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I found this braindropping in a hidden folder on my computer. This was written about 15 months ago and re-reading it made me have a good laugh. I decided to post this here to ask you guys what you think.


Darkness Resurrected

Tell me, tell me the story. Again, let me hear it. Your's sounds are so stale it's pathetic. A wall of a million screams crying out for pity. Tell me the time you filled the empty ebony corridors of your mind with suffering, you were too weak and pathetic to face the silence that infested them. Oh hail the void! The only thing that ever existed in your wretched soul! The only truth you ever gave light too. Those hallways, with portraits of faded faces, faded targets of that Love-Fuck-Kill-High illusion that sent out light of freewill and chance straight into your hollow eyes. Ponder with me, the moments in time where you stood on a grey street corner, encumbered in black coats, spilling your blood on the white pavement, because your hemorrhaging was the only color fit for your stale earth, the world you turned grey. Out fucked again! Rape away everything from surroundings, so to be ignorant to what vile liquid will sprout from the veins of your heart if you turned your gaze inward. Try again to tempt me, tell the story of your suffering, your pity feeds me. I am hungry, I am greedy for your suffering. I wish to heal, to fuck you, to lead you, to puppet you. I wish to bathe in your carcass, the soul I killed, drown in your fluids and masturbate too your ideas, the one I transmuted into a reflection of the visions that speak the one truth that I allow to flow through my fingers. Tell me another story, express to me again your hidden fear... so erotic... as I recollect the moments in seconds of eons where thousands upon thousands upon thousands upon thousands of worlds burned and where deafened by the screams of the dismayed, searching for their gods at the last second before he acknowledged your last gasp for breath before the smoke of your ignited souls of passion suffocated you in your own social anarchy! I am the medium of all your thoughts and dreams! All of your nightmares and tragedies! Stare into my eyes to see your fate! I am the mirror, the prism. I am your blackest reflection! On through eternity you will suffer the wrath of yourself, your own personal Lucifer! I come to show you the consequences of your actions! of your thoughts! your feelings! your faith! And remember as you fall back into yourself, that you will always see that mirror when the tide breaks.




Post your shit too! I'm not a one-man-band!
 
WORTHLESS QUOTES OF ME

One could unlock great knowledge in an extensive library of media. These are excepts from some of the classics in my collection.

A collection of divine knowledge as follows...

"Spandex, is god's definitive tool in unlocking the truth of accurate narcissistic judgement." - Book of how Joel Scheilmemmer transmuted himself into a German shepherd for economic benefits, and the downfall of his actions in reference to bad timing associated with rise of Soviet laboratory testing in the 1960's: Chapter 12, verse 15.

"Thou truly enlightened when a game of scrabble turns into a religious experience, without the use of hallucinogens." -Book of Mark the Insane: Toilet-paper leaflet number 239.

"Caffeine and responsibility is Satan's way of deceiving thou to thinking thou should be awake, when one should otherwise be resting off one's hangover" -Verse from El Duderson's bible of Rocklyness, other information unreadable, or unbearable to read.

"Technology is a bi-product of man's unconscious desire of wanting to be engaged in sexual intercourse all of the time." -Book of Louie the Moody: Page 5,301.

"The moon landing of 1969 was due in part to subvert Real-estate inflation in the Mid-Southwest of the United States during the timeperiod." -Book of Mark the Insane: Toilet-Paper leaflet number 33.

"One can see clearly when one's head is clear. One can see even clearer, when one's head is full of nonsense." -Unreleased material of the Scientology Manifesto: L. Ron Hubbard.

"With the increase of sexual technology, one can for see the mind set of human evolution. Condoms, Birth-Control pills,Rubber, Cosmetics, Sexual Lubricants, Piercings, Sexual Enhancement hormones, Plastic, Dildo's, Latex, Vibrator's, And Vasectomy and Abortion operations tell us that humanities ultimate goal is to become immortal, floating sexual organs." - Book of how Joel Scheilmemmer transmuted himself into a German shepherd for economic benefits, and the downfall of his actions in reference to bad timing associated with rise of Soviet laboratory testing in the 1960's: Chapter 4, Verse 3.

"Red is the color of manipulation. Black is the color of witchery. Glitter is the decoration of treachery. Gold is the color of bondage. Diamond, is the shape of slavery. Pink is the color of having to pay child-support 9 months later. All men should avoid places where all of the elements converge." -Duke the Gook: Scroll 8.

"Man conquered the earth when he invented Air-Conditioning." -Memoirs of Keith Richard's Bus Driver: Page 3 1/5.



Winds:


A torrent emerges
A soft wind to my back
Inner sun beckons lust
Soul pushes me on
Into the earth
I sway
Run with the dance of the trees
I flow
Scream the songs of the ocean
I stand
Grasp the rhythm of the earth
I burn
Ash blankets my path
Grey plague of one
You can hear them
Wanders lost to the strain
Cast to the winds
Forever untouched








Alice:

Oh little one
Little one
Let me know that
You know what is done
And what is gone
What is new
And what pain is due
Let me know
That I can snap you in two
If you wanted me too
Oh fuck you
Fuck you little one
For hiding the ambrosia
Fuck you
Gently of course
For only tonight
I can feast without
Tasting you
 
When a creative writing teacher of mine assigned me to write any kind of poem I wanted, I decided to take it in a different direction.

I Dislike You
You suck
This class sucks
Everyone in the room sucks
I'm not an emotional trainwreck looking to spill onto the pages for you
I don't know if you get off on that sort of thing, but it's very likely
I try to ellicit something human out of you, but you just sit there
Reading poetry by that Ginsburg fellow (whom I heard raped children)
and analyzing my short stories with the most bizarre explanations (NAZIS DO NOT SYMBOLIZE MY FATHER)
Notice how I never called you by your real name (Dradford was a close personal favorite since it's not even a name)
Notice how I'm the only guy not wearing bitch-tight pants
Notice how I'm the only person who doesn't get your references
and notice how I'm not a heavy metal rock man (Industrial is different, hence the name).

I bet after all of this, you'll still give me an A.

And he did.
 
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