Alright, filthies, try to wrap your feeble minds around this. I am The Homunculus. No, I don’t have a proper name, and I don’t deserve one, nor are any of you equipped with the mental faculties to don me with such. My origin is a sad and wretched tale which pleases no ears on which they fall, so I’ll skip over that lot for now. It is beside the point in any case, as I’m writing this drivel to give my horrible thoughts on horrible topics my keepers have laid out for me. They say they’re accepting outside input, but I honestly doubt any of you drool monkeys could give me anything of relevance to speak on. Still, I can already anticipate the screaming rage you’ll all go into, complaining about my columns here, so I’d dare you all to go ahead and throw your best shite at me like the baboons you are. That way I can wholeheartedly ream your collective arses over your own disgusting hypocrisy.
Well! With that said and done, I shall dump unto you this first unholy topic of discussion: Mirrors.
I HATE THEM.
Do not mistake my words for hyperbole, I utterly and sincerely DESPISE the things. They’re so very ugly! The patent on these devices is a poor model indeed, for every one, every single one I have seen spits nothing but horror and madness at me. Its creator must have been a wizard of the cruelest order, and its manufacturers are all heathens in the eyes of a dead God! To perpetrate this punishment on the masses for so long in your human history is a feat without parallel, and without reason. It is above and beyond even what injustices you apefucks are infamous for. It is a visual holocaust stretched through the ages! Do not question my statements, I have researched the topic. I have toiled for endless revolting hours in learning of the object I discuss. Anything less would doom me to a fate of such toxic ignorance that I might be confused for the likes of you, dear reader! No, I know all too well what foolish horrors you’ve thrown against each other with these mirror-things. You tried to disguise your crimes, but covered them only with a blanket of stupidity! I know your codes – the “looking glass” is nothing more than the very thing I spit my hatred at in this writing! You thought you could hide it with a retarded title, but I am wise to your ridiculous ways. And I would like to take this opportunity to scold you all for this “looking glass” joke. All glass involves looking! In fact, regular glass does nothing but AID the act of visual observation. A mirror does not even accomplish that much! All it contains is a piss-poor copy of what I can already see around me, ruined with a horrible monstrosity in the middle, seething with boils and abrasions, like the rejection of a sewer mutant. Fucking mirrors.
I reiterate; I HATE THEM.
I cannot come to a definitive conclusion, but I am certain of at least two possibilities: Either the lot of humanity is a cruel, sadistic, evil and worthless bunch, or my sensibility in matters of taste and manners are sophisticated by eons above yours. I have taken into consideration that both may very well be the truth to the matter. For you people have seen fit to display these framed slices of hell in nearly every building you infest! I have seen rooms, white and stained with your excrement, with several mirrors lined side by fucking side. It’s like a comic strip borne of the nightmares of Adolf Hitler! You hang these panels in your homes, inside your horrific vehicles, you even hide them within the albatrosses carried around your necks! (That last bit of boiling hatred goes to all the ladies out there.)
There is true and tangible evil hidden inside these mirrors. Do not forget, I have done my research! Don’t you DARE fucking forget what I tell you! I know the legends, the stories of the daemons contained inside the icy realm the mirrors portray. And to the foolish human who breaks the gate and unleashes them, therein lies a curse! A punishment for klutzes worldwide, that their unrestrained gestures are haunted with seven years of torture. 7, the number itself symbolic of the jagged edges the mirrors project! A veritable house of daggers awaiting release at the hint of a heavy breath!
AND THEY ARE SO VERY UGLY.
In my research (Lest you fucking forget!), I learned much of human superstition, apparently a force enhanced by radioactive means, no doubt. Whatever happened to stition certainly pissed him off a great deal to taunt you humans so! I know it holds the number seven in high regard, normally blessing it with luck or some such bull-shite. And here the mirror daemons have the power and audacity to alter the fundamental nature of it, associating 7 with their mischievous ways once freed. Repaying you with nothing but pain, like some twisted anti-genies! They are alchemists of the metaphysical, architects of fate, to damn the accident prone and their angular numerals to temporary hell. Nay – they are demolition technicians of fate, for they take the plans laid out for you and smash them like the broken visage of their former prisons.
TAKE NONE OF THIS LIGHTLY. I speak in only the slightest terms! I know I should not coat my words in the sugary-sweet lies of safety, but there is no other way you morons would have them enter your mind. This is only the briefest of warnings, I hold back much! Mirrors are HORRIBLE and EVIL. And so very UGLY. Dispose of them with the greatest of care! Do not break them, lest you plan on committing a quick and efficient suicide thereafter! If so, I pray the daemons do not follow you through the grave, for even the most blessed of heavens will become your eternal hell! Time has no meaning in the hereafter, the seventh year may last several eternities! And you should be so lucky! There is no life after death for The Homunculus. I am an abomination who can only hope for the sweet embrace of the void, and is tortured each day with the knowledge of his own existence! I would dare you to murder me if I believed you possessed the ability and spine required, but you’re all filthy slime unworthy of my recognition. Quit reading my disgusting words immeditately!
