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| Name | Time Changed |
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| aether | 2023-07-17 01:59:20 |
| Stanley Hunter | 2023-07-13 22:44:18 |
| aether | 2023-03-22 11:19:41 |
| i love death! and other fortunes | 2023-03-22 06:20:34 |
| aether | 2023-03-22 04:03:16 |
| aether wants to disappear | 2023-03-21 19:52:32 |
| aether | 2023-01-17 23:27:28 |
| crazy holy man (rampage) | 2023-01-17 19:48:08 |
| .- | 2023-01-17 18:01:37 |
| i don't know why i run away | 2023-01-16 17:57:02 |
| aether | 2023-01-15 18:48:56 |
| aether, hissvexed | 2023-01-12 05:24:46 |
| aether | 2023-01-08 19:16:42 |
| Aether | 2023-01-08 10:00:48 |
| aetheric hissvexed chimeric pain | 2023-01-07 21:33:11 |
| aether | 2023-01-03 20:28:48 |
| hid within | 2023-01-03 20:16:54 |
| for i bring death | 2023-01-03 20:07:03 |
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| https://steamcommunity.com/id/portending/ | 2023-01-06 13:24:03 |
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| Public | 2023-07-13 14:25:11 |
| Friends-Only | 2023-05-18 19:36:19 |
| Private | 2023-05-18 17:10:14 |
| Public | 2023-03-19 18:17:29 |
| Friends-Only | 2023-01-06 13:24:03 |
| Commenter | Message | Timestamp |
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| aether | just myself here | 2023-12-28 15:08:41 |
| aether | it's all emptyi'll go back to the old thingthe only thing that matterswhat only resonates with the truththe dross suffocates and i cannot stomach the liesthe pain needs to go awaythe pain needs to heal and endthis reality of liesthis reality of liesthis reality of liesthis reality of liesand my fear.. of the strange truthand my painwelling up inside. | 2023-12-21 19:23:47 |
| aether | thought there was somethingit's gonedwell in the powerit'll never dissipatewatch my face in the mirrorinaccuratewhat to do in the world of liesthe curtain calls for me obscenehatred and stuck, amokstaring and licking at the screengive me something return me somethingdrowndaily practicegoes nowhere really fastthe ecstasy never lastsi'm angry and bereft and forgotten and undeterminatei need it all inside of me | 2023-12-18 10:06:24 |
| aether | a world of no valueempty empty empty emptyteach me how to attain pleasurebut it's empty empty empty empty emptya mad god lost in a false worldgive me the truthit's nothing, nothing... nothing..i stopped listening to everyone. the world ground to a halt.i stare at myself, i stare at the walls...free me from this place. | 2023-12-10 18:36:05 |
| aether | drown in my pity and my sorrow | 2023-12-10 14:49:18 |
| aether | the wraith ghost passes bythe meaningless caves in from high heaveni want the love just out of reachthe difficulties of reality preventingtime allotted toward a specific end, seemingly goes nowhereall those years spent in school, for a collapsefor a collapse.the emptiness of reality, bearing its great big fangsi hide myself awayi hide myself awaythe pain ends for a little whilesquare for square, wiled away by my intellect? or just the emptiness itself.i'm tired of staring at nothing, i'm tired of staring at nothing.bask in the love of the glory of what we know as godall the pain and achebut i just want to be deadbut i just want to be deadhailing heaven | 2023-12-09 20:51:25 |
| aether | at the end of the daymy heart is the only thing that matters | 2023-12-09 13:59:22 |
| aether | everything has lost its waythe voice doesn't speakthe art doesn't resonatethe walls confinethe pleasure doesn't comethat's all that's necessary, isn't it?some pleasurebut it evaporates, an illusion | 2023-12-09 12:43:30 |
| aether | pain and sadnesswhat's it all got to do with each otherwatch my life fly aparta dreamspecify and findwatch my life fly aparta dream with loose connectionshard solderedlet me goso i can embrace the wondercrashing and toppling over mei want outenergetically stored is my lifewanting out | 2023-12-09 12:18:38 |
| aether | depression reeksall the smellsrising up, spiralingi see a dreammy eyes are blindget me out of hereincise marks in the wallget me out of herethe dream never changesi'll get out if i wish hard enough, ...yet it never seems to move... | 2023-12-03 07:58:12 |
| aether | i am the magic | 2023-12-01 22:55:53 |
| aether | eyes cast sideside to sidehypnotizing swaywhat'll there be todayi want to have every frayenter me todaythe angelic callsof none-such and nonsensetempester me at nightbut honestly better than a useless frightcan't do what i want to doso i do what i don'twish i had the energybut it's all being spent on nothingwish i had the energybut it's all being spent on nothing. | 2023-12-01 07:30:53 |
| aether | all the pretty little dots make picturesall the unknown obscure filaments make the soundcoming toward me is heavenor i'll drown and try again.failure is a thing of mindi want freedom from the pain, to exist in blissevery day i wake up here againthe wind shakes mei want outit's all mine | 2023-11-26 04:56:43 |
| aether | covetous creaturewrenching you awayeyes at the portalit keeps bringing the foodi want it allbut more than thisneverending twistingi want it allit's all mineneverending twistingyou belong to memy hate dissipatesthe floodgates must openreality changesit'd all be good finallywhat an exhausting wait. | 2023-11-25 11:40:24 |
| aether | the mystery grows but it's gone. | 2023-11-25 11:07:05 |
| aether | chasing the carrot | 2023-11-25 08:58:27 |
| aether | passing images of nothinglonging for real emotions with people who i can actually feel real withattached to a screen and stuck behind an economy that i dont want to participate inpraying to keep the bad thoughts awaykeeping the angels close so i don't have a bad dream.it hurts | 2023-11-14 21:18:19 |
| aether | my soul says hatred | 2023-06-21 19:17:05 |
| aether | better look at what's behind the fear | 2023-06-12 23:41:44 |
| aether | pain unending painwords repeated somewhere elsenever ends the sameepitaph epigraph seismic waveread of the situation perturbationi'm more than the sumhatred and painwords repeated for the sake of selfno escape in this routedivision and seclusionreading words off the pageexclusion and derisiondown in the stewi will be what i aminevitably becoming what is and destined, fated to bei will be what is more than the sumthe happiness grantedi will be more than i amhiding in plain sight, the becoming of an infinite zeniththe crowning of a kingacceleration and hatred tearing away to mend all the pain insidei want out but i have to fight instead | 2023-06-07 19:27:19 |
| aether | water in the desert | 2023-06-04 18:00:46 |
| aether | struggle | 2023-06-02 11:42:19 |
