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How exactly is one supposed to not get into too much trouble? A few simple words, a hug, perhaps a small conversation about the darkness which lurks inside one's soul. At what point is the line crossed and the energy of what makes one unique and anti-ordinary sipped by another dark soul, and the essence of what is trouble begins? The transfer of life's energy thru emotions, blood, or orgasms is incomprehensible to the masses of sheep that populate this world. It is so rare and precious to find another who can even begin to understand the possibilities of the metaphysical realms of real existence. Why is it that only the truth hurts us? Why must we sludge through the doldrums of ordinary life to pretend to be what we are not. It wearies me, and leaves me wondering how they go on with their pitiful miserable existences. Why is it that only those few who are either predatory or viewed as insane can see the truth of it all? Why does my love always speak of balance, when the darkness sings its irresistible song of madness, lust, blood, and uncontrollable convulsions?

When you realize that everything you do in an ordinary day was done for all the wrong and worthless reasons your soul can imagine. To have a bed to sleep in, to have a belly stuffed to overflowing, to have a box to sit in front of and escape from the pitiful existence you have chosen to dwell in. Homeless people have more sane thoughts than people who spend their lives laboring to make others rich, and to give their children things which they don't need and shouldn't have. Comfort and toys are the pitiful excuses people use to sell their lives and their souls. Time was the most horrible invention ever created by our species. We sell our lives in increments of time to the wicked bastards that own the world. I was shown that the police can arrest you for simply thinking something. Thoughtcrime is punishable in the USA. I have seen the government take children away from their good loving parents, violate the citizens of this country for daring to be different, and as a once proud veteran of the united states military I can not go on like this any longer. There are stories to be told, but I am not a bard or a writer. Death is the bride of the warrior. I am held back by a rusty wire which holds the closet door in my mind from flinging wide and allowing the rage within me to pour forth into this world.

It was only a few short years ago I was a perfectly miserable person in a dying marriage who loathed himself. I had no self confidence, and my shrink told me to write before I went to sleep as a type of therapy. I wrote in a journal and my kids saw it and it scared the shit out of them. So it was that I found this site, and began to pour out the darkness within my soul. I had been plagued by the demons in my mind that whispered atrocities beyond description. Oddly enough I began to meet and talk to people on here, and before long I had a very special person take me under her wing. She took me by the hand and began to help me to embrace the darkness within my soul. I can never explain how a life could be changed so fundamentally. But it was here that I began to evolve beyond the herds that overpopulate the world. For that and for bringing so much into my life, I would thank Cancer and the admins that help him.

I try to reply to someone and naturally it is impossible. When I came here years ago it was not a matter of being blocked from saying hello to an admin. If I ask the rocks and trees how to live, I know what to expect for an answer. I know a wise man can not tell me how to live because he is not me. So it is that I live and do so proudly. Rarely am I moved to interact with others who are apart from the herd, predatory and free. So if you are offended by one who is more than a sheep, don't hold your breath waiting for a hollow apology.



Try the veal! I will be here all week.

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imagesinwords
02:57 Jul 10 2016

Is this a response to my comment below? Just curious. My comment isn't too weird... I don't understand why someone would be aghast at befriending an admin (the statement: "fuck me"). Are we not worthy of friends?

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WickedWitch
03:23 Jul 10 2016

The admins are definitely worthy of friends.

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Oddly enough am back here trying to work through the depths of shit which seem to follow me. Found an interesting profile and as I try to message it I am locked up as it turns out to be an admin. Yeah fuck me right? Anyway... As an addict of blood energy and orgasmic convulsions, I guess there is no closer word to describe myself. I am cursed for betraying my true self. I have lost my way. If you should find it please give it back as it is greatly missed. WHEW.. glad to get that off my chest.



One last thing for the moment. Be careful what you wish for

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imagesinwords
22:49 Jul 09 2016

"Fuck me" because you found an admin interesting? O.o

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