Um, the other person was like who the hell I am. Well, I am proud of you people not being addicted to porn surfing, and blogging about yourself, and you are interested in the exchange of ideas. The person above does not know that I have loads of underground writing for free on the internet and has no idea who Vampariah is. That is cool. When you start at the top all you can do is go downwards. It did not make sense for me to try to climb higher in life. I went down. Since the earliest ages I have had famous people sit at my table, and with wit teach me how to speak and say things the way minds that come from something would present somebody who is someone, someone who has the audacity to even go against the grain of what convention would dictate would be appropriate to say. I have had these modest icons sit at my table and be. When I am approached with fame I do not ask for an autograph, I know what to do with these paparazzi chased beings, include them in life the way it was before someone said HEY THEY GOT SOMETHING NO ONE ELSE HAS, and their life changed forever.

Fame comes from the word hunger in Italian, it is fame. To be an athlete you need hunger to win, to receive fame, but as an artist you need a different kind of hunger, you have to live without for when with the muse the poem never gets written, and so hunger, is not allowing things fa ya self, because if we feed the hunger then we are animals, if we deny ourselves these feedings then we are gods, and icons, and we become something more than nature intended.

Hell, is hell neccessary? Yes Hell is neccessary in this reality. We won't need hell in the future. Hell serves a very important sevice these days, the pretend wars, the pretend evil, the bubble of peace has decended, and the focus of the media on horrors is to get us humans seekign peace, like a man may walk away from a bickering campifire instead of telling the HOOK story, and pretending to not to have a hand, and scare all the little kids, instead of that the man goes insearch of where his echo comes from, he shouts, he sings, he listens, and he follows the neck of the woods from where he hears somethng with almost the same power as him, and he will face a chasm, he will see the placid water below, and when he turns his foot on a pebble and the scraping sound is amphitheatre amplified, then he knows he is alone, and he speaks: "A man could get used to this." He says. The echo repeats what he says and he is surprized he got an echo from life, in the emptiness, it is the emptiness that collects the sounds waves and then throws them back at you. The fire will always be there.

Oh, and now I see you said Hell isn't neccessarily a bad thing, I thought you asked if hell was neccessary. Um, no hell is quite foul, and hopeless. The only thing that I had going for me unlike other poeple that slip into hell, is that I systematically went in there burrowing tunnel after tunnel with bare hands fascinated how the dirt was shit and the shit was dirt, and the more I played with the dirt and shit the more I became one with the earth and became a shit and at one with the dirt. Going into hell on purpose is different than others who because of lack of information do not even know where the hell entrance is, get stuck in hell, because they were unprepared. It takes a lifetime to prepare for hell. You need to know the name of every muscle in your body, every bone, and the physiology of the body, because it is simply a matter of body snatching. And to get the body back you have to know how the body works, and how it doesn't work, shitting in your pants and walking the streets in the center of the road where no one can smell you because your body is not yur own.

Oh He is tough, he walks in the center of the street, who does he think he is? He thinks he is better.

No I am worthless, my underwear is yellow as well, this great body is not my own, my skin it peels, and the sunlight has caused an explosion in my face, like there was some fossil fuel there and the sun caught fire to it. No one will hit me with their car, they see me a long ways off like a wounded animal dressed in black, limping, dragging a leg because it is stuck in hell. Th only hope I had was that I enetered hell to prove I could get out so that all of you had no fucken reason to complain about life, because I am tired about all of your apathy and complaints. LIfe is beautiful. Hell isn't bad for men either, women ar eto put men through hell, to make them marinated so they can get married, because a man isn't worth a dman if he doesn't face the evil in himself and beat the shit out of it, because when we walk the streets the kids they know none of this and we have to stand their in the sunlight and look like shit and speak such pleasant things and teach them how to carry on when it all seems so hopeless and pointless having lost the race so bad and so quickly, in an instant one momentary lapse of reason and you have slipped into hell. But you stand ij front of the kids and they run up to you like you are going to make a coin appear behind their ears or something, because the magic trick of life, is that everyone over thirty knows, that it is a mess after that. Life is a mess, everyone finds their own personal hells by then, but by forty we all got it figured out, because we are fucken smart, all of us have been put through the god process, even the blacks, just less so for them. Everyone has gone through what I have gone through in a past life, 100 years back, 300 years back, 1,200 years back, we all have come from someone that could level a great city if they felt like it, or caused a great flood too, or let loose a really bad hurricane season that people talk about for hundreds of years. We all come from someone that had the power of god, and that power of god comes from Hell. All of us are hell spawn, but that is just evolution baby.