One of the greatest injustices you can do to humankind is never having a conversation with yourself.

My greatest fear is finding a corner in a room, moving to that direction, having
a conversation with myself and liking it there.

Your soul is what you collect along the way.

Don't you wish your life was like a portrait. Like a beautiful painting adored.

You with the shameful eyes.
Why do you look through a painted surprise?
A sin that...that's keeps you within.
How does it feel there?
Shame --- Shame keeps you bound with chains.
I heard ya clattering.
It must be hard to walk with such heaviness.

A persons problem is relevant to them. Don't judge how small it is compared to yours.

Pretty, I'm pretty.
Sparkles my name used to be tiny dancer.
The bouncer loved me.
But the guys paid money.
I lived with one.
He made me insane.
He said I was used up and would be nothing again.
The bouncer knew until he cared no more.
Another guy came in again and again.
Smiling, stuff I couldn't fucken stand.
I decided I would end my life that night.
That other guy always ask me out.
This time I said yes.
Knowing I was ending my life that night.
I was fine.
Out we went. Home I came.
Pour myself a bath and saw the straight razor.
Started to use it on my wrists.
Door bell rings.
**** he forgot his hat.
He said he had a great night.
With my towel wrap another me and my hands behind my back he reached for a hug and never looked back.
Bathroom bound again.
My ex came home and found me in the bathroom.
He was so ****** about the mess.
You know me bleeding everywhere.
He phoned 911.
Off I went.
After I was stitched up.  
And made a ran for the door....out of the ward.
Back I went. I was sent downstairs in the cold unfinished basement to heal.
Buddie kept on phoning me.
I finally got the call.
He said whats going on haven't heard from you in a week.
Strange thing is my jacket on the back had blood on it the night I drop you off.
Told him my story and we were packed up within two days.
We went home as he put it.

Listen, the world is bigger than the end of your nose

Come, sit in starry silence and stare at amber rain....sorry, I thought I heard you laughing. Or is it just me again?

I've dried myself off! I can't get wet anymore!
To you I look so strong, showing no emotions. But, I have moved on.
Only a shell remains here and it's set itself to stone.
I feel safe here. It's now a place I like to call my home.
When the waves come a crashing, I stand so firm! You can't grab me and
take me for your own.
Only the algae that's grows around me has any connections to this soul.
I'm safe here. I m at home.......

My hand feels the glass and the glass feels me. We are cold and warm against one another. Does the glass really know I'm touching it. No,..no I don't think so. Only if I give it the power over me.
It's flat and cold I like that. I can drift away knowing I have the power. It's an object of  my thought process. Am I really going to give up more control? No I don't think so. Control is very important. Must keep myself in check. Checkmate! Now your turn. No I think I'm going to take my turn again. I need after all this rain.How are you going to play the game?
Biggest game move...well me of course. But hey, good luck to the floaters you'll need it.

In going insane what the **** wrong with me. I think I need a new life. A new cat would help to. My cat now ****** on the basement floor. Kay, maybe a lobotomy would help. I want to dribble on a bib. I want to feel nothing and see nothing. And be nothing. Or maybe I want more. Who am I kidding. What's wrong with me am broken. Kay, let's go back to a life. I have a cat that doesn't **** on the floor, a white fence. No ****** I want more. I don't know what I want. K, sign me up for the bib. And drugs, give me lots of drugs. And they best do it right. I best be not in the corner. Dribbling on myself, looking crazy eyed, and still have a small piece of me left. I'm going to be ****** ****** in my wheelchair ******* in my diaper. If it's going to be done it's best be done right.
No conscience left!

Who are we?
   What are we doing here?
   What the hell is going on?
   Why did you do that?
   Who and the hell are you?
   What in Gods name were you thinking?
   What's wrong with you?
   Why did you do that to me?
   Who do you think you are?
   I don't know you?
            And I guess I never will!?

Lying naked and alone on my bedroom floor. Fragmented splinters left in the corners of my mind. I **** myself out just to stay on time. I live in a room on the second floor. But, really that girl doesn't live here anymore.
                       Shhh........ Do you hear him? I think he's at the front door. Oh God, I think he's creeping up the stairs. I can't take it anymore!
                             Rag Doll..............Rag Doll... Shake that furry tail!
                             See her? ..............See her?..... Nowheres!

                    Lost, lonely, and confused once more.......****** where are you?

Relying on someone for all your happiness is like giving breaths to a C.P.R. dummy and expecting him to get up and thank you for all the breaths and chest compressions you just gave him.

You can't keep track of crazy, cause the reasons are unknown.

       Forces moving in directions the acute eye is not attune.

       It's not something tangible that you can keep in direct sunlight.

       Magnified so blindly. It's passes through the light.

       "Hello are you there?"

       Smiling, as we sleep together. Hold me close and keep me warm.

       "Don't put your hands on me!"

       "I'm here, it's Doom."

       Look, the sun is rising blazing the white moon.

       I didn't know crossing paths with you, would someday take me soon.

Upon reflection a smile brims on her face. She sees the world through tainted eyes that no one will ever embrace. Fantasy, dolls, linen and lace. Everything's so perfect, there nothing to take. How lovely am I to live in such grace. Such a sweet girl she must be seven or eight. Vibrant colours etched in her mind. She sees only one thing at any given time. The world is  perfect so she dances about. A thunder cloud snaps and she begins to come out. That's okay it's medication time and the ward is giving them out.

Sometimes I smile at dum people, when they speak in their handicapped way. The other day I thought I saw someone sharing a glance my way.

You think you are something, but you are nothing.
You are just a whisper of a wind, in this thing called life.
You would be nothing with out me but yet you cause such pain.
You are a fool among fools. Go play your game but not with me.
For I see you for who you are. And, not what you say it to be.
Your lies you lie are building up around you.
        It's a shame cause I used to really love you but you are no more.
Just a fragmented piece that lays on the floor.

Really the internet is just an experimental *****. It's doors are always open to come in and explore. How much you leave behind is open for discussion, ignorance galore. So come  on in, we're open for business, like
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Twisted thoughts once perceive as your own. Has brought you
to this promise land. Chances remain unknown. Walking through chain
link fences.
    To an unmarked grave
                          ......... called your own.

  You didn't think your fantasy could be your reality.
Ain't no fun now girl..hey? Ain't no fun now.

Jonesing.....got to get it over. Got to get one over on you.

( Laugh )   I see you. Your as transparent as a straight *** line.
Got to get one over.
AND I WILL GET IT ON YOU!

        Next victim please.