| aether | mycellium which spreadalways with its goal in mindrestore its selfrepentancerestore its selfas it were, licking the furrestoring its selfevery wounddown in horrormycellium which spreadgripping unto the suitable structuresa pain ache descend on mea life where delusion has covered my sighta pain acheconstant myopianectar and gracevine ascending upwardstuck in narrowresolution lowgoals of madnessno pointtwisting up the laddergrippingand sightlessa pain and an acheeating iteating it | 2023-05-30 23:17:26 |
| aether | It Always Feels Like Less | 2023-05-29 23:35:59 |
| aether | the everrising fallingthe tormentcage over my headlet me out let me gocreature of my designhatred for him and her, part and parcel with illeverflowing maligned feigned disruptive attitudegot to get out of this prison i've held myself in.got to get out of this semblance of humanitytear out of my ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥dom belongs to i, who is willing to let go false bindsgot to get out... | 2023-05-28 07:22:48 |
| aether | words disappear, become unlistedstraight out of my headvanished foreverlike it was never really here.love you, but then i watch it fadewords disappear, right out of my head.the sadness replaced, by empty fateoh i love you, but then i watch it fadeall the hate, a targeted tree planted in the voidyou're just a dolland i'm nothing at allscreaming at first, watch myself winceall disappears but i'm still here.crazy to acknowledge, to acceptthat we're just soulless faces in nothingness.sheer gold can't buy my way out.and all the crying on your shoulder, will never fix it.acceptance is the key and the key is emptiness itself. | 2023-05-11 23:01:44 |
| aether | it's darkest before the dawn? | 2023-04-26 20:00:13 |
| aether | pile of nothing but stones and even that diminishing | 2023-03-30 05:34:47 |
| aether | in my own wayso spake the gods | 2023-03-29 19:53:56 |
| aether | no one will ever understand baka shinji | 2023-03-24 16:52:00 |
| i love death! and other fortunes | and i would set it freeset my Self free, my real self, my true selfbecause of all the painbecause of all the terror and miseryi would set it all free, and we would truly understand each otherand the flags would unfurl their truthand the misery would endand my heart, which bleed a black of nothingnessend its nightmareend its miseryand my heart, which desire to see somethingfinally open its eyes. | 2023-03-22 06:24:28 |
| i love death! and other fortunes | well i'm just some swirl of a mechanical thingwell if you think i'm something you might just be rightwouldn't be able to tell you what it truly isbecause deep inside, it's inaccessible past that pointthe hope for a thing, a saving grace for this allthis melodrama and the traumatic tensionif i was something inside, something inside this nameless evilwell i'd set it freewinds of empathy, cascade down from mesomething of a valueless valuewhere there is something that is worth anythingthe winds write themselvesi am free inside this burroughthis deep inside somewhere that i amand on the surface, i am nothing | 2023-03-22 06:24:27 |
| i love death! and other fortunes | sling something at the skyhope for happinessexisting inside the pig stycomfort worth at least somethingbut i'm dying inside the cocoonwhere does the evil sproutthat i am, that i becomeyou can only continue along the same path for so longuntil there's a change in scenery, such as deathi hope to disappear with my fellow manbecause there wasn't much worth in the waythe words write themselvesi am cast out, i have cast myself out, i have been cast outthere isn't any hope in a hopeless landthere isn't a fruitive value in a fruitionless realitydon't you see the barrenness; the emptiness; the liesthere isn't any hope in a land of deathdon't you see the malaise | 2023-03-22 06:14:17 |
| i love death! and other fortunes | crown of disappointmentwreathe of carelessnesstrite, overwrought, pointlessevery day. 's the same.'s the same 's the samewrite my bit, disintegrateexpress my opinion, through the thresher of another's consciousness, becomes nothing, diminished down to nihilwhere the promised land promises useyes up toward something that isn't thisno hope in this useless place...no hope for this useless ground | 2023-03-22 05:14:34 |
| aether | decision fatiguefatiguefatiguetired | 2023-03-17 18:53:49 |
| aether | broken heart, broken dreamskill myself, see another placewhat will it be, what will i havewhat will i see, what'll stop the agony.this place was never worth itthis place was never worth itnodidn't realize how much i hate ittook 30 years to see the truthpeople empty and stupidtasks useless and pointlessanswers all futile, without any real promiseempty wordsempty streetsempty pagesempty minds | 2023-03-13 19:33:48 |
| aether | the illusion of being ok | 2023-03-12 18:11:08 |
| aether | when there's no one there, i turn into a no one myself. | 2023-03-12 16:30:11 |
| aether | pain sievei just want to feel realand consider everything else- unrealbut the pain's falling down, and in a contradiction, the truth hurts either way.something in-betweennothing ever makes sense here, this realm whence i wake intoterribly in lovehappy to be dumbly pursuing that which doesn't make senseif it means something...or someone like me, something like mesomeone like me, something like mecareening downi want happiness, but it's got to be the whole kit and caboodlecareening downwhat's it really mean to be alivenot sure anymore, i've died insidepursuing that which doesn't make sense anymore to me.... | 2023-03-12 12:22:09 |
| aether | tell you that i'm fine, years and years i'm careening toward deathguess it's because i refrained to begin withshould've shown you who i was to begin withreiteration ever so clearhabitually a lie, but lies bear weightand mine is drowning in our fate.hatred, got under your nerveclarity, like post-orgasmic bliss, showed you that I'm worth nothing.cast him aside, run a tank over him, have the tracks crack his skullit's a melodramatic fleecing of vanityturned upside down, all the scheisse I've been carrying, dangling offit's another day where I'm bored to tears.every day cascadingwon't spend a moment of it in regretall the pain forcing a retchthat's the way i spend my life, maybe our hands are secretly joinedwhat you're always doingwhat you're always doingfading to black | 2023-03-11 22:15:51 |
| aether | kill the poison it's dead.i made it all up, everything's just inside my head.rotating, spinning, loving, hatingyou're inside of me, worth nothingi'm inside you, pretend that i'm somethinguselessness cascadingwhen are you going to learnwhen are you going to learnmy taunt to yoursin this dream of ours, i have no peacecan't find what's real past the breezeyou and I floatingdying, even I, seem to be the only one mopingguess it's because you enjoy the show.guess it's because it's all falling down inside my heart.dying. | 2023-03-11 22:15:49 |
