Rives

welling passion fading rage nothing more then suttle implications of noghing. whese words written before. if not in this place then others. i stair at the keys watching my fingers woner ins what is is that they are saying. there moving too fast for me to keep track i watch the page and see the words appear no knowing what is is that they mean. darkness colsing from every side. from every angle and through every dooe. this is some thing that i sopught for soo long and yet i dont know what it means or evern what is is. i now that ive been more then this i know hat i can be more then this i know all of us are capabe of so much more then this bullshit. i can change this in a moment . bend time. bend reaility. its so close its closer than its ever been. trhis house. this world is nothing more then a lines in a computer who ever knows the password controlls the world. who ever know the cheats can change their fate this is what ive come to relixe. i

iwatching the horising as the sun sets up. rising in the sistince blood red spilling over the line over water changing he cloudless sky to purple and the seas to vacent desrts of my will in its fluidity.


so ive just ben informed that im drunk which makeks little since to me. so i may be a raging alcholic, and i use the term raging only in the context that i drink alot, im really not all that angery when im drunk infact im in a fantastic mood, i love this alchole.

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pulling the the rubbery thread from my pocket, slipping my right hand around my left arm, biccpt flexing in sweet cooperation. holding one side to my cheast and billing the other under my elboy and around to the front aof my armtwist once then pushthe loose side under with my fingers, holding the one lost end with my left and and tuging the other tight with my fight hand, then quinching my left hand over and over, tensing and relising untill the wnd of it all apears so vividly, seeing the strands of my life jumping for their chance to feel my perfect posin, two fingers tapping, three times is all it akes and the perfect line is selected, a root into my soul, with one arm out stretched the other inserst the perfection sliding slitting, percing, whten my thumb bushes and my needle plants its seed. pull with thumb and middle, place my cross at my side, then release my leases and let nirvana flow, this is my world, this is my life, perfection.