The Lord Hath Mercy

29th January 2012

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He wanted her bad. Everyone gets what they want, but not him this time. He slit himself open and sent her a vial of the blood, she drank it and laughed. Never responded.

27th January 2012

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Imagine soaking in bath water ran cold 3 days ago, razor in hand mind on the brink.
Imagine losing everything you had, your inheritance, your families respect  your friends and your coke, but never having the balls to do it. Imagine dying 1000 deaths of 1000 saints in your mind. Imagine you are the only one of your species on the planet and you learned/were forced to adapt to the ways of a species you don’t even know how to begin to understand, but you act “normal” anyway. Imagine you wanted better things for your life, but were never able to obtain them because we believed you weren’t good enough. Imagine you believed the lie of a happy life and a happy wife on sappy piece of land someplace else. Imagine you had a child you didn’t want because you were too stupid or something to get an abortion, raising the child on an iPhone and cartoon lying versions of what My Saviour stands for.  Imagine wanting to die multiple times a day. Imagine your conscious is full of demonic thoughts ranging in intention and intensity. Imagine that you aren’t the only one with depth out there.

27th January 2012

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The only way to get out alive is to get in good with the other ones who are dead. We don’t need each other, we don’t have to exchange automatic stories of weather. We only need to know eachother by the marks. The hollow fucked eyes, the hard stances, the mean mugs used to keep other ones away. We know that we know and when your self pity and post hatethought self degredation is over.. when the lies are no longer an issue and you can say bye bye to this world that breeds contempt for survivors like us, for machines fueled by rage, choked up stuttering can’t act normal speech and lonely nights, For us who are not victims anymore.  We get out alive  everytime.