The agent was there last night, saving me and then comforting
me. I suppose I frequently find myself at a loss for words and at a loss
for simple glad handling these days. Images still remain. I wonder
how easily memory is twisting everything around. We must be thankful for
its existence. Without its insistent reach and bend we would all be
running around screaming.
I cannot recall when they first entered. I am never able to remember. There is nothing and there is sweating and an ugly caustic feeling of dread and I cannot cry out. I am a child again even though this is happening in the here and now. He is in bed, looking up at the ceiling and it is awful and then he is on the floor, in the hallway, down the stairs and on the floor again, so fast and looking up all the time. What is that color coming in through the blinds? Why can no one else hear this? Where is everybody? Don’t let me go, please.
Ah, it is always the same old same old. Why, you could ask just about anyone off the street to describe it and would probably get some version of the same. Does that discount anything? Does it discount a fear far stronger than anything….
One body on top of another. She offers this as comfort.
I can’t remember how many times I cried today but I suppose it doesn’t really matter. Giving it all to that cloaked one sounds like a wonderful proposition. Is it wrong? The signs are very real. I am an arrogant fool. How many times can one ask for forgiveness? I tried it for the first time just the other day. Is that really accurate? Is it something one just tries? It feels good to have these outside again. Not very much has made sense lately. Ah, urban development. We must remember to pay attention lest we unleash some sort of tulpa in our midst, committed to doling out the sort of justice we’ve all brought upon ourselves.
It will probably start on a Friday. The banks will announce a security action…
Crap but Demi has gorgeous legs. Those recent concerts! Am I chauvinistic pig for mentioning something like this? Maybe. Crazy maybe.
I think I had a dream about drowning at some point recently and found it to be incredibly comforting. Please don’t hold that against me. I have been trying recently to become better at certain things and I think I’ve succeeded in some small, almost imperceptible but still very real ways. Dollars to donuts but nothing has crawled up inside of me.
A minor miracle I suppose. Is that an apt description or am I being too hyperbolic? That feeling on the tram. How I have often wished to be a taxi driver. In whom may I seek refuge these days? I tried something the other day but felt bad in the middle of it.
I think I’ve seen ugliness again. first instincts are not always what they seem. He is trying to hide behind all these paintings for an allegedly dead artist. Be careful when you decide not to shake his hand. Then that beautiful music starts up again. another one is raising his hands up to the sky. Another life he was a vampire. Hard to get back into the swings of things isn’t it? no one is going to appear. And that was not a soft lie you told. This is all going to go much worse than we anticipated.
Everyday there must a be little release or you are converted to a slave once more. Did you seriously consider that idea? Shifting that sugary addiction around to something more ethereal. What kind of sin would that be? The Jackal easily regained control, oh to be the jobber.
I often hear everyone’s voice as Tom Noonan’s so twas very easy for me to relate.
Sad sad sad, I suppose everything is by and large sad and miserable. His chief goal is to lie with breathe. Blessed are we inside this….
Yes, I think he was quite correct when he wrote that everything is ugly followed by a smiley face. The face was there so folks wouldn’t take shit too seriously. People are so serious these days it makes me want to piss in my cornflakes!! Sloppy vampires, eh. Who to consider these days? I think something blue and metallic or someone using arrows. He imagines again the dislocation, the complete dominance and control and then forgiveness and comfort. How he hates….
Is nothing understood? Do you believe this desire is so easily transferable? Please refrain from all this mindless boasting. We are all hiding our pathetic sorrows. He is deluding himself we all are. This is not going to work out how any of us wished. Dancing in the neon and there is no one else around, only a bizarre and ancient form of mysticism prevailing. My head hurts all the time. why does everyone talk to me? Don’t they see how much it hurts? I would happily bring over that bottle of wine to hear you say those beautiful words: “I disagree.”
I’m real enough. Are we suddenly stuck without any punchlines? I cannot stop watching the Wonder Woman trailer. It is so good. Not just good. SO good. I guess we’re all breaking down little by little. Flesh is melting and melding and merging and the result is a grotesque oversexed monstrosity. There is a tower of Babel nearby and we all began speaking gibberish the other day. I think I was screaming for help inside my mind. I have no hair to pull. Perhaps if we danced some time. After he showed off his news toys. You need to visit me more often. Please everyone, stop talking already. I wouldn’t even care except I feel so…. Are the mountains staring at me too?
Is there someone out there writing something that is going to shift perception? This idea, the whole fabric flipping is the thing keeping me up. oh, we are all so very sad and ugly. Anyone betting on us to go past midnight is going to be very disappointed. I think I encountered this lunar queen but then I wondered if it was all just a dream. Real or illusion, it was certainly glorious. Worship is a tricky word and can be quite dangerous if used improperly. Everyone please forgive me. If I ask real nice would all the voices just stop at once?
