I probably shouldn't post this, but I've had the necessary amount of caffeine and alcohol.

So a twist on the idea of a romantic story, with or without comedy, best suited, visually speaking,  for a comic book style.

Page 1 introduces two lead characters with swaths of text giving a quick description of each and a short history of their relationship. Some sappy gibberish about problems overcome, trials and tribulations and the remaining rot copyable wholesale from almost any movie. Then, on page 2, they die a swift-yet-not-too-disfiguring death and are buried together.

The remainder of the comic follows two necrophiliacs who dig up the corpses, drag them back to their shared apartment and continue to have sexual relations with said corpses (after, ofcourse, neatly reburying the graves. They're necrophiliacs; not savages. In fact, that should be their motto).

The tricky bit is that they've done quite a bit of research on these people pre-death and actually have 'conversations' with the corpses on account of not being of the soundest mental health. It is later established that they had in fact chosen these two after stalking them and finding out whatever they could about them. In fact, they actively created the 'accident' that killed the fake protagonists and it's made clear this isn't the first time.

Several romantic dinners, nights of cuddling and entirely fictional arguments with corpses in various states of putrefaction later, the necrophiliacs decide to kill themselves to join their dearly beloved in the afterlife. They, ofcourse, make sure to kill themselves in a neat and orderly fashion, but only after having left a letter explaining the matter in its entirety to whomever comes upon the scene. After all, they are, as has been established, necrophiliacs; not savages.

It then ends with an image of necro1+2 having intercourse of the unpleasant variety with their victims in the bowels of hell. The bottom of the page reads:"The End and Fuck You." Flipping it over, the very last page and back cover are used for a splash page representing a nightmare I once had:
Background: A giant tiger/man/horse with visible sewing, mutilation and rotting bits. 17 Eyes attached to the limbs. Vomiting a sea of hair.
Foreground: The giant, metallic face of Hitler chewing on infant corpses while a naked Japanese man runs circles shouting:"Me no fucky ducky!"

That's about as romantic as I get.

Ideas had before and during work.

Waiting for the bus to work, I looked at the sign advertising a phone by way of showing people on vacation. Smiling white girls in trendy clothing next to a miserable looking old man holding a freshly caught fish. It occurred to me that vacations are basically rich people giving their money to poor people for overpriced accommodations and trinkets. Essentially, going on vacation is an unexpectedly socialist undertaking for being such a capitalist luxury.

As a believer in determinism, all human behaviour seems to fit in the natural order of survival of the fittest. A common mistake of people who believe in free will is to assume that determinism would only go into effect from the moment one begins to believe it, whereas everything up to that point just magically appeared outside of the natural order. Frequently heard is the counter-argument: “if people are going to do what they’re supposed to do, shouldn’t we get rid of our legal system?” This would only apply if this legal system hadn’t developed as a way for our species to regulate itself in accordance with the wishes of the majority. It is, as all things, simply a part of the current natural order. As such, judges serve as the ones who determine whether someone is sufficiently fit to be permitted continued membership of the human race.

Intending to use these together for a short play.

The point of it all.

In creating this blog, I am essentially replacing all the notebooks that have been filling up for a decade now. Most of the things I've written over the years would make me cringe if I attempted to read them today, but I'm not one to learn from my mistakes, so I've decided to start archiving my embarrassing ramblings on the internet.

As for my intentions, I have decided I shall post whatever thoughts pop into my head that I deem even somewhat interesting and shall express them in the manner most comfortable and understandable for myself. In other words, if you disapprove of my literary mannerisms and word usage: too fucking bad. I write as I think and I have no intention of translating my, perhaps excessively, verbose thoughts into common speech. Not only would doing so affect my own pleasure in writing, but it would force a translation of meaning into an essentially unfamiliar thought pattern. I may, at times, write in varying styles for any number of reasons; especially in the case of fictional pieces. Put simply: I can't make any stylistic guarantees.

As for actual content, I intend to write not only the eventual worked out versions of ideas, but also the primary thoughts and explorations thereof. This is as much for my own benefit as yours. With any luck, you'll enjoy reading the various steps from a simple idea to an actual story or more fleshed out theory. For my part, I will have a clearer overview of how I came to a conclusion. This is something I found problematically lacking in older writings, where a final product was frequently presented without much in the way of context or inspiration. I find it quite vexing to read my own older work and think:"What the hell was the point of this again?" only to realize there are no indications in the text itself and nowhere in the crumbling caverns of my memory do I even recall writing the piece.

Furthermore, I don't intend to limit this blog to either particular types of writings nor even internal consistency. I may use posts as nothing more than a way for myself to work out ideas for parts of other works I have on my pc or laptop or as depositories for the rambling theories that occupy my mind. Random chunks of stories without explanations or introductions to the characters may appear, but will probably be easily distinguishable by their titles and/or a preface stating as much. There may  be opinions expressed which are my own, but it's equally possible that an opinion seems to me to fit the character or simply makes for a good excuse to write.

I think that covers the basics.