When I was 16
Tag: sagger
Who would say the deepest desire is perhaps to give the responsibility for one’s desire to someone else ?
“Whatever you want, you’ll have it. Go get it and pay for it.”
 “Whatever you want, you’ll have it. Go get it and pay for it.”
Bad habit
I think vomiting when thinking about your own existence is a bad habit.
(20 days late)
Devoid of any inspiration
Devoided of any inspiration or creativity, I’m still trying to find some kind of stability that will take me to new waves and forms of compatibility with the world. Needless to say… no new deviation.
… I feel deep hatred towards those who I once loved.
Is it Christmas approaching that makes the sublime smell of deep dark Tartarus so irresistible?
me, the winter lover, lives now in contradiction; for as my most natural and defining event of the year nears closer (the winter solstice) I find more and more hatred towards me and those around me.
My nature contradicts the artificial environment I’ve been placed. Either that or I am really helium’s strayed disciple…
Has the sun and summer really been my home all along?
Can’t help but admit that I have always wondered about the light in long blonde hair and the look and taste of wet bare skin.
If summer is my real nature, I can’t help but say that my true nature in fact makes out of me feel most alien within my surroundings; for I have not felt more inadequate than under the light and heat of our systems central star.
For now I can only say that as days grow shorter, my despise of those around gets bigger… and I yearn for loneliness, snow, and northern lights almost unbearable.
I hope hell is cold, for is where I most desire to go… since in the warmth of heaven I would just feel like a smashed cockroach on the wall… disgusting, out of place, hated… and still moving my little antennas, keeping the attention of those who have murdered me, all in awe and puzzled with the mystery of how was it that without any part or limb working, I managed to keep on holding to my fragile sense… smell..
I smell the sublime dead heavy fog from Tartarus calling on to me… yet I see no entrance, or way to say good bye to those once loved and are now hated…
I repeat myself.
(40 days late)
“My heart is finally content… but my art will suffer”
“My heart is finally content… but my art will suffer”
I need to feel less… how do I feel less? I was watching these documentaries on emotions… people who act on their emotions are even more addicted to the… People, who express their rage openly, are more addicted to it…
I do not express my rage… I bottle it up inside, till I want to die… and then… I cut myself…
I don’t know how to scream… or yell… I have never yelled at anyone…
I talked to Emma today… well we just said hi… and he reminded me of something… a year ago… I did not masturbate…
Cumming with only wedgies and water is really hard… like really hard in some cases it can take… hours…
(20 days late)
Quantum Suicide
Elizabeth Everett, daughter of Hugh Everett the father of the quantum theory of multiple worlds. Committed suicide with a pill overdoes. Inside the note left behind it read:
Funeral requests: I prefer no church stuff. Please burn me and DON’T FILE ME. Please sprinkle me in some nice body of water. or the garbage, maybe that way I’ll end up in the correct parallel universe to meet up w/ Daddy
The Werther Effect: The Esthetics of Suicide
Sick Jokes
Top 10 reasons why suicide is better than sex:
- You can still commit suicide when you’re drunk off your ass.
- You don’t have to worry about ‘safe suicide.’
- Nobody wakes you up to ask for more.
- No limit to the number of techniques.
- Nobody ever asks for a long-term suicide commitment.
- Who cares if you get a disease?
- Doing it by yourself is just as good!
- Easier than finding a date on a Saturday night.
- Nobody ever complains about ‘bad suicide.’
And the top reason…
- YOU don’t have to clean up the mess!
by Tina Mancuso over at http://monster-island.org/tinashumor/index.html
Life was too small to contain me…
angst, geekery and lust 