Comic
You know, Jennie Breeden is really all that good, Amusing but not exactly excellent.
Also what is with the shit watercolours?
I need a release, i am full of pent up despair and cos there is a fat bastard lieing mere feet away, i can't do it.
There are things i need to do, and here is a list of some of them.
Get to Lvl 27.
Re-draught suicide note.
Learn german.
Go for runs, just small ones like half a mile or so.
Get ID.
End it.
Get a different job. Man i cannot stand my job
Write epitaph...i am not sure how you spell that word.
Get more lighters, these ones are running out.
Get the Blutengel DVD, the silly amazing german site has stopped carrying it and didnt think to remove it from the list. That site really needs to work on its customer service. Yes it does have the most mind blowing selection, but by fuck does it suck balls at being a well run company.
I need pens.
I cannot begin to describe how cut off i feel out here, it is only a month or so, which i could ride out, but i don't know if i want to.
I keep getting creative ideas, but they never come when i can act upon them, so they are sucked below a glacier of mandanity and crushed, and once again a method of releasing this pent up crap eludes me.
Another method od release would be to cry, but it keeps hitting me at wrong moments, so i have to swallow it. Like it hit me when Carlos was giving me a lift home from work on sunday.
And i am not weeping in a car with a person who is not only a collegue and someone my mother talks to.
Oh i realised why i want to do acid and mescaline and such like, while Crawf and Aaron just want to do weed.
They are essentially happy with there lives and just want to relax as much as possible.
I wish to live another life, to see things from outside of my existence and forgot my life.
Jesus, i want to self-harm so badly right now, it shouldn't be true.
Oh another thing for the list!
Re-learn Integration and Differentation. I have kinda forgotten how to do them.
Which is ridiculous, i know. But that is beside the point.
Good news though! no voices in my head! not for a good long while. I almost miss them, they where scary but they made me feel alive.
I think, Therefore i am.
And if i have shit doing thinking without me realising then i must be really alive.
Currently i have only one inner voice, and on either side of that thread is eternal blackness.
Not nesacerrily(i give up on that word) nothingness, just pure Unknown. And i cannot know it either, as i must follow the thread....follow is the wrong word, as i am at its forefront, but although i may donder around in the black, i can never know the rest of it. and this is it Perfect Unknown. And no i have not romanticised it into some Roussean style 'Other' I have however recognised the fact that i can never know it, not truely.
Man, what?
This is balls. I would like to point out that i am currently not stoned, i am off to do that the now.
Also what is with the shit watercolours?
I need a release, i am full of pent up despair and cos there is a fat bastard lieing mere feet away, i can't do it.
There are things i need to do, and here is a list of some of them.
Get to Lvl 27.
Re-draught suicide note.
Learn german.
Go for runs, just small ones like half a mile or so.
Get ID.
End it.
Get a different job. Man i cannot stand my job
Write epitaph...i am not sure how you spell that word.
Get more lighters, these ones are running out.
Get the Blutengel DVD, the silly amazing german site has stopped carrying it and didnt think to remove it from the list. That site really needs to work on its customer service. Yes it does have the most mind blowing selection, but by fuck does it suck balls at being a well run company.
I need pens.
I cannot begin to describe how cut off i feel out here, it is only a month or so, which i could ride out, but i don't know if i want to.
I keep getting creative ideas, but they never come when i can act upon them, so they are sucked below a glacier of mandanity and crushed, and once again a method of releasing this pent up crap eludes me.
Another method od release would be to cry, but it keeps hitting me at wrong moments, so i have to swallow it. Like it hit me when Carlos was giving me a lift home from work on sunday.
And i am not weeping in a car with a person who is not only a collegue and someone my mother talks to.
Oh i realised why i want to do acid and mescaline and such like, while Crawf and Aaron just want to do weed.
They are essentially happy with there lives and just want to relax as much as possible.
I wish to live another life, to see things from outside of my existence and forgot my life.
Jesus, i want to self-harm so badly right now, it shouldn't be true.
Oh another thing for the list!
Re-learn Integration and Differentation. I have kinda forgotten how to do them.
Which is ridiculous, i know. But that is beside the point.
Good news though! no voices in my head! not for a good long while. I almost miss them, they where scary but they made me feel alive.
I think, Therefore i am.
And if i have shit doing thinking without me realising then i must be really alive.
Currently i have only one inner voice, and on either side of that thread is eternal blackness.
Not nesacerrily(i give up on that word) nothingness, just pure Unknown. And i cannot know it either, as i must follow the thread....follow is the wrong word, as i am at its forefront, but although i may donder around in the black, i can never know the rest of it. and this is it Perfect Unknown. And no i have not romanticised it into some Roussean style 'Other' I have however recognised the fact that i can never know it, not truely.
Man, what?
This is balls. I would like to point out that i am currently not stoned, i am off to do that the now.