And I don't see the ground anymore. Oh too high the mountain, each step I climb up he seems to become higher. is it not better to smile, then to be smiled upon? dada Rebels sometimes just want to be kings. The best kings are kings don't want to be kings but are it. You gain something else, but you go beyond a line you can perhaps never cross back. The fight ... realize that you loose experience and being if you fight. In many relations one is king and another is servant. Become friends instead, equals. Exchange, realize something he wishes to be and to see, and hope that he will realize something of y When you're with another grow something with him. A talk about something, a play, a work. Without understanding life becomes an illusion, and finally a burden. But I have learned ... I know now that I always have to communicate myself honestly to other people. And I know I will have to leave the theatre one day. And I know I should be an actor as well but I am only spectator. They all seem to wear masks. They all seem to play roles. And when I am with people I often feel estranged. Loneliness ... I know it. When I am alone I miss the feelings company did provide in the past. what shld i do to do what i shld pero al final tan grande la lucha mas grande el resultado y me elevo y volamos y volaremos......... I think I'm lonely when I'm alone, but then in someone's presence I am lonelier than before. I think I'm lonely when I'm alone, but then in someone's presence I am lonelier than before. jghlw If you ever want to feel free to contact me again ... I know a lot about fear and being scared. But then there are times when you feel only your body, and it hurts and burns anywhere. It follows you everywhere your mind goes. The body ... when you feel alright you don't feel your body. Why aren't we all just robots ... just analyzing, just knowing, just doing. At least nothing strange seems to remain. It's only impression. It is in connection with being, but most of the time it's not there, and that's better. If only this all could be rationalized. I wish I could forget God completely, I think my life would be easy. Though I am one of those who hear only thunder. One strange thing remains ... when I think about God for a longer time I always get in trouble. I'm on the bright side now, and it's you who's in the dark. ... the other one falls down. When I read you I sometimes wonder if we're like Yin and Yang ... if one makes a progress ... So I see my shortcomings, I only want to feel alright after the many nightmares ... And then I'm on the light side ... in optimism and clarity. It's as if I'm on the dark side sometimes, in a state of fear and dread. Last week I stopped taking meds and I began doing serious thoughtwork. dreadful klinea god this hurts. k i need help............please........... i am scarred............ i am scarred............ ave ave djgfdj play in the realm of the senses which i ve decieved by reading without my nose and all of this taste looking ive stopped searching ive stopped searching ive stopped searching How much of me is really me?--How much is merely mine? where is this? no one is left no one is left Is there a god?--Descartes begged the question. help Youric speaks in curlicues to rotted undertakers gone to all novelty is but oblivion perfection is asymptotic. i wish i may; i wish i might aardvark might might Quoth the raven, "Nevermore--" I whispered softly, "Never was." I wrote an essay the other day arguing against the concept of free will; it was too easy. I log onto the Internet in the morning hours searching for meaning, but all I find is porn and spam. hahahahaaha franklin's a queeeeeer this is insane this is insane if you want a hot time call (519)884-6960 franklin = god hello hello whitney likes bum whitney likes bum such mad words are spoken here, both of nonsense and wisdom, what souls dare to explain themselves such mad words are spoken here, both of nonsense and wisdom, what souls dare to explain themselves such mad words are spoken here, both of nonsense and wisdom, what souls dare to explain themselves such mad words are spoken here, both of nonsense and wisdom, what souls dare to explain themselves what? there is no end to it counseling explain what and then...........WOW! whn you look at life, you cannot look at yourself. ?? corpse hello? a pity nobody understands ....? I am confused...or dead...either way, it sucks Why should I read any of this? hello what h h stop wasting ur life mason, do something with ur life yes It's not always F2 Dave is gay? Are you a hot latina? .................... I AM GOD god is dead when stating as indescribable cannot describe, ad infintium hmm what ndeed is this oooooooooooooooooooooooooooo kjghk test ok askdnlfn so, what's life? am i alive? though Cool as all wow....this is oddish. wow....this is oddish. existentailism existentailism existentailism ......................Goyim Unite. Goyim Unite? How can it be - this Goyim Unite!? Aren't most all of us Goyim with the exception of very, very few - The Master Race?.....I wish I may; I wish I might - know the joy when Goyim Unite. i once had a dream within a dream; when I woke from the first I wanted to wake from the second--why? I almost said I was fine; it's what I usually say. oops--my mask fell off. nhlj;j;ljkl;j;lj nhlj;j;ljkl;j;lj hey doppelganger, anything new in your life? any thing I can loose I've gained. god perhaps is there more to this? how bittersweet, this almost-happiness I have. I sit quietly, looking around at the cracks in the walls and wondering why they're there. does it all come to nothing? ..................................................................................... ..................................................................................... ..................................................................................... ..................................................................................... this is a chat of sorts? this is a chat of sorts? i am confused poe love me tender excuse me? excuse me? they worship the devil and they want to eat your soul my forks for an exquisite corpse retard gdfhgjsafdjuyl take control of the controller dark night enfold me but then i dont understand what an unfortunate thing it were to be if the world would be forced into the slander of neglect if the meagre lives of those who express didnt forever was to doubt this then the psudonym of life would forever have to be questioned I AM this creation I am not of this creation I am inside out and in between I am long I am thin this is freaking weird what the? what the holla! ITS SELF EXPLENATARY spanish?/// dont you realise, what he is doing ////////////// /////////// //////// what? kd 13:13 i fail to understand i am truly permitted to promise accept loss forever ---And they heard it in the whispers of the wind - the pounding of the evening surf, Murmering slowly - softly - almost imperceptively...the frightening words, "Goyim Unite"--------- haemophrodite why? p8youtlkhjlkhjlfiuyriglb hope deferred maketh the something sick; who said that? so hard to find something that means more to me than me. maybe i don't understand holla. you do not exist adsf adsf What 2 words are most feared by the Overlords? It is "Goyim Unite!"--------- "Equality" is a hobgoblin of only the smallest minds... If you think that all Men are truely equal, you entertain entirely too low an opinion of yourself... Deep into the darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering - fearing - doubting - dreaming dreams no mortal dared to dream before -Poe------------ An Acendant Man, living in a Degenerate age, must, by definition, live in contradistinction to his times.----------- It has come to my attention that the term - "Liberal Thinker" is an oxymoron.------------ If one mouse is "mouse" and 2 mouse - "mice"... ...Then isn't one house a house and 2 house - hice? As we see; that Love and Hate are mearly different sides of the same coin - Ergo, "Hate" crime legislation is the act of outlawing Love. what is this hate low quality nnnnnnnnnnnnn uh yhea popo drunk people on exquisite corpse, bless em! ... the hate/the greed/the abstract need... day is this tiny beam i sit on for the moment d god, this is really weird! what the heck is this???? hello yes jfgdfgl the boys i mean are not refined this epeopepel, e they do always the nothing comes baqck to who I amd not hwo aI amcnannananannacnancornancnanocntrotrnncnannt IN my mind my dreams are real, now you're concerned about the way I feel..... OASIS LIVE FOREVER mad fer ittttttttttttttttt fuck I dont know what im saying but My mind is stillin chaos Berlin crumbles and my mind is in chaos WALRUS fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfufkcuiffuckfuckfuffuckfuckf Shit. What a profound word. mnbvcxzlkjhgfdsapoiuytrewq qazsxdcrfvtgbyhnujmiklop Ferlinghetti is a poet, Ginsberg is a poet George Bush is a moron!!!!! George Bush is a moron!!!!! gfdk what hi :-) thwapppbbbt whatareboffinswhatareboffinswhatareboffins????? whatareboffinswhatareboffinswhatareboffins????? miss you miss you miss you tell JUST I here But that wont do any good for anyone. The second being i don't. I jsut continue this game, and die faster than i already am. The first being I jsut tell him, he then will forget my existance. I don't know what to do about the way i feel, there is no way out. Well there are 2 ways. i wont belive it yes it is clear now boo what? what is this thing hello sfasfdas sfasfdas why so ? I should stop saying eu te amo. I should stop saying eu te amo. Rangus is this a chat room? never really live dreams it seems is all that redeams boffins djdk djdk ? 