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Eh, wot? Seriously, is this true or is it bullshit, because no offence if it is true, a lot of spammers on here write stuff that sound like that.

Sounds like you delt through a lot, but you know the saying, what does not kill me can only make me stronger. And I'm not familiar with experiments to transmutate human into animals, and I don't see the reason why

Delete that comment. :3

I used to write stuff like this when I was around your age. Of scourge I had an entirely different set of problems. But when you discover that not only are you not a perfect human being, but compared to most other human beings your beyond flawed, you wonder what use you are to society.

Of course I'd find my self wondering more about what the purpose of society was than were I would fit in it. Sure, I didn't blame them for my failings, my disorders... but I knew that their systems were destined to eventually fail, but that didn't concern me. It wont happen soon... but when it does happen, hundred years from now? five hundred years? a thousand years? ...whenever. When it happens will they see it coming or will it all go down in a fiery instant.

Thats some serious stuff..

I am completely aware of you.
Now let's play some POKER.

u sound depressed. r u ok? dot worry bout life it sucks ino but it will get better well thats wat i keep tellin myself. so ru ok?

im going to rape you

Life's a bitch and then you die, and yeah there are all kinds of experiments to turn humans into animals. They're trying to turn you into a sheep so you can be led by a goat, learning to say 'baa' like 'yes sir, no sir, oh of course sir'.

I'm not a sheep to be led by a goat, and I'm not going to play by your rules.

Just remember, if you die you'll never have the opportunity to do them harm. I do a lot of the same, I won't work, I won't support their system and I'm tired of being hounded by bigots with a sense of 'morality'... 'I want to help you, let me help you, you need help' like they seriously believe that if they say it enough times I'll believe I need help, ode to the arrogance. Humanity changed me into what I am and now humanity wants to change me back? Oh but you were so sure about changing me the first time sunshine why would you ever want to change me back? Oh really I want to destroy your entire species? Well i wonder why charlie!

Take comfort in oblivion, because that's what most likely awaits after death and while it may sound bad to have nothing remember you would be nothing, there would be no pain, or boredom, or anger, or sorrow and no one else to bother you.
Solace in solitude.

You can only fix something that's damaged, I am broken.

im confuse
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You have promise my friend, your thoughts appear to be sporadic, we seem to have some similarities.

How does a man travel to the shop without avoiding the chemtrails? We will have to invent some kind of monorail that takes us there. The New World Order are crazy, but they live in the shadows, there is no need for them to play their trump cards so openly at this preliminary stage.

Do not take pills as a means of suicide, trust me, its very misinformed. Overdosing will actually cause your internal organs to shut down slowly one-by-one and you will die a more agonising death than you think.

I wish you all the best in your quest. Sometimes it is better to keep eeking on through life despite the struggle and wait for that opportunity of happiness.

It depends on the pills but he is right in a sense, certain pills will mess up your nervous system so much you wouldn't feel your organs shutdown but more than likely it would be very painful.

Best way is to nick your artery between your radial and ulna (along your forearm) or your femural artery (inner thy). Don't slit your wrist the way you see in movies, that wont kill you, at best you'd fall unconscious and wake up in hospital, in bed or wherever you passed out.
To kill yourself by slitting your wrist you cut (and you don't have to cut very deep either) starting from the middle of your wrist heading up your arm between the two bones of your arm (radial and ulna) rupturing the arteriole going to your hand.

I'm just saying this because if you cut across your wrist you'll either just look stupid or like you want attention and not like you've tried to kill yourself, although if you're trying to kill yourself you probably don't and wont care.

If you want to die you're better off going out in a blaze of glory, blow up a building or just blow up yourself in a spectacular fashion, sure it might be illegal but hey, what are going to do? You'll be dead! ...and hopefully so will they.

You're not human, but remember, there are better things then humans. You're better than humanity, don't try to be like them and don't let them change you into them.

So many wonderful words I haven't heard in years, toil and obscurity... so many words we forget.

I'll remember them now, cheers. You've made an old man happy.

Those dropping the bombs in the name of God are in a different brain, a different perspective, a different country, a different reality to yours or mine.

