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off with humanity. fuck reality (once again). *enjoying loneliness* i'm in the basement, you're in the sky... nine thousand nine hundred ninety nine. a dinosaur. the ceiling is low, there is smoke, it is night... the sun won't shine again for a dozen of months. i will continue to enjoy this solitude and feeling witchy, i know nothing lasts forever... concrete. underground parking. am i lost? don't feel so... concrete. concrete. low ceiling. smoke. start again. grey turns to black... black smoke. let the humans drift over the ground. in a chrysalid. night city lights. chrysalid of dark grey urban concrete... falling apart... don't want it to fall apart, outside it's all white and void and feather-cotton-like but empty and COLD. i want the warm dark things. my eyes are red. my eyes are red. alone in the underground parking. a white cat walking in the basement. don't want to feel that cold. i'll just have to wait... just wait... years and years but i'll just have to wait and hope... and nothing will happen. what if i'd move to england? on the shore, near a cliff? i'd be a witch and change the colours of the sky. and they'd reject me. fuckers. metallic ballpen. silver bullet. *sigh* do not want any hate... peace will never happen but i can always dream. fuschia. blooming flowers. flowers blooming out of the nothing. blooming blooming blooming and dying. the sky is darkening. the only thing i think i can try to keep is myself, but not really... nothing ever stays. these other worlds are the only reality. nothing else should matter. *sigh* clouds... clouds... do i see the light at the end of the tunnel? the tunnel is not black it is grey. ceiling. black smoke. again. - university wooden and dark green chalk chalkboard... people... must escape from all this... lemon butterfly above in the dead blue sky. sleep. just what i need is forever sleep. the only answer. or is it? how long do i have to wait........ just too long... i can't take this... i wish i could sleep forever. and flying tables all |
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i just had mash potatoes cause my mum brought me lots, now i'm actually taking a piss in my drawer where i keep empty jewel cases. |
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"I'm thinking dammit, why did I come back to work after work?" > THAT'S A VERY GOOD QUESTION FUNKMASTER. °_° why do i..... why do i too?! does it have to be this way... |
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off with humanity. fuck reality (once again). *enjoying loneliness* i'm in the basement, you're in the sky... nine thousand nine hundred ninety nine. a dinosaur. the ceiling is low, there is smoke, it is night... the sun won't shine again for a dozen of months. i will continue to enjoy this solitude and feeling witchy, i know nothing lasts forever... concrete. underground parking. am i lost? don't feel so... concrete. concrete. low ceiling. smoke. start again. grey turns to black... black smoke. let the humans drift over the ground. in a chrysalid. night city lights. chrysalid of dark grey urban concrete... falling apart... don't want it to fall apart, outside it's all white and void and feather-cotton-like but empty and COLD. i want the warm dark things. my eyes are red. my eyes are red. alone in the underground parking. a white cat walking in the basement. don't want to feel that cold. i'll just have to wait... just wait... years and years but i'll just have to wait and hope... and nothing will happen. what if i'd move to england? on the shore, near a cliff? i'd be a witch and change the colours of the sky. and they'd reject me. fuckers. metallic ballpen. silver bullet. *sigh* do not want any hate... peace will never happen but i can always dream. fuschia. blooming flowers. flowers blooming out of the nothing. blooming blooming blooming and dying. the sky is darkening. the only thing i think i can try to keep is myself, but not really... nothing ever stays. these other worlds are the only reality. nothing else should matter. *sigh* clouds... clouds... do i see the light at the end of the tunnel? the tunnel is not black it is grey. ceiling. black smoke. again. - university wooden and dark green chalk chalkboard... people... must escape from all this... lemon butterfly above in the dead blue sky. sleep. just what i need is forever sleep. the only answer. or is it? how long do i have to wait........ just too long... i can't take this... i wish i could sleep forever. and flying tables all |
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i'm not thinking |
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"not always successful with my wishes though..." it didn't work for me ;-) I got soaked. Infact, it's been raining everyday this entire week. Predictions for tomorrow don't look good either. |
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thinking : ..this is the best thread ever |
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when am I going to get my powerbook! |
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..sprats are very good with coca cola.. |
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