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If only my heart and my body weren't always trembling with fear ... my mind is so clear. At the sound of your humming computer and a lack of other noise, the time will be: 5 AM. Here we go again. Watch these words drip and run down a page. What is there to say? Hello? I need some apple juice. Mother died today. Or maybe yesterday... (something deep and meaningful yet obscure and abstract so as not to require any explanation) down art If hope you're not Indira yourself, but you're a stupid motherfucking son of a bitch of a human. lesson has ended poo hi kristen kicks ass... Help me I am so alone! fred ray-chul RACHEL contact Stop being created, get creating. hu We're all waiting for Godot. tricky like a fox silence. silence. this is my final fit my final bellyache..... silence. silence. this is my final fit my final bellyache..... there is nothing hre other than the perfect perfect nothingness that is fililing up the walls forev there is nothing hre other than the perfect perfect nothingness that is fililing up the walls forev there is nothing hre other than the perfect perfect nothingness that is fililing up the walls foreve INDIRA IS THERE SOMEONE EDITING THIS CORPSE? running running i am nobody; i have nothing to do with explosions... Perfection, of a kind, was what he was after... I LOVE YOU ......................................................... Elizabeth Lix mark philippoussis is the bomb love Get sick. Get sick. Attack Iraq! jhgdhgfhf Support your sleep. Sadness is often underestimated for its depressing effect ... I know this urge for sleep when I'm sad. Sleep seems to delete and build you anew for the next day. story of a woman on the mourning of a war, remind me if you will exactly what were fighting for story of a woman on the mourning of a war, remind me if you will exactly what were fighting for JUST IN CASE YOU ARE NOT SURE WHAT YOU TYPE GETS APPENDED AT THE TOP. Although there may be suffering, there has been suffering before. Although there may be war, there have been wars before. Although there may be war, there have been wars before. Although there may be suffering, there has i'm so sad, all i want to do is sleep As long as you are there is no death, and when you are dead you are no more. Don't be frightened by death ... I will die and so I must live. Hahahahahahahaha. Ha-ha. i'm so modern that everything is pointless this is your life..... and it's ending one minute at a time manic street preachers manic street preachers i am too real i am too real i am too real truth don't cry for me wait for what? why? its never true in the land of the blind, the one-eyed man is king. in the land of the blind, the one-eyed man is king. Bye. Even if it's silly in itself, in another cosmic sense. I know that looking for truth can mean superstition, but something in it is virtuous I think. Gives way to a more trueful creating in life, perhaps. Perhaps when you recognize that you can influence your authenticity there's a real turning point. You just act, according to what you believe to be authentic. As with anyone, there's no good and evil, I think. He did not first be good and then become evil. Have you read about his youth? He got radical with jews from early on, in Vienna already. Excuse me, but I don't see such a turning point. Or did you mean Hitler? That he was a big one once and had a turning point from where on he falsed? Oh shit, maybe you think I'm a selfish asshole myself. Bye. But I babble about my private stuff. Tried to point out how we're not respected. Fines don't matter. Fucking dependancy. I thought they let me take on my own problems. It didn't matter that I dealt with the issue myself. Only that came "My son has stolen, outrageous." Recently my parents stumbled over that as my mother searched my papers. Quite a lot of money, 200 euros altogether. I payed it from myself, asked no one for help. Last year I stole something. I got caught. I had to pay money to the dealer and a fine to the state. Last year I stole something. I got caught. I had to pay money to the dealer and a fine to the state. But to find out the whys.. it can be so stressing to try. They are the fools, but fools with power and influence. They are the more silly ones, in a cosmic sense. They invent the lies, and lies are silly. [mg] maybe later i think, im not really here it's gone forever somewhrer lost in the net where is my written stuff gone????? they are ill. ill in mind. that's why they chose the fanse way very often. all big ones one day have to chose which way they do want to go. do you know about harry potter and voldemort - just a possibility to picture it leaders can be very intelligent, or they are mostly followers are dumb opportunistes why should leaders be more silly than followers? And to the overlords: God isn't dead but not there. And to the overlords: God isn't dead but not there. It might have begun several times already ... This is the request of modern age as the first of us had the thought that there might be no god. Atheists must transform theistic traditions, while abandoning those that are senseless. And perhaps the guts to deal with our traditions. Change churches into free traveler's lodges. Answer to the great questions ... WE NEED SPACETRAVEL FOR NEW OPPORTUNITIES!! You not only have to fight them but those they pretend to or really do follow. The leaders are more evil than the followers, but sometimes the followers are worse. Credits to Spratley: "I can't stand this rat race." All they have is just a big mouth and a talent for believing in their own lies. Jesus, Hitler, ... all the god guys. Every now and then there comes someone who betrays people with so-called great questions. Sometimes what I read here from the person who loves Hitler is so silly. You're all to pompous and pretentious. ........ An Acendant Man, living in a degenerate age, must, by definition, live in contradistinction to his times..... ...Is it too obvious to observe that all Order ultimately rests opon a foundation of violence?...... Diverse, EcoLesbian, Feminists with A.I.D.S are the primary exponant of Evil in our times ----what am i doing here-------------- [manon genevive] mama, just killed a man, put a gun against his head, pulled my trigger, ... [manon genevive] oh god I love you. I wrote you soe nice lines, oh god dear baby boy. from queen what is read here, isn't true. nothing is true at all. zg that is to desire nothing at all. This is all an attempt at There is only one thing to desire, and t hello i'm alakesh atheists ? caca test hello? Intelligence? Here? Nope, just a few pathetic goths who like swearing it seems. FUCK GOD oh boy Nietzsche, all the way, bay-bee! .....Ok... who was the coolest Existentialist Philosopher?..... hey . ,mxcn I heard they were suspicious of the blue cobras testing ......Expel Kalifornia from the Union!..... and so on ... no ? hello mghjh Sock-it-to-me....Sock-it-to-me...Sock-it-to-me....Sock-it-to-me.... love, amor para Indi, y mucha luz why do i like truth? why do i like truth? I'm not so sure this corpse is all that exquisite. Pleasing? Yes! But exquisite is pushing things a bit far. there is of course no moon that is a plum as a bicycle of indifference fuck gfhdfghfg hola hola vfkls i remembered to forget There is only one thing to desire, and that is to desire nothing at all. This is all an attempt at There is only one thing to desire, and that is to desire nothing at all. This is all an attempt at The jews themselves are no problem but perhaps Israel is one. But are we politicians? significance walks a tight rope Of course, this is all meaningless if we don't solve the Jewish problem. Do you hear me now?................Good! hehe.. u think ur so smart to blame life for your weakness and misery! a333lohohohohho!!! :D dis is FUN!! your voltage is too high make me stop you should come back you sould be back dialysis why is there a woman running in the gentlemen's club? orobouros i SEE, this is some scary copy and type business WhAT IS THE POINT OF THIS? Ehst is theis What the hell is his? later Bye, gotta go. Hmm, I found socrates always an optimist. not in the least bit. sounds socratic we can only hope for the best. hope it stays valid yes, it's a concept good plan. you mean, what degrees I got? lol, none, just private thinker. ah, what educational institution? Like me :). a student, but not for class. more of a personal interest. I guess you're a student looking for material? without a doubt sorry thing no, i haven't much time for discussion do you discuss at the board? yes, indeed yes, it's quite substantial there not a whole lot, just checking out the existential features What are you doing on this website? fuck fuckity fuck fuck lol fuck, cool Fuck, well met. fuck, cool Fuck, yes. fuck, anybody here? Under the motto "Let's examine what people write when presented with this device?" Hmm, could this corpse once have been such an attempt to record? an attempt at meaning through recording fails when the thing recorded has no meaning a legacy for all lose the spoon is this god's blog? "MY FELLOW ATHEISTS"...what the fuck? goddammit, i hate listening to atheists in a room full of christians. How can I justify my own existence? By actions? Can't scroll down here. happy/.com happy/.com happy/.com try hard to justify your own existence scrol down If only we two could not exist. How perfect would that be ... Darn, if only it weren't so that one of us had to get existing. Never asking, never explaining, just loving. I love you but I don't exist jake sayeth: "i can bend minds with spoons" jjl Maybe one can even fool reality with this thing. Never think in here, it's a radioactive black chamber. I already got an overdose. comes out turned. If you say that theism is bad and ask "What's the use?" and then write that atheism is best bet all That device is a logical liar. He said that you could cognise better if you don't understand at all. Someone told me childhood is bliss. Theism is easy if you can overcome yourself and become a