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We walk amongst you, feeding, raping, must we hide from everyone?
 
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I leave this place as evidence of my disgust in myself for abandonding such a wonderful thing.
 
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Have yourself a very pimpin Christmas

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Breathing is good for you...

My new home is almost ready.

In fact, I’m debating moving over there now.

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“Is there anybody out there that wakes up with a bitter taste?”

No Bites - Delicious?
 
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I don’t love you anymore and the future makes me hate you.

Dear Blog

 

I wonder how it must feel to have lost absolutely everything.

To sit in silence knowing that in a matter of minutes, everything that makes up your life will end, but that you will continue.

I wonder, if maybe when you feel this, you don’t simply stop and lie there in the dirt, never speaking, never eating, never drinking, barely breathing, just dreaming constantly of what you’ve lost until you finally just end.

I wonder if God doesn’t exist, then neither does the Devil, nor then does Heaven, Hell or even my favoured destination, Purgatory exist. If these do not exist, then surely this pain must be the only true Hell humans can ever experience.

If it is so, then what is the opposite?

Is there some circumstance by which a human can feel absolute and total ecstasy and know that life really just cannot get any better, because this is the best it was ever designed to be?

If this is so, then pain must have a limit.

If pain is limited, then why do we not reach this limit more often? Is it just so far out of our reach that few of out number will ever reach it no matter how many millennia we exist as a species?

I don’t think this is possible. Pain cannot have a limit because everyone experiences pain to different degrees, one mans limit could be another mans stubbed toe.

Thus, happiness and ecstasy also must be limitless.

But I’m going off on a tangent.

My original thought was what it must feel like to lose everything.

I wonder how I would feel if my friends, my family, everything I owned, everyone I ever loved, everything I ever knew. If it should suddenly to disappear, what would I do?

 

I wonder why people are capable of such evil.

 

I wonder if you listen to the sound of another human being breathing for a long enough time, will you stop breathing yourself altogether? Will the sound of their life drown out any awareness you have of your own existence?

 

I wonder if I would have the strength to endure eternity…

 

Oh tragedy how you pull at the very strings of my heart.

“Just throw the thought of us away; you’ll be alone this holiday… You’ll be alone this holiday…”

 
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