Ebbs and Flows of Life

December 31st, 2017


High on life. I was doing nothing but winning. I didn’t have the most money. Still the same old girls and the same lonely nights. And especially the same problems.

But things were looking better. The gym was something exciting to go too. The friends around were the ones that mattered. And 3 months out from what would be a trip of a lifetime to a venerable paradise with one of the coolest people that had not been stateside for close to 2 years.

Truly on the up and up. Sure not everyone or everything was perfect. There were things missing of course. But the future is bright.

May 6th, 2018

Gym days. Gone. Work. Long and hard enough to the point health was affected and therefore being about one slightly negative emotion from living no different than a bitch on her period.

That slight gut growth from that mild alcoholic haze that happened 2 months back due to the start of misfortune. If not the Redbull being guzzled in certain one week stretches+the last 3 weeks. Just to meet deadlines to survive.

And what misfortune?

Things going wrong left and right. The drunk antics of two certain people aside that caused a mess aside. Paradise being lost and backing out on short notice due to circumstances out of control. And a slow melancholic descent as life grinds whatever good cheer there was.

Well here we are awaiting the inevitable pendulum swing.

What’s assured is that good times will eventually come. And getting up is ever easier when one has acclimated to being kicked down on a daily basis.

Life lesson. Just get up.

Tomorrow is likely never to be a better day. And the dreams had during times of misfortune are certainly better than life itself.

But time goes on. Would you rather be swept away or keep struggling for life? Time moaning is better spent working. Or hell even sleeping. Get rested so that work is atleast a tad bit easier.

All I know is I’m owed a bottle of absinthe, a blowjob, and a steak after all this. Order irrelevant.

Ba hum bug.

And cheers.

All the best,

Comte De St. Germain



The more and more I stay where I am even if who I am is starting to change even more heavily than ever the more lost I become.

I was happy just half a year ago with a goal to strive for and even when it all came crashing down on me due to local politics I was more than satisfied to let it go and come back to it if the right opportunity presented itself.

Then a drastic personal change took over me. For the better I would say too. I’ve minimized things that are damaging to my health cold turkey and without even any prompting. The gym has become a more regular thing that soon I think I’ll be going 5 days a week and will feel the need to go there.

And the largest change to my personality has come. I’ve just become aloof. Not just aloof with girls. Or aloof with the nightlife oafs. Or aloof with the people I don’t care for. But generally just aloof.

It’s scary now that I don’t know where I’m headed. I spend late nights just thinking about it how everything is so blank in front of me besides some rough things I plan to do for my own entertainment in the near future.

If anything I’ve finally discovered what unhappiness feels like. It’s that nagging feeling of dissatisfaction with the way I am. It’s enough that I’ve become deeply insecure in who I am to a large degree.

The confidence is no doubt still there. But now a void I thought I left long behind me is coming back right into me.

It’s a never ending loop.

I think that’s the next test in life for me.

Nihilism and apathy are unbecoming of me and I’d hate to see that be who I am. Or worse become that.

All the best,

Comte De St. Germain

Stand Tall On Your Own Merit

Make connections. Make friends. Surround yourself with greatness.

Don’t rely on them.

I make it a point to not publicly dick ride my well connected friends. I’ve seen more and more how losers with nothing going for them ride the coat tails of their successful friends that surround themselves with sycophants and flatterers.

It’s one thing if they’re working together. It’s one thing if they’re working for their friend. It’s one thing if they have their friend is working for them. It’s another when they’re proverbially blowing their “friend” for a few likes on a social media outlet.

It’s all irrelevant. I’ll sooner put a bullet in my head before I do that.

Great friends inspire you to greatness. Relying on them for it is what makes me even hesitate to work with them professionally on it. Even to build something together with them where they’re doing the majority of the work.

Lop praise on them in private behind closed doors. That will mean the world.

A nod is enough in public.

Stand high on your own merits and on the life you build.

Consistency and genuine effort are the hallmarks of greatness.

Faith and good works save.

All the best,

Comte De St. Germain

Choose Life

The weather is beautiful. The night is young. There’s things to do. Just get on the road and drive.