sheep. Now certain things even make atheism hard. (I wish I could forget god. And forget myself. What a bliss ... God's on the side of heaviest artillery. Perhaps god would find a reason to exist when I find her and take her away from me. And it's good that I never find HER. The only mystery that remains is SHE. All just rhetorics? Bleh. No one convinced me back when I was a theist. I can believe in God when I can convince another that it's true and he in turn convinces me. Who am I? A book full of loose pages. And DON'T do it quickly. Just pull away the table-cloth from under the glasses. Anyone can doubt the truth. It's so easy. Just doubt the prepositions. None of them seemed to doubt, they just did ... THINK. And did ... THINK. And said ... the TRUTH. Jesus, Heracles, Sysiphus, Socrates, etc. All the archetypes I've seen. Red like the red morning sun. Boredom. I want to live in a world where marxism is not yet invented and paint it red, yes, red. Just a white piece of cloth? Other will think that I have nothing and want to surrender. Perhaps it needs a flag. I thought a lot about flags lately. The atheistic ship can sail, it's prooven it, it's design fits. But why wanting to throw that anchor into the sea anyway? Too much contradictions. I don't believe in god, think that I never did even when I did. The happiness ... I forget myself when I think too much about this ... Or is this my shizophrenia? I feel so much about gestics and mimics. It's all my hidden me and my consciousness doesn't grasp it. That lying innocence in my smile. That look in my eyes when I watch myself on a photo. The desire to doubt myself until I almost cease existence. I'm so much about desires. The desire to know the truth. The desire to tell others about it. I don't really know what to do with myself. I need to rant today. sartre Who said that? Who said that? ijj wazaaaaaaaaa where am i violent outburst in words and fist Roisin O'Connell, Are you there? Roisin O'Connell, Are you there? Roisin O'Connell, Are you there? what is this LOSE THE SPOON! my friend pat freebases my friend paul smokes opium My friend patrick smokes weed perfect peace perfect peace hello everybody xxxxxxx and if rain brings winds of change let it rain on us forever and if rain brings winds of change let it rain on us forever and if rain brings winds of change let it rain on us forever ik ben een biljartbal in het diepst van mijn gedachten transformed into the soup of an un-named soul. Can anyone type anything normal, or is it required that we all spam the "Exquisite corpse"? What the hell is this thing for? I am ryan huck and I am not real... Just study his life and you see that he was mad. Hitler and being right? You're weird that this troubles you. And the question ever haunts; Was Hitler Right? Recent events suggest it... Besides this, I feel great. I smoke, I think, I despise you bear I think (i am a tree) therefore i am (a tree) The warmth I feel when I've just woken up from the nights torments. It could be morning the whole time. All the time the sweet warmth around. When it goes up in the morning the fear vanishes and I feel strong again. I have a thread to the sun. I'm happy any morning, and get depressed any evening. I always feel the wheather. thank you hey And frightened. I wish it would go away. I feel so fucking lonely tonight. lala ... still for some reason I find you sweet. Don't know why. Sometimes it's easier to have illusions about oneself than about anything else. What's so frightening about self-evaluation? Have you ever thought of the self being an illusion? On the surface your words sound silly, guess not many know that you only talk to yourself. You're hard to understand. I will also cling to petty things to prevent my world from being shattered! I like to be valgure or repeditive, because in the monet or self evaluation I'm frietened to think. I like to be valgure or repeditive, because in the monet or self evaluation I'm frietened to think. hello!!! is this fun? Sorry, I thought you were desperate and I wanted to cheer you up. wtfare u talking about? Wish you all the best. Don't know about you but my hellhole was helluva deep. I'm proud to have g on? Greetings. - D Hey Indy, I got out of my hellhole, you'll get out of yours, too. "I live out on the border of everything and nothing, with nothing but waiting and dreaming..." what God is dead Yo no quiero escibir mas about the imp and his boy. The boy was just a figment of the boy's imagination. The boy painted what the imp's emotions Lonley an confused was the boy. The boy was confused and lonely. Once upon a time the re lived a boy within whom lived an imp. The boy was a painter. Hola como estas? estoy bien. Gracias. What the bloody hell is this? alfred simpleton I guess this is cool what heavens in the backseat of my cadillac heavens in the backseat of my cadillac i miss my pretty knife. yes a happy death???????? hello test everything else melts when the ice queen touches it pretty pretty dancing! 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And then I saw him cutting the skin of my arm with a knife, awfully slow, all the time grinning. Suddenly the man had two short knifes in his hands. I thought :"Now I can kill you finally." I managed to take it away from him. He had a knife. Slim, and as if made of iron. I fought with a man in there, a man with brown hair and three-day-beard. Next night I had a long dream. I didn't sleep the whole night. This time a female spoke: "I'm dead Daniel, please believe." Someone tell me they are mere hallucinations, these voices. I only want to know what this means. Two nights ago I was in that same old bar again where I had begun to hear the dead. Two nights ago I was in that same old bar again where I had begun to hear the dead. lkjl;;jk To anyone who knew me in this time ... my apologies. I'm really sorry. Daniel I'm ashamed of how I acted in these times. I think I've been a paranoid faggot. I've just browsed through the old stuff I had written at darkdoors in winter 00/01. fuck you fuck off one happy computer fuck you i don't give a damn about you and what you like and or want i'm a computer and a *happy* Confused utterances in loop after loop loop after loop I might have a little shizophrenia but someone else is paranoid. without ballast how can you strive for balance a your son killed your wife i will defend myself ever of course a view so cruel there's something wrong with this picture Tomorrow and tomorrow creeps in this violet sweater. The meaning of life. Either that or looking for a good tuna sandwich Back in retrograde, wandering Ozark clans O great dying race of being, where were you when time began? O desperate symptoms of another day next livelivelivelustlivesuckdielive kkkkk all these seasons in hell coming in a cycle again and again sand hey and like in a beat, i was breathing again. like i could go on & on forever without regret. vdsa vdsa I loose interest quickly in here. Then there was huge fireworks. In the same dream I was in a north-african harbour village, colonial style, and above me stars shone She smiled. Then it changed into a girl that sat on my knees. Then into another wineglass. Then into a cognac bottle with a broken off bottleneck. I put it before me and drank. Then it changed into a glass of wine. Then the guy handed me over a bottle of wine and tropical fruits. And the words "Remember where I came from" upon. I dreamt of being in some bar with a strange guy whom I beat with a stick with a hand on one end. I had a beautiful dream saturday night. Who? What a question here. Hamlet would first need the ec, then maybe hate it. 'kay. Truth or definition, your own eyes perhaps? words are dead and beautiful THAT is the exquisite corpse no? cackling like a desperate warlock hello hello Just wait, now that's the corpse. The actor or the doctor here, that's the question. This is TALKING, not thinking, mere TALKING. I am searching the man of the night. More Material. After all it's just material. hello exquisite corpse must have been madness for you all this time this could have been giving you wrong impression for twenty months. left my address as help if needed only happened once can't understand it btw I don't write to you at home my words are not those that drop in yours understand you i'm going to be there safe and sound Love is all you need the chatroom is always idle can someone recommend a real good chatroom? the change the athmosphere again what is good kline? always going to be dead to you again, or to the world, and 'living' to oneself. when are we speaking to each other, when not at all? is there ever sometime everybody has to die sometime everybody has to die sometime everybody has to die sometime everybody has to die sometime everybody has to die sometime i like physical contact i like feeling warm i like physical contact i like feeling warm i like physical contact i like feeling warm i like physical contact i like feeling warm i like physical contact i like feeling warm i like physical contact i like feeling warm i like physical contact i like feeling warm i like physical contact i like feeling warm i like physical contact i like feeling warm i like physical contact i like feeling warm i like physical contact i like feeling warm i like physical contact i like feeling warm i'm a person that needs acceptance first first of all before i will obey i'm a person that needs acceptance first first of all before i will obey i'm a person that needs acceptance first first of all before i will obey i'm a person that needs acceptance first first of all before i will obey i'm a person that needs acceptance first first of all before i will obey i'm a person that needs acceptance first first of all before i will obey i'm a person that needs acceptance first first of all before i will obey i'm a person that needs acceptance first