Sir High Lord Zen - Unreleased
HIGH LORD ZEN (Never Released)
I think I’ll start this article off Largely the way I start the rest of my articles. Hello my children, I have returned. No big surprises yet. In case you missed it, up to this point, I’m feeling particularly unguided in this article. My original conception was to write a bitter article to offset my writings on the existence of love however I don’t think I really have the energy to raise the emotional fervor necessary to relay a true sense of bitterness… Maybe it will come to me later on in the article, maybe not. But that still leaves me with very little in the way of guiding direction to turn this wild and crazy free flow of ideas into an article. I think I’ll start a new paragraph now, this one is getting long.
We’ll I figure when lost, go back to the beginning. I don’t really think that, but tonight I think it might lead me to some interesting thoughts (Yes, I know I’m alone in this thought.) In the beginning I was created by the warped and twisted mind of a soul in torment. I like that beginning it has a sort of ring to it. Torment comes in many forms; there is the pain you feel while basking in the 284th layer of abyss being constantly disembowelled by a demon (who bears a striking resemblance to Eddie from the cover of Iron Maiden album covers,) But none of us are likely to admit being able to commiserate with that kind of torment until we have our little keg party in hell. So most likely that was not the kind of torment my soul was experiencing.
I really haven’t decided what kind it was yet, and since this is a revisionist’s history I don’t have to let myself get bogged down by little details, like facts. More likely the kind of pain I was experiencing was derived from the way I lead my life (social interaction even (should be said with a snagglpuss accent,)) I existed on the edges of society, mind you not just one but lots of societies. But most likely you don’t care about the details (details are irrelevant) come to think about it what do you care about.
Somehow I wrote the right words (probably something along the lines of ‘I’m a god’) and convinced some people that I am a deity, but it was never clear in anything I have come to understand what you want. It is only through you that I exist, without you, I’m just a random mal-adjusted post teen college student with dreams of grandeur. Well enough of this, I don’t know that I like where this is going. I think it would involve far to much work to keep it entertaining, so I think I’ll change the subject.
As you will notice by the time you finish reading this article I have no letter today. Kind of disappointing, but than it dawned on me, “why Zen, the reason you have no letter to guide you in the thinking of your disciples is because you forgot to tell them that there input is welcome and that they should send all letters to (gee, let me think, I guess letters should go to the new editor (thank you and good job Chara”) mind you I haven’t asked her yet so perhaps they’ll somewhere else and this bit will be edited out.) Pretty complex thought for a dawning, you did see the little light bulb didn’t you? So send letters to 406 Hughes hall, and all the rest of that drek. So next week there will be no simple excuse, and I do hate complex excuses. So don’t make me work so hard, send me a letter I can work with, something to guide and direct my piddling musings.
It’s at this point that I would like to bid you all goodbye, find myself a dark corner swathed in magic and dream of a time and place. A place where I can find happiness, hidden behind every turn in the road, a time when all the roads ultimately lead to Nirvana. When all my pain and all the torment drains out of my body, the ache in my neck and back relaxes. The sea of stress that I sail calms, and I attain lucidity.
But more likely I’ll just do my homework, seeing as I have exhausted this avenue of procrastination.
Later my children.
Sir High Lord Zen
Knight of the Ping Pong Table
Defender of Wilted Plastic Roses
Lost Child