It Is Not Easy To Ignore The Urge To Be Reckless In The Absence Of A Cause. I Shall Be Rebellious Under
It is not easy to ignore the urge to be reckless in the absence of a cause. I shall be rebellious under the pretentious circumstances. It is fun. Hmm. Why are there limitations to life? Maybe because we die?
We die for what? The fact that we live and survive? So what is life? Why the two sides of me? Dammit. Fear no death. Fear not living /living/ okay. Breathe. Yes, extra breathes.
There is a poem here. Not an ode of declaration to the philosopher's questions of death. This is a poem. Repeat it. This is a poem. Reverse it.This is...my declaration of confusion.
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Christian Wiman, from Once in the West; "Music Maybe"
[Text ID: one wants in the end just once to be friend / one's own loneliness, // to make of the ache of inwardness— // something, // music maybe,]
Original Sin (2001)
how to disappear completely and never be found again
You may find me to be the candidate for dos and don'ts. I can unravel with the times and wind up when the sun rises...
Even my own eyes cannot recognize me sometimes... that's okay. I like being mysterious. I beat with old blood. Bad, contaminated, drug-infused blood. But it's still blood...and I still am human.
In fact, the thing that scares me is not what I do, but what I like. I'm your typical punk girl with tattoos and a pouty face. Dark, right? But believe me, I am light. I am an enigma. I am a phase...I am human.
Und nicht wahr, Leute, das ist es, was ihr bekommt, Leute ...
Lisa Rowe: Highs and lows increasingly severe. Controlling relationships with patients. No appreciable response to meds. No remisson observed. Lisa thinks she’s hot shit because she’s a sociopath.
Reflection.
I find myself somewhat amusing the grim ideas. Having trouble finding the right words while having a lot to say. How your brain may change and turn against you while you're silent.
I am everywhere and nowhere at once. once to be seen, loved, and heard. Am I being heard? Can you sense me? How much longer can I take? stuck in translation, clinging to hurtful hope. Hurting. aching and wishing. Indeed, such is life.
Heeeeelllll yeaaaaah.
Don't ask me "wyd" i really just be in my room going insane and being a danger to myself