| aether | there comes a great sadness.i am its maker, as i always am.always wasthe bleak fallbackfalls out of my mind... | 2023-03-10 11:10:36 |
| aether | the constant maintenance, the things going in and out, the people going in and outthe disparagement | 2023-03-10 10:45:38 |
| aether | I'd like to submit my resignation... to the great big carers of the world...Your little paltry banal trite...Oh yeah...We're all sick inside and you're the sickest.Put you on the other side, I'll draw all the lines in the sand just to increase the hate. Hate's keeping me alive.I'll draw all the lines in the sand just so you start to feel the desperation, the little air pockets running out until you feel the way I do.I'm sick inside and I hate you.I'm the sickest inside and we're two of a lovely pair.Your card and mine. Ace of spades and a lovely suite, the Heart.Dying.We're all Dying, really.We're all Dying, really.Hypnotic trance.dying to just die some more. | 2023-03-08 10:36:12 |
| aether | everything cascades in to convergence. where are we going what are we doingoh yeah, nothing. nothing. nothing. nothing. nothing. nothing.You and I, cascading down to a convergence point. Check check marker breaker mark check marker break, what's your vector? Over.cascading down to a nil valueno response, the no-response circus.the no-thought no-nothing parade.the hell that i am all insidethe hell that consumeth with all eternity's firethe fear that i'll never get outthe hell that ithe hell that itruly am.Because there's certainly nothing else here. | 2023-03-08 10:32:09 |
| aether | core vicious cycles and endless diatribes, words going down the drainlovely synonyms and a sprawling mind-dictionary bigger than an imaginary whatever.you're stuck here with me and I with youisn't it perfect. I'd exclaim, but I am flat and dead inside.you and I, circling the gravepennies in a funnel.remembrance of a life with nothing in itgotta be here for some reason, lotta good that did realizing that, tearing my hair out for the fifteenth time | 2023-03-08 10:32:07 |
| aether | seething fire gratuitous firei will pretend like i am somethingto ward away the falsitiesmy self is dying, completely honest.deranged and down and outthe black bleakness down and outmy tonal manner and language is off the markthe massive boulder, sisyphus shrugsthe massive boulder, sisyphus shruggedoh, it's all greati'm so happy, seething firegratuitous explosions, all lit upwondrous, it's a wonder i ever stared at them... in awe..behind it was the wonderthe wonder of what anything was, now it seems i have my answer.gratuitous nothingburning downthe fire that is my self, except it never goes outnever goes outUnkillable. It's unshakeable.transform form, formlesslike water. I'll just be back, back for more.neverending nihilism solipsism God totality. screaming at the ether but the ether is Me.ooooooh ahhhhhhh. Pretty lights and colors. Screaming at the vague nothing when the pleasure isn't high enough.ooooh ahhhhhh. hatred, but I'm indisposable forever. | 2023-03-08 09:14:43 |
| aether | no benefit, no gaintreading waterutilitarianism in a world of nothingrocksgravelsanddustit's all passing away, one day to the nextmirages and sunlightfadingdepression, happinesswhere does the momentum go, besides nowherebesides somewherethe learned lessonshopefully for some other place, where it actually mattersbecause here, i am no one and there is nothing. | 2023-03-08 06:20:31 |
| aether | self-recursion.no one takes me seriously because they're watching a screen with an appeal to authority.there's infinitely more important people in the world.they are the king and queen and the illustrious carpet goes over my head.where would anyone really get anythingbesides the suffering itselfhighly sensitive to it, i always wonder what life is really abouti couldn't get anything for you, so i fall awayi couldn't become anything for you, so i fallthe spiraling down the mountainthe eeriy reality, a figure descendingsome messages in my dreams...but it's empty. life, forlorn.some messages in my dreams.. but nobody is here or there. | 2023-03-07 10:27:02 |
| aether | sadness melancholy and repetitionwe climb that hilli don't think you're therebut i am... somewhat...half-truths and halvesit flows downthe majesty...where were we when it became a flowsomewhere five years ago...it fell away- how beautiful. the endless monstrosity of caring.it all needs to be spelled out, sometimes.or else you'll miss the picture.it all needs to be some thing, or you'll doubt me....but that's all you do, is doubt.rage inside of me.i'll become more.then we'll see... | 2023-03-07 09:09:01 |
| aether | red spectre | 2023-03-06 15:29:23 |
| aether | steps to win the game of life and be happy1. pretend people are there2. placate their superficial shallow water3. hate them4. a screech emanates from the sky5. the walls tear open and inside you find yourself to be truly alive all of a sudden6. everything dies and warps away, fading rapidly7. i wish | 2023-03-05 18:22:08 |
| aether | real sadness is hard to bear. | 2023-03-05 17:34:27 |
| aether | the bittersweet tragedy of otherleft to hate youthe toxic plasmosis of my soulglued to your visage, when you do not provide anything to meguess it's all just meleft here to rotself-develop.be my own.the blackness spread apartthe sky is raised far abovei would...really find something...but they say it's all the same. . .they say you'll always have this. . .sometimes i get tired of what people say. . .. . .because of the vaparous air. . .. . .because of the nothing, which they don't even emanate. . .. . .no sense of presence...sometimes i get tired of what they say. . .because they tell me 'the truth' which I don't like.and they themselvesthey themselves....... . .they themselves. . .some of the other ones. . . I don't even like.hear the gunshot ring through my mind.a pleasant dreamt of peace, my spirit rises as a dragon. . .and all what you've shown me, been with, had with...never really sure anymore. | 2023-03-04 22:04:13 |
| aether | i don't qualifylet it all drain downthe black goodown the drain it gothe blackmy head is fullmy life, erratumamong you, nothingexplanations dwindlesharp responses, softened and cut offsomewhere is myselfnever do you fully see it, otherwise we would be up to par, speedsomewhere is myself . . .the love in me, isn't it dying?wasn't it already...we spin down our lakes of despairthe sinkhole in the water, spiraling down.... | 2023-03-04 20:33:48 |
| aether | not one of you worms. | 2023-03-04 19:23:44 |