Imagine, you are sitting in your house right now, you hear gunfire, you walk to the front door, there are armed forces and tanks rolling up your street, they are coming to kill you and everybody on the street. What do you do? Do you stand up and fight for your life? Or do you just let the army kill you?

Those killing in the name of God, are the unfortunate subjects of brainwashing, by family, by those around them, by circumstances. They have never been allowed our comforts, our refuge, the patience of thought and reasoning and logic, these people are nothing more than victims of the grinder.

The grinder consists of a group of people who are determined to destabilise the world. These people want nothing more than control. Power is not a means, it is an end.

'Life should not be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving in an attractive well preserved body; rather to skid in sideways, body thoroughly worn out, covered in scars and screaming "yahoo! What a ride!" - Bear Grylls

"We're not quite here, but we're not quite dead" -Anthony

Sometimes I really do wish I had nothing to live for, it would make things easy. Sometimes I wish I could just hate people for whatever reason, it would make things so simple.
There are times when the alcohol doesn't work and the aspirin doesn't stop the pain and nothing makes the memories go away... but still, you gotta laugh.

Why use someone else's words of wisdom? use your own.

It's fine with me, it's still funny to watch everyone running from death though.

It'd be fun to be undead, I'd enjoy it... feeling free.

I guess that's why the undead always kill people.

Does it work?

The first man who saw an elephant said it wasn't real, people say magic isn't real, that Santa Clause and the Easter Bunny are real and that God and Jesus are real... Do you really believe humans?

No you need to give all of humanity cancer for the lulz... the decent lulz anyway.

I don't like humans.

I am suffering, but I can somehow keep on living, waiting for those small pleasures, counting the years, trying to predict how it will all end. I miss the past, I get nostalgic. I keep getting a strange sense inside my body, its a feeling as though I am fastening my seatbelt or packing up my final suitcase, as though I am either preparing for my end already, or the world's end. I sense we are in the midst of a final depression before something terrible happens, a third world war, a financial crisis, a Government instigated terrorist attack.

Of course I don't fear any of this. I've made my peace with myself, I am not afraid no more of what lies ahead, whatever will be will be. I will drink myself into an oblivion of ignorance and laugh about everything.

On Death:

People tend to worry during the last seconds, but its only the same kind of instinctive fear as say, having a needle injection or being on a rollercoaster ride. People should not fear death, because it happens unexpectedly, even if we experience the final pain of death, we still don't know its going to kill us, we are just concentrated on the pain for that split second. Once that split second has passed, its over, we no longer have to fear death and you get to enter a blank world and have a deserved sleep. No more getting up for work in the morning.

There is a difference between fear and being scared, when something huge comes around the corner and surprises you that's being scared and it's a good thing. A scare makes you react quickly and avoid something bad, fear is something I don't feel and can't remember so i can't really comment much on it.
I fear nothing, what's the worst that could happen? I die? I get tortured for fifty years then die? Big deal.

I guess I just made peace with mortality earlier then most people.

nice pic.

I stopped reading after I noticed you couldn't have an erection.

Please slap me with a fish if this was solved later, then I'll probably rape you furiously.

Hello, nice day isn't it? We're off to a good start.

Are we being philosiphers?

Surprisingly I excel at it. No matter how meme-infested I am.

It's not the jumping off the cliff that worries me... it's the sudden stop at the end.

zomfg, hey :]

The answer to your riddle is 1.

........emo!

*sigh*

One of my blogs about jumping off a cliff:

On the cliff edge I stood, goosebumps running through my bloodstream. I peered downwards. Time and Space seperated me from my destiny. This was roughly a 200 foot drop, I was up here for a reason, which is why I wasn't scared to sit on the edge of the cliff face with my legs danging off the end.

I let thoughts enter into my head, physical manifestations, they did a hell of a job hotwiring my brain because I couldn't think properly. I was as confused as those people who have to name a list of items and then add one and then the other person has to recite the list and add one, until the list gets bigger and you can't remember what's on the list at all. My head contained this list. The list was so damn big, I could not think straight. Is that it?

