Write whatever you're thinking out, don't edit it, just write and write until you're finished. Be ti sad, happy, hopeful, pessimistic, it doesn't matter. Let's see if anything slips out from your subconcious.
>>24119993This is a thread for narcissists. Every man thinks his own stream of thoughts is just wonderful, a constant novelty pf psychological associations, but to anyone else it's just a rather uncomfortable peering into the superficial muscle memory of another's mind.
>>24120144>t. filtered
>>24119993>wah wah im depressed blackness loneliness looking in the mirror here's some poetry i wrotejust kill yourself
If this is the new way to maintain wwoym with a more direct effort to be on topic then I like it
>>24120476It is, I liked those threads and have no idea why they were banned; some people are too retarded to notice the attempt though.
>>24119993more like SOI
There once was a pirate named Schtevie the Red and he plundered and smoked cigars bought with that bread! Yes he stayed at one port not for too long but then, a fleet surrounded the isle and he reacted with dread! For his escape was doomed to fail when that admiral his ship blasted sunder with cannon and thunder and the gold and the chests they sunk to the harbors sandy rest and so Schtevie he puffed and came up with a test. Yes he did dress as a harlot and stuffed his shirt full of straw, and he drew with red stearine the most outrageous lips and his eyes with black charcoal an eyeliner most crisp. So he talked to the navy and they were not so wavy yes they did like the way that he carried his wares so he passed as a whore and they all took their turns and they let him go with them to the next couple ports and that's how pirate Schtevie he passed as an Eve yes he did pay the price but not in freedom but flesh and to this day he still dreads to tell the tale of how he did remain so very free Four Six Eight thats the seconds that remain for this story to be published so I guess I wont abate in telling further how the story went, well there was a little murder when our pirate so esteemed set out to reclaim those lost burdens yes you see the chests and gold that laid astrew across the ocean floor some was looted indeed by the navy and townfolks by that sea but then there was the portion that strew out across the bay so he didst gather one new crew and they went diving after stew and what they found was not in scale to those there older golden days but they did pleasingly enough and funded guns and powder and some swords yes that was much enough to organise an ambush gainst the lords. So that very admiral who cause a whole lot ruckus for our pirate he was having tea with his niece in th'utmost decked out estate, there were textiles, marble sculptures, there were luxuries abound but when the pirate and his crew turned up he had a very frown. He said "this is for my ship, for my treasures that I had! For the hole that your navy most enjoyed fore i fled! For the time that i spent recouping my honor, my crew and ship and all the renown i once enjoyed! once more i boast that the admiral he did not win, in the end i will tell them that tea was his last. So say bye to your niece and sip once final time, now i wont press the point but your life is now mine." SO the admiral pleaded and begged for his life and the niece was most dismayed when the pistolsound whined, yes that was the last time anyone saw him alive, and that was the story of how Schtevie survived.
What if I think some personal details that shouldn't be posted?
>>24120685Quit watching see pee?
the dryer is click-clacking. sweet smell of rotting vegetables clings to the top of the can. the dry old woman-cashier was handling celery or something before she put her death fingers on my can and now i can smell the death of the vegetables and i feel her death on the top of my can and i can smell it when i take a sip.
The melody and lyrics of please, please, please let met get what I want have been ringing in my ears for the last two hours two days now of existential crisis over the fact in my 29 years of life i have not experienced love i dont even know what it would look like or if i would be able to experience it even if the occasion comes up women seem to corrupted but so am I I am a slave to my reasons and will probably die alone hopefully its a short life the only thing you get in this life are the things you kill others for and I'm too ashamed and paranoid for that i know i will not get what i want i know my suffering will be without a purpose no one will write it down or take notice of it and whem im dead i will simply be pushed over like a shovel moving dirt what was i given life just to be shown the possibilities and then mocked i need to sleep but i know it i will be the same tomorrow nothing changes
>>24119993birdshot negative karma inhibition restoration climactic groundless endlichkeit formation deterioration glass wall ammonia fortunate standchen ballisade friendzone moneky lips and peanutsno thoughtgive me no thoughtgive me no thought give me no thoughtparadox lethargy consciousness departed conflagration deterioration lemniscate infinity hedonic mathematics hedonistic cables monkey chains spheres parachute arachnophobe. backflipping doors dry erase markers diophantus, felix, sun, caesar, weaklings, stagnation. permanent happiness without one moment of pain. sudden enlightenment. giant hands. very large hands, chimpanzee hands. monkey lips. arm hair. immortality chairs senator buckets. lifetime purview nascent illumination man in the street. the common man in the street. science, art, mathematics. diophantine equations. fifty diophantine equations. lily pads, repetition, glasses, hats. glasses, hats, rings, glasses, hats. rings, necklaces, anklets, nail polish. gold, platinum, diamond. kissing, jumping, bending, twisting. lifting fingers. diamonds, money, love. love is just a four letter word.
>>24119993I love you. I'd never tell you this, but in our short time toghether I think I've fallen in love. Although you're my shortest lived relationship, you were also my favorite, and for that reason I'll miss you for ever and ever.I don't think I'll ever be over you. You're beautfiul --- on the surface and on the inside. Maybe you would have betrayed me if we were together longer, but I would have done anything to be with you anyway. I don't care that you've gained weight since I first saw you. I don't care that you have some kind of burping disorder. You're still amazing and holy shit I can't believe I lost you.(Sorry everyone I'm new to writing and I need to work on it a lot)
Walk down see the groups of people talking chatting loving hugging and cry. every day I just want to be them to join them to feel them. I'm alone, at the fringe, I'll never fit in, I'll never belong.
With the breeze dark at night all hanging streamers and laughing and the blurred lights streaking by. Beside to an alleyway where quiet longing trickles like cold mountain stream. Big buildings rise either side with garish neon to call the mingled mass to pulse. Slow white big birds flying cross right there in front of my eyes like vision out of dream the ancient gaze of avian eyes a great deep whale of the air gliding so swift and so silent. In a place without people soft white light a bridal veil over the eyes empty streets seen through billowing curtain breeze head-spinning gentle awayness in feverlike trance of sinking below the earth yet the concert brass blare of siren horn from raucous smooth black sedans and laughter slips reverie from my eyes like scales of a snake's skin. I don't want anyone to care about me I say. I don't want to burden or to trouble I want all who remember to forget. Desire to escape human experience rooted in conditions of experience. Wish to be someone else. Another thing entire. To be a bird myself and swim the sky. To breathe graceful root in earthen slumber and become an oak. Shed life's skin and be a stone of the deep earth. Slip free of body and in immaterial form gaze on the heavens until time out of mind. God who breathed the world bestowed his loving hand on these most distant galaxies in the cold heavens and on the littlest blade of grass on the hillside. God who called me here below may a small one come home to your house? May I rest in a room out of the way in your mansion on a bed not so large?
Living in my stream of consciousness is like driving a 2000s Ford. I wish it were a Rolls Royce, but an old one. It was different then. Different from vanity. A tribute to beauty. How amazing that my car can look a little bit like nature!