| aether | it all zooms inhimy lips are in black paintmy mood eternally somberseparate, you and ii have examined thee realmand found it left wanting.full of dreary desires, all spawled out in different directions.after having been here, i think black is my favorite colour.the negation of what shouldn't or is.beauty unending beauty we all dance and the -i'm sorry, is this sudden..?not quite happy or am i completely sad.this place is interesting for its guttural instinctual lack.if i could tone it up a bit, get a rousing...it's all flowering down, the only direction it can go. | 2023-03-04 11:28:15 |
| aether | writin' it.writin's what i do.a stranger and a place to fallme and you and it's all so tall upthe place where i bleda stranger and a caustic fire ragin' through it all.where do you get out of:this place insidewell i think i love you allmy strange message, reverberated back to me...how do you get out of the crawlspace......when so many claim to be doing the same......how do you gain eyes to see, cause a real change when all is blind and changeless......funneling to the roof, my endless mouth, it's dragging down......i will become so much more, and yet remain the same......forever spinning in beauty......everdeveloping change......lost in my name... | 2023-03-03 13:03:34 |
| aether | trust the evil that you don't. | 2023-03-03 12:16:48 |
| aether | misapprehending all the false chickens. | 2023-03-03 10:13:50 |
| aether | talk myself drya silence resumes itselfa palpable feelingyet maybe i said everything that needed, wanted to be saidyet maybe everything i said was worthwhilefalling into palpable, heartfelt silence. | 2023-03-02 20:46:23 |
| aether | Where will you go, hall of illusionthe most pained of all perhaps.or maybe that's why it's contained within ourselves, and thus we shouldn't personify this place.And thus we shouldn't personify this dreary place....hurdling down, angular momentumwhere is the pitfall to this logicthat which i can't restrict.an end to a seeming beginning | 2023-03-02 20:26:51 |
| aether | clutched to me is my heart.you, a non-thing.with me is you, someone who isn't.a spectre and a voice.an oddity and a seemingly vaparous existence.i laugh small-ly to myself.hurt insideit exudes, it's on the outside.i guess i can't deny that.where will ya go, in this hall of ache.the terror pontificates on itself, to find its target enviro.its descending destinationthe life of me decides whence it perishes, whence it dies.i am descending in angular momentum.I am hurdling down.Such lovely pain, belongs to me, I's truly.I am so happy, to finally know. That's what's on the other side.Even a basic impulse, instinctual, guttural, inside. The pleasant death. Inside I Am everything.Inside you see everyone.Inside we are together.All the lies I've entertained, becoming clear to me, perhaps obvious finally. | 2023-03-02 20:26:49 |
| aether | and still yet, surety wanes, weight seemingly always there, on the heart.on my heart.on my fragile, pained, nothing-attained heart. pointless words, aching to consumebut no one and nothing doth provideand not even that sure.because it's all going melancholily around. in an endless circle.and the pain is real, perhaps the most important thing here. | 2023-03-02 19:52:27 |
| aether | ruby red propagandadragged in net of emerald envysaphirric duldrumslit up by basic geometric atomic configurationsif it mattered,would it stillan anonymous question, for an anonymous facei am sadyet still i hold out for a real truth in this hall of seeming vapidityand i'm not asking you for it, which is perhaps my problem.no, i wait until death, whence it be quest in for me, the real reality to this alland even in life, i march to find it. step by step, plodding along.and a real empathetic sense,to all this pain dwelling somewhere near my heart.how do i find what isn'tso close to being actually herecut off just on the tip of a tongue.as it were, never to be found, producing dire dread until a surety takes over, of something more. | 2023-03-02 19:52:25 |
| aether | people try to maintainat least that's what they say they doi see them as maintaining nothingand the they that is them, running around, doing nothingi am already here.the reality you're trying to maintain, a falsitythe air you spend trying to inflate that balloonnothing is worth putting air inif it's never going to amountwhy do i care, clearly you dobut i don't see anything you care aboutit's vaporous airall cast awayflying away, ever so carefullyflitting and dodging aboutlike a careless bird falling dead on its backfinally to never be morose againthe robots are all happythe people are sanguinethe halls we adornlit up in sequinsshameless glitterguileful attractionnothing to acquire | 2023-03-02 19:44:00 |
| aether | it's just a joke(and if i really had to say, i meant this place, this life, this reality) | 2023-03-02 19:28:20 |
| aether | survivalbottom of the boat comes outthere's no one insidesomewhere, somewhere else, i have a self.somewhere, somewhere else- i have a self.the agitation, the strange voices in my mind.the images i'm chosen to maintain.it all corrupts and destroys itself.it all never would have maintained itself.latched unto me like a piranha.devouring my flesh. devouring my falsity.beautiful lacklustreeverything is dying and simultaneously aliveexcept i see it mostly as dead.my depression all alive.where art thouwhere is mepulling my self apart.the love maintains for a short while.i can always go back, but the distance is a killer.no matter how close, it's like there's no one there....somewhere, somewhere, i am someone.somewhere, and reality is some thing.illusory and broken.it's all pieces.smashed on the floor.a lame mirror analogyfor an early grave mentality.put me under and think my thoughtsmaybe you'll come to know what pain really is. | 2023-03-02 19:24:52 |
| aether | talking to the wind | 2023-03-02 18:12:32 |
| aether | if i gave you a short hand opinionit'd fall into being dustbecause what you truly areis a disorderly fooltake my words to be exactly what they never were.scrambled reality, no understandingso to peace and silence i fall | 2023-03-02 17:57:34 |
| aether | weak-willedpale deathstaring myselfdown to the treadsi run the same patternrun o' the milli run the same linelike a good old pacer testwe're all bleak and sorrowif you're even there, honestly doesn't seem it suchif i ever get a girlfriend, will she seem unreal tooderealized and depersonalizationsolipsism and godhoodlife ordered around by myselfit's all pleasant gamesuntil the eyes peel back to insanitythe jubilant nothingscreaming out at mei want to get outbut in wants out and out wants inthere's truly nothing herehow am i going to accept thatrebel to the endor maybe i'm just a zen devil. | 2023-03-02 17:55:14 |
