Tag Archive: Romance


From my life, I’ve always felt that something was missing. I wanted to just live like everyone else, to make things easier on myself. But living that way made dreaming impossible. I’ve had a hard time falling asleep because there’s so much more to think about. I talk to people, but that’s not enough. I end up having conversations with people about everything, but then I keep having new ones in my head about new and exciting everythings and each aspect needs to be explained because something is missing. This same thing that’s missing is why is started Zedu and Wizard Seed in the first place. Something needed to change. People needed something else to connect, to help them understand in ways that are greater than words.

People are addicted to the words of others. It’s no wonder, words are stimulants just like any other drug. This is completely fiction, but the science is real. If you’d like to understand these words, you need to engage the other half of your brain where all the strong connection are. The other half of the brain is the one you use to break down things. This part undoes all the connections. Unfortunately, without the other half, trust falls apart, people stop growing and you run the same risk that all word leaders have. You are just as powerful as they are, so take it with a degree of freedom and a degree of subjugation. Without both, you can be dangerous.

This is a story about the very same kind of danger. If given the power to manipulate and charm, if given the option to get away with any crime and never have to face punishment or atone, what kind of person would you be? The fear that you would hurt people given the option to lead them stops many people from becoming great. Never the less, we should consider the kind of destruction we can cause and what will heal it. So I give the liberty to explore your passions, to rape and pillage as you please, but when this page closes or you lose sight of this page, you are bound by morality again. This rule is not subject to interpretation nor metaphysical loopholes. If, in any way, a person breaks this imaginative liberty, I am not responsible. You are free to imagine so long as you only imagine. But if you infringe on anyone, you must make it right. This story shows what happens when this pact is broken, and a person gives himself the liberty to hurt people. This story shows one way to make it right and atone, but more importantly, It shows that even the wrong things can become wonderful given the right approach. The conlusion I’ve come to in seduction is people when ignorant of pain, suffering, debt, and ownership – things often true of people with happiness – are able to control and manipulate people and change and destroy things without hurting, manipulating, or really destroying anything.
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I’m dying in box of my own volition, expanding and going no where at the same time. That makes life a struggle for survival. To survive I have to eat; I have to sleep. I can’t just go outside without clothes. So you see there are things I have to pay for. As ugly as I am, I need cloths to appease other people’s sensibilities. I live in a place where the weather is nice all year. As cold as it gets, here it never drops below freezing. I have to spend money on clothes and money on things to clean them. They only get dirty because I’m alive. A lot of times, I’m sure life would be easier if I was dead, not suicide, just, not alive, dead but alive, maybe a ghost, or a vampire. Don’t like my sanity? Why is the opposite so appealing? I can write about simple things and complicated things and make them invert. Simplicity becomes beautifully complex like the way a bee’s wings move through the air making it disproportionately large body lighter than air. Complex things seem simple like the actions in the brain. Still, why do you prefer the things that are so toxic in high doses? It’s so passive, so uninvolved: it’s porn from where I stand, so ugly once you’ve had your fix, and yet — you still come back, to read some more. I wandered through my dreams once. You’ll enjoy this story though you’ll never dream it yourself. Are you sure you still want to read? As I wandered, I wanted to have a conquest in my youth. My dreams do come true when I sleep. I passed up the first few I saw, and then I spied a woman, tall and slender with an elegant stride. The kind you’re not imagining for the words are enough. They satisfy your need for noise. Her hips rolled as she walked but ever so slightly. I could just grab her and make her mine. Just listen to that echo throughout your mind, “Grab her and make her mine”, over and over again. You’ll never see it because you’ll never dream. The noise just echos. It makes it hard to heal. The sound drowns all the voices that tell you how to love.

Dear Diary,

I had a dream. This is a rare thing for me. I hardly ever dream. I’m an insomniac with acute narcissism. I obsess over my life so much it just sort of, get’s in the way of my sleeping. I could fix it. I read enough text books on the subject to know exactly what I should do to get over it. It’s not very fun. I’m not going to do it. It would probably fix my eyes too, but bah, I’m not really interested in getting better at this pint. I’m alone, but as long as no one reminds me of how alone that I am, I don’t really get lonely. Still, I decided to and follow this dream, to find this girl, to maybe move on with my life.
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What can I write for YOU?

I’ve posted several different topics. I’ve got a lot of different kinds of readers but I don’t have very many people reading my blog, so I’m looking for the most demanded topics. Every month, I’ll write on a new topic.

For february, I have lined up,

Love and Seduction
Brain Training
Politics

All of the posts for february are lined up, but I’m wondering what to do for next month or even aditional topics to include in with the one’s for February. I’m also looking into the kind of things that my readers want. How detailed do you want the topic to be? In the love in seduction (if you continue to request it, it is my most popular topic) what kind of things do you want to happen? How hard core do you want it (or not want it)?

Are there any areas of politics that you want me to adress? How in depth do you want me to go? How far do you want me to travel? Do you want me to interveiw real politicians? I live across the street from one. It would be a start if that’s the avenue you want me to take it.

It’s really up to you. The more people you refer to the site the more I’ll value your vote. Have the people you refer reply to your coment saying that they were recomended by you. I’ll do the top 3 topics people ask for in the comments below.

Part 1 https://wizardseed.wordpress.com/2013/01/29/tales-of-seduction-the-sexy-waitress/

This Short little waitress looked at me like I was crazy. Not a good start if i was going to get her number. For those of you who do this for fun, you’ll know that bad first impressions can be something a good conversationalist can use to his advantage, but it’s a tricky business. You can’t say too much, or you will look like you’re trying too hard. Imagine a girl as crazy as you can make her. What would she say to you? Probably the same things I said to the sexy new waitress.
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I’m a typical taurus. I like to eat, and I like to eat. There is this restaurant that I love to go to. I sit in the same seat when I can, and order the same meal, the biggest most amazing thing on the menu (another taurus thing, we relish decadence).

So I’m sitting in my usual seat, and my usual waiter didn’t greet me like he usually does. I thought it was odd, that I didn’t have my burger within a few minutes of sitting down. They know me, they know what I like, they usually have it waiting. Craig probably does it for the extra tip I give him for doing it, but I’m looking around and he’s nowhere to be found.

after a few minutes a new girl I’ve never seen before comes up and gives me the speech they give to new customers. Her name is Alice. She’s nice. Kinda short for my taste, but she’s hot. Now what was a hot girl doing serving me food? I know it’s her job and all, but it’s Craig’s job too!

I pick up my menu so i can avoid direct eye contact, and looking down at my menu, I saw in a smooth administrative voice, “Where’s Craig.”

“Who?” She looks at me like I’m off the deep end. (I probably am. I’ve looked at the pictures scientists have studied on artists exposed to LSD, and I think in very similar patterns.

“The guy that usually serves this section.”
“Oh, He quit.”

I was outraged but kept my composure.
“Fine, my usual order is the ridiculously big cheeseburger that probably will give me heart attacks if I keep eating them at this rate. You know the one I’m talking about?”

“Yes sir I do.”

Long story short, we’re getting lunch together on thursday. How did I pull that off? Check back tomorrow for the whole seduction.