!WARNING! mental vomit !WARNING!

DEAR GOD AND ALL THAT IS UNREAL.

MY INTENST SUFFERS FOMR THE UNHOLY BLIGHT

I CANNOT RID MYSELF OF SUCH CRAZ UNLESS THE HEAD COMES CLEAN OFF, WHY FOR AREET THOUGH A PAIN MY MY EVER LOVING BRAIN FUCK SHIT DAMN RANT RANT RANT RANT RANT FUCK!

the end is near, the begining was just a taunt. a clever guise of love and hugs that came to bite when the time was right

plotting and waiting. ive said it before, the future has only what the past has yet to bring. there are no occurrences, there are no new boundaries unbroken. all is linear, all is possible. To what degre do we really live?

As i sit here and rant, my coffee gets cold, i get a few seconds older, and the world gets a few seconds closer to unlitmate demise. how so should we deal with our fate? is it really that far off?

new topic

the torn topic that was JTHMs initial comment on page 8. i loved that strip and all it had. his lyrical proformance oin the topic of humanity was outstanding to say the least. the distinct possab;ity that he was totaly right, is what makes it fold down upon itself and becom in faze, so as to reach a hulking power that is capable of crushing small cities.

the rush of intense feeling is that of the common man

why cant the rush come onto me> the romans buit aqua ducts, yet i cant build a simple cognizant thought pattern capable of tunneling through this filth in my brain. oh how i dispise thee, this brain of mine. i love this typing it feels so ogod, just to lt the poaths clear and the mind vvblend as a cameleion would do when it senses danger. Is my brain in danger? is my brain poerhaps the danger??

camouflage is not only a means of concealment as to perform acts of defense. Offence camouflage apers regularly in nature. is this the act of war on my pyci? is my brain willing to kill myself just so it to can die?

perhaps my brain is sick of hta rot-fest i have forced it to endure over these past few years. I want to cry inside,

like a child misses his mother, i miss my sanity
the sanity that once guided me down busy streets and across expansive highways.

i lost it in the crowd, and now all i have is my feelings. these overbear emotions that i wear like a crown of thorns. Perhaps this feeling of pain is only my outshell hardening. perhaps the flight of my "mother" being is not an act of violence, but an act of self preservation. how is one to live in life if one cannot rely on ones self? TWO

he felt lonely

i do read the past, i do read what i have wrote, and i do not believe i am the same person. I am a differnt man all together. i used to hate i used to feel unbridled anger for my surroundings. How did i progress to such a pussy state of existence? no anger, no pessimistic additude on life, i have only my sense of good and my complacency with life. the lite bugs me. turn it off i must.

gone the way of the do-do it did

Today i start anew, today i start with motivaction to thrive. Today i gain what i once lost in the desert of a relationship.

today i forfeit my happiness and complacency.

tomorrow, i wage war.

after all, nothing begat everything.

-Demo^2