| aether | what once was placidturns infinitely sourall their pre-programmed responsesire in my heart as deresonating as it ismy demure self, turns into a dragonwants to smite all the little men, running around thinking themselves kingthey don't call me insane, probably because it's not in their list of thoughtsi need outbut safety is apparently with otherschoking on the ideafreedom without a pricethat's what i'm going to give myselffreedom from this fake messautomatons that line up for the cuckoo clockfun, fun, fun. my demure self turned into hatred and deviliship. | 2023-03-02 16:23:31 |
| aether | sometimes the fish tank opens up and provides a bitedon't know who it is perhaps it's me in frightsit at the bottom of the wellcast a wish deeper inwatch my face meltyou're just my selftwisting and turning in an agonizing sad kingdomi would give my self to love to have anothersee a real human being with their actual thoughts.but instead i sink and languish in poisonpoison of selfdyingno one really cares, 'till i meet one who does.what will that mean, what will it look like, if it even exists.what will it provide, perhaps nothing as well.wait until my death, see the truth, or more mirage.real thoughts on a page line going nowhere. | 2023-03-01 15:55:21 |
| aether | walk away from friendsthe sound fades out, drains outthe lights dimwhere was it all alongnever knowmaybe it's reincarnationechos poorly, like it's true and then i seek to kill it inside myselfbecause of impatience, because it doesn't providea poor thoughtbuild on what?i'm unproductiveand i'm trying to shoot for real productivity.a limitless thinginstead of these small fry things.i want to know the truth, but the truth is hard to bear.hard to follow, but maybe not hard to understand.not hard to understand but hard to follow.not hard to understand but easy to traipse around in circles. hard to bear. | 2023-03-01 15:29:55 |
| aether | lovely way out of sadnessa golden deathsplitting out of my head the sadnesslocked in rhyme and madnessmy favorites cascading down, all around me lest we drown in this pit of despairi'll make right the wrongs, cast aside those near who just wear frown.Lot of good you did, in this hall of illusion, soon I'll have to tell myself that, during full-realization.Lot of good we did in this place of horror and pain, woops, guess I should've asked for something else, to improve what shouldn't have been tedium.Why did I put myself here, in this giant dollhouse of paina motif echoing serenely, clearly, every day whilst it all goes down the drain. | 2023-03-01 13:23:04 |
| aether | might as well enjoy myself, and hate the pain. | 2023-03-01 10:42:30 |
| aether | avoiding the terror of the truth so they sayterror of void terror of nothingyou're here, i'm still sadwe're all here, depression never leaves.all the lies and fakenessbeginning to absorb mei want outpull at my hair until disintegration.skeletons roam, these things they call peoplei'm kitschy and cliche and willing to die earlybut pain is my lord, and hope is its whip.pain is my lord, and hope, its crown of thorns.could write all the things that'd barely make sensecould write all the things that cohesively go together, just because you know about it.hatred begets a permanent lesion in my head.i'll never escapejoy to be found at last, as i wage war mentally among you.joy to be found, as i discover more malaise and fear and quaking painwhere's it go really, into a holewhere's it go really, my mind pouring into a holewhere's it go really, into annoyance and death. | 2023-03-01 08:41:38 |
| aether | brokenhalf-turned up cropall's diseased and illeveryone spins, spins awayi would love to see the truthapparate here.apparate here.apparate here.three time's for good measure.my words fall flat.everything is dead, except myself inside.bare minimum scrape.across the precipice the carapace the inside dwell'tthe escarpment dragged over and across, throughit's all nails on a chalkboard except for youhopeless love song in a torturing realityi'll never get out, never get out, never get outlife ends in 3'syou hope, you hope, you hopeyou hope terrribly,- that there is something.you hope terribly,- that there is anything. | 2023-02-28 09:58:33 |
| aether | want to see it all burngive us a war, a great big wartear downtears down my facelove, loveall the same in the worldhypocritical and evili don't see anythingit's all going away, far away.because there's nothing here for me, maybehatehatedrowning,drowning.fate,fate. | 2023-02-28 09:38:04 |
| aether | lost in terrori'll never recover by myselfalways looking for someoneeven though there appears to be no one.want nothingso i don't reachexcept for another, as smart, as wise, as foolish as ilove them all, except i liedmostly just a fewmostly just a fewmostly just a fewmy heart aches, will i ever meet anybodyever meet anybodyever meet anybodyever meet anybody | 2023-02-28 09:06:34 |
| aether | if people won't try, maybe, i won't help them.if people won't try, maybe, i am myself- them.flashes of inspiration dawn. realizations abound in bright contrast to the waking duldrums.if people won't try, maybe, i won't be them.if flashes, inspirations, dreams, realizations...- dreams......dreams, dreams....I am everything and no oneI am someone and no one.I am what I want to be, and What I don't.I am the continually moving force, edging forward.I am the matter and the nothing.Nonesuch and every.. thing...I love and love myself. I am terrified of self.I am terrified of everything, in love with myself.I am terrified of self, my-self....I love you, hate you, love self all the same...love... Love, love. Love. ... Love. | 2023-02-27 20:56:32 |
| aether | don't want your polite symbol of life. | 2023-02-27 20:13:34 |
| aether | their polite gesturesminei feast upon it afterwards, devouring the untruth of itinside i reelevery day is a march toward freedom,where i will strick myself of feelings that don't belong to me.the real inside, unfolded.no longer pretending to just have amicability.i hate all of them, and thus i hate myself. for i am one of them.i hate the falsity, magnified.it will spit me out again.i will keep marching to a place of good feelings.to where i feel like i should be. | 2023-02-27 19:49:17 |
| aether | people are full of nothing, and i am the one full of nothing.people say one thing, i say another thing with them.people fall into my own trap, the trap they laid.we are one and screaming, i am the one who is screaming.oneness in a strange sense, oneness in the only sense.dragged out to the truth by my own hatred of pain and suffering.no way out but further in to the truth. no rescue but how i do for myself. | 2023-02-27 19:36:59 |
| aether | eternal beauty is i | 2023-02-27 08:47:05 |
| aether | why'd i do itwhy'd i do itwhy'd i do itwhy'd i do itwhy'd i do itwhy'd i do itwhy'd i do itwhy'd i do itwhy'd i do itthe eternal guiltthe eternal sinbrought myself here. Or was I alwaysBrought myself here. Or was I alwaysBrought Myself Here. Or Was I Alwaysthreat and non-threat. interminable and terminableyou and ilost in our gallantries, supposed | 2023-02-26 17:52:18 |