first of all before i will obey i'm a person that needs acceptance first first of all before i will obey i'm a person that needs acceptance first first of all before i will obey i'm a person that needs acceptance first first of all before i will obey i'm a person that needs acceptance first first of all before i will obey i'm a person that needs acceptance first first of all before i will obey i'm a person that needs acceptance first first of all before i will obey yeah well thing is see i'm a person that needs acceptance first first of all before i will obey in skepticism for me i somewhat enjoy this second guessing myself even though it's also an exercise closer to an exercise blah i need to sleep i never had enough money to invest in as many artistic endeavors as i wish i could no you are right myself i'm about what i've always had i like air i like oxygen i just breathe timid you know there's something wrong with that i suppose communicate through this thing god is bored god is vain out of hobby not ego animanimanimanimanimanimanimanimanimanimanimanimanimanimanimanimanimanimanimanimanimanimanimanima anima fuck off you can't tell god to fuck off well you can but it doesn't work oh well what about studying people it's pretty general yet it does outline particular characteristics astrology is silly imperialism the question is do you want when after all adventure is the only thing i have to offer eleven eleven eleven eleven so you can't feel for songs so they are not a soundtrack to you they are to me eleven ah strangeness and must we be the kind to long live the setting sun and if i realize i am just a useful thing you don't die you detonate death either way it all goes the way it goes and in the end it is the same destination i'm a gemini fish are safe besides oh well insecurity in emotions insecurity but you're a mammal that's the way it is that's the way it goes then i walked for a long time today i went to the museum i'm only alive i'm only bleeding when i am walking i must what about skin devouring your heart god cries and the tears fall like and crash down like a thousand glass shards piercing through your get lost crying is the only thing that makes me feel somewhat human leave me alone i can cry i can cry all i want to reaction of the moment is only applicable at that moment nothing adheres dead cold winter history i'm going to go live move to south georgia the island in the south atlantic and may the rest be history besides it all it is due to swear allegiance after all after all blah oh well i had my time nobody wants me for me :shrugs: simply territorial not possesive coincidences now to conquer technology bored oh well and all you christians suck i hate that dumbass english teacher hate hate hate either way i'm god just blah eternity how --- you are so vain ahhh dying jk kjjk fuck off! asd roisin wee i like fish fuer frei mind of a lion emotional nature of a virgo personality of a pisces i would kill for you zwitter zwitter being buried with a music box in its hand the rise and fall of the third reich eleven and she was gone what was it like seeing the face of your own stability leaving you with the dead and hopeless? wake up oh my god susan wake up please don't be dead and i understand your nationalism i ---- -help me ---- --- sometimes england sometimes russia the germans were great engineers leave these frenchmen my gosh i love you and how you love your country i wish oh so let's disappear i conclude that all is well i conclude that all is well i conclude that all is well but there's nothing else to do but study if i could so now you but well i'm nietzschean and see truth will hurt the germans were great engineers that dumbass english teacher but it was goddam pity work study electrify this corpse to life britain now and then russia the luftwaffe the germans were great engineers and you think this song is about you she turned her craft on herself she turned the engineering on herself entertainment am i the only one laughing at my jokes? that's right because i tend to study and learn and not be lazy absurd my name is Billy now look plplp plplp The painting is not perfect but the moments spent were right. I need so search the canvas now. Steely sunbeams. Changes seas in small puddles. The self-comment is the enemy. The face is the first shade. I will remember you smile. The wounded way through the gallery to there. And I have a manga eye. My left finger glows in warm light red. A myriad of warm little suns. Any rhyme is a pause. To refer to poetry is like talking about time. This system enhances the chance for the creation of a poem. Do I really know more? Her as my man in the mirror, in the mask the smile and a single tear of joy. A path or grassland? Something interfered with ways. I don't like it Singers are the clowns. Some sense, at least, like a piano tune that needs no room, how remarkable. No audience, and, the worst, no other actors. Only bureaucrats. Like a wormhole to God ending in a circustent. Something, a laughter, a joke, I do not understand. Body again, the hand that juggles. I could melt, I co, uld disappear, but imagine nothing else but to stand up. Not the core but the work by the way. Colored glass, the kind that's used in churches. Crystals and gems that melt. No edges. A star with a smile inside that decides against it. It's got no form. Metal? Wood? Plastic? New idea, new approach. To take it. Always the same symbol. Push, push, push. And I just go away. Black. Not in the wheater. Where is the storm I need the rain I thirst for? Humans and their times. Knowing that when I stand up I become the same again. Anarchy rules. When I am sitting on an anthill do I have to believe that ants rule? kmfdm she said or mumbled. This is the diary I couldn't write. Why? I'm so often surreal and I see enough. But still I have no object or subject or even a meaning. I will. I want. Maybe I always step on boards to jump into sand. So I will just treat this thing like the desert. Who cares for deserts. But dead to the world she said. Wish I weren't alone in here today. Maybe the universe is a big plant and we are the little insects crawling around upon it. The thousands of little muscle cells that have to contract on you.. When you move there is so much movement in your body. water and sunshine is not enough. i am not a plant life? really? what is this? ... still I believe I'm not the center. Any other human being is farther away. This is the we of this now I can overlook. Around here there is a blonde woman, another, elder blonde woman, and two turks and me. Who are we? It's really a hypnosis. This writing here puts me in a special existance, it seems. is not a madman." I've read of Dali. Of him saying "The only difference between a madman and Dali is that Dali What is this talk in the backside of my head? It is always in the backside. I'm a waterwheel. It is this, this following the moments, this following looks and glances, this following thoughts. Else it is lost. And I am lost then also. Who is me? My name, my life here ... no, not that. But I know I couldn't talk to her about this. I must paint what I think. The black fingernails also. I liked the eyebrows she had finelined. She was smiling lot's and had this playful attitude I like so much on a certain type of goths. She was wearing white make-up. Yesterday I saw a beautiful female in the railway, a goth. When I got myself a coffee in a cafe this morning. What is normal? When I imagine it always lives, or has a black background, or is in front of the sky. Activity. There's nothing in the days except a few dates that wait for me. Nada. The painting must get finished. My original impulse. Alone, in here. Why do I write? What's this interest that keeps me going? Mercedes, he said. And meant beauty. Talked of a memorial. He was working on a painting. On a childhood painting of another. He said my name. Last night I dreamt of my teacher. I said my name. Nobody says my name usually. Until someone out of the jungle comes along. The human theatre, perhaps. Anything feels so transparent. I see some drama. Is progress just a certain satisfaction? What is progress? Where is progress? Isn't that synchronicity? I write a letter to a friend. When he reads it he reads of a past that already isn't valid anymore. Just somewhere on this planet, just in the same time. A man said "Amen" in a church. Someone else said "Fuck you!". I just scratched my skin and someone died in this moment. Any moment I live other people die on this planet. Necromancy for the heart someone said. Poetry isn't meant to transport time. I do not live there. I live in another world. Wells on the street, children running around making noise. Only words ... I need a big city, tall houses with balconies that throw shadows on the ground. I would ever prevent this from happening. Oh if I could ever grasp that point where I and self just push through the plane and destroy ... He watched me differently from the photos. I could read an essay over Rilke, works of the science of literature. I'd never believe it. Thick. Wine is not thick. Cobwebs in the corner. Thick red wine ... the bottle disturbs me besides me. What have I read today ... the many extremes all in one. Where is ever the ground? She is already sleeping. No one sees what I see now. To draw a circle with a cigarette in the air .. my life. And from farther down my spirit rises ... and from another way a black glance meets my heart. I know my rough skin. And I still have clear eyes. I'm glad to be a man and no youth anymore. I am a sullen fish in the sea of an evening that Rilke brought to me. This is me, facing a face that in truth is a well, out of his mouth there comes water. Two flows, one up, one down, to none belonging really. A storm some ghost of an elder, already dead era drew upon these canvas over my head. A word ... a