Stay the hell away from psykology

I just finnished one of my finls! Got one in the morning though, BLAST!
I have some how managed to get sick.

Damn all psykological crap! They try to catagorise you and file you away, some type of mental disaction, filled with incest and penis annalogys!
I´ll be damnd before I have some one do that to my head, they´ve tried, but to no avail since I have an ace up my sleve that those establishment lapdogs don´t know about! I. FUCKING. LIED!!!!!!!!!
STAY THE FUCK OUT OF MY HEAD YOU FUCKING FUCK NUTS! FUCK! 

-A near hysterical Badger.

Test, film, booze and x-mas

Well, I´ve been busy latly. I´ve studied (not enough), partyd and drunk (far too much), seen a few movies and x-mas.
My friend became 18 and since hes greek he had a very big party, and naturally we got him a inflateble sheep. Anyway we drank our selfs silly danced way to much for nearly ten houers straight. I had a hangover for two days after that. But I had fun, more fun than I´ve had for a very, very long time. I´ve writen a few tests these past days and my CAE exams are waiting for me this coming week.
I saw Beowulf to day. A really awsome movie, although not compleatly the same as the books storyline. The alterations make it into a slightly diferent story. Good none the less.
This year for x-mas I´m planing on wearing a specific set of cloathing each friday. I really hate x-mas though. I´ve found this wonderfull christmas song. It´s in swedish but the tital translates into Black X-mas.It tell you about a satanist celebrating x-mas, trying to repant and find gidanse by the "lord". The is filed with drugs, alcohol and a nun with some interesting passtimes. It truly helps me chrging up on x-mas cheer!

Return of the Badger!

Hello fellow clueless internet drones! I see that also you have been drawn and cought in this webb of truly unintresting topics, way of circumventing every thing from copywright to drug laws, and mostly pornography. If you, like me, have nothing better to do and realy never liked porn, or just need to give your penis a rest from the vigourus abusiv mastrubation, feel free to read my ramblings. You might notis the many spelling erors but i assure you, they are only due to slight intoxication, sleep deprevation and a slightly pervers sadistic pleasure in annoying the hell out of people by not correting them!
Now as you may have notist it´s been a rather long time since my last post. I shall be a more fastidious writer from now on, I give you my word! (please not that I am not a very trustworthy person and also a down right basterd, but a gentelman basterd)
Right now I am chewing on green tea leafs. It is very invigourating but also it gives a rather pleasent buzz. So what has happend since my last post? ot much really. I started my final year of high school, got drunk, stared in a movie, drank large quantatis of beer, went to Paris and reapeeted my previous acomplishment of pissing on the Eiffeltouer, been to hell (disneyland), had some more alcohol, taken a bunch of exams, meditated, partyd like hell with some unknown people (some anarcists and communists wich I have no ideá how they ended up att those prepy partys), and there most sertanly have been more but i can´t reemember them for some reason or they have been to stupid to be put up here.
I belive that I shall leave you for now, since those tea leafs are really starting to get to my head, both of them!

"I´m not a Basterd! I´m a GENTELMAN Basterd, reemember that."- Badger

Power and knowledg. The two are not really two since they are the same. Knowledge is power some one once said. What interests me is the way people seem to overlook some thing as ovious as that. Knowledge is the key to succes, or in some casses as my own, self preservation. A simpel exampel. You are a boxer. Not the biggest, not ´the strongest nor are you the fastes. Although those factors might be of some importance they are not necceserely helpfull for acheving your goal. To begin with, you can studie your opponent. Se what he dose, how he moves, how he reacts (knowledge). Then you learn where the more hurtfull places are located on the body for punhing (knowledge). Get to know the ring. Find out what will work and what wont on various places in it (knowledge). Studie the rules extensevly so you are at clear of what you can and cant do (knowledge). Find your strengthes and weeknesses and play on them (knowledge). With all this you can beat anyone. Life is exactly the same. But with so many more oppertunetys and dangers. To exploit and survive knowledge is essential and that is what power is. To Survive and to twart those atempting to make it otherwise.

Is the internet correct???

I just did one of these self analysis quizes (yes I am infact horribly bored...) and I got slight startled by the awnser "You have many different outlooks on life, and know how to utilize each one to make the best of any situation. Others may mistake this for hypocrisy or even insanity, but you know yourself better than that. Indecision is your greatest flaw. Your alignment tends slightly towards *evil*.".
Are they right? I don´t fucking know....