| aether | rather than drown in my own lies and delusions than believe a thin porridge only is available. | 2023-02-26 17:24:48 |
| aether | arrayed in perfect circleit becomes cleari am who ever was.arrayed in perfect circlethe lies become dissoluteand the evil seeps down to set right what wasn'tyou and i are the same, passage of time, distinctly differentWe are freein your mind, you are not.In My Mind, I Am Freein your mind, embroiled.In my self, forever. | 2023-02-26 15:40:11 |
| aether | the ones who control, aren't the ones who controli am them who controlsargue for my limitations, rotate a small circle: increase the arc.my badness, my malady, my selfI love Myself, though I hardly see.the insanity plea, graded out to me.life of grey, plead thee a willing drearwith naught but the other-self, appearing grand and loomingi am sanctified and wholepunched through the holes, my searing fleshthat cauterizes itself, to stay going, stay alive.hand to hearti keep myself clearclarity itself, dripping down the precipicemyself, clear and wholeincantation, forever. | 2023-02-26 15:38:16 |
| aether | in the hole, i developit isn't a holei developi march over stepsmarching over trenchesmy poetry derivative and similar to all that came beforethe logos marchingin old days, we remember ourselves from withinreality no longer that pleasing, tainted to thine eyei scrape what's loosegrabbing bits and pieces.the loose association of mind, riveting sections of metal togetherlost in a cave of mindwith no ulterior motivelost in a cave of mindwith no ulterior mention, exterior, elsewayswhat do i want, nothingi embrace lovedon't know what it isi embrace lifedon't know what it isthe hammer fells homewhere do we go and what is this placeare we still concernedwhat is me and youa reality to behold | 2023-02-26 11:19:16 |
| aether | psyche integration. | 2023-02-26 11:07:32 |
| aether | perhaps old info will never satiate the new. | 2023-02-26 10:53:45 |
| aether | probably just a fool, put myself downhit the groundlies repeat, mistakes round about | 2023-02-26 10:15:40 |
| aether | unconscious choice | 2023-02-25 17:38:55 |
| aether | not happy with what you saynot happy with what you writethere's a perpetual thing in mesomehow always rightdoesn't come offdoesn't switchcan't be foldedcan't be fully obstructeda blunt barrierinside i am finemy saving gracewhat am iit'd be good to knowall the evil people judgingi do the sameno wrong without rightbut i'm deathly scared of myself and how i'd affectand yetpouring down the rain the semblances don't blendthere is no resolute nothingthe semblances all blendi am tiredmark marktired of being considered.Weighed as nothing maybeLike a bean on a counter.Weighed by your eye and valuelessmy ideas, valuelesswhat do i have to contributenothingwhat do i havenothingwhat is there, nothingpeople falling into stepwhere do i gosomewhere.the quiet inside me wrought closed by every small harmimperceptible and considered nothing, like me. | 2023-02-25 17:12:59 |
| aether | Hate ugliness and I don't mean peoples' mistakes.I hate ugliness.The vile age.Never will tolerate, unless beautifiedHow will I handle, I consider it not vanityBurning away on a sensitive subjectUnusually tackledI will wreak and wroughtInsanity will be mineYou come apartI restore you your lifeMy monstrosity comes to bear.Suppose it takes one to meet one.Swinging and hurtling, all the structures come downAll the bullets and cannon shells, piercing the buildings' already decrepit windowsMind shatteringWhen will you be outWell I want in deeperThere's no out | 2023-02-25 14:07:40 |
| aether | Hell is now and You're It.I'm a hater of all.Except myself.Except myself and my own hate is in a different respective category towards myself.Let's keep things straightless you burn deeper than my ire toward you in your unknown strife.Let it burn and keep awayI am invincible and strange.Odd and unknown.I feel I put you all here and forgot.The pain unending, to know and meet your Maker.Strange and an oddity. I'll pass you by as a shade. | 2023-02-25 13:43:52 |
| aether | people the monsters i hatethe company i loatheexpanding my selflike resources in a farma cavernous hollowous echowe all die of inside pain yet i know what's mineyou see me you don't really see me nor know mei will pass by you as a shade and you'll grasp 0.0001%a strange stratagem, a strange statisticthis isn't about being something anymorefade me out i don't belong in your life.fade me out i should die bereftbut i'm worth more to you than you know.even though i've never done anything for you.my heart burns and breaks and twists and realmamagatesdoes that even make sense.no, we're all going to burn. | 2023-02-25 13:43:51 |
| aether | room for 2 in the hall of illusionperfection playing out in my cold cold mindi'll keep loving you 'till we meetdeath do us part | 2023-02-25 12:36:48 |
| aether | black cold rage because it's all ♥♥♥♥♥♥ up. | 2023-02-25 12:32:40 |
| aether | dead insidewhen will it be, if ever | 2023-02-25 12:31:02 |
| aether | never got what i wantednever got what i wantedfrom any of this, any of this any of this!?says the shallow mind, i see the perfection.mirror glassshow me a way out of youexpressionate and dream of wisdomshowing me the truth. what i truly am. Power and glorylaid so dispassionately at lowly feeta true humility. | 2023-02-25 05:21:44 |
| aether | burn to the core it's the thirtieth year of my lifewill never see another ounce of itburning away to the last granules of sandstuck between my toes they're all burnt up as ashsomething never experienced twice?hauntingwould you ever want to have something twice, maybe if different, maybe if . sharp mindreviles itselfcan't present itself.sharp selftalonnooking its own fingera bird flight in mindwe'll never have our just desireparadoxical paradisal thoughtsput to self to sleep and dreamand never nevers the nevercast about and twixt i turnface myself directly.What Glory I Am.Rising forever in flame.Flow and distinction, repose and power and grace.Flow and distinction, repose, power and grace.methods used to withstrain myself from boiling out of my self in teari could cry a river for no reason at all | 2023-02-25 05:21:42 |
| aether | i believe in uniqueness of every personscintillatingperfectionan endless perfectionweird then, that i am beset by you alleach dealing with flaw this flaw thatquite tired of itthe real me comes out, maybeor maybe i feel a quaking death and a mess that i amafter battle-hardened into seeing youmaybe it never was youand buried were we.i hate it allall the misfortunes and misgivings.would give you all what you perfectly deserve.but i am cunningand tritei see that you should have what you havebecause then i never felt better.never felt better.and someone's got to feel that wayor else it doesn't express itself.and someone can't guidesomeone can't give | 2023-02-25 05:14:12 |
