Stupid
Regretfulbut my heart is stupid.
Also, insomnia sucks.
PrayersIs God’s will suppose to burn the way I burn? Like a torch without an end in sight scorching away at my will to fightPrayers
Dear Father,
Why have you forsaken me? How now, can I hope to excel when I dwell in a hell- I know all too well and never will you listen to me
Dear God,
This must be a case of mistaken identity because all the days I rot I handed over to your Trinity like a sacrifice I just couldn't afford and now I’m plain bored of seeking you Lord
On wounded knees I pry-away senseless pride from selfish hands,
clinging to expired dreams, I try and do your will
Agony In LoveLong lost love recently returned, feelings forgotten but memories remain. The honest heart hears the lies it tells itself, but the brain just can't bring itself to care.Agony In Love
Lies lead you to another lover's arms, and your heart's hope leads you to heaven's hell. Tattered trust leads you to tribulation, Agony in love is all that remains.
You are just a dead girl, reaching for a twice damned dream.
Not a Poem"'Stay away', you had said to her".Not a Poem
"What kind of man tells the woman he loves to stay away?" asked the judge.
"I don't have to answer these questions anymore," replied Mr. Man Manningly. ' "I've already moved over from 2% milk to goddam 'Silk' with my banana nut crunch.
Your questions are moot!"
"Replacing bovine lactations with soy product is not an excuse for the sheer
example of abandonment that you have engendered," replied the judge.
"Well, then, in this modern world of 'trials and tribulations', the best possible
response to a situation wherein one party fee
Quitting Smoking Delusionsi discard.Quitting Smoking Delusions
i reject.
i need no attachment.
i believe there are people after me. they would like to witness my execution.
why don't my lighter fingers, when i snap them bring a friend?
i used to be able to create friends with the snap of my fingers, goddamn you!
now, nothing happens. in the dust of my kinetics no comforting hand remains.
yet, i discard. i reject. i quit.
SAIPASA Injustice Protection Agency Incident ReportSAIPA
Reporting Officer:Deela Incidence Date:January 14, '42… FRIDAY EVENING. A.K.A My first evening off in months. An evening I should not be forced to write an incident report.
Good grief. This was -supposed- to be an easy run. I mean we finally found the delusion-creating bugger. All we had to do was go down the sewer and kill it! Leave it to Josiah to complicate a simple track and kill mission. That's the last time I accompany his glowing arse down into a sewer. I mean honestly, I shouldn't even be having to write an incident report on this one!
SAIPA - Josiah 1 SAIPA Officer Journal Date:January 14, '42 22:30SAIPA - Josiah 1
Sir, may I begin this journal entry by stating that I can hear Deela grumbling under her breath again. It seems she is still upset by the fact that you make her write incident reports whilst I do not. It was my belief that you'd already explained to her that my constant use of an officer's journal makes incident and other related reports unessicary? With no disrespect meant against our fellow officers sir, sometimes I get the feeling that people like to annoy Deela for some sort of sport. I personally witnesse
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