The truth is reletiv in the sence that it´s a very individual thing, Becouse we al look at life diferently. It´s purly a matter of perspectives

DOOOOOM! and festival

I´m gona start with a question. I was watching the old wizard of oz movie for some reson. I wonder, am I the only one who sees a lot of sexuall innuendo in it? Really?
And how many find that Kansas chic hot in a weird way?
Anyway It´s festival here, some really awsome bands are going to play. Downside is that emos are gathering in masses, and so are peasents. And Tokio Hotel fans. Only thing worse than Tokio hotel is that pete scumbag Dorethy...I can´t fucking stand him. There was this little fat kid in a suite though. Fucking hilrios. I was laughing for like five min. Now call me old fashiond but I miss the time when men acctualy were men. I mean, what´s the deal with these hand bags I see folk carying around? Men ain´t suposed to have purses like that! They call them man-purses. There´s nothing remotly manly about them! Only wimmin,and dragquees should have purses.It´s just not practical! Everything a man needs is in his pants. Only thing more s like a walet wich you keep in your pants. I hate pants to though...
Another thing, why is there so many words for homosexuallety? Really I got nothing against Homo sexuall folks, it´s just I don´t understand what it is with all the words. And who the fuck said that wimmin dressing up like two send prostitutes are hot? Cuz it´s not! NOt that I have anything against prostitues.
So in conclusio. Kansas girl that killed which in over sexuall movie is hot, and I míss the time when wimmin were wimmin, men were men and fruite was some kind of reletive to vegtable.

I feel the grass between my toes
as I look for pray under the full moones cold glow
A sent in the wind
and ny feet drums softly agaiinst the plain
As I seek what soon will be my supé
Run little one try to hide
give me the pleasure
To have to fight if i whish to dine
I chuckle to my self
As´I close up on you
I hunt alone
yet I sence your fear
I have found you and you tremble benethe my glare
my look of hungry desire
to rip your flesh
A triumphent howl
and I ´m upon you
I hunt alone
I dine alone
but thanks to you
I never feel alone

Dive into DEPRAVITY!

I hate bloggs. But I happen to be a self loathing git, so i suppose that justifys this. What to say? I love music. Rock, hard rock, nearly all metal and more. I HATE INDIE-ROCK! Ergo I hate That Dorethy punk...git. Feeding weed to penguins. And they call ME evil! Yes I manipulate and play with peoples minds and such but I don´t tease them with what they can´t use! Ok, maybe I do but atleast I look good doing it. Or let me rephrase that. Peole who want to punch me, maim me, torture, spank or/and kill me usually have a reason. Unlike that Dorethy who could make you want to punch him just by looking at him...
Anyways, I´m not all that sure what day it is, or what month to be perfectly honest... I suppose it´s night since I can´t se the sun. I like the night better then the day so it´s fine by me. I love the moon, always have. And I love barking/howling under Sirius (The brightest star in the sky also know as the dog moon), not only for the liberating experiance but also it scares most things out there. It´s cloudy to night so I can se nither... Hope it clares up by the full moon though.
My brain is slightly addeld due to sleep depravation, a spliting head ache and insistant consuming of various energy drinks for a long period of time. I just found out that people think I´m intimidaiting. That I have an unseatling gaze. Or was it glare? Can´t be glare, i´m to dispasionat for one of those. Yes I know this is´nt a very coherant reading, but i will better my self. I´m honestly in a down right bad state for the moment. I will brake this of soon. Next time I will post some thing I look forward to, maybe you do to. I don´t know/care really.
So good night, or what ever.

Evil is madness in it´s malovent unharnesed form, since it will always work towards it own distruction. So one might say there really is no evil or good in the world. Not any reall anyways. They are fabrications of mankind. Evil is Chaos, disorder. A destructive force wich will leed to it´s unmaking. And that is madness. Good is supposed to be the opposit. But is it? Have´nt good been done in the name of evil`And have´nt evil been done in the name of good? Most things can be viewd in many perspectives. It´s those unspecable acts of humankinde that soils our history that are the truly evil one since no truly sane person can make any sence of it. Becouse there is no sence behinde it. It is madness. That is how you know reall evil. But all madness is not evil. We all carry a some part of madness within us, but that dose not make us evil. Let´s simplyfy matters a bit. Lets just say that insanity is a part of us all to various extents, and lets call the other thing for plain madness (evil). It´s abit more complex then that, since I view insanity/madness as the same yet some thing with many aspects, sub-geners and diferenses. Not all madness is chaos that is. Which was why I chose to use two diferent terms of the same thing to clarify that. But more of the diferent nuances of madness in next post.
Night, fellow sercher. You know who you are.