| aether | can't give.to be hilt upon my own swordhilted upon my hill and terrified hillscrying myself to deathunsure what it isbut today i feel better.the strange smile do race up to mea majesty spread out mewilling to quake uneasinessspread myself notwings folded sharplyi wish to takewish to takebut life never gave when i askand now it won't shake looseand i didn't realize it may be because we all sufferhad to stay for youstay for youwasn't always obviousalways ignoringwasn't always clearalways runningwings of perfectionangelic hue | 2023-02-25 05:14:02 |
| aether | fear, sufferingis that painwhat are you who state yourself clearlya heart among us who suffer openlynever quite ascertained or knownas sad as ourselvesand that painyou are among us and we see ourselves in youpersonify the lies and tell the truthcharacters of itit this placederealization, depersonalizationterror and horrortruth that cannot be acceptedonly temporarily held over onbut it is no more, no morelove burdens itself rottento hold itself clear.i heal ancient paini heal ancient paini ballet and roud around the endless mirror flipi see inside your mind i am quite terrified to discoverloving all that and never backing in retreatbut maybe i'm the samemaybe the same that causes me to feel untruthreproach toward the impossibilitynever the same | 2023-02-25 05:06:14 |
| aether | all the houses are lined up on every streetall the apartments in a rowwe see the murkdrowning visagei am among youdeep in the water, my head tumblingwhere were you, i don't knowheart pangwhat is life but a visage lessenedhope a boundary that brings the truth on a skirting edge far out enough to not seemy repose a lie, stolen by someone else's nicety, my own, misplacedwords juxtapose a cleverness,meandering to hurtI want realreal,real.But if this is real, real, realWhere do I go | 2023-02-25 05:01:17 |
| aether | my own sadnessthe palpable thingthat is the thing i play withthe thing i containhate myselfnever getting out of the rung i established for myself, prior to ever knowingthe impossible that i can't dojumping up and handstanding past the point of no returnsurely i can do it forever, and i willdelusions surely never mocklove you all but i'm faltering in perfection, maybe here now you hear my real thoughtas if it were someone else's voice, cold and dark, someone elsemyself slowly melding into realitythe pain silence in medoes anyone ever truly know meill keep asking you to move pastnever seeing methe eyes ambivalent for the pain, apathy a worse sinimpossible with a heart like mine.apathy a sin that can never be committed.apathy for a sinner like me.never accomplishing anything that i wanted to do. | 2023-02-25 04:57:12 |
| aether | cheated out by delusionswell they're all truly true for you and youcheated out by delusionswell they're all truly there for youin your heartthe truth strange and proffered mysteriouslydelusions bought and paid for by sacrifice and sufferingmy blood shed ever so lightlythe suffering immensepain to know something isn't truepain to falsely acknowledge it as somehow not the truth.pain in myself.delusions bought and paid for ever so slightly.delusions drifting off despite it being better, so clearly, than what is here.but fantastical all the samefantasticalmystery proffered to me, what will i ever earnwhen nothing motions me. | 2023-02-25 04:53:04 |
| aether | a place where i fight and fend for myselfaccolades and reality do nothingi am beset by myselfa purposeful labyrinth . . . . . .the six dots percolate with their rhythm, does it represent the opposition of god, the number sixdoes it represent realitycontained against myself in disbelief.love, for a real place, in this shadowy lightof this placelet it go i spin around i'll continue to be finelost in myself i am fineperpetually beset, i look up and see no otherconvinced i must be myself, the selfspinning around in this lacksadaisical grave.lacksadaisical grave.with all impertuity, pain wrought but no one's fault. | 2023-02-25 04:24:45 |
| aether | the hurtling spine-tingling risei sense it comingmy whole liferising before the arclike a story to rise beforemy whole life, a story for me and no longer just memy whole life, a storysadness percolate as sometimes i leave on the wrong note, proceed to keep speakingsometimes the wrong word choice, a note never succinctpeople not recognizing, an insane in-dwell't truthnot so incomprehensible, but they didn't dream what i did.my strange identity.lost in a labyrinth of sadness.nothing for me.nothing for me.can't live just for recognition, do i have to work for it?do i have to do things for it?a place of merit. | 2023-02-25 04:24:44 |
| aether | Not so much as interested, probably wouldn't have been anyway.But it makes for a good staple on a decent sheet of paper.My lesson report card, earned.My straight A's, never quite what it isBecause I try my best not to hit the right mark in every way, lest it grow wrong.What is a straight student anyway, someone who doesn't try their best?I write weirdingSpinning in semblanceOnly had A's briefly sometimes, feelsmy heart on a page but i'm somewhere else in my mindthe memories cauterized and burned inSinged melody into my mindHow to escape | 2023-02-24 22:26:51 |
| aether | the sane trawl mind trawl the drugless sobriety self-proclaim my delusional proper grandeurI abate the magick, others have trawled itReturned to give, on that trackless track which I deem it.Let go and letting go receives.So that I feel fine, but you don'tI give and you receive, hopefully you do.Messages intercepted and intertwined.Where were we, different lives in different lifetimes.I am truly happyTruly happy to be sadDrugless freedom in a life tired of normalityHow to attainHate and angerPain and tortured PTSDChildhood in anger, burned, singed offcauterized woundnever heallesson learnt, burnt into my psyche. | 2023-02-24 22:26:47 |
| aether | I intend conflagrant love within all your paltry heart and I will make them large and fullSo terribly fall as to befall a terrible fall upwardI am so happy to know you're truly in love already as it t'were.So terribly happy, an outside known outside from in. | 2023-02-24 22:13:25 |
