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Is there anyone

I don’t understand why my mind does what it does or comes up with what it sees. Some are brilliant inventions and I know exactly how they work and some are dark and twisted things that kill when you look … Continue reading

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Ok So I am a bit more fucked up than normal

Rule number 1 Always have an exit strategy Rule number 2 When you start to make your self think that you are crazy you probably are Rule number 3 When you can no longer cope use the exit strategy When … Continue reading

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A Night Like This

It is a night like this that I pace the house my mind not able to settle on any one thing. I close my eyes and I am somewhere else. Sliding back and forth between safety and sanity. I find … Continue reading

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What I want

I make it no secret that I will eventually die either by a situation I have put myself in or by my own hand. I do not want anyone to misunderstand this fact. It is not that I dislike life … Continue reading

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Wind

Today the wind slides across the black sand as I have decided to stay inside my cage for a while longer. I can see it blow tiny puffs of dust across the stark¬†plain. In the distance A plumb of dust … Continue reading

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The Beginning

I sit watching the sunlight dance off the black sand as the hot breeze rustles the leaves that my prison has grown to protect me. Why the architects protect me I am not sure, why I am not impaled on … Continue reading

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On the Edge

As I curl in my living prison watching the leaves that shielded me all day I realize that it is happening again. The reason why I live my life in this desolate land of twisted images and all things sharp … Continue reading

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Addiction

I am not sure how it happened or even if it is possible but I am addicted. Not to any drug known to man or beast but to you. I am not sure how you did it but I crave … Continue reading

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Daylight and Mourning

I watch the horizon carefully waiting for what I dread is coming. I can almost see the¬†crystalline shine on the glimmering black sand. Just as when the green and blue moons recede pulling their lovely soft colour from the shimmering … Continue reading

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Stuck

Trapped, mired, jammed, wedged, these words don’t mean quite the same thing as the far more pleasurable restrained or caught. Today is one of those days that I look at the shining bars of my self made prison. They are … Continue reading

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