I grew up with soft water.
I cannot recall when they first entered. I am never able to remember. There is nothing and there is sweating and an ugly caustic feeling of dread and I cannot cry out. I am a child again even though this is happening in the here and now. He is in bed, looking up at the ceiling and it is awful and then he is on the floor, in the hallway, down the stairs and on the floor again, so fast and looking up all the time. What is that color coming in through the blinds? Why can no one else hear this? Where is everybody? Don’t let me go, please.
Ah, it is always the same old same old. Why, you could ask just about anyone off the street to describe it and would probably get some version of the same. Does that discount anything? Does it discount a fear far stronger than anything….
One body on top of another. She offers this as comfort.
I can’t remember how many times I cried today but I suppose it doesn’t really matter. Giving it all to that cloaked one sounds like a wonderful proposition. Is it wrong? The signs are very real. I am an arrogant fool. How many times can one ask for forgiveness? I tried it for the first time just the other day. Is that really accurate? Is it something one just tries? It feels good to have these outside again. Not very much has made sense lately. Ah, urban development. We must remember to pay attention lest we unleash some sort of tulpa in our midst, committed to doling out the sort of justice we’ve all brought upon ourselves.
It will probably start on a Friday. The banks will announce a security action…
Crap but Demi has gorgeous legs. Those recent concerts! Am I chauvinistic pig for mentioning something like this? Maybe. Crazy maybe.
I think I had a dream about drowning at some point recently and found it to be incredibly comforting. Please don’t hold that against me. I have been trying recently to become better at certain things and I think I’ve succeeded in some small, almost imperceptible but still very real ways. Dollars to donuts but nothing has crawled up inside of me.
A minor miracle I suppose. Is that an apt description or am I being too hyperbolic? That feeling on the tram. How I have often wished to be a taxi driver. In whom may I seek refuge these days? I tried something the other day but felt bad in the middle of it.
I think I’ve seen ugliness again. first instincts are not always what they seem. He is trying to hide behind all these paintings for an allegedly dead artist. Be careful when you decide not to shake his hand. Then that beautiful music starts up again. another one is raising his hands up to the sky. Another life he was a vampire. Hard to get back into the swings of things isn’t it? no one is going to appear. And that was not a soft lie you told. This is all going to go much worse than we anticipated.
Everyday there must a be little release or you are converted to a slave once more. Did you seriously consider that idea? Shifting that sugary addiction around to something more ethereal. What kind of sin would that be? The Jackal easily regained control, oh to be the jobber.
I often hear everyone’s voice as Tom Noonan’s so twas very easy for me to relate.
Sad sad sad, I suppose everything is by and large sad and miserable. His chief goal is to lie with breathe. Blessed are we inside this….
Yes, I think he was quite correct when he wrote that everything is ugly followed by a smiley face. The face was there so folks wouldn’t take shit too seriously. People are so serious these days it makes me want to piss in my cornflakes!! Sloppy vampires, eh. Who to consider these days? I think something blue and metallic or someone using arrows. He imagines again the dislocation, the complete dominance and control and then forgiveness and comfort. How he hates….
Is nothing understood? Do you believe this desire is so easily transferable? Please refrain from all this mindless boasting. We are all hiding our pathetic sorrows. He is deluding himself we all are. This is not going to work out how any of us wished. Dancing in the neon and there is no one else around, only a bizarre and ancient form of mysticism prevailing. My head hurts all the time. why does everyone talk to me? Don’t they see how much it hurts? I would happily bring over that bottle of wine to hear you say those beautiful words: “I disagree.”
I’m real enough. Are we suddenly stuck without any punchlines? I cannot stop watching the Wonder Woman trailer. It is so good. Not just good. SO good. I guess we’re all breaking down little by little. Flesh is melting and melding and merging and the result is a grotesque oversexed monstrosity. There is a tower of Babel nearby and we all began speaking gibberish the other day. I think I was screaming for help inside my mind. I have no hair to pull. Perhaps if we danced some time. After he showed off his news toys. You need to visit me more often. Please everyone, stop talking already. I wouldn’t even care except I feel so…. Are the mountains staring at me too?
Is there someone out there writing something that is going to shift perception? This idea, the whole fabric flipping is the thing keeping me up. oh, we are all so very sad and ugly. Anyone betting on us to go past midnight is going to be very disappointed. I think I encountered this lunar queen but then I wondered if it was all just a dream. Real or illusion, it was certainly glorious. Worship is a tricky word and can be quite dangerous if used improperly. Everyone please forgive me. If I ask real nice would all the voices just stop at once?
I grew up with soft water.
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