Phone is ringing once again. That thing has gone off five times already. Don’t get all upset just because the fucking phone wasn’t picked up and the poor bastard on the other end didn’t feel like listening to how shitty your life is. He’s positive your life does suck worse than any have sucked in the history of human occupation on Earth. Of course, and this merits multiple sessions of whining on the talky-talk.
Get a hammer and destroy this cursed idol.
the quiet sounds left in the wake of humanity disappearing from the planet soon move to reveal a new beginning, but what is next for this new world?
So I stepped into these pants merely by accident, but the way there was through the network of humans disguised as stick figures… Trapped into a need to free oneself through the truth of violent regression… Is that madness?… We speak so highly of others that sometimes the confidence of self can grow drastically weaker by comparison… The gates sometimes close to the resistance of the narrowed perspective into darkness of oblivion touching them… Ideas manifest randomly to keep the thought structure afloat, trying to break the surface of the deep and cold plunge into innovation’s pathways, and the deeper one goes the darker it seems to be that one has to crawl through in order to reveal more of path in hindsight… Very few of us have the headlights blinking able to see through the pitch-black shit ahead …
the lower extremities ached, and sleep was the steady as the days drifted by… the dreams became fitful and hazy, and the back took the shrug out of my shoulders… looking behind my steps was the difficult gesture, and we were lost to the grace of enthusiastic pretending… sanity was real and the feelings were nervy… as the plant seemed to ween us off of its requirements, we weren’t the capable ones to say that we were done with it yet, but the constriction in my chest says otherwise about that topic… it has been interesting reexamining some of the previous feelings connected with it, but the negative feelings seem to outweigh the positive ones… it is difficult to reset those imperatives that have kind of been directing themselves, but I was always more than willing to find out …
Wonka had nothing for my case of lead-based paint ingestion, and neither did the doctors, who said i would be mentally-deficient for the rest of my life. It sucks to be considered a retarded person when you don’t happen to be one. As kids, we see ourselves in a completely different way than we seem to when we find how adulthood has changed us, inside and out. Heavy thoughts like stagnant water sit still in my brain, with my mind held captive, and my body fearing for its’ life. Progress is free for those can afford it, and you have to stick to the regimen they create for you. If you don’t abide by their rules over you, then you might be labeled some kind of slippery slur that will raise the personal defenses, and then you will have …
tHere are strangenesses about in this lair…small surprises along the way to greater things…no focus will well lead someone across the blades with a disappointed air…the scraps of personal power that we give to other beings is astonishing to say the least…what obnoxious freaks are we to think we are the masters here?…the surgeon will cut with a certain precision to the incision, they have all done this before somewhere…the world is not our whore to play with so easily…what benefits the estranged soul who darts in and out of the centuries looking for bliss, is it possible to understand wholly from within?…it feels like a real shambles, but will always change without reason to the hard second…turnabout is fair play, or so they say…eye don’t believe in a way out…it is all obnoxious puppetry in the extreme…we are …
So you have lost your way again…Welcome to my world…This is a fairly reclusive state, Here within the blog, and I speak from the soul of this thing I have become…Sometimes the flow is strong, and the words come from a depth that just grows inversely proportionately to my own positive adaptive growth, the well of experiential memory is defined by the lives of others before my own…I will not use the phrase “hearing voices” too loosely, but Here is where the one can disassemble into the many minds of I…It may seem absurd at first, but all things do sound wacky to the unknowing perspective…There are few things that can almost literally drip from the soul, and words are capable of moving masses, microcosms of the universal within ourselves…I enjoy writing these words that become the bearers of …
Honestly, it started out just exploring the fantasies that burgeoning pubescent adolescence seems to create from the bulk of unrevealed imagination, and once I reached the age where sexual yearnings meant something, I sprung into action. Masturbation was always a key component to my exercises through the mundane, but at times, even that would be wearisome because of too frequent a regimen. I will admit that I’m not the world’s greatest lover, or even the most romantic person in putting wheels to action, but I don’t even shoot for those goals. I stay true to my heart, and feel my way into a situation. At first, love was never an issue, and my hatred for the whole of human existence was fairly intact from the moment that disparaging insults flew my way. The sexual experience was single-mindedly sought out, …
Tears of blood, fall from grace;
Scabbed wings from a hollow face;
Pain of heaven now flame in hell;
A wish to say I never fell
The sources of understanding come at a frightful price. As we age, I believe we all realize this within ourselves, and how it would begin to grow and unleash itself upon the world through an expression of fear and aggressions that aren’t wise to reveal in this day and age. Those late night introductions to hot pornography or thrilling horror films, back in a time when things were young, and the thrill was a long distance from occurring. There were more pleasant things that would appear at times throughout it all to help us realize our safety, but after childhood’s end, we have ourselves and those few people we trust to aid us through to the end. Even though that isn’t totally assured for all of us, there is no mass guilt for this factor, …
