Im feeling a little mad-hatter lately.
Goofy and out of step, Im in zee limbo fuck.
Right about to get slammed by reality.
I can feel it coming. Meanwhile Im way too
Happy. Everthing's fantastic.
Involuntary laughing kind of crazy.
I need to calm the shit down. Cuz its getting ugly.
Too bad I cant speak in tongues
While gnashing my teeth like the damned....
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Goofy and out of step, Im in zee limbo fuck.
Right about to get slammed by reality.
I can feel it coming. Meanwhile Im way too
Happy. Everthing's fantastic.
Involuntary laughing kind of crazy.
I need to calm the shit down. Cuz its getting ugly.
Too bad I cant speak in tongues
While gnashing my teeth like the damned....
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Notes on Pain, Seperated into 4 Distinct Zones.
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Is it good? No.
Is it bad? No.
Who the fuck cares? Not him. Not her. Not anymore."
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What is it for?
A crackling hand on the stove.
Probably theres something to know.
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Held by the illusion of a perfect food behind the glass.
Incapable of feeling relaxed and safe.
There is something to...
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Is it good? No.
Is it bad? No.
Who the fuck cares? Not him. Not her. Not anymore."
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What is it for?
A crackling hand on the stove.
Probably theres something to know.
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Held by the illusion of a perfect food behind the glass.
Incapable of feeling relaxed and safe.
There is something to...
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American Breader, Part II.
That which pollutes me
With its crude yet
Vague indifference makes me human
Im glad that the fat man with the
Sideways eyes feels free
To self-express.
Looks me up and down
And cackles like a clown.
God yes.
I covet the lumbering self-
Confidence of the scenester
Alcoholic
Torment the easy targets,
Its a game
We both know very well....
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That which pollutes me
With its crude yet
Vague indifference makes me human
Im glad that the fat man with the
Sideways eyes feels free
To self-express.
Looks me up and down
And cackles like a clown.
God yes.
I covet the lumbering self-
Confidence of the scenester
Alcoholic
Torment the easy targets,
Its a game
We both know very well....
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No more projecting.
No more creating.
Blackness is the horizon.
Sightless All the
Celestial bodies in the
Old imperfect darkness have gone out.
Bloody holes in my skull remain.
Alive Helen Keller style.
Nothing but hands and touch.
No more colors.
No more sounds.
No more miraculous emotions.
Just flesh, the way it was.
No more creating.
Blackness is the horizon.
Sightless All the
Celestial bodies in the
Old imperfect darkness have gone out.
Bloody holes in my skull remain.
Alive Helen Keller style.
Nothing but hands and touch.
No more colors.
No more sounds.
No more miraculous emotions.
Just flesh, the way it was.
seantastic:
No more poop.
oh_me_ghost:
Exactly
You dont have to make the right decision.
What was that?
You dont have to make the right decision.
What the fuck?
You dont, um, have to make the right decision.
Did I even fucking ask?
You dont have to m
God, will it never stop? Maybe I want to make the right decision for a change.
Maybe its not about making the right decision....
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What was that?
You dont have to make the right decision.
What the fuck?
You dont, um, have to make the right decision.
Did I even fucking ask?
You dont have to m
God, will it never stop? Maybe I want to make the right decision for a change.
Maybe its not about making the right decision....
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Speak for Me - by Cat Power
Big girls so were all by our-
selves. The great big howling is about to begin
A thousand miles
From where it all begins.
Oh world The whole world is
Going on and on, back into the touch
Hes moving on again
Going on and on
Whats next? Am I out of time?
Losing my touch I cant...
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Big girls so were all by our-
selves. The great big howling is about to begin
A thousand miles
From where it all begins.
Oh world The whole world is
Going on and on, back into the touch
Hes moving on again
Going on and on
Whats next? Am I out of time?
Losing my touch I cant...
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The archetypal forces that lead to shamans in the past, now lead to artists. Theres the theme of suffering until with the shamans, and sometimes the theme of suffering throughout with the artists.
How did he become a shaman? Sickness seized him when he was twenty three years old and he became a shaman at the age of thirty. That was how he became a...
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How did he become a shaman? Sickness seized him when he was twenty three years old and he became a shaman at the age of thirty. That was how he became a...
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When in doubt, ask the deck of cards for help (fun with rider-waite).
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Is there anything I can do to make the world better? No.
Is there anything I can do to make a limited difference on this earth?
Yes, as long as you are interested in the work.
What is the fate of the world? Continuance.
What is the truth? Something painful that...
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Is there anything I can do to make the world better? No.
Is there anything I can do to make a limited difference on this earth?
Yes, as long as you are interested in the work.
What is the fate of the world? Continuance.
What is the truth? Something painful that...
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Im on a sixty day no alcohol fast.
And it wasnt inspired by a binge. I want to feel mistakes, and all the stress and exstacy of being in this world.
I want there to be a downpoor with black clouds and nowhere to go to. I want everything to culminate in a shocking aftermath. And the shocking fact will be that I have nobody...
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And it wasnt inspired by a binge. I want to feel mistakes, and all the stress and exstacy of being in this world.
I want there to be a downpoor with black clouds and nowhere to go to. I want everything to culminate in a shocking aftermath. And the shocking fact will be that I have nobody...
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Projection is the error of attaching an aspect of your inner life onto someone or something on the outside In projecting a disowned part of yourself, you endow other people and things with the power to make you blissful or miserable. Then you turn around and praise or blame the person or situation, while all the while you are reacting to an unconscious, inner part...
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