Project Superfluous I there is no good or bad just convenient

Boredom

The overflow of nothing to do kills me the utter nothingness to do just me and some books if it weren’t for a few people that talk to me on messenger my current situation would be exactly the one of a hermit. Still Camus helps me keep awake and focused on life if not I would easily fall into a coma. (Making tee and reading bleach manga). Done with that moment of feeble excitement but will continue reading any one have any suggestions about what to do write a bout?.

Today’s topic nihilism:

To make things simple there is no moral there is no ethics there is only convenient and inconvenient. For example, a moral nihilist would say that killing someone, for whatever reason, is not inherently right or wrong. Other nihilists may argue not that there is no morality at all, but that if it does exist, it is a human and thus artificial construction, wherein any and all meaning is relative for different possible outcomes. As an example, if someone kills someone else, such a nihilist might argue that killing is not inherently a bad thing, bad independently from our moral beliefs, only that because of the way morality is constructed as some rudimentary dichotomy, what is said to be a bad thing is given a higher negative weighting than what is called good: as a result, killing the individual was bad because it did not let the individual live, which was arbitrarily given a positive weighting. In this way a moral nihilist believes that all moral claims are false.

So if we kill certain Venezuelan ruler it would be good? (when one is bored one thinks about the better world)

The Superflous Project

superfluous [suːˈpɜːflʊəs]adj

1. exceeding what is sufficient or required

2. not necessary or relevant; uncalled-for

3. Obsolete extravagant in expenditure or oversupplied with possessions

As I pondered over my own null existence (yes vacation time at my parents house nullifies any ones existence) I sought for a challenge something to keep my mind entertained and at the same time avoid thinking too much about on how I’m bored I found one of fathers old book diaries of a superfluous man by Ivan Turgenev. And as I read, I understood how this man feels his bored tired and without time to live it was almost like his words spoke to me and click my brain turned on I have exactly 30`days in lock down since all travel plans were closed down due to grandmother ill health I have been required to stay and help attend her in this time of need so starting today every day I shall write at least a few words describing what I am doing reading just to remove the overflow of boredom I take requests on topics and other ill try to read as much books per day I will star with one of my favorites The Outsider by Albert Camus after that ill write something short a bout it maybe I will even make my own version a small chapter trying to capture Camus insight in his work. Enjoy……

Thor confession IV in English for TL guild

No uttered words the poet speaks,
No skies of golden hue,
No tales of unrequited love,
They were lost when I lost you.

No words to caress his lover's heart,
And gone the dreams he swore they'd live,
But alone within the poet dwells,
No uttered words... none left to give.

No music swells within his soul,
Just silence surrounds his heart,
And the solitude engulfs his world,
When the poet and love depart.

And lost the beauty he once could see,
And the glory he saw each day,
Now the poet pens his last farewell,
No more love can he convey.

But what's the poet's soul to do?
To release the love he feels,
For he'll surely die and wither,
If that love he now conceals.

He must hide the hurt and heartache,
Just smile to friends and say,
I'm fine... love doesn't matters,
And deceive them all that way.

For a different face he'll show them,
To barricade his pain,
To hide his shattered spirit,
From the love he ne'er attained.

But the pain within shall kill him,
Not soon but through the years,
For the poet knows his anguish,
When alone he sheds her tears.

And at night when dreams come calling,
With her voice, her smile... her eyes,
A single tear upon his cheek,
Hides the pain his heart belies.

For he loved her soul completely,
Was consumed by beauty's bliss,
Had shared her inner thoughts,
But never shared her kiss.

And when death comes to the poet,
And to heaven his soul ascends,
He'll smile before her beauty,
For eternity never ends.

So will the poet regret the life,
Which stole away the years,
No he'll simply recall the love,
He felt in all her tears.

And when his love has joined him,
And they meet in heaven's bliss,
Their regrets will quickly perish,
As they kiss their first sweet kiss.

And the words will quickly flow again,
From my thoughts, to hand... to book,
I'll not write of God or Heaven,
When upon your face I look.

So the poet's again a poet,
For the words were always there,
I just didn't see much beauty,
When your love I couldn't share.

So their souls will find the love at last,
That in life they could not seek,
And the poet soon finds the words in you...
The words... he could not speak

Shinigami thought Un numbered II Happy Bday Mrs Arkham

Its your birthday ^^

If you want to tell your secrets,
We can talk for a whole day.
If your dreams will come down for some reason
I will make you remember where you belong.
If you need a force to support you ...
you can hold my hand for as long as you like.
When you find your days are bad
and every single moment sad
ill be there to bring a cheer,
because for me you are so dear.

