My fingers are shaking uncontrollably. I am horrified beyond comprehension.

To the guy who said his post doesnt make sence, it doesnt have to. If you could learn to put your ego aside and let the words flow you might be able to understand half of it. Poetry is pure, beautiful emotion

Yes. It is the spirit of art that I hope defines this thread. It's outlandish and strange.

To some it is stupid. I promise I don't force them to read it. To others, its something that lives fluid. The goal is to entertain by evoking emotion.

Thanks for all the replies.

Whoa, that is random. Did you see on the album cover one of the songs was entitled renaissance of smut? WTF?

That made my tummy hurt.

I've got some really good news. Yesterday started and ended without anything out of the ordinary happening. I had asked for confirmation and boy did I ever get it.

The delusion of personal infiltration was confirmed to be all in my head. The black op that I thought was real was just my over active imagination playing paranoiac tricks on me.

I was in essence psy-opping myself, and all of the other people who I believed were connected. How strange my questions to them must have seemed.

How many strangers have I looked at with accusation in my eyes? They probably thought me to be insane. I'm glad I'm normal again.

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The girl who I love deeply and eternally came to me in a dream as I restfully slept. Our souls combined, and we became one spiritually.

I've yet to feel her warm touch, this girl who lives in my heart. I've heard her voice on the telephone a distance so great, separates.

Her voice is angelic, its harmonic and sweet. She speaks the kindest things that heal. She provides existence with life. Without her, it shall surely end.

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You need to get off the train that's going to hell. Have faith in Christ. For the one has broken the chains and he is coming in great fury and judgment.

I have fallen deeply in love with my pen pal. Obsessed I have become. She is all that is on my mind. She's not feeling well right now, and had to lie down.

I wish I could take away from her and make my own, her pain and suffering. I'd do it with vigor, make it hurt to the tenth power. I love her so much it makes me ache somewhere undefined on the inside.

O.k. I will do it. Describe to me in great detail how to accomplish such a feat.

Of hell and damnation, let us all discuss it. Is it real?

Does there await even more torture? Was this life not enough?

The whole concept makes me regret the gift of life.

Wish I could have died when I was still pure. Too late for that now. Demon possessed and out of control. Hell fire of eternal damnation awaits my sordid soul.

Dark cloud of oppression gently floats above my head. Aura went black. Introspective my mind turns. My spirit cries out to a savior, in fear.

The world seduced me with it's music. Sometimes I hear the echo of laughter when I lament in torment. Free will offered a fork in the road, a choice I made, may prove itself to be detrimental.

Horrific imagery of my suffering assaults me. Maybe, just maybe I can go back to the way it used to be. If I try and pray...............O' wait, I forgot. I committed blasphemy in my writings. Unforgivable. Spewed forth from the mouth of God and banished.

some one is back in that crazy place
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knock knock
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Yikes. I create scary things. Have ya'll been on the board this morning?

We are all fucked off in the head.

The asylum is alive and well.

I have to type with one eye closed, because I am so drunk.

Hello???? Who's out there? Why yes, please come on in........O' it's paul. Thank God, I thought I was inviting in somebody way worse.

Goddamn Doc Savage, Is it even possible to provide something so disturbing and random as you have with your videos?

I doubt it very much.

You are the king of awesome randomness. It has been a pleasure.

O.k. Deep breath. I need to say something so personal it will be like getting undressed in front of a large audience.

I'm about to say something that will leave me vulnerable and unprotected. Please readers, please take mercy on me.

Well, here goes.

I can't remember my name, I went insane.
I play in a sand box, and eat granules of sand.
My mom told me to take a bath. I peed on myself and called it good.
I took a brush and fucked my rectum with it. It was like brushing my teeth. Just different. A lot different.
I borrowed some money from a friend, bought some drugs, and gave em to a hungry homeless man. He's not hungry anymore.

O.k. So what were we talking about anyway.........

Huh?

OH MY GOD! Did I just write that? I'm so embarrassed. Well we all know the rules. If'n you type it, you gots ta send it.

Sorry, I. I've come for your thread...to kill or not to kill..
TK4Life

O' Hi. Anarchytype. How are you? I imagine your naked and smooth body lying in bed as you seductively touch yourself.

You thank me for life? Nay, It is I who should be thankful to you.

I have a huge crush on you and I really want to ask you something. I have to have another drink before I have the courage to ask you though.

sorry I totally misread the Tk4life thingy.

I'm so fucking embarrassed now. I wish I had something to hurt myself with.

And now she is gone. Like a season her rein has come to an end. I crossed the line. It's all my fault. If I could ever just fix what I have ruined.

It's impossible.

Wow, I am so gonna fuck myself up later for this. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.

AAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.

It is so very hard to compose a message and send it to the interwebz when tears in a torrent obstruct one's vision.

My heart is in great despair.

What once proclaimed eternal love for me has packed her metaphorical bags and left.

Gone.......

I can't even wrap my mind around this event.

Misery replaces the joy that she provided with her presence.

Wow! I miss her so much.

Thanks.

Just inserting a bit of absurd levity into the mix.

I've played the song a few times. Hilarious brother. I appreciate the crazy contribution to a totally sane thread. Now it has balance.

Hi anabel, thank you for the flowers. They smell really good. I imagine them in a vase being beautiful, but eventually wilting into death.

Why? Why, must beautiful things rust into ruin?

With a frenetic imagination I imagine her coming to me. Her nails scratching scars into my skin. Intimacy that gives life a pleasure I am unable to describe.

Dark reality denies all that I wish for. Instead I am given a normalcy that bores me without the benefit of stimulation.

I equate this loss to death.

I've just lost somebody so very important to me. I must write to her a eulogy.

She has torn from me something important. Something that regulates normalcy.

Her absence destroys joy.

I'm your psychiatrist. This is all a delusion. Are you ready to come back to your special room?

I'm so sorry Anarchytype. I thought you had left me. It destroyed me internally. It felt as if my life was taken and eaten by a monster.

You're still here. While you are, it is time for me to proclaim my eternal love unto you.

I'm getting slammed in the brain by some bass. I'm not myself. Techno, you know!

Anarchytype, I met you and instantly fell in love with you. My darling will you marry me? I offer to you my hand in marriage.

You are my best friend, and my therapist. Of course I fell in love with you. May we connect eternal? Will you be me, and may I be you?

Well, I've got just the thing for you!