Old news....HELL AND BACK!
When I die please mummify me....I want a sarcophicus complete with goggles and purple enamel hair....Or just drop me in the ground, noo chemicals. just my body returnd to the earth, I want a GIANT boulder with my name on it, next to a waterfall....can livejournal hold up in court? Anyway just don't let anyone burn me-this is one of my fears of dieing!!!!!!....I have no where to visit my friends and their ashes are not with anyopne that loved them near as much as me....thats fucked up is it not?.....Six feet beneath my own thoughts and nothing left to save....I hate being me sometimes....
I am drifting across planes of reality, I am only lucid within my dreams...the rest of conscousness, pitifully so, is out of my grasp, I don't fucking care, it's all that LSD you know, I have seen tooo much to want to be a part of grown up soccer mom society....I drive an Element. My hands split and peel as i plunge into the blackened recess that is my mind, coridors of steel, white light and wires. My wrists bleed as though freshly cut a paramount within the borderline personality, Some part of me receives awareness; whatever transformation is to come, there may never be retreat into ignorance, no buddy, that bliss is a long time dead...into innocence again, I have not lost it all for a long time, I wish I had shreds of purity somewhere. The bloodline of my sins slithers it's glistening fingers into all corners of this life, 'till nothing is left pure...all that i once was, that i could have been, has been defiled, broken, and cast away. only those damned with understanding may greive for me.
Hell is something like this: to be constantly reminded of your sins, Have them thrown drunkenly at these green eyes, and to be left with the knowledge that if you just try enough, If you could find that 1 in a million course of action, everything will be alright again. Of course, the catch is that you never had the integrity or strength of character necessary to find this path, and, despite what you think are your "best efforts," the way to forgivness will ever be lost to you. this is my hell. i roast in peredition every waking moment. And I fucking hate it!
Suffering from utter lack of inspiration. existence drags on in a trivial downpour of my possible pasts...a vision, a hope that i cannot exorcise.
....furthermore, strawberries, cherrys and chrome.
I am drifting across planes of reality, I am only lucid within my dreams...the rest of conscousness, pitifully so, is out of my grasp, I don't fucking care, it's all that LSD you know, I have seen tooo much to want to be a part of grown up soccer mom society....I drive an Element. My hands split and peel as i plunge into the blackened recess that is my mind, coridors of steel, white light and wires. My wrists bleed as though freshly cut a paramount within the borderline personality, Some part of me receives awareness; whatever transformation is to come, there may never be retreat into ignorance, no buddy, that bliss is a long time dead...into innocence again, I have not lost it all for a long time, I wish I had shreds of purity somewhere. The bloodline of my sins slithers it's glistening fingers into all corners of this life, 'till nothing is left pure...all that i once was, that i could have been, has been defiled, broken, and cast away. only those damned with understanding may greive for me.
Hell is something like this: to be constantly reminded of your sins, Have them thrown drunkenly at these green eyes, and to be left with the knowledge that if you just try enough, If you could find that 1 in a million course of action, everything will be alright again. Of course, the catch is that you never had the integrity or strength of character necessary to find this path, and, despite what you think are your "best efforts," the way to forgivness will ever be lost to you. this is my hell. i roast in peredition every waking moment. And I fucking hate it!
Suffering from utter lack of inspiration. existence drags on in a trivial downpour of my possible pasts...a vision, a hope that i cannot exorcise.
....furthermore, strawberries, cherrys and chrome.