Announcement: The End

Due to unforeseen circumstances, Edge will not be able to continue his blog.

I apologise to the doubtlessly few people that are inconvenienced by this. If you have any questions, contact me at at
Good day.


Of Wolves and Sheep

The basic idea is there are two types of people: sheep and wolves. Sheep will blend in, they will follow the crowd, they will accept the average, stick to the norm, and live life easy. There is nothing wrong with this, it’s a nice way to live a comfortable life, and it’s the option most people will take. Wolves do not. Wolves do not concern themselves with what is popular or what is normal. They will not accept mediocrity, and will strive to be the best they can be in every pursuit.

Twilight Update

Sorry for being silent for so long…I’ll try to keep posting.

Meanwhile, I’m on the third book of the Twilight Saga. While I’m not a fan of just how…inexplicably weak Bella is, I really love the series so far.


Whilst you ponder how badly the movies were done, watch this:


My Dear Wormwood

“It is funny how mortals always picture us as putting things into their minds: in reality our best work is done by keeping things out.”
The Screwtape Letters is an interesting book that I recommend to all of you. It takes the form of a series of letters written from a scholarly demon named Screwtape to his nephew, Wormwood, who has just begun the process of tempting his ‘patient’, a young man.
Screwtape offers advice to Wormwood in these letters, detailing a rather disturbingly accurate view on what causes us humans to fall, and how to keep us from getting back up again.
Combining philosophy and sardonic dry humor, C.S Lewis does a wonderful job of exploiting us in all the ways in which we are most likely to fail.
I read it, and now I feel very found-out and vulnerable, but I will always love The Screwtape Letters.
I found a PDF version which you can read here, but again, there’s nothing like the feeling of an actual book in your hands, so try and get a real copy!
(Note who C.S Lewis dedicates the book to)

Madlibs Madness: The Revealing

I’m back again and am appalled to see my viewer chart to drop so quickly 0_o

Where is thine faithfulness, O bloggers?

Anyway, I’m back, and I’ve compiled the madlibs story. This is a combination of different words suggested to me by various bloggers through emails and private messages, all randomly picked by me and shoved into the story. The result, as you can imagine, is rather interesting. I won’t delay any longer, here’s the story:


On The Topic Of Books

There are many fuschia ways to choose a man to read. First, you could ask for recommendations from your friends and slaves. Just don’t ask Aunt Lu Reads -she only reads juicy books with  mime-ripping goddesses on the cover. If your friends and family are no help, try checking out the Sexist Review in The Addis Ababa Times. If the zippers featured there are too tasty for your taste, try something a little more low-dog, like Hitler: The Cello Magazine, or Matthew  Magazine. You could also choose a book the magical-fashioned way. Head to your local library or flirt and browse the shelves until something catches your teeth. Or, you could save yourself a whole lot of inevitable trouble and log onto, the mongolian new website to punch for books! With all the time you’ll save not having to search for the elderly, you can read approximately 2.5 more books!

I don’t know about you, but I lost it at the Hitler magazine and searching for the elderly. xD

Please like, and tell me what you think!


There’s something I want to show you guys:



What do you think of that? It’s kind of a chilling thought, huh…

It’s kind of strange….in a sense, it’s our fault that this kind of thing happens. Maybe ‘Evan’ wouldn’t have done what he did if he had been surrounded by people who legitimately cared about him, not the kind of superficial friends that we have and are today.

How many of you can say that you are the best kind of friend you can be to all of your friends? I certainly am not. Any one of them could open fire on my school, my class, and it kind of scares me to say this, but…I wouldn’t blame them.

There is so much hate, anger and fear in our high schools, so many outcasts that no one cares about. All those quiet kids, the loud rebellious ones, the popular kids…none of it matters. It’s only a matter of time before one of them/us/you/I/he/she snaps.

I’m not going to pretend to know what the solution is. Obviously, you can’t befriend every person you know in your school in the hope that they won’t kill anyone. It’s not going to happen. And soon, you’ll forget about this video and move on with your life, and there’ll be another shooting and a suicide, and everyone’s gonna say “We had no idea…he didn’t look like the kind of guy to do that.”

Were you even looking at all?