The First Image

I have decided I will begin posting photos which I have taken spontaneously.
Although this may pollute the mind of the reader with influence I can however hope that it will instead enhance the experience.
I will eventually get around to changing the layout of this blog to something more appropriate, I do enjoy the irony of the current style but I am no longer comfortable with it.

Do Not Disturb.

I am:
Inebriated.
Fornicating.
Depressed (this may be a due to a lack of the fore mentioned circumstances).
Sick (this too may be attributed to one or both of the above).
Dead (yet again see the above).
Pregnant (this is a combination of the two).
Sleeping (meaning I have just been involved in one of the previously stated activities).
Drawing (in this circumstance I would have either a lack of fornication or just been relieved of the affects of a mind altering substance, maybe both).
Writing (because I am passing time until one of these things occurs).



The End

It should Have Been Said Yesterday.

I now have a pen of my own.
Meeting friends also on their way home.
Head swelling, bad writing, keep on writing I found a pen after all.
Am I tempting fate by assuming this position?
Higher ground I guess.

A paragraph that felt like an eternity passes by me, I am just the blink of an eye.

Less somber mood than earlier no doubt my little green friend has a hand in that.
Jaw still clenched, starting to feel claustrophobic in this skull.

So many words to get out of my head this is only the beginning, good place to start.
Brief instructions sparing all unnecessary detail.
This is the end, good place to finish really...
But time is a human invention so maybe it's not.

Watched them descend the glass staircase.
Instructions to vague, time to elaborate.
VOID the last statement visual contact has been made.
Am I starting to sound like someone else?
That's rhetorical.

Today.

The water is creeping closer, it wants to drag me in.
I walked for hours, didn't find anything but I didn't know what I was looking for.
Lights are signaling me from the distant shore (sure).
I consider my suicide note without the suicide.
I get a call I need to verify my little brothers age, I lie and he is thankful.
I'm sitting on the edge of the river writing with a borrowed pen, I guess it's kind of romantic.
I want to accomplish something.
"It's been 30 days out here 15 left to go" he growls.

That Day.

Once again I am using my discretion and removing a post which needed to be destroyed.

Freedom.

How is your life now your free from the screaming hands of the institution.
Still covered in mucus and blood or feeling free and drawing in the air you now know is your future.
It seems so fresh and pure when the gunk is dislodged from your throat, you draw the first breath of sweet and perfect oxygen.
If a moment could last forever we could be, but we no longer exist because we are the moment.
.................................................................................

I apologise for taking a moment from you but I needed it for myself.

Drag, Sex and Aresholes.

Cretans of the night we spill down the lighted street flamboyant dresses swirling red lipstick smeared across our gaping maws.
Vomiting the poison from our swollen bellies while spinning in circles reveling in our own inebriated stupidity.
Snorting pigs turn up to fine us $75 for our obvious freedom and the threat we pose as alluring males in dresses.
They pose questions with obvious answers; "are you wearing a dress?".

Our screeching swarm of eccentric colour and mirth stumbles back toward our base of merriment.
Accosted along the way by beings so insecure they project there fear of what they truly are on those who are without fear.
Violence ensues but when the physical attack is nullified by a lack of fear and a persistent man who tries to enlighten them over and over they go home questioning everything they have convinced themselves.
As we walk away we are crying for the world which is truly being corroded by the creatures inhabiting it.
It seems almost unbelievable that such a vast array of experience and emotion can be forced into one evening.

Fuck.

Debauchery Today!

Today whilst wondering the desolate tundra I stumbled as one inevitably must upon a food court.
A seemingly innocent place, at first glance that is.

I queued amongst the drooling apes awaiting their lard chunks and sugar juice.
It was in said queue that i made my first mistake.
I spent a brief moment observing the patrons of the "esteemed" food court.

I saw vile chunks of meaty waste cramming unrecognisable slabs of sustenance into their gullets.
Spewing what could only be described as language at one another in a spray of masticated fodder.

Children swam in oozing masses which were once their midday meal frolicking in the grease which would one day choke their fragile arteries.

Knowing all this and unable to deal with the awful truth before me I ordered a burger from the low fat menu.

The World As We Know It

Went out last night
I saw creatures which resemble humans
They were dancing and salivating

Made me sick

Harpies dripping sex fluid and screaming for prey
The floor was wet with the filth of a hundred sex crazed fiends

Breasts constantly emerging from ill fitted tops
Hard cocks rubbing against pulsating thighs

The worst thing was knowing I would be amongst them again in the not to distant future.

Goodbye Social Interaction

Today i used an automated checkout at the supermarket for the first time.
I lost a little more humanity.

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This post has been removed due to it's irritating nature.
We will all be better for it.

NG.