Ease your mind. Rest your head.
Say one thing before bed.
Are you okay? What happened man.
Let it go; start again.
Age comes with time just like respect.
Just like the others, parents debt.
We aren’t children any more.
ANOTHER THING:
FILLING THE HOLE For fucks sake! Like an apparently great thing that I enjoyed can be even remotely compared to.
Fuck I hate being a person and in this society. Not many give a fuck! And stupid vapid cunts like you are fucking destroying every last ounce of “credibility” mentally ill people have.
FUCK OFF with your “broken heart” and fuck off with your shallow bullshit emotions. I wish you knew this pain. I wish it on you more than you know.
Death to societies perception of love and emotion. It’s all fake shit, aggravated for attention so they can harvest pity.
I need some god damn medicine to deal with these people!
Ya know what I think I do genuinely hate almost everything. Even in my most sincere moments, stupid fucked up thoughts ruin the experience of life.
I’m festering. I need medicine.
I hate everything and I FUCKING HATE that cliche’d SHIT.
I just remembered I can say whatever the fuck I want here. NO one reads or invests time into this shit!
You know what upsets me? The fact that you were a cunt your entire life and even after your looks faded and you turned into a fat fucking bitch you STILL manage to have a place in society.
VISION.
I’ve been granted a vision and gifted with lucidity.
It’s evening. Yellow-orange light can be seen filtering through the blinds on the window. The room is very sterile. Whites and yellows dominate the room. There are books on the shelves.
3 People are standing in front of a photographer taking a promotional photograph.
I am sitting in a desk in the middle of the room, one arm resting on the desk— I’m resting my head on that hand.
I look at these people and my head is buzzing. I feel like my time with them is limited. I feel our paths are separate but at the same time parallel.
My gaze is directed out of the window, the soft yellow-orange of the evening filtering through. The glare hurts my eyes but I’m enjoying every moment I have here in this room. 2 people I deeply care about standing before me, taking a picture with a 3rd person I only vaguely know.
This photo is promoting the art gallery where my friends are debuting a new project of theirs. I feel pure love for my friends, it’s a pure and quiet bliss. Nothing penetrates these walls; no thought, no fear. I am completely wrapped in this moment that will forever be caught in a picture, it’s a complete sensory overload.
The room smells very clean. The only clearly noticeable scent is the slight tinge of the gallery owner’s perfume and a faint smell of dried paint. My eyes are almost entirely overpowered by the evening colors dancing through the large bay windows. I see some dust particles swirling in the yellow, I feel my eyes dilate and constrict. An even greater euphoria washes over me.
It is such a beautiful moment, free from any complex thoughts and free from any worry or care. I sit there watching their steady rise to fame, it’s one piece of artwork at a time. I know they won’t be known for the traditional physical arts, it will be something more abstract.
I don’t have much else to include in this and I’ll always keep some of it to myself.
In my current life I’ve never met either of these friends. One of them is a beautiful and very different looking girl, the other is a tall man. The man wears work clothes like an office worker would wear, he has a pocket-protector. The girl is wearing a black jacket and black pants with boots that are the same color of white as the room.
Here are some other words that have come to me along with the vision: Radio, building, dinner, travel, separation, alien, soul-mates.
I’ve loved every minute of this dream and I’ll always remember it
