Hellrider

I'm beginning to understand the masses, when it comes to films, books and articles. You just have to write shocking stuff for people to come and read your blog, and my previous release was my big breakthrough. Before I had around 40 loyal fans, but "Hell Is Right Here On Earth" was certified double platinum with more than 500 views. My commercial breakthrough. Just like any other artist who just released a big commercial succes, I have some less stress about releasing the next one. This one. I am now a bit more free to experiment with my blog, needing to stay true to the newly gained fans, but at the same time try to renew myself.

Enough babbling. This is a 'back to the roots'-blog. My blogging roots are about Strange Magic. Just like the Dutch "Het Huis Anubis"-tv show: same subject, new actors. It's like re-recording the first classic blog, that was certified gold in Zimbabwe. Alright, I'm raving. Let the re-recording begin!

Well, well. I do hope not to have disappointed my fans by blogging about love once more. I'll be straightforward: I do not understand girls. One moment they seem very nice, the other moment they completely ignore you. And then she gives me the impression I actually might be liked by her, and then she's more interested in my cousin. Yes, there's a new girl in the game, and this time I have competition. My own damn cousin, although he ofcourse denies everything. Well maybe he is not interested, but she certainly is. Meh, last week's holiday could've been so much more fun if it didn't end that bad. Want the story? I'll see what I can do.

It all began in the summer of 1927, my father was a simple farmer... oh no wrong story. Last thursday I cycled home with her after a meeting on something unimportant. We had a great convo, the eye-contact, the laughs, everything. And then next day at the "Après Carnaval" party she just completely ignored me. Did I do anything wrong? As if that wasn't enough, there was that constant flirting with my cousin, as mentioned before. And these girls always happen to wear a toxicating perfume to give your defeat an identity. Its like she stabbed a dagger in my heart and then twisted it. But the main question remains "why?" Is there a reason for ignoring me? What did I do wrong? Or perhaps it is her way of trying to shake me off? Well it worked... Nasty, but it worked.

An open ending... The unexpected blog-closer! Epic! I hope this is a good follow-up to the succesful "Hell is right here on earth". In style, it's more back to the roots, with a progressive hue to it. As you can see, I love comparing this to music genres. This is probably because I'm writing music reviews now, and I really like it. Want the site where all my reviews are? Ask in the comments or wait for the next blog!

Thanks for reading. Comment if you like. Oh no wait! This doesn't sell!!! Revision:
Why did your read this? If you comment you're dead.
That's better.(H)