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

Hahhahahahah. Echoes of a past life remind of their presence, in the dream scape in which we all live.

Last Edited by institutionalized on 10/02/2012 06:06 PM

Hip like Ecstasy, psychotherapy, or digital ego-masturbation, or old like Jesus, Moses, or Mohammed

Hand in hand they all serve to the same end over nations. Regardless the brand....

Hip of course. The esoteric will work itself out. Give me right now what will not last forever.

Drugs are bad mkay.

Yes. They are habit forming and give life a form of secret pleasure. Transmission acknowledged.

Click. Click. I've been warned to be careful and to not say whatever it is that comes to my mind.

Was told about the danger. Was explained in great detail that the ground I traverse is not optional for travel.

Just for the record. I could not care less about the ramifications associated with my words.

I scream. Damn the consequences. Damned this diseased mind O' mine. It has been a worthless hindrance the whole of my life.

What lies for me after this? Eternal understanding and subsequent happiness? I do so hope.

Technology monitors with a cold eye that analyzes and makes prey of the human condition.

This era is yours.

Incognito watches me from the shadows.

It has come to my attention that I have made a grave mistake. I accidentally believed in the FREEDOM of speech.

Dialed in, location known.

So.........what is next.

I've prepared myself spiritually.

Requiem for a tower plays forever within my sordid soul. You cannot take this away. Ingrained and internalized.

I float about a dream scape. Imagery given me by a darkness I'd like to think does not exist.

FUCKING COMMUNICATE. Impatiently I await your words, that destroy.

I'd like to make a public apology to anybody who has had the misfortune to have read my words.

I was drunkenly stupid most of the time. Just like I am right now.

I would like to make it public record how much I appreciate this Universe. It amazes me to no end how much you truly do provide for me. Thank you, thank you.......

Synchronicity fills me with not only fear, but of undying love as well.

I AM A SLAVE TO THE WHIMS OF THE UNIVERSE.

I give unto you all of my energy. With a love that is more than loyal. Thank you for thinking about and creating me.

I reside within a recurring dream without end. Is not the eternal complex and confusing?

I have just made a personal promise to all that is forever, my undying allegiance.

I'm now ready to prove myself to the magnificence of infinity. Such a concept confounds perfectly.

Universe may I??? Touch every reader not with words, but with an emotion that perfectly explains EVERYTHING?

May I please say something poignant, something never forgot?

May I proclaim my eternal and universal love for everything that exists? Overwhelming the emotion that provides life at the most molecular stage.

I am in love with the experience you have personally designed. I am more than ready for the most extreme of hardship.

I lovingly give back to you, that which you made possible.

Continual cycle. In worship I surrender myself to all that is.

long time no hear,how r ya
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stop staring at screens.
go outside, into a natural setting... sit under a tree. stay there for a while. go home and eat, sleep. repeat.

well this thread is depressing, i think im gonna go

I watch the Western sky
The sun is sinking
The geese are flying South
It sets me thinking

I did not miss you much
I did not suffer
What did not kill me
Just made me tougher

I feel the winter come
His icy sinews
Now in the fire light
The case continues

Another night in court
The same old trial
The same old questions asked
The same denial

The shadows close me round
Like jury members
I look for answers in
The fire's embers

Why was I missing then
That whole December
I give my usual line:
I don't remember

Another winter comes
His icy fingers creep
Into these bones of mine
These memories never sleep

And all these differences
A cloak I borrow
We kept our distances
Why should it follow I must have loved you

What is the force that binds the stars
I wore this mask to hide my scars
What is the power that pulls the tide
I never could find a place to hide

What moves the Earth around the sun
What could I do but run and run and run
Afraid to love, afraid to fail
A mast without a sail

The moon's a fingernail and slowly sinking
Another day begins and now I'm thinking
That this indifference was my invention
When everything I did sought your attention

You were my compass star
You were my measure
You were a pirate's map
A buried treasure

If this was all correct
The last thing I'd expect
The prosecution rests
It's time that I confess: I must have loved you

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The voices keep telling me it's dead and to let it go. I can't.

Mental torment carresses my sub-consience. Deeply it probes.

Baptised by forbidden knowledge. Is it finally now that we get the pleasure to watch eachother die and return back to infinity?

The sky is grey. Winter is making it's approach. The fangs of depression are sinking in. Slow and painful.

I resonate with fear. I know it's wrong to do so, but it's calling me. Beckoning. Clearly defining mortality.

Most excellent!

So complex & yet perfectly sown~

Your words are so beautiful. Therefor, you must be also.

No matter what happens OP, remain institutionalized for the rest of your life cause your one sick puppy.

You're right. I should remain institutionalized for the rest of my life...............................and I shall.

Within the confines of my mind I will forever dwell.

Empowered by my consience.

Immortal somehow. And you?

Topsy turvy.
Upside down.
All turned around and backwards.

Secret knowledge makes itelf available to the profane initiate.

Knowledge without the ritual.

A kings crown the common man shall wear.

Visit source and everything becomes clear

Everything?

Everything. Some answers may hurt or confound. I found myself , the answers to my questions and even know the root of my paired soul.

Your essence is showing ;)

Things that are clear usually do not confound. That being said, truth hides itself within the murky waters of deceipt. It makes itself available only to those who seek.

Yikes, again? I must acquire a more befitting wardrobe. ;)

yes a dress change would be lovely ... I was confounded at the truth after being taught lies, it took some time to let logic catch up with knowing is all.


Twas like finding out we've been trained to walk on our hands metaphorically

I feel compelled to say "i love you"
But in a reality sense that makes no sense :p

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