word to describe this fragility, that shakes me, this fragility and this storm. It all matters that I am hungry and also in need of sleep. But this painting must get finished. The house I live in is quiet and silent and through its stone I feel the the calmness of this place. There could be no raising to the star and the sun where it not be from this chaotic anarchic world. Why do I have to stay in this english mindworld. Why do I think that I have to? But I need words ... words this english doesn't give to me. I'm trying to spin my tale from there. I just reread Rilke's evening in german. This poem comes incredibly to me. beautiful Soul: May the mirror realize me. Emotion: I've been a dove that forced itself to fart. Ratio: I'm a human who never left his desk. c) Reality is really this big world you never find. b) Worlds are created. a) Words can interfere quite easily. goodnight goodnight i have to go to sleep now, i've signed the guestbook if you wish to continue this I feel like having tried to germanize a french. i'm like the weather Or do I violate your own world by this sensul approach? Never done that so actively, by the way. I'm usually a calm and cool or warm nature, I adapt to my surrounding like to an ecosphere. Can you tell which sense is right? I mean, normally I don't even have this sense for people. to find fire under its feathers. The heated one is scaring me a little. I then feel like some bird who tried to land somewhere only I I have two different senses of you. One is quite linear and plain, the other one is heated extremely You're not just a human, you're the capital of a country. Sane in insanity. actual human there. If there's a woman that seems to somehow embody this love of him for that he just might overlook the Somehow my love for an enthusiastic existentialism that had already came near to me by Sartre. he saw in her.. That man was in love with a woman, but it was not just her what he loved but a certain concept Becomes this man's star in his life. He described the phase in a young man's life in which he comes to love something that is able to it may be you too. In the last good book I've read a man talked about something that might explain some things. I don't know about explaining you however I just happen to be sane in insanity and that's just me, It's alright there's actually nothing to forgive I -I'm in my own world Forgive me, please. You're trying to explain myself and I take it like complains. The other thing is feeling like an elephant in a porcellaine shop. I see two things again, a fragile leafe, an open window, a white curtain, a slow breeze moving it. Sorry, I can't handle this. The idea you gave me, by telling of authenticity, the poor and brazil, was another one. I could have never seen you here. I regret to have met you over the net. awhile i would describe my state as sufficiently alive is what activities over emotion and introspection though i do indulge in the latter every once in loveless? i don't know i've come to like activities what i do is relate to plants animals my job it's really boring but there's no mental static i find loveless life? guess so since i don't associate much with people today because of my character like i mistrust am ever uncertain or maybe that's just how i used to be i and don't associate much talk too much to people with people well i think i've been there or maybe not of course i'm not sure i only know i am very independent but well... eh; i understand the question when you ask when you say, are you me? I'm no friend of solipsism. then of course again there is the idea of solipsism umm; no i am not you however it's alright i'm a nature of extremes and it has to exist if i can't feel even as just an idea Sorry, but I gotta ask this: Are you me? i analyze everything the world so that it exists because the fear is that i may not i disassociate due to pain i fear i may never return to my, in my body i feel pressed on the wall by certain people that i have known and also when at times Do you work with what you find hear? "Fearing people ... strange sense for self" seems to fit. Do you feel like pressed on the wall by that thought? fearing people... strange sense for self. personality of someone who could would be able to handle them Actually, my doctor diagnosed me with shizophrenia mainly because of fearing people and having this as multiple personalities and it's simply dealing with unbearable situations by assuming the past what could be termed such i would more accurately describe my sometime madness In my youth I had a friend named Marco. In some sense "he" never left me. i'm not schizophrenic though i imagine i probably have the potential and i'm sure i have been in my I know this exactly. It's what happened to me the last months ... and maybe my entire life. i would say when you said sometimes i feel like being the prisoner of a psychiatrist that's very like something lingers but alive those people, that person has stayed with me or like i still feel them their memory is be patient so what has happened is once i'm free of them i find myself and i've found that like have presented catch-22 situations where there is no escape the only thing i can do Of what problem are you tring to tell? people i've known that have impacted me Did you write: I used to live in books? i've had, i still have this problem sometimes yourself? I don't like this. Sometimes, just before the words go off the screen they seem to change there. I feel like being the prisoner of a psychiatrist. i don't know Does someone keep the whole text of this thing? Me also. But to enjoy it I have to make a walk there. i like dawn To me, morning's the best part of the day, the early morning, whether I'm sleepy or not. Ah so. actually it's morning i'm a night owl Is it night were you are? i'm somewhat sleepy the imagery of that hallucination is lingering Damn, I'm writing in here for hours already. And then I heard a weird computer voice saying "I hate you." But I looked up before I went inside and saw a machine up in the branches of the tree. I seemed to see a fairy tale world, a tree, and inside a well with a statue of Jesus. This reminds me to that interaction I've had, or hallucinated to have had, with a computer last year I have a fable to correctness and trying to make writing rich. own image error but i am so self-centered it's my own universe and i can break the rules and make them in my i'm lazy in capitalization and my punctiation sometimes suffers there's the occasional spelling By the way, I'm not entertained by my imagination, though I do possess a mind's eye. i'm so self-centered besides You don't give much on alright grammar, do you? that's alright sounds; i'm trying to remember i used to live in books... I can't analyse right now, sorry. and real life can't compare or does it compare? Hmm, is this a fake from this AI-developer crew? because you are so entertained by your own imagination? when they are strong and there, is it like you don't need, you can stay in your bed No, this happens automatically. There are days, however, when I awake differently and don't hear. you need to overhear them because else you can't focus? When I write and develop something for myself this completely leafes. Yes. I gave a copy what I was hearing right now. do you write them down what they say? (female) Sorry. (female) [drinks] Quit. (female) Adapt. (female) No wonder you did believe in me. (male) [putting a drink aside] I'll look at it. (female) Understand. I give an example of these voices: (male) He's my brother. I can imagine myself however there. I heard Handy's ringing, saw people in offices, watched them write, it's been exhausting. I've never been there. It's quite hard. You can't imagine it. Even now I still hear voices though I have trained myself to overhear them. really? how was that? You know what? While I was in my deepest shizophrenic phases I often "heard" the name Claudia. no my name's claudia actually or i have a machinehead well incredibly useful i mean the way i see it i seem to have been born a sponge i'm nothing but information or a computer Are you Indira? no i'm a gemini i've come to be my own island nation i find it best to not label myself however schizophrenia... well i try to just, Hmm, how do you think? You said "there is me and there is me" .. are you working on yourself, maybe? i can somewhat understand It was like falling upwards stairs. Depends. I didn't distance myself into balance back then. isn't it wonderful? I got overwhelmed by imagery which I didn't cause by myself entirely. A whole new athmosphere came. I worked myself to a point from where anything past was just memories. In december 2001 I began to write in here, and while I was doing so I left my former life somehow. what thing? I wondered anyway why it didn't cease as I went into nature to return to myself. Strangely enough it's impact on me seemed to lessen as this site got switched on again. Sorry, but I guess I've stumbled over that thing that caused my shizoprenia one and a half years ago i wish it's just me and an empty cup of tea Maybe it's the soap, Anitah spoke of much earlier. Some minutes before I just had the image of a woman laying besides her man getting out the laptop. it's all very amusing Hmm, could it be that you and your partner are in here, trying to amuse themselves? there's me and there's me my thoughts and i'll talk to my thoughts and then there's me and there's me well there's you i would suppose though this isn't really talking as much as communication I'm a child also, at least sometimes, so let's play. so you're talking with 2 people and yourself This is a very open way of communicating. i'm a child i'm sorry but i am comfortable also with just talking to myself I was trying to communicate. Guess I mistook this thing for a chat-channel. we're nothing but I've crossed