you can't outrun the reaper's blade once its on the downswing, i have anticipated its backswing so many times and narrowly avoided the fatal blow that i can hear the old spirit coming for me a mile away, whiuch one day won't be enough, but for now i am getting by, i lost my dsl again, it is raining like itsw seattle, i'm sick, i am not good at correspondence, i am stressed all the time, i'm broke, depressed, suicidal, anti-social and i got a hard dick that nobody wants to touch....along with a prison record that makes me unhirable for pretty much anything above toilet cleaning technician...but, hey, i'm not in prison, i am not involved in any illegal activity,i almost got the whole divorce thing behind me and my son finally called me on his own...and i can still put all 15 slugs dead center mass in the blink of an eye....course that doesn't help against a mutated cold virus that is starting up a lil' swing through the air, i once had an apocolyptic dream about the common cold becoming deadly and reducing the worlds population by 3/4....as a natural reaction to enviromental imbalance caused by human devewlopment, dream states and reality have crosspollinated a lot for me in the last year...it makes me feel unstable...no wonder i am not getting laid, who wants to fuck a guy whose apocolyptic prophecies are coming to bear on the world? it just isn't sexy....but if the shit really hits the fan, you would want to know me, i have been preparing for an apocolyptic scenario for awhile, i have minions in place all over the world waiting for my signal...my cold medicine is causing me to reveal too much info, i have probably let way too much blow through this journal already...my lawyer would probably want more on retainer if he knew....
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razor13:
the problems mount, the breakdown continues, although for a few seconds at sunset i was given a relief, i found a bit of shelter, a lil' piece of the moment when every lover ever smiled at me in an ungarded moment, that reassuring feeling that it is not a game or a dream, that there may be some real emotion, these are only memories of moments, though, and they all lead to other moments where the emotion has changed and the moment is painful....i seek shelter from that storm of pain and regret, a break in the weather, i need a reprieve from my self induced sentence, a stay of execution....i am calling on all my will to pull myself through this day, i look to memories of good times to guide out of this dark night and into a better place....i am going to a communal hot tub to meditate and overcome this gripping feeling of doom...this is an hour of strength, all that i can call upon....til i can be here again, my friend....
sylvain:
Good Luck Bro. hope the reaper loses his grip.