses that you usually dont need, manipulation skills are quite enough to get you through the day.

A lot more monstrous in the old times, chimaeras, as your own kind, have evolved into weaker, human-like creatures, preserving quite few of their magic and force. Once more powerfull than most evil creatures walking the earth, they become almost shy. The worse thing about chimaeras is that they see you as the monster you are. Being under a powerfull curse for a long time, anything that links them to their real heritage can be quite painfull. So, if, be any chance, you find your chimaera, be carefull, she will run like hell. But do not lose her. As far as monsters go, this may be the perfect fit.

Sense!

Pain!

The problem with embracing who you are is that it's going to make you less creative. Being tormented is a lot better at making you creative. There is no other fuel better than pain. Your own pain. Your ridiculously efficient yet small conscience. It has a way to torment you even if you are not even feeling actual guilt.

Defeating it will destroy your creativeness, becoz, after all, you are so perfectly happy with yourself. YOU'RE SLACKING! PICK IT UP! Nothing more wrong than self-confidence. Its a disaster, you will never be the same again. You should probably create yourself a door to your human, pathetic side. Set than human side with a unachievable love story. Your human pathetic side is like a carcass for your evil side. If it's hurting like hell, than you will have the taste of pain running into your evil soul. Nothing else will do the trick.

Set new goals every once in while. The batteries need to be renewed. New pain is always better than old pain. As the old pain, being old, is dying. Healing. Yuck. The sanity of the mind and peace of the heart are the worst things that can happen to you. It may come eventually, but you are still young, you should not defect your mission. Do not forget that pain is your only goal and reason to exist. Without it, this existence will be over for you, never-being-able to come back. Evil is for life, but your life may end. Physically, or inside. Dying inside is actually a lot more probable than actual dying. A lot of young monsters die very soon, merely 2 or 3 years old as monsters. And let's not talk about all those married-their-high-school-sweetheart drop-outs. They didnt even come to monster school, they are simple.

You don want to become someone like that! You are better, sorry, worse than then. You are evil walking amongst them. Mortals, lesser beings lacking purpose. Lacking will. Lacking choice.

Choose right! Sorry, wrong!