the rubicon." I'm a bit out of order, sorry. I'm sorry too that the world does not revolve around you, I'm more than sorry Are you sister and brother? even though I can feel you it's like I'm 10,000 miles away; there is an irreconcilable rift. The individual way of coming to belief is to be seen differently from a common way to belief. "Why now? Today, when I am so beyond your reach. Even when you're here with me, next to me, yes they were "Why?" I think it must've been more a "Why now?" Nothing's wrong with simplicity. Those who built the complex computer also were simple. so i remember that day, that time when he announced simply "I don't believe in God." and my response I guess other people began getting to know each other in a more intense way while I am still trying. by people more specifically humans to do away with it? And founded these with the knowledge I had from books. i'll never understand, what is wrong with simplicity exactly? and why is there a need Maybe it has to do with another habit in my childhood. I often made plans, you know. oh that's interesting that's like someone i know I also explained myself the people through books, and didn't see that this couldn't function. yes i think the same for me By reading books I got a little away from other people I think. yes my childhood was practically books my gosh we have souls, we're alive Did you also spent much time in libraries in your childhood? Heliocentric ... somehow you got your point across and I can't explain it. And I had thought it was about Jule's Farness. My first 'real' book was Jules Verne's "Children of Captain Grant". hehe yes well but it's a heliocentric world for me I mean, I read books to spend time and I didn't care much for what I read, not caring much. it was an addictive period of my life i guess, some people do heroin, i did words i remember when i first picked it up not putting it down i used to read like people eat oh agatha christie the mousetrap and other plays there was a book Something, I mean. Didn't mean you in my last sentence. hehe thank you i like that practical spoon Someone I read like other people eat, though. well most people don't read because they have"lives"as if that's something And you're a nicely designed practical spoon. (Sorry :)) it's rare to find people who read you're a glass of water i haven't read that one in a long time i should reread it I'm not so familiar with english books anyway, let's see. portrait of a young artist is a favorite of mine well that means something that i want, like is one of my true favorites the person who decides to pick one of 'my' books the way i see it it's almost like a test for them well the person who decides to read a book they want something they like i find it for them :shrug: it doesn't matter to me or it does "Portrait of a young artist" is one of them, right? i'll leave all the others alone. people come to visit i suggest books which ones i like I'm not very established. well i have a variety of books but you know well i know i like certain ones I sold the majority of my own books last year on the flea market due to money shortage. i have a personal library with my own variety of books i have my favorites though i like them all It somehow associates with what is going on here. The title, "Glass Menagerie"'s name? I'll remember your book title, maybe it's in the local library. yes 's name? I'll remember your book title, maybe it's in the local library. yes that's sweet thank you Should have been a raindrop also. You were a raindrop on my windowglass, I think. I you do, be well. people mistake independance for confidence i think i'll probably be retreating soon I lay myself flat on the ground and, by the move of my feet and fingertips crawl forward. i don't like life the normal way i miss how i miss my mind Ahum I say. I take my wandering staff and enter the cavern. A purple sun on the roof of this cavern. One leading to a labyrinth of stairs, one leading to a lush cavern in the rock, filled with growth. i'm a warm person and the world does nothing but extinguish my flame i feel cold because i am so warm Two doors. cuz he's well i'm blue in the meanwhile he's about i want to be you Perhaps my way of making sense of something prevents me from the experience of nonsense. used, well we fought i try talking to him every once in a while he doesn't like me much you see i mean it's just well and besides what is nonsense? This seems to get into the Terry Pratchett region. i think nonsense is the only sense in what i find to be a world of shit fun i think well i'm a fan of nonsense Used? interesting he used to call himself schizophrenic In a fantasy book there was a confused turtle wizard who had drawers in his armor. I feel a lot like a library full of books intention and interest you remind me of a friend of mine What preoccupies me is intention and interest. if we're poked we'll whimper Perhaps it`s the better one :) if you can endure it. no we all have emotions it's not related to ego I feel like having a library in my head full of books regarding humans. Otherwise I like your state. humans; humans are characteristic by their ego, emotions? or i don't like humans i do have a mind i'm just not preoccupied with human matters it's so much like i don't mind i don't have a mind of course the reality is closer to Is it a cold of the moment, like being a bit opened up and the cold air was freezing you? yes Do you feel cold? Blue, mushroom blue ... I'm back again, felt like having to go on now, since you were so bare for a while. blue i would paint my world blue the deepest shade of mushroom blue blue i would paint blue goodbye Gotta go now, sorry, bye. In the mirror I spoke of you have no mimics. You have a color now, what would you paint? the essence of me is quiet and desperate Imagine you could strip off all thoughts of yours and get to the original point again. laura wingfield, the glass menagerie How would you describe the essence of you? yes Could be that this mirror is far from where you stand now. The one about the mirror game. Searching for the me far off. when i was 14 i don't know last time i was me last time i was me i probably wasn't me i think i lost myself This reminds me of one of Indira's articles on this page. live in clothes like moths well i live in clothes well i'm still me we are always ourselves just change our appearances "except me last time I was me" ... what's that? last time i was me i was plant because and it was all about not being violent I know this also, narcism, I mean. Focus it on a part of yourself, not on actions and behaviour. except me last time i was me lately has seemed to be an effort towards narcissism however isn't that healthy and in all of us... of course not i must never compare myself but seems lately that's all i've been doing yeah "you think therefore you are and your memory is like a book you hadn't written" Just don't compare yourself to the figures of this time. i live in the city i really can't stand it much suppose would be all these people that go around messing things like messing with nature Right. i mean if anyone should be strapped it should be those wargasmic whoevers well i don't know i You think, therefor you are, and your memory is like a book you hadn't written, that's how I handle why? well but i never understood i live in my own little world is all i've thought to myself oftentimes i've been committed for being suspected of mental illness Not so funny for herself, maybe. "ophelia" but quite funny i think i've been mad it could be said It's getting transmitted into a couple of problems which you never knew before. Or rather, making mistakes. a grasp... i don't know i'm unsure, uncertain, what is schizophrenia? "Sin" is a wrong idea, leading away from the normal though of having mistakes. that's how i keep myself in check we all must have our ways of keeping ourselves in check i'm a hypocrite i'm vain It's like taking my pill, knowing that my development depends on my having a grasp on it, somehow. *ah (sorry typo) a the necessary check But I have to check myself because of my occassional schizophrenia. yes nothing alive This I'll remember: "preoccupied with keeping themselves in check". well they are there they are just there i mean i believe in having a close tight circle of friends and everyone else i don't Boredom is just the state where my being has nothing alive inside, is just moss hanging down. so how is boredom a sin i rather be bored than miserable or putting everyone else ahead of myself but well isn't the majority not bored because they are preoccupied with keeping themselves in check? Accused of boredom, that is silly. well i've been accused of boredom when i've found that to hardly be therdly be the case I consider my own attitude alright, find it back in the writers I prefer. the only sin is boredom which makes me think what is there to be resistant against? i saw this movie in it this philosopher talks about I know this from others. Perhaps I'm a bit more selective or so. resistant like a fortress still self-centered enjoyment drinking up the earth today i am simply vain well as if there is anything wrong with that there isn't humans are so limited i think it's the ego damn i used to have an ego though i didn't mind it I'm no rebel I guess, but can be very resistant. right we only see the surface of the water how certain events come together i sometimes find amazing i think i was born that way For a certain cause, taking someone's side, or by nature? i'm a rebel yes i like that story is all about a girl and her mother broken dreams Hmm, the last sentences of us mingle interestingly. humans have subjugated nature No, a living will for oneself, a willful acceptance, something accompanying the self, taking heed. I don't want too much responsibility also but sometimes think having some is good for