
Jun 17th, 2004, 04:54 PM
This is what i left as a suicide note, it was a classy escape:
Seemingly falling into place when the scenary stares at you, you can feel the eyes, like congested heat pouring through shafts, till then misunderstand. The moon before the blue, before the baking sun, desolate. Feling the strikes of persistance, like the stings of memorabilia beads, the rosary screams but no one hears, there's no sweet touch, only walls. Positioned opposite of eachother, ascendant saturn, with eternal rings of afar, ofo unpredictability. Once you've arrived in the present you see eternity is but dark breaks between the icy rocks, merely shaped eliptical for a dining cart anournment. The spots before my eyes, they told me a secret of wandering stars, collapsing into themselves to serve as a reminder that time has been a facade. Social mannerisms, peace and flavor, time is spent at undiscovered reality vending machines. I took a 2/3rd. wishing for three quarters. Transcending numbers in my represantation of challenge and self strife, to bring isometry within.
Society, the representation of ennui for reptiles heritage of pigs with a manner of color, and picture. Secrets hidden between pixels, a relaxing eye can find only their shadows.
Lost within itself, swollen. Few dream of reality, a coincidental misfortune of spiritual length, all dream of identity and the crisis of finding the parcel packed self.
Half of half of half of half, the chances become nearly despotiic of failure, a gardening campaign, dividing the self, to cover the planes.
Take in mind i wrote that while i was overdosing.. i might edit it a bit.
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