May 2013
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Things don't always
The green stench lingered about me and harbored with it memories of just a few hours earlier. Memories of a time where thoughts seemed to permeate the air around me, serving no purpose but to distract from the menial task at hand. I wasn’t particularly good at pushing a lawn mower back and forth, but than again, who is? I’d like to say the thoughts and ideas that occur to me while...
January 2013
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November 2012
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If your thought does not fit within the confines of a character limit, to feel disappointed is to rebel against millions of years of a biological progress which has brought about your cognitive ascendance and superiority. To squander such an endowment on the trivial and the mundane, pragmatic affairs of your existence is to put to waste the only thing that differentiates you from a pig, or a dog....
June 2012
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Everything keeps shrinking, turning stale and translucent. There is no horizon, only flat water.
January 2012
2 posts
The cuts on the wall were many, the cuts on the wall were deep. His malice poured into each one, let us hope they do not consume.
“I don’t really understand..”
“— we don’t understand that honey, only Jesus and God know that.”
“But why di..”
“— We just have to trust in Jesus because he knows everything.”
Blow my fucking brains out.
November 2011
1 post
I couldn’t find you in that barren storm, I couldn’t find you. Like twigs beneath you are people crushed, those faces you saw but never knew. I can’t imagine how you feel, but sometimes I glimpse what you see. High above it all, you and I sit. We look down on them, but we can’t see their faces from here. It’s a necessary perch, no doubt, but is it solid? Won’t...
August 2011
2 posts
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Sometimes I over-analyze things...
Such atrocities did he commit, all for the sake of his father’s approval. The screams of his victims fell on deaf ears as the immense sphere of destruction carved it’s path through such a placid land of casual frivolity. The mice were not quick enough to stop him. The cat’s claws were no match for his clever maneuvering. The dog’s teeth held no chance of snagging either...
July 2011
2 posts
“Yes, everyone sleeps at that hour, and this is reassuring, since the great...”
– Albert Camus - The Plague
I just had this dream...
A dystopian society ruled by sadistic old rich people holds a social experiment on a large group of young people. I’m the oldest one in the experiment. They trap them all in a school to survive, and introduce a black blob called the “bubble“. It’s vague about what the bubble does, other than gives the holder all the power in the group. The bubble makes it so that it’s wielder dictates what...
April 2011
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You’ll find me wedged in some terrible, dark place. You’ll find me on the brink of insanity, you’ll find me anywhere but your shallow memories and public displays of concern. I inhabit no world but my own, which I’ve disgustingly let you convince me is yours. I’ll be resisting until I can’t anymore, not because It’s who I am, but because it’s who I...
March 2011
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A tremulous tumble through thoughts hidden, a ceaseless reflection on nothing but the stale self. “Show me your self” they say, “Show me your self”. To explode would be too easy, to let loose all those bits and pieces, to drown them all with such gruesome revelations. The worst is yet to be realized, the worst is that they cannot drown. They have no lungs to breath with,...
January 2011
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So many lanes all twisted around each other, so many people confusing left for right, blaming it on each other. So many people jumping from their perches, so many people staying where they are. I could jump. I could jump but I couldn’t fly. Maybe I’ll jump just for the heck of it, maybe I’ll pretend to fly until gravity is kind enough to let me fall. Whatever I choose, I know it...
December 2010
4 posts
This unstoppable force expands within me, this repressed human nature mocks me with it’s immanence, grinning at me as it grows and grows, threatening to overwhelm my ability to subdue it. Lose control and go on automatic, let the inclinations of this nature take hold of you. Let it than gush out, ironically repulsing the objects of it’s desire, than leaving you no more than a pile...
He Doesn't Know How To Fly Like I Do
I can sit here and be a beautiful alien. I can sit here and become absolutely absent, I can sit here and stop caring about all those little things in such a distant place called earth. I can swallow nothing, and breath a vacuum. If to be alive is to do nothing but pick and nag at the discrepancies of existence, than call me dead. Watch me float above you now with confident aimlessness, ready to be...
It’s a terrible irony that everything you’ve done, all you are, everything about you exists for no other reason than to benefit another. Your existence is meaningless without companionship. Isolation is worse than death, for in isolation there is no one else to project yourself upon. Your selfishness can not exist when there is no others to appreciate it. Everything you work for, everything you...
November 2010
6 posts
A Fish Out of Water
Superficiality clings to you like a bad smell. You eat and breathe narcissism, you bathe in blatant flattery. Your world is a material one, devoid of any mystery. You accept comfortable thoughts and philosophies in exchange for the loss of free-thought, you take blind acceptance in exchange for inquiry. You take for granted the fact that you are special, regardless of your conformity. You float...
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+10, +50, +100...
Everything feels right as the bright yellow numbers pop up on my screen, reminding me that I’ve accomplished something. I watch the lifeless body of my opponent drop to the floor, clenching his face in pain as he’s been programmed. A false sense of accomplishment begins to take hold of my mind as I continually do this, over, and over again. I turn the corner, and standing before...
Insomniacal Revelations.
I Stay up at night just to prove that I can. I lay in bed at some obscene hour wishing to be a fish. I heard somewhere that fish don’t sleep, that they only rest. I resent my body for not being more like a fish’s as it gives way to exhaustion. I’m constantly trying to deny reality with my insomnia. Against the sun, against my self I find rebellious rapture. Eventually though, I...
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Digging
When he dug his hole, he knew only one thing: He was looking for purpose, he was looking for more, he was looking for himself and nobody else. He dug all night, because he knew he had to. With each shovel full of dirt he flung behind his shoulder the great mound of earth at his back grew larger and larger, and the hole beneath his feet became deeper and deeper; He didn’t stop to measure either of...