Why even step out of the car? The moon’s nice and the music is just ambient enough.

Step out anyways.

Pour liquor. No beer. Not tonight.

Vodka. Two limes. On the rocks.

Tip the bartender a ten. Just because.

Next one’s on the house.

A girl smiles and looks over. Then turns back around and giggles.

“Hey. What did you see?”

“Oh nothing. Just a soulless suit with a bit of an edge to him.”

“So you did see something you like.”

“I did.”

Her tongue feels nice in the back of my throat.

1, 2, 3 all of those drinks were nice. The girl leaning on me is even nicer.

Jade eyes. Bright red lips. Hair so blonde it looks like the moon was reflected on it.

“Hey, lets stop here.”

She sits down and pulls me down with her.

The metal on the bench is just the right amount of cold.

And sharing body heat makes the contrast even better.

Light. Inhale. Exhale. Ash.

“Hey Mister, can we stay like this forever?”

“Why not darling?”

It doesn’t get better than this.

Choose Life.

All the best,

Comte De St. Germain

Low End Night Game is Dead(The End of the cheap lowkey show)

My hiatus from the blog was a result of a foray back into the nightlife world I had long since left behind. I tried my hand at promoting again and doing it my way while making moves to leverage my way into a position I’d had liked to be in(as this was the real reason I had come back in).

After a while, I found myself thoroughly disgusted. As little as a few years ago promotion was about actually bringing people and hot girls to a party and getting properly compensated for it. You were also thrown freebies like guest lists or bottle service as a thanks to those high value people that showed up.

The club/promotion crew that threw the event made money from anything extra they bought and the free publicity from the attention of attractive people made it more likely the average joe showed up to be properly entertained.

Now though, it has devolved into internet marketing ploys with dumb posts on social media to promote the event coupled with mass invites of entire friend lists on Facebook(never mind the fact that Facebook is dead as a showcase for lifestyle and the entirety of the crowd that actually does things migrated to Instagram). And of course the only people that showed up were other industry folks in an attempt to promote their own event and losers that have no business being out at night.

Your fatties, beta males, and low end groupies. Of course the average group of 18 year olds with nowhere to go too, but they aren’t conducive to the nightlife experience as they mob together and never separate as well as their extremely low tolerance for outsiders that normally changes by age 21 or if they have older friends in their groups(in which case it’s a mixed age group with the 18 year olds being brought in to keep it fresh).¬† And of course these 18 year olds will never come back the second they turn 21 so it’s a consistently small market with no longer term return on investment.

If that weren’t enough to disgust you, let me continue. The people throwing these shows are of course insular and retarded in their single minded obsession with cheap puss and drama. It’s almost as if they perpetuate this bullshit in the name of authenticity. And the drama has moved up from gossip behind the scenes to upfront social media passive aggressiveness as if this was MySpace again in 2005.

And worth repeating again. There are no more trashy hot women frequenting these events. As little as a 2 years ago you could have gotten laid with a trashy 7 with a coke and MDMA habit while these days feel free to be sexually assaulted by 4s that seem to carry their weight irrespective of their coke and MDMA habit. FUCK! Thankfully I’ve long since migrated to fresher pastures for my sexual pleasure.

Anyone worth their salt has migrated to the upper end of nightlife or drowned in the stagnation. It’s a dead end game.

Advice for up and coming people into the nightlife scene:

  1. Skip the entry level bullshit. The underground doesn’t matter anymore. Underground connections don’t matter anymore either unless for slightly popular artists soon to get a following, equipment, or video work which is a long way from the starting line.
  2. Hit the high end venues.
  3. Only be seen with model level girls(and by extension only post pictures publicly of your own accord with model level girls). I’m still working on this one here mainly on the social media front.
  4. Watch your social media and hold your load in terms of blasting it until you get your shit right. Still working on this too.
  5. Make connections with people in the grey area(half in the underground and half out)

All the best,

Comte De St. Germain

Maintaining an Image

Well this is a disclaimer post that I haven’t done in a while. Mainly because it’s something I harped about in my early forum days that still hold true to this day. So lets get to it. Contrary to the abundance of rep points and the way I interact with everyone the perception of me as a hardcore pussy slaying womanizer is over-exaggerated.