Are you going to show these other people why you're here? Why you were put on this green and blue ball? You weren't born for nothing Mr Nietzlawe! You're here now and they are not! You're here! Do something with your Time and Space. The Time and Space that you have been allotted.

In the overall window of time, your portion of space is from Point A to Point B. Point A represents the year 1983, Point B represents the conclusion of your allotted Time and Space. This is a window of opportunity which has been granted to You Mr Nietzlawe! What are you going to do with your Time and Space? It is Yours, and You have the power to change things, to choose things. Once that window of opportunity closes, its back to the Ashes to Ashes for You my son! You had better start putting some markers down Mr Nietzlawe! You have a chance to leave scars on the Earth, these will symbolise your proof of existance. The Earth needs your marks.

I jumped off the cliff anyway.

I fell and fell, all the way down, my life flashing before my eyes, the regrets, the promises, the opportunities. I regretted my actions, I didn't want to die, it had taken plunging through the air to realise that I didn't want to be Ashes to Ashes five or ten seconds from now. I wanted to breathe, to feel the cool breeze of existance, the sweet sound of music, the visual treats all around me. I screamed with all my energy and might:

"I TAKE IT BACK!!! I CHANGE MY MIND!!! I DON'T WANT TO DIE!!!"

I was maybe two seconds from hitting the jagged rocks below. Two seconds away from death, when a strange thing happened......

Planet Earth tilted ninety degrees. I hit the floor like I had fallen onto a soft cushion. The velocity switch up was weird, but it saved my life and it didn't hurt.

I stood up and shook the dust off my clothes and spoke: -

"I am here and they are not."

Que pasa, chico?

Alright. Dootdoot. Being home on a Saturday night sucks.

Need... more... vodka...

Got MSN? :D

A bit. :'(

...Sip? ...Gulp? What are you like 30 kilos? You take the vodka, tip your head back, put the bottle in your mouth and drain the contents.
This is best accompanied with 600 to 2400mg of aspirin, for that genuine 'not sure weather you'll actually wake up' experience.

I did drink a full bottle of vodka once and felt very sick, very very sick, that kind of feeling of nausea and dizziness and you just want it to end. I'm extremely careful about how much alcohol I drink these days, I don't like turning green and puking up in my room.

Most vodka a drinkis about half a bottle in about two hours, then with some aspirin I pass out, wake up about four hours later and drink some more vodka.

That feeling after you've had a few beers, its like a gentle pins and needles feeling in your face, like a gentle pressure. That is the feeling of drunkness. As well as that physical tingle of pressure in your cheekbones and head, it also frees you mentally, you do things without thinking twice, you are in a comfortable relaxing world where you don't worry about the same things.

But drinking too much and taking aspirins and passing out, I don't know if I would derive a sense of enjoyment from doing that. If I was depressed to the extreme, maybe I would find it fantastic and love each and every second of escapism.

For now, the cycle continues and I live for the small pleasures which come around every so often. Even people with all the money and success in the world can be insatiable, even the guy with the sexiest looking girl can be insatiable and unsatisfied, but that's us as human beings, insatiable, always looking for the next big thing, the next high.

Depression can make enjoyable things seem boring. I don't think anyone ever gets bored of eating, drinking and cumming though.

It might be that they know everything is pre-destined, which is why they look before crossing the road. They might think they are pre-destined to die. So they try to change their fate by being extra careful.

Or because if they look for traffic and don't get hit that day they weren't destined to die... unless the car stops and reverses over you while you cross.
Thinking everything's pre-determined doesn't mean you become an idiot and walk out in front of a bus.

Exactly, that's what I'm saying. Walk out in front of a bus and it really will be pancake day. The irony would be fantastic. Bigger irony would be if it was one of those buses which turns up late, or it turns up early and kills ya.

I'm developing a fear of buses.

The ultimate fate is to die...

If your life is going great and you have everything to live for, you enjoy and appreciate the things you have and everyone around you, you would hate to have to die at some point wouldn't you?

But if your life is shit, you don't really lose anything by dying.

Life is just like taking a vacation away from nothingness to experience somethingness for a while. I mean why have nothingness forever? We may as well live, breathe, see, eat and do some things just for the sheer activeness of it.

I hate The Sun newspaper. It reports bullshit daily.

