ImpressionsYou wasted a lot of hours wondering, didn't you? Breaking the very pointless into the extremely pointless, and degrading the extremely to the impossibly. But I can assure you, that no matter how pointless those thoughts are, the action itself holds meaning. To reduce everything in this world to rubble is to understand the universe at a primal level.
At first, I feel inclined to regret it. To advise you not to do it. Yet, I know such a request would be superfluous and even counter-intuitive. After all, I know you like I know myself. I know that such a warning would not deter you, but riddle you with curiosity until making you shatter in one prolonged episode of moral depravity.
So I won't tell you to stop. In fact, I will tell you the opposite. Do it. Do it as quick as you can. As much as you can. As healthy as you can. The sooner you discover the truth that I wish I could have never known, the sooner you can get past it. The sooner you can accept it. Your life doesn't have to be
VoicesYou're one of the most fascinating people I know.
Really. It's true!
But that doesn't make you good. It doesn't make you right, either Maybe I'm not the person to make that call, since I don't really know what either of those things are; however, I'm confident they are not you.
You live a very ironic existence, don't you? Purposeless and apathetic. Only finding motivation in the petty and the depressing. And you wonder why you hate life. You've never lived a day of it. You watch other people live it, and you wish you had what they have But you can't. You can't ever be like them, can you?
See! That's why you're so interesting! Anybody different is met with curiosity. Anything that breaks the norm is a learning experience.
But some people are different and typical at the same time. They have these unique quirks about them that make them seem interesting on the first glance; but it is only upon close examination does one realize how typical they really are.
I have trouble with
Sewer ManIt felt instantaneous. As if I had gone to sleep normal, and woke up deranged. As if in a single moment, I had become what I am. I don't deny it, either my being deranged, that is. Any man, and I use the term "man" loosely, is deranged if they stray too far from the social focal point; and by God have I done that much!
It started as a fascination, grew to be an active interest, and eventually became what I recognize to be an obsession. I even remember the day that I completely regarded myself as obsessed or rather, deranged. I remember my insanity became so consuming that I submitted my humanity to it. Yes, that is why I use the term "man" loosely, because I often question if I am one.
To me, a "man" is one who thrives in social environments. There are odd balls, but even those who are troubled are still "man." However, sometimes you get these exceptions. You get these transgenders. These people who may or may not have social skills, just as a male in a female's body may
Note to SelfYou. Yes, you. This note has been written specifically to you and its contents are of the utmost importance.
Why should you trust me?
I am you from the future.
If you tell anyone this note exists, they either won't believe you or they won't understand the significance. The words will mean nothing to the stubborn and will be impossibly dilute to the gullible. You are alone in this.
I have written this to warn you.
In exactly thirteen minutes, you will die. You need to evacuate your home as quickly as possible. Once again, if you don't, you will die.
I don't have the time to explain the complex series of events that have led up to this moment, just realize that this is a matter of life and death for us both. Do not throw our life away. Please, get out immediately.
If you don't want to leave, AT LEAST turn on all the lights you can find. Then there is a chance it won't find you. A slim chance.
Before I end this message, I must stress what I said earlier: I am you from the future. I
SometimesI wish I could understand myself better.
I want to know what to do.
There is this constant feeling of lethargy crawling on my skin. There is this sudden and fleeting turmoil in my body. And no matter what I try, it never goes away.
Sometimes I'm depressed, other times not. Well, I'm always a little depressed, because that is just how it is. Depression seems to go hand in hand with confusion; at least, it does when you're confused about yourself. How could it not? We are the most important things in this universe.
The universe is seen through us, by us. By not understanding myself, by feeling this chaotic, lethargic, confusion, I'm not understanding the universe which is the most important thing in ourselves.
I've learned a lot through introspection and comparison. I give them credit for my pseudo-intellectualism. Pseudo-intellectualism being the title I dub my ability to appear far more intelligent than I actually am. Then again, I guess I could call it the same thing everybody
Milo's decision. (Part 2 - The piss head Psychic)Catch up with part one here: http://kurt-jarram.deviantart.com/art/Milo-s-decision-Part-1-Intro-470959659
“Bloody hell. That's the third of those you've had in the last hour.”
Cain waved a hand in-front of his face as Milo sparked up another cigarette, sending a cloud of hazy smoke into the space between them. “If my Mum or Dad ever catch a whiff of this then they're gonna reckon it's me smoking the sodding things!”He scooted past Milo and grabbed at the handle of his bedroom window, making sure it was as wide open as he could possibly push it. “Why can't you just go outside?”
“You said I could smoke in here.” Milo protested between drags.
“Yeah, maybe the odd one,' Cain paused to cough, “Every now and then. But you're taking the Mickey now.”
“You know it helps calm me down.” Milo retorted.
“It doesn't actually.” Cain replied, adding a matter-of-fact tone to the last word. “If anything nicot
Praise the Savior(The Jericho Project)
My friends, my followers, praise the Savior!
Praise, praise the Savior... now today, my friends, I want to talk about something very important. You see, it all started with this certain young man that we all know. He was once a member of this flock but he doesn't come here much on Sunday mornings anymore. I'm not going to name him and single him out but many of you know of whom I speak. Anyway, I spoke with this young man recently, at his mother's house, and tried to get him to get back on the righteous path, praise the Savior! And do you know what he told me? He told me, Reverend Alljoy, I am having doubts -- doubts about my faith, doubts about the Gospels, about the divinity of the Christ, about the Church and the Message of the Third Revelation... and it near broke my heart, it near rent my heart in twain to hear this intelligent young man admit to these shameful doubts. How can I convince him, I wo
And we will win! Part threeThe woman who led the army had heard the shrieks start to get very loud, about an hour after the sun had set.
She shouted in a foreign language, and the cosmic forces readied themselves for the attack.
The demons came out of the recessed earth in droves, and those whom had fought the previous evening scrambled to safety, away from the demons who were far too powerful.
All except for one, whom had grabbed a powerful staff and prepared to defend the lines.
"AERIS!!! WHAT ARE YOU DOING!!??" shouted a voice-Cloud's voice.
She took one look in Cloud's direction, before she took off into the line.
'This is my home, how can I not try my best to defend it!??' She thought to herself.
The demons were stronger than the previous evening; surely there had to be some sort of awful power source deep below.
The commander of the cosmic forces stopped the woman from advancing too far into the line. "You're the last of your kind. To lose you to them would be a travesty."
The woman cast a powerful spell t
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