Machine: Paranoid PerceptionHello? Can you hear me? I should hope so, because I might never get another chance to get a useless, one-way transmission to anyone else. EVER. They know, they know, THEY KNOW! Even right now, they’re probably watching me and planning my capture, my ”fixing”, my “repairing”. Oh, I can see it right now: They’ll break down the door, come up the stairs, yelling “We know you’re up there! We’re through the door, up the stairs, GOTCHA!”. Whether or not my brains will splatter on my desk, I’ll die of shock and pathetic fear. And then the haze of silent death will shush yet another rebMachine: Paranoid Perception
A Broken PassionBoy walks along the beach, his head down and slouching. Why…. Why did I ever do such a thing? Images and sounds swirled together and forced themselves within his head. It’s funny how things explode when you pour them into a container and shake them up. Just add oxygen, and BANG! Simple chemistry. Luckily this mixture created an explosive, not an explosion. But now everyone knew. Even her…A Broken Passion
The ocean’s sighs pierced his consciousness and looked to the horizon. Beyond the reaches of carnival lights and his own shadow, he saw utter blackness and what appeared to be tiny white-capp
Postmodern Pathetic MadnessThey say knowledge is power… but no one said how power makes you weaker… or sadder. No one ever said that through learning, one can catch the deadly “paralysis of analysis” disease.Postmodern Pathetic Madness
“I think therefore I am?” Yes, so I prove how I exist, I have created my own metaphysical rock on which I stand…. But then there’s the whole sea of skepticism, nihilism and flux around me.
Dammit, a rock can’t tell me what I can do; neither can my hammer of knowledge, or my knife of reason. Speaking of which, did I ever tell you about that knife?
My Dialectical Polar OppositeYou are my dialectical polar opposite. You know I can’t stand you when you are with me But you also know that I cannot bear to live without you. Each and every time I see you, your smile and your eyes give me a flicker of hope But when you speak, your passion and stubbornness cut into my heart. We have both seen the best and worst sides of each other, our angels and demons And we spent as much time laughing with one another as we have hurting one another A kiss for a slap and a smile for tears. My sorrow clashes with your joy and your doubt struggles against my faith. A never-ending sMy Dialectical Polar Opposite
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Relief and Healing
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My email's ger_superior@hotmail.com
I just happened to check this the other day, just out of curiosity, see what my friends had been up to. You're like the first person to ever post a comment like that on my page
So yeah, anytime, add me or something
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Against stupidity the gods themselves contend in vain.
If I am occasionally a little over-dressed, I make up for it by being always immensely over-educated.
I'm mean because you're stupid.
I believe in Jesus Christ as my Savior. If you do too a
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These are my photos on another place on the internet.
Welcome back. I've missed you!
How about you? I was thinking about you a few days ago, just wondering where you were.
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Hoarse Industrial Viremia
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"why are you downcast, O my soul?"
psalms 42:11
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"why are you downcast, O my soul?"
psalms 42:11
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