Invest in sex freaks? I got vouchers for $80 instead of $120...

...but it's still cheaper if you invest in shares.

"We should all learn to invest with our hearts and our minds... and in that way... doesn't everybody win!"

"Shit! Wait a minute! No we don't win!"

tubeworm... hmm, that would really suck since they may never actually die. The life of a tubeworm would be thousands maybe even millions of years... of what? What do tubeworms even do? Feed off vents, sway back and forth lazily in the freezing currents of the darkest parts of the ocean?

Knowledge is power. I recommend researching every theme and facet that you can, just to increase your knowledge, you can be amazed how often that an appliance to seemingly-irrelevant information becomes useful in an everyday situation.

If you're poor and uneducated, it is easy to be fooled and have the wool pulled over your eyes. It is like playing the board game Monopoly and not seeing that someone has landed on your hotel infested square, and by the time you roll the dice, you notice the motherfuckers are on your square... But by then, its just too late, you can't make them cough up the cash. And they laugh in your face. Laugh so hard that they can't breathe and then that one mistake costs you the game!

You're writting is psycotic, and, a part of me is conscerned if it's true. and if it is? Well; hey. I'm a bit crazy my self, who am I to judge.

That a side, it's brillently written. like you have no idea how talented you must be. it's oddly coherrent and clear, in a distorted kind of way.
and I enjoyed reading it.

Good luck.

At feeding time
She pushed food through the door
And I crawl towards the crack of light
Sometimes I can't find my way
Newspapers spread around
Soaking all that they can
A cleaning is due again
A good hosing down

The lady whom I feel maternal love for
Cannot look me in the eyes
But I see hers and they are blue
And they cock and twist and masturbate!

Kenny was a kid who very few people liked. Kenny was always talking shit and often got his ass kick. but he would still talk afterwards even after getting his ass kicked again. by the time Kenny went to highschool he was being bullied even outside of school he wasn't like. Kenny had many thoughts of revenge and dave bought a gun. slowly each day he cracked a little more than before

One day Kenny was made a fool of in front of his entire class. they laughed at him posted videos on youtube and he was never able to forget about it. He finally went nuts and was determined to make those bastards pay. the next day he brought his gun to school. he stopped in the hall and pulled it out. everybody screamed as Kenny yelled it's your turn asshole. he pulled the trigger repetly as people screamed some ran others fell while they tried to run. Kenny laughed as he pull the trigger and people became histerical. They thought of thier families and friends and people they would never see again. Kenny pulled the trigger even more laughing maniacally at the shocked faces of the people he hated. He pulled the trigger repeatedly and nothing came out the dumbfuck forgot to bring his bullets and was brutally beaten to death.

dumbest kid who ever lived.

I have had the same girlfriend for the past few years. we have always gotten a long quite well and I am very happy with her. recently I suspected that she had been cheating on me and my suspension were confirmed when I came home from work early and found another car in my driveway. I could hear her moaning from my driveway and I instantly went insane with feeling of betrayal and anger.

I was going to make that bitch that filthy slut pay for hurting me so I went to my shed and got my bat. When I went up to the room I found out it was actually another woman. I was lost for words and my anger dissipated in my veins leaving an almost could feeling in my blood. I had no idea what to do or how to feel about it so I left the house and waited a week before speaking with her again. We got back together and were very happy and then one day I ran into her lover at the mall. She shook my hand and told me her name was Susan. Susan then kissed me in front of my girlfriend. I was pretty shocked and then she invited me to a party and told me I had better come. My girlfriend didn't mind at all but a guy at the mall was very grossed out by what he had seen. It was none of his business anyway so I told him to get some with a smile on my face.

That night was the best night of my life and very few people are fortunate as me. I knew that my life would be great from now on. I was the happiest I had ever been and then I woke up and realized I never had a girlfriend in the first place. Best dream ever!!

postal is still postal dont be dumb

YOUR A SUMO N****R!

Meow?

Its been a long time since I posted here, this specific blog is legendary, I am proud to be a part of it.

Wow, I would have thought you wouldn't put this stuff on this account.

How's it going with that reptile breeding programme ?