Tales of the inaccessible, shut down, finally the ego gets an emotional rest, I feel like I'm like an old codger :)
Hums of reality, real. But my words reside in what's called fantasy, is it even legal what do you care anyway.
Thought crime imagination crime, thought you were all gonna take that TROLL stance. As if you're in kindergarten. FUN.
Or some other variation of the JUMPED-UP ASSHOLE alter reality, of course you exist, you. We're not children but we are, it works.
No rules :) I could be happy, sure. Relationship hunger - loneliness. Sounds like jolly good fun.
Rave, must find raves. Just lose it for a period so I can regain my energy and reinstate the false self into it's proper position, normality. And get to know ME again after the crazed sorrowful BPD pussywhipper chaos.
Motivated towards the normality flow. Life, must find a positive mould within the tunnels of reality for my weary soul, which is connected to the false self functioning, because the true self must acquire energy confidence etc whatever.
Robot-isms, box journeys, does the ground ever return, mhmmm. I taste pessimism. My world, upheaval, tension and sometimes genuine emotional confusion.
What a twist-void, the place, vibes colder than me, me. Me tires so easily now.
"So you saying we need PETA for humans?"
GOD NO. "People" just sometimes get "weak" but it's not like were bacteria hanging on for dear life. Honestly.
There's depth, some, somewhere. Satisfaction.
Machines. Take grace. Burn your souls alive.
One trolls free mockery, your abuse of conversational rules to get jumped-up somehow as expected.
Like I said no rules I could get used to it.
You are not close to me. You are within total isolation. Mind is locked to fantasy?
It's possible, I question things like schizo, autistic traits, whatever, shit just sometimes piles up on top of each other, need a psych doctor.
DANGER DANGER
Why the mumble fuck, doc? Inter-dimensional demon surfer circus style is my life. Drugs wear the heart too, eventually anyway.
See ya soon, shadow peoples.
No ride a longs, bitches. No bby goodbye. Holes for heart.
Weird, being schizoid I still am full of warmth and sensitivity on the inside and yeah things get to me, like CORE SLIME sticking it right at you just look around, chaos for example acting over the top stupidly abusive sub-human behavior. Just keep your damn masks on! :) Urghh.
Pity is not taken. Your trying to prove to me that people are just wasteful energy sapping unthinking dumb asses, where love and philosophy are fairy tales, seen and heard it all before, psychopaths, do not do a ride a long unless desperate from what I've seen. Trolls.
But I'm astonished well done you mad jolly rodgers, I cannot understand. You win. Another mindfuck for the books.
Hiding away to sneak up on me eh? I know what you're thinking.
Maybe just my paranoia yeah leave it at that, nothing happened here.
Mind still fading confidence scars from that BPD nightmare 3 YEAR OLD BITCH, wow. No pity, bad childhood. aww hard done by is not an excuse for my feelings to be washed away completely as if I didn't exist after all the emotional and sentimental investment lol anyway.
Does anyone know a real hard done by person?
Wow.
Irritating and awkward I know, but sociability calls to me.
But I needs some fine tuning, a way to interact, not with malevolent entites yet, haven't reached that point yet, to deal with the emotionally flat-lined. And the demented tortured souls. Danger!
I'll figure it all out myself. Pre-warn:
Ignore. just ignore. Whining idiot. Sweat it out if you have to. Haha.
No strength can be gained here as of now, apart from the few intellectual tidbits I acquired, glowing. Any knowledge or information just glows, gets me going. My precious energy, I can only hope it returns.
1. Chaos, no thank you.
Good doggy. ;) Want a treat?
Not trying to patronize.
Bye.
:( LIES!