Some recovery music: [link]


Life and Everythinga flicker of time - an abnormality, transient, disordered little thing, white error pixel on a big black screen. but it seems as if the screen was white, as if the glitch was the normal state; the persistent deception enthralls, and one finds hope in the failure itself. but beauty is only in perfection, and in errors reside the grains of pain - when wise and knowing (at last) truth from lies one finds the little speck untolerable. the quietness eventually returns, whether the mind is ready or not, but - a paradox - no mind can enjoy it, for that itself is a byLife and Everything


The WishWhen she entered, he was writing - again. Clean me out. Rinse my mouth: it's dirty, smeared with truth. Its foul smell snaking out in all directions - she could read that much before he hid the bunch of papers away, rushed, as if it was something secret. - Hello, sweetheart. - Hi. What do you want? - he grunted. - Why so rude? - she asked, wincing. - Aren't you happy to see me? - You visit me each day, all bright and shine. If I wasn't so weak, I'd get up and smash that sunny smile into pieces. He was shaken with the effort of speaking with that much force, but it just made him more angry. Falling back, heThe Wish


TriptychThe Successful SpeciesTriptych
disgusted by the soft, smooth legs by the bony figure, fragile waist by the clean skin, scarless, sterile by the plastic breasts, the pink nails, the lips glazed by bitter paint, the face of a product staring lifeless, craving the abuse; i'm disgusted by women of this age, shaped by frustrated artificial men, who in turn are carved out of real flesh by the experts of the distorted heart; come, Mr. Aronson, take up that gun you taught me who to aim at with - kill them because they will take away more than you'd imagine in thi


2 Transhumanist PoemsThe Enlightened2 Transhumanist Poems
on a train to nowhere beneath a skin of human paint we the electric charges in animal brains we the programs with a burning conscience a mythical northern border calling to us - how quaint! - to stop the river in our veins and help the world in making sense
nothing but a mood of rust and radiation a touch of blue glow and sickly growths of green the beat in our ears that thin cord ties to life and the industry of a world we've never seen
on a train to nowhere the backlight of a best friend shows the way the loving AI
D.N.R.

To Die With Dignity28 July 2008To Die With Dignity
I watch you struggle, fighting for your chance There on the hot pavement outside Walls of reflective glass that breathe Only to watch you take your last.
They reflect all of your emerald Beauty draining onto the heat-soaked Stone. Filling up this bright-eyed,
Blue water morning with my mourning.
You flutter your wings, once. Twice, As I imagine you did when you first Emerged to stretch them, so full of promise,
On a similar sun-drenched day.
I gather you in my hands, smiling A calm farewell of my understanding.  
because normal people are just weird... XD
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you can tune a piano, but you can't tunafish.
わたしは すごい です!
Yep, "Society highly values its normal man. It educates children to lose themselves and to become absurd, and thus to be normal. Normal men have killed perhaps 100,000,000 of their fellow normal men in the last fifty years." - R.D. Laing
xXx,
me
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"Blame it on the Atheists, it's always our fault - except it never is.
So don't get mad at us, we're just showin ya'll the evidence." - Greydon Square
erm...
You're a freak.
That is pretty much the only thing I can say.
I wouldn't normally comment like this to someone, but I really can't not right now.
Because some things on your profile really have disturbed me.
Especially your fascination with cutting.
It's a horrible thing to do, and it ruins lives.
You end up with pointless scars that just make you sad all the time (sane people anyway).
How do you think your friends and family feel about it?
It's horrible, and it ruined my life.
I don't need phyciatrists or doctors to tell me it's bad.
It's an absolutely crap thing, and a life ruiner.
On top of all that, you realise being a necrophilliac is a) highly illegal and b) highly wierd. Go get some Prozac and live your life in a few clouds. Might make you a bit more normal.
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Dare to Dream, Dare to Fly, Dare to Be the Ever Chosen One to Touch the Sky...
On the Wings of a Dove Are We All Encaptured...
Peace & Love,
a proud freak
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"Blame it on the Atheists, it's always our fault - except it never is.
So don't get mad at us, we're just showin ya'll the evidence." - Greydon Square
Me normal?
I don't think so XD
But on the other hand, my family and friends are people who I trust and love. I would never percieve them as judgmental pricks, thank you very much.
You go ahead and feel sorry for me, but I know one thing; I'm not perfect, and I never will be. Everyobody on Earth has imperfections, but you seem to think you're the only one.
Well, you're nothing special, and what you wrote on your page really did upset me. It's not right to go around saying that kinda of thing.
Fair enough, if you feel that way about life then go ahead, but don't push those feelings onto other people; it isn't fair, and you're making other think that self harm is a good thing, when it really isn't.
I know you've written about other things beside the self harm, but that really is what got to me the most.
I'm sorry if I sounded insulting in my last comment, I was just extremely angry.
I don't like to get into arguments with people normally, but I really do think you've taking your thoughts one step too far.
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Dare to Dream, Dare to Fly, Dare to Be the Ever Chosen One to Touch the Sky...
On the Wings of a Dove Are We All Encaptured...
What I'm doing is not "self harm". I keep it safe and enjoy every minute of it; and I don't wanna hear other folks get ostracized for it, when it's just really... sexy and fun.
Relax a little, it won't do you any harm... heh heh.
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"Blame it on the Atheists, it's always our fault - except it never is.
So don't get mad at us, we're just showin ya'll the evidence." - Greydon Square
Oh, and I didn't mean for it to sound like hate mail...
Sorry.
I was just having a bad day.
Well, quite a few actually.
So yeah...sorry.
And I lead a pretty good life thanks.
90% of the time.
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Dare to Dream, Dare to Fly, Dare to Be the Ever Chosen One to Touch the Sky...
On the Wings of a Dove Are We All Encaptured...
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