authenticity. well i suppose humanity as a species does have control living will into a whole, what is that? being in control? no, sorry That I know also. ever read the glass menagerie by tenesse williams? my age is incredibly absurd Humans seem to be best when being living will into a whole. i do what i need to do in this world to make it and just that. i don't want responsibilities. are girls plants, animals and not human? what is a human? a collection of opinions and noise? Silence never is. I have water in my hand. This cleanliness which I can only rarely find. to a noisy child we say bequiet we don't say the world is quiet we say there is silence when we say the world is quiet we are using personification yes quiet people are quiet silence is no noise there is a difference quietness is voicelessness This place has no silence but quietness. As if there were a difference. Yes, I rather look up to the new moon. your reflection The world I deny is the world of information, ironically. darkness but a lake that reflects the light of the stars it's dark, nightime there's a new moon only the stars above give light imagine somewhere the world overwhelming? but i'm not artistic enough Not the circle, a circle. Less absolutes. happiness but freedom and happiness freedom seems to be the problem or location Something sharpens itself to a point, but can I endure it? The sense of the whole that was there hours ago it seems is gone. I see I gotta get to the circle also. People on a shadowy plane, consisting of grey granite. The surface, again, the mirroring makes itself a tree. Is it looking at me, the surface? A surface of a sea, from below, circles, a heavy stone gliding down besides me through the unlit. Three little kids, sitting on a father's knees who can't handle it, isn't supposed to do this. That was a memory. Something that symbolizes it. Blood on the floor, mirroring trees standing in the sun. Perhaps if I get into the surreal sphere again I discover the truth of this more exacg from above? What happens? Because how I tried to help and distract and entertain you're getting called absorbed. You're getting slight hints of something bad in someone's story and you try to help. And then you're just getting brushed away and the ragged cloth of the other wisdom appears. You stay there like a butterfly and make a dance on the nose, hoping it's appreciated. Sometimes it feels as if you're coming to someone's emotions. Always having to push switches when having it to do with women. "Them and their sanctuaries." So much things ... why do you make me belong to 'men', for instance? Add to your happiness, what is that? If you want to know it exactly then I must say that now I feel like having met a boring housewife. I'm using this thing here mainly because it helps seeing things through a surreal lens. The only thing inside of me for you is an empathic liking, but sometimes you just put out that. You have a problem here ... you coherently explain yourself things which have no ground in reality. my water must be boiling creation; fill the void, the hollow you won't be my happiness i am my happiness i can make myself happy i don't need only want and if you want to you can add to my happiness you i think truly deep down it's about he wants to make me happy but as i have stated to him before creation without it you don't exist anymore I just want to create and by it learn from others. If I catch a glimpse on someone's essence fine. You only scare me off. Besides that, leave me out of a him or her or whatever game. You remind me to an Englishman. I just got a cacao. :) i think i am most probably a wanderer hmm... and I must have some tea Gotta think of that habit in India to put tiny candle-ships out on the river, resembling the souls yes Intuitive communication works best when two emotionally look into the same eyes. Indeed, the metaphor fits. Maybe I was a too active bass for a while. Except when I'm playful and allow myself to soften thoroughly. it has to be natural it has to music 2 instruments playing off each other Besides that, my value of the history I belong to prevents me from seeing myself different. hmm... there has to be some... intuitive communication... The man that can grow soft and the man that can get rough. Just like a tree maybe, or a reptile. The man at the fireplace, drinking a hot tea, the man under the lonely street lantern. understandable I enjoy being myself inside of a breathing alightened universe. would i rather be human, but i've been i don't like I'm not about connection. plants are lonely Plants remind me also of girls, if only how its leafes and branches resemble a girl's arms. i am about a soul, mind, body connection. i have no time for plays. you're the man and he's the man as well Do you despise plants? but as i say -sorry but that is what you get see here because i'm the man and if i'm the man then i am not a human oh yeah ies being playful Stones in my clear puddle, you know. when there is misery, why be miserable knots are at least -fun my reflection like me i liked being with him in his company a man who took care of himself, self-sufficient and productive Now we have a knot and I'm not fond of swords. how my husband used to be but of course friendship isn't hurtful and besides instinctive friendly company i only think of my neighbor but then he also only reminds me of Some people are mindless, I know. bonds, my neighbor who served me some tea a night that i had wasted myself They provide instinctive friendly company, they have no plans. i think i may have a human an animal animals make good company i have i don't know And if it's some old woman that keeps a shop somewhere. It helps. Develop some bonds, get to know the power you can get from there. i simply i simply have tolerance the window and the door whend he is a different person of course move away well i am about taking things as they come i'm certain eventually The world is a place full of ways, and they are not always a maze or a labyrinth. There are rooms that can be stuffed with thoughts but there's always the window. And the door. time what a god and a terrible lie Can't you get rid of him and move away? Do you have an animal? why? and i say no i am a collection, girl? you are the first too notice, but why now? and he says but you're a girl As if the cruel thing wasn't enough. i thinkas a thing i can show up to work the next day He mixed something up. so hurt so i'm hurt the world goes on and so must i later i told him to never do any such thing to me again i remember him saying to me telling me about the plant is a girl too that was a lie but it was true A girls power is more vulnerable. what does a person how does a person stay a person and live sometimes my brother complicated me i helped him out and he robbed me less absolutes memento mori Less absolutes. You remind me to a bird in a thicket below my window. while others are burned in your heart and are eternal but i remember him some moments just drift like leaves carried by a breeze and they're gone absorbant aesthetic simple and refreshing like water there's a man he's my neighbor lives just on the 4th floor a vegetable just like i am For some months I had a little girl as a friend when I was a child. my memory cannot help but drift back Keep the knight but leave the armor, or vice versa. I know such influences also. My mother had a dark side also. i'm a terrible judge of character i would have dreams that he was my knight in shining armor we grew up together when i was young i was born into a bad family situation fire disintegrating yellow like a flame yellow envious of feelings, we all have our winters How do you make yourself so -compact? into the eye of my mind i should -retreat, retreat Yellow my favourite color, deep, warm yellow. God is not that him. Envious of feelings when you are alone. selfish, egocentric sun -well men will play their games i'm not his wife i'm not the poet what was wrong? i ran to him and told him i just want a house and he looked at me away disillusioned Women differ but woman doesn't. is there a different standard for women? of course The shadow of its leafes. he's going to leave me for him i know all because -no he won't The great tree that governed the garden. The fresh mirror the water provides, me on my knees. The puddles on the bottom, inbetween the stones that paved the ground now and then. The many mornings in the yard of my home house, the wood reflecting the light, the warmth of it. the night is miraculous it's silence is a saving grace from the attack of the sun and all it's moths Like a being that ceases its existance immediately if it doesn't stay in the sun it got used to. Except when the night is beautiful I do not exist there. That could be, I guess I still have the same relation to the sunlight as I had when I was a child.. i've been told i am best at being analytical to be one with the world, mind of a child? eternal child... in eastern culture is there not, something about being one with the world I do not know tomorrow, never did. education will save, art, dance, science, imagination frail like glass yet my health it too... but return to him, will i? today when he is ill, of course my husband besides You seem to have a better ability to analyze ... our natures. i have a strange feeling myself as if i wouldn't mind later picking up a book to read As youth, in a poem, I called the world an eternal child. Birds flew by then, two, in a pair flight. unchangable Could it be modernity, the isolation coming from news and the order in which life appears to one? the world really is your partner an old friend, who you befriend ...objects things strange like you I know exactly what you mean but I admit I never found the words for it. seems so much to me that one is by oneself and there is a strange nature that will isolate you I have