
Any myths involving vulcan tend to be shit. Use that as a rule of thumb if you like.
A few years ago I had a bit of a disagreement with my father, I felt that he was stifling me and possibly being a little bit abusive to my mother, so I read up on the classics looking for a way to deal with this situation, I eventually found, through Hesiod the perfect way to deal with the situation, one evening, my father came home so I ran upstairs to my mothers room with a sickle made from bits and bobs I eventually climbed inside my mothers vagina, and then when my dad decided to do the business with my mother I cut his bits off mid coitus... needless to say he was not impressed.

So there I was, inside my mothers vaginee, dads penis in my hand and I thought to myself, where am I going with this blog? I have thrown myself in at the deep end with this one. I mean, is there anyone who reads this that is actually interested in greek mythology, would they be prepared to read this? So I did that thing where I took the narrative outside itself and examined it in the hope that people would at least find the self examination amusing.
They didn't so I carried on, and I took control of the kingdom of everything, and then my next door neighbours moved in, and they had a young child which cried a lot. Those of you who know the Cronus myth will know that Cronus loved eating babies, and I thought to myself why not?

Cronus has, for better or worse become a symbol of a time where I was doing really well in my study because I put in an ace 6000 word essay on him and his development as a mythological character, yet now here I am again posting shit grades in a course which I find easier to understand, not least because I have eaten my next door neighbours child and I have my fathers severed penis in my hand.
stupid prick
ReplyDeleteOuch. That really hurt my feelings... :(
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