

The State of ThingsImbeciles move through the world Sheathed in their parody of confidence, While kind souls are weighted down In chains of doubt and insecurity. Where is justice When a kind word seems overwhelming Th those who deserve it most? And the ridiculous imbeciles Suck in the false flattery As though ambrosia. The meek will inherit what, again?The State of Things


1019Glinting, steely through the midnight fog The lights never really go out. I may as well be the only one in the world. Sight through idiot boxes, Glaring through the dim. Voices without faces Squalling through the gloom. I see, unseen. I feel no sense of power; Just a reverberating isolation.1019


Asylum, But No SanctuaryCrazy? I was crazy once. My body twitched, And wouldn't stop, But rocking helped. Saw the images, Inside my eyes. Can't describe them. No. Won't. Did my time, In a place without shoelaces. But for me, There is noAsylum, But No Sanctuary
Better living through chemistry. I conquered these demons myself, And am ever on the alert For their return. That time is still raw in my brain, Though years have passed between, Can't fix upon upon it
Without little tremors. But I made me okay. I fixed this myself. And I will not be c
wonderful, inspiring. awe of even
that your mind reaches such a finely honed spear for words.
each impression leaves its mark on my mind, and i am left witless, and crawling on all fours.
i will not deny the envy, as you rightly earned it from me. to say things so consise, so direct, and still ellude....that my scratchings must be long and labourious efforts of conjure and meditation to draw a moments clarity
truly wonderful work.
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my god is queer. my god is scared. my god paints a pretty picture.
intelligent people are a rare find. and i like to collect them. (no disrespect~inferiority complex). highly valuable people they are and serve. you are and serve
and i will be stopping by, to praise, to envy, and hate. and love
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my god is queer. my god is scared. my god paints a pretty picture.
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I must not fear. Fear is the mind-killer.
Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration.
I will face my fear. I will permit it to pass over me and through me.
And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path.
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