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So… It’s been a bit. And, if you have not read these before, hello. How are you? Hope you are doing well. If you have not yet, I strongly encourage reading the posts titled “The Super Hero and Failman.” It will help you understand this particular post a little bit more. So, without further adieu, I need to get on with it. I feel the need to explain those posts from a non-dramatized, real-world view. I need to kind of put myself out there, in hopes to help others, as I try to do with any of my posts, as well as give myself a little therapy. A lot has happened, during and since that little story. To protect the innocent, what I will say is that there has been a bit of family drama in my life, and there was an event that happened, which I give a glimpse of in the first Failman post, that shook me to my core and broke me. I had a nervous breakdown. I was like a china shop that was destroyed in the worst hurricane ever known in human history. I had never felt so broken and useless. ...

Failman, not sure what to do, took a step back to get just outside of the demon’s reach, and watched what was unfolding before his eyes. The Mind’s Eye, the place where all thought occurred in this vessel, was overwhelmed with a blinding light. From that light came a being, a being that seemed to be the source of the light, as Failman could not look upon the being as the light that surrounded it was brighter than the brightest stars all combined into one. The being stepped into the Mind’s Eye, and has its feet graced the land with its presence, the whole of the land was wiped clean. All that was left was the demon, Failman, and the being of light. The being walked forward toward the demon, who was still unable to understand how this was all happening. The being stood before the demon and stared with piercing eyes at him. The demon cowered under the weight of the gaze. “You shall exist here no more,” the beaing said, his voice echoing through the expanse that was the Mind’s Eye. “Retu...

Quick apology to and English majors reading this. This is a one take, quick edit review before I post. The tour of mind palace now in the past, the once powerful Super Hero stares back at the palace into a specific window high on the wall on the northern wing of the palace. On the other side of the window, Failman stands stoically sipping on one of the Super Hero’s best casks of bourbon, staring back down at the Super Hero with disgust. He knows what he must do. He knows that in order to fully control the power of the mind palace and be able to access all of its rooms, he must destroy the Super Hero and take his essence. Failman knows, however, that to perform this deed he must be deliberate in his actions. Otherwise, the Super Hero will return, and Failman does not want that. Failman will be the master of the mind palace and bend it to his will. Below in the depths of the palace in a prison cell, the demon smiles. Failman takes a long enjoyable sip of his drink, and sets down t...

I’ve contemplated writing this now for a couple of months, if not my entire life. Even now, the fear of what I am about to write envelops me like a prickly blanket, its warmth compelling me not to do it. But I have been wanting to answer the questions that many who have met me have asked either out loud to others or quietly deep within their subconscious in that little space that sometimes escapes them as a part of their thoughts. What is that question? “What is with that guy?” For those who know me and read this, and are wondering what I am talking about, just know that I am about to give you a tour of the entryway into my psyche in the best way that I know how, which is in written form. For those who don’t know me and read this, I am about to give you a tour into the psyche of a tortured soul in hopes that at least one of you will use this as a lesson to avoid this trip to Hotel California, and work your ass off to find the love of yourself within yourself, and ask for the needed...