I’m far ahead of the average man(not hard to do), but respectably¬†below the weight that well established forum members are.

Most of my massive notch count(I would say average among the well repped guys on the forum) is also due to my young age and having really good, self-assured inner game when I was a teen in a teenage environment which literally led to it falling on my lap.

Any really young guy(16-19) all they have to do is not put up with bullshit and they’ll get massive loads of pussy handed to them on a silver platter. It is that easy. Though that’s not something that needs to be talked about extensively as A. it’s not the audience I’m writing for and B. it’s not an audience that would come to this sphere unless they were severely autistic meaning they won’t have game until they rewire themselves which is a moot point as they’ll be atleast 21 by the time they kind of get it.

Anyways back to the issue at hand. Really what is implied by my real life personality, demeanor, and way of thinking leads back to that transient womanizer’s image. And the image is much more useful than the reality. And it’ll always transform you into something even more interesting than the image.

I attract and am held in esteem by men for this so called “wisdom” I’ve accrued and I enchant women who want to be a part of this ideal(both actively seeking the role of side piece or refusing and wanting to be the “only one” or strangely enough just simply to enjoy my company).

By gathering these people it becomes self fulfilling prophecy. I’m in the company of beautiful women and of above par men of all stripes. And no I’m not fucking all these women. They’re simply just at my table just like the men. It’s picturesque, idyllic, and fosters a kind of respect from all that leads to an interesting lifestyle where it’s no strange thing to be somewhere by myself or in the top of the crowd.

Some idiots will tell you that you should fuck every woman in sight. That there is no reason to foster relationships beyond carnal with women. That we should inherently limit the scope of our interactions to men with cop out answers like “women are dumb children so why waste your time with them beyond a fucking”. But that boxes you in.

By expanding my interactions, I create a story worth living in and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

And much the same I think every intelligent man is capable of creating their image. Something that suits and attracts others to them. That builds a life story for them and allows them to transcend the caricature.

All the best,

Comte De St. Germain

The Mirror Image

I’m a person who thrives on conflict. My worldview is fairly Byronic with a thrill seeker’s twist. I guess that’s the justification on why I came to see this fact as it is.

My closest compatriots are of three main varieties. Those entranced with what comes out of my mouth(women being the general majority of such folk), those with whom I find a common struggle, and those whom are my mirror images(generally blending in with category two but distinct merely due to the exceptions). The fact I’m here to state is that everyone has the potential to have that third distinct category as their closest confidants and friends without exception.

So lets define the mirror image. It is someone who is like you in temperament and to a degree a way of life, but differs almost fundamentally in their progression to that same conclusion as well as their entire worldview is completely antithetical to yours. Hence the mirror image. They’re an inverted you. And irrespective of those massive differences you are naturally drawn to them and vice versa as friends. Their loyalty is almost assuredly without fail as well.

Humans are drawn to struggle, but at the same time we’re drawn to the same. Struggle is generally related to some kind of conflict which is why those with common cause are bound together. At the same time it’s why enemies that genuinely view each other as worthy rivals are always cordial and appreciate each other. For remember the time that Saladin and Richard the Lionheart appreciated each other for what they were. Great men! Fuck off with your ideological bantering! The enemy is to be respected even after their senility and fall from grace[fight with a tear in your eye for how they great they once were]! You ideologically infused pigs! You wretched whores, miserable wretches, sniveling sycophants, and bastards that believe in total war and dehumanization!

-I’d tear those assholes a new one, but that kind of diatribe is fit for personal stress relief.-

So we’re back at the mirror image and its greater meaning. These men in our lives are there for a reason. To keep you sharp between the ears and to always provide a good challenge. Realize a different line of thinking with similar ways of life is an inversion away. I refuse to think of their means as the proper way, but nonetheless I respect their beliefs.

The only shame is that there isn’t an army that thought like me. But that would be boring especially with someone of my line of thought. And here in lies the true importance. Boredom and a lack of meaningful struggle is a rotten cancer that creates the living dead.

All the best,


Comte De St. Germain