Katanas, Kodachis, Hammers.

Freediving. Spearing. Ocean.

Reading, Writing. MMA. Music.

Too many, I've seen more than anyone here.

Todd Solondz. Spaghetti Westerns. Samurai. Akira Kurosawa. Apatow.
John Woo. Many more. BUT FUCK OFF!

That's all I choose to say.

Hunter Thompson - everything. anarchists cookbook, poor mans james bond. Lovecraft. Robert E. Howard. Richard Matheson. Robert Jordan - The man. MUSASHI. Sun Tzu. The prince. Sci Fi, Horror, Fantasy. Religion. Non fiction, as well as fiction. I've read more than you have, it's true.

Self help books:

How to build a meth lab while under the influence of the wonder drug.

Ping Pong: the game of death.

A complex guide to hopscotch: it's relevance in todays society.

Incorporating Hopscotch strategies in a real world context.

Applying the philosophies of Hopscotch to love.

Succeeding in business: A business oriented translation of the ancient teachings of ping pong GrandMaster Du Ding Dien.

Du Ding Dien: The rise and fall of a prolific leader.

a lowly islander

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Darkness.

And then an explosion of catastrophic proportions. Light. Energy. Born unto the Multiverse, was this... entity.

Speed. Consciousness. Curiosity.

Searching for anything, yet finding only blackness for eons...

Finally it sensed something in the distance, a faint glow... Dead planets, a fucking borefest... It also happened upon other things which seemed to be interesting... and turned out to be naught but gigantic orbs of gas, they were virtually non existent, it passed right through them.

Searching again for what seemed an eternity.

Finally it happened upon a very unique sight, which it was attracted to... Beauty.

It had to study the thing which was so interesting, it did not know about life, about people and animals, it did not know the beauty it beheld was Earth.

And so it circled, for millions of years, it had no sense of time, or even distance. Occasionally it would venture to find other places which would outshine the planet Earth. Alas 'twas not to be.

Whilst observing earth once again. It decided to see it closer then it had ever before. Too close it went... At first it felt a light tug, an unfamiliar sensation. Then stronger, STRONGER!

Pulled in by some unknown force it did not know existed, it was still shapeless, and to the human eye, a constantly changing shape of bright orange and yellow, humans would think it a fireball, or a meteorite. The force pulled it faster and faster towards the beauty, as it got closer, it saw many things moving about, and as it did, it felt emotion for the first time, a closeness to other things with consciousness, other forms of life.

BAM! Darkness. 100,000 feet below the earths surface, in an unknown place. Found by holy monks, in an unknown time.

It learned how their minds worked, and twisted them to worship him, when it found how simple it was to accomplish... It did this with naught but a whisper.

And so the monks abandoned their "beliefs" for the ones he bestowed upon them. These monks were declared "mad" by those deemed unworthy of Aenal... Of this "God".

And so they erected statues of him, all of which were different, for he took the form of many a man and being.

The ancient monks split into many different sects. The only sects who knew the truth, being those of Aenal, they would be the only to survive in the end.

This is where Aenals story begins... This is where the mothafuckin party goes down SON! JOCK YER STRAP AND GIT READY FOR A WHORE DOWN!

korean pop.

Metal. Rap. Everything good, I deem what's good. Tool is the greatest band. SHOOOOSH! Don't speak.

Mostly just korean pop though. They dance around, it's great.

Twisting minds. Whiskey.

Anyone who is above me. In other words, no one yet, possibly ever.

People with a false sense of confidence.