At times when you feel like screaming
while life seems to have no meaning,
I'll be there to calm you down
because i don't want you to frown.

When you are feeling very blue
when you're confused about what is true,
I'll pray to God to lift your spirits
I'll make you smile in minutes.

I'll stand by you when others have gone,
I'll be a shoulder for you to cry on,
away your loneliness i will send
into sorrow i wont let you descend.

I'll help you face your fears,
I'll wipe away your tears,
just call for me and
there i will be.

I'll share all your secret thoughts
i wont reveal them at any cost,
I'll be your true friend you'll see
not just now but for eternity..

so when your upset n gloomy
dont hesitate to call on me,
Good things bad things whatever you do
I'll always be there for you...

On your birthday, special one,
I wish that all your dreams come true.
May your day be filled with joy,
Wonderful gifts and goodies, too.
On your day I wish for you
Favorite people to embrace,
Loving smiles and caring looks
That earthly gifts cannot replace.
I wish you fine and simple pleasures.
I wish you many years of laughter.
I wish you all of life’s best treasures.
I wish you happily ever after!

Thor Confession VI Mujer....

Yo he visto por las mañanas
en medio de mi albedrío
como las aguas de un río
inundaban la sabána.
He visto en horas tempranas
el sol al amanecer
y he visto con gran placer
como se asoma la luna
pero belleza...ninguna
como la de la mujer.

Yo he visto el agua de un río
desbordarse en la llanura
y llegar hasta la altura
del techo de mi bohío.
Yo he visto el lado sombrío
del campo al ascurecer
yo he sentido el padecer
de un fuego devorador
cuando me quemó el ardor
del beso de una mujer.

Yo he visto en una palmera
como el sinsonte se inspira
y a una preciosa guajira
al pie de una talanquera.
He visto una enredadera
sobre la cerca crecer
he visto el agua caer
de lo alto a la cascada
pero nunca he visto nada
más bello que una mujer.

Yo que por el mundo he andado
y que de todo he tenido
mucho también he sufrido
al saberme despreciado.
Mucho amé... y fuí amado
se lo grande de un querer
yo se ganar y perder
se de lo alegre y lo triste
y se del dulzor que existe
en un beso de mujer.

Yo he visto caer un rayo
en el copo de una palma
y entusiasmarse mi alma
con el cantido de un gallo.
He visto en el mes de Mayo
las flores reverdecer
he visto un árbol crecer
con el pasar de los días
y troncharse mi alegría
con llanto de una mujer.

La vida...Oh que fantasía
que de las penas se adueña
y es como echarle mas leña
al horno de la agonía.
Pero yo...en realidad diría
¿que mas grato puede ser?
que saborear el placer
cuando de un amor sincero
escuchamos el "TE QUIERO"
de labios de una mujer.

Shinigami Thought XXXII

I see myself holding you close to me, Squeezing your body tight. But for all I see as I daydream- I know I'll get tenfold tonight. Running my palms across your breast, As you tremble and bite your lip. Feeling your hands upon my chest, The softness of each fingertip. Tasting your neck so sweet, so soft, And slowly lowering my kiss. Over pert nipples, across your navel, And finally into pure bliss. Looking upon your face from below- As you tilt back your head. Feeling your fountains begin to flow- As you ease back on the bed. Your "innocent little devil" look- Crying insatiably with the sensation. Lip to lip lapping up every drip- From the well of your creation. The way you pull me up by the hair- To the heat of your mouth, on fire. No other thoughts, no other cares, Just the quenching of mad desire. Riding the tide of passion, Pushing my love into you. On the waves of your emotion- In slow motion, so sweet and true. Pulse pounding in resounding rapture, Taken to the hilt, then just past. Rhythm growing, faces glowing, The climax coming fast. That heated, illicit look- Of ecstasy across your eyes. The culmination nearing- Within your undulating thighs. Echoing throughout the heavens- On overindulgent cries. The sultry look upon your face- In reaching that gyrating gush. The way you bite my fingers- When I try to make you hush. Your arching back, your fingernails, Your perfume mixed with sweat. The way you keep rubbing against me- With your insides already so wet. The way when I'm beat dead and ready- To fall face first to the floor, You put your sweet lips to my ear- And whisper, "I want more!

Shinigami Thought XXXI

How I envy them poets and authors
To toss words into the air
And have them fall in perfect order
Why is it so easy to pour out my grief in a poem?
And so difficult to capture joy in print?
Joy exists in a fleeting moment
Grief lasts forever
Takes one to feel grief
Two to feel joy
My joy has already been shared and thus multiplied
My grief till now has been private
Alone in the dark my grief mushrooms
I need to find a friend to halve the burden
Will you be that friend?