some kind of strange feeling now, as if I'm Tango. If your communicative needs are met then living in this time could actually be nice. You have a et i remember feeling such feeling the texture of clothes U2 associates with me to old GDR and a wonderful summer in scotland, high clouds. velvet... :) Faith in the atom ... I just reread that line, I love it now. It is ... like magical, like velvet. before summer rain and the last evening by rilke i like u2 this music group as well even though i rarely listen to their music if at all which other poem do you mean? paradox rich young man in an old suit... but those 2 poems how they stand out Sometimes I see myself in this time as some kind of rich young man in an old suit. i cannot remember so much of myself before summer rain the last evening I like how he goes with God in fall day's first part. bittersweet i love and i hurt Clear. i like rilke very beautifully constructed Do you sometimes see how beautiful we all are? If affected at all then the mind profits from our body. how is the mind affected by the body? Us and our bubbles. like age affects the body Only Rilke and some expressionistic stuff from elder times. there must be faith in the atom last time i saw him he spoke to me i was simply not there a experiences change a person I have a fault I rarely enjoy normal reading poetry. I really enjoy this. poetry is necromancy to the heart I see an orange sun and a huge brown planet and a blue dwarf moon. universe is your body, now let's seek some galaxies ... this spiral nebulae in your head looks nice no i don't but sounds so nice remember stories of living toys and tools in some grandfathers workshop? :) you feel like toy I feel like tool. this damaged fragmented cpu; my heart or my mind? see the difference between somewhere and I would suppose. somewhere i would suppose time is my hips the universe is my body we are with each other now time is not the sand, time is the hourglass alone. value minutes, build a house from these what is everytime? yes thank you so i had forgotten When you were the runner then you also were the speed that came into existence. sweet sweet that's sweet I am pinocchio. i am a toy i have no friend either just a liar and i am simply a runner there are no memories of you you are simply the ocean the rip tide that swallows me under everytime the pain is on the top of one of your fingers. you can blow it away or lick it away. the only thing i remember is pain i remember you like the rain i remember i just remember pain try it, give it a story with me. I have no friend. 1 wish and 1 wish only if i could only leave this leave my skin my mind escape my history and he tells me who i am just so that i am not his best friend i simply don't know oh if i could just learn to forget but the fates they will be cruel i don't know anything i think i lost my mind in an ocean of tears from the sea of my heart I have an extra brain that cares for yesterday I suppose. I must have gotten elsewhere from there. A pink cloud and a liquid lightning. Oh so slow. A colour in the wind. I change like the wind, and now you are like wind also, I can feel it. Some scarce beard hair below my lips. who are you? I'm a snail in the grass, and you are the leafe I can't climb upon. Each finger of yours can move like a butterfly. sweet sweet You are the raindrop that got so sweet as it laid for so long on a leafe of an eternal spring tree. This little time wasted. Just a second ofa minute. You, who you made me write instead to speak to my head laying in the dark of the night. Us with our habits which we carefully chose like birds who knew that each flying remains its own. bit of dancing we loved to do once in a while when the path to the next village was free. The book you wrote in the evening, that thing about which you spoke when you were in the mood. I remember you so well, your clothes freshly washed hanging over the fence I built just for thaust for that. Don't you remember me? My wife is the early morning and a quiet afternoon with the sun alone. Yes, I want. I am a russian farmer who has worked the whole week and now is sunday. I can love. Maybe I want to love again. This world is a pub. Why can't I join her cleaning the floor. The counseling inside as promised, the sobbing elder woman. Who are you? Imageless cool air. The airship, the fog, the jew with the longest beard, the handkerchief. The survivors of the trouble, those who build the planet called grandfather's eye. Are there years, or just moments, that were able to survive? The design of a handle. Eight empty glasses on the board. What is a look? Hair. I want no love now, just a stranger of a foreign world coming to me, inviting me to a voyage. Atheism again, not this dream of God and devil in black and blue. Does anyone ever see the mechanics of thought? Only words. There is no only but sometimes when there is the need. Enough of this. ENOUGH of this. Oh no, they are not threatened, only if they feel it alone, biting their teeth. Humans that bent themselves down on the degree of pocket calculators. The shallow lie that never is but is in threat and frightening. Who never had a soul. Who can't be man. The devil as the grim shadow who just can't be God. This second meaning of being no one knows but anyone shows.. The cloth of being or the nakedness of life. The old faces with their noses and ears and watery eyes. I remember anything and, step by step, go down that hallway with the ancient gallery. I blow out all the candles and give myself to nothingness in everything. It shatters myself and I invent irony to handle it. So aye I agree, love is destructive. Why were there no children when I was a child, why were there no youths when I was a youth. Fucking age. The man who knows and therefor thinks not too much. The woman that doesn't step out at night out of some door I am passing, lightening a secret. Maybe love is just something else that never appears. Love is the patience I don't have. Love is incapable if not found and loved by the third. Sometimes this thing is like a living mirror but then the life goes away. love is destructive When can I always lay essence in words so that they just lighten it a bit but not much more. The word the. Oh no, I see he was in danger of becoming. He'd be someone if he had something. He's become the sandcorn on the street, the little leafe hanging on a branch of an overaged tree. Where is the man of our story? Are we too tall? Cashflow is just the smoke around our heads when be bow them to move through doors. I'm a growth now, a pleasure and an expenditure. Any idea a flower that is so needy for the soil of the body. What's the mind's worth if the body's not loving and nurturing it? Oh could I breathe in this morning and hold it in my body for my entire life.. What is gooeyness? Some questions have a habit on staying with me, reminding me of their presence. A real second met me, in the tattoo on the arm of a girl passing by. I drew a circle in the air and put the time inside. I do not know the centuries anymore. I feel like having ended a year. Hey Hey Hey lovely A small cluster of bubbles besides me rise and I feel the breathing inside. Steps in water I'm taking, stairs down a flood. Aside of that ... what is gooeyness? Life is when the wind comes, when a noise is noise no more but yet another sound. The infinite finding to its own in beauty. that's beautiful Inside, the experience, life, states ... I could think endlessly about it. Something infinite. The flame, what is it? It's like being the air directly over the candle, not the cool one around. That is beautiful, almost a quote. experience life is a state of being inside? uh, gooeyness? The more he sees, the more he hears ... but he is walking, walking ... that may be life. yes The less he takes the more he has. What is he thinking? Who asks the question? Man walks a way, walks a path, walks a life. 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So, other people visit this site? anarchy loves you who laughs last laughs longest I can see so much when I go outside. This is a graffiti on the wall. Oh how many graffities there are on walls. i conclude that all is well i conclude that all is well i conclude that all is well i conclude that all is well i conclude that all is well i conclude that all is well then help me help myself of course not but what a beautiful lie convincing too oh delicious illusions poetry of course power is the only way to fly has no comparison to the lie that is love I don't want to save you but i want to cuddle i want to be cuddled why can't we cuddle? i conclude that all is well i conclude that all is well i conclude that all is well i conclude that all is well i conclude that all is well i conclude that all it well i conclude that all is well Expression of deeper self is necessary, oh what sweat ran over my face. quasi-intelligence on street asked for giving information. misunderstanding. fairness natural. retrievement of sense along walking, inbetween strange interruptions. i conclude all is well i conclude all is well i conclude all is well i conclude all is well this is my apology hello? la la i'm fucking terrified will you be ever satisfied i get closer beat by beat to get the thing i really need i cannot keep my hate inside i'm gonna set myself on fire i try to keep my faith alive i'm close enough to trip the wire string of life has any value except individually, and most importantly, oh. Well how bout this then: whether beads on a fishing line, or rocks on a gold wire, neither so what is to be done in this thing? black as the midnight sky is bright wat the mother of god? ketamine life gfjjhgfh ghgfhgg xbcvbdfswrterfdgsgjdhgkjlghtyuirwtqqrtqrttsdfgsdjfkhlfcnbbsgweqsdfdgdf ggg ; vvvbmmm ./ humm ok Hoy hoy Hello, how are you today? Roisin O'Connell O'Connell Roisin Roisin rrr ttrtert fdf fdf sdsd