| aether | bringing up the rear functioni am so happy to die in the derivative functiona lie a sardonic farce a hateable narrative a sardony a play a falsity a lie a pure satirethe lie stricken out from itself to beget its namea word that won't come up and slip mindi repeat and repeat and repeat and poetry fall deadperhaps the word was stolen this long in order to enamor and enable thisa perfectly stolen worda satire.A beating heart fallen dead.life is no satire.A beaten to a pulp motif on a deranged melody relief.I'm inside the corners, they which have eyesscary to know someone possesses the outside. the reverberating corners, at which you are sideways and sidewinded, hope not.I see out my peripheries, where doth do take, you, who see inside my hate.Very strange to be present in someone's thoughtsSpirits who see inside my vessel, bottomless, I hope not? | 2023-02-24 22:11:15 |
| aether | don't wish patterns to repeati will absolve nature of its Sincast deep red in the sand that twist and morph from sand itselfI cast the dagger inI plunge it to extricateWe will absolve reality of its SinHatred in our name and the Jolly Sin-folly of Juxtaposition and Sordid Sortie of expunged blackness expungeddown into the ground, a careful measure to maintain sanityA repeat phrase, grounded into the dirt sand.I type cleanly, succinctlyAre you clear enough to with-handle? Eyes cast wide and struck in aweIf it isn't awe then it's clearly something eering, a sordid veer to sadness.This reality black and white fictionHard to ascertain amid the opaqueSwimming against fate. | 2023-02-24 21:21:45 |
| aether | Hard to figureWhere exactly what is the nomeStab't heart plung dagger inSuch a place to stabI am inside there somewhere.Although I consider myself Else-somewhere else, else, somewhere draining on insanityYou consider me IllTired of listeningWe re-meetTired of meetingchanneled wordYou don't hateYou're tired of listeninga real feelinglost in extended increasing spacea hug lost in embracei would cut myself free of the cloth of lifebut blackness seep into the dirtgood soil were it not for the hurt | 2023-02-24 21:21:39 |
| aether | I don't know what's really real, anymoreThe words oft metwith silence, returnedI value enviable silencethe words channeledheart to soul, mind to bodyI am tortured up, lookingI see out but the stare is withinI am tortured outPain meets itself. | 2023-02-24 21:15:26 |
| aether | burning up in profuse useless fire-box match-stick uselesnessa fire-arm fusillade caustic fires burn in methey burn in mewords strick clean they strick clean in mei learn and i haunt, the words delete themselvesyou can't follow and typecast the typistAnger beget self and disparage self offI am a mountain of fire and ireI am soothing water forever caressing downThe volcanic ash melt so serenely into my sandI am forever the typist locked wrist-step into a deep jet long blackingly deepset stareThe poetry schmaltz, the purple prose, hark unto my self a worryment tortured and longingly lockedEye-lockedHoming-saucers.Unleashed upon your poor person.A haunting gesture to a revolutionary royalty.We affix our bayonets, charging the dark | 2023-02-24 21:15:24 |
| aether | Selfless demand of my own presence reroute me to the truth in your face which was not given until about spacevacuum demand truth of presenceinside about space, twisting turning abut twisting turning about abut spacewords cohere and draw lesionsThey sting and bite and torture ears.I would be fine if it wasn't verbosity my issueBut then narrowness and accuracy becomes a resolution problem as depth grows clear quickly with every single mention. | 2023-02-24 20:55:48 |
| aether | a simpler expression couldn't explain | 2023-02-24 20:48:13 |
| aether | a surfer on a wave of apparitiona fair juxtapositioncut about the small landhollowed out in the semblance of simple likenessa wood figurine carved perfectly in hollow simplicityetches into the mind a harrowed sorrowful merovicitythe marrow ek from bone travail the heart of stonepageant of storied malficityi am fallingIs it my intention I be picked upClaustrophobism, the word itself a phobicPhobos and phobiaErring on the proffered given, I give you your bitI receive no ear of it | 2023-02-24 20:34:06 |
| aether | Derivative snake punching holes into its prey-catch.We all love you but I will never survive.In a hopeless dreary caustic fireburning down my hope entire.in a caustic hope entireswear myself to follow what i think i ought should have to entirebeats and melodromewe repeat and offer nothing of the other sonkindness repeat and world goes blind at other nil value signthe repetitions beat melody goes into the insightin such a simple pattern0 and 1 do you have thatis that the simplest thing, or more discrete.containing pattern and its thingits thing pertaining apriori to more than a dateless flingcaustic melody rhyme cogently into an insane mindcouldn't find would make angry would give up what already was inside youforgiveness bound to make a permanent scar that is already gone and faded. | 2023-02-24 20:33:59 |
| aether | skin wrought clean the blood drained clearI am inside my skin deep withinmy hollows of my eyes indicate sometimes no one so much as outerspace aloofnessyou aren't inside me you are never nearmaybe that's how far i am inside myselfhow far i am inside myself, do you see?do you see?do you see?the beat within. hearts never touch in my place.A mellow steadier beat ever-steadying in hurtSharp cacophonic ringStaccato pieces falling in disarray-ful erection, they hold me up, perfect settling pieces all arreigned. | 2023-02-24 20:33:53 |
| aether | ugly vissicitude rears its ugly head for an ugly reminder of remorse reminding you of the hoarse.i bet vissicitude respread down in the ugly annals of myself cut apart by lies and heartquatrains and mentions and lies and similar tunes repeat in my mind repeat inside my heatI am emanation I am sound I sequester year upon year in packed sedimentational quatrain reformationI repack and relearn what already refrainsI see alien hostilities grow between estranged friends amid dire fumes proffered dire timesI see myself proffered dire times proffered words that don't sit well, not even spel't.I see words mispelt amid my fruitive function, cast about merry malaise | 2023-02-24 20:22:36 |
| aether | I see everything redoubling outThe frequency harmonic shiftInside I cogitate an ergo sum of repeat oft shiftcan you escape a fruitive function of logos primary to apriori apriori Being ItselfI am clear-minded but in Hatred it takes my painDivies it up, a divet and a turn. Cuts upon my wrist, severs what I learnBlood draining dry, once green, blue, red on the outside.Vein, deliveryOut, inside, we regurgitate what is threateningRepulsed by our own inside, we hitch what isn't and nevermoreI see you inside of meI am pleased to seeI see me inside of youBoth pleased to see, but waiting, waiting for politeness sake. | 2023-02-24 20:22:32 |
| aether | I am inside, cascade, kascadeThe uproarious cacophony circling higherTransmission becomes poetry and poetry becomes transmissionRadio waves on ether in an impossible vacuum form all lifeDo we collapse on ourselves in a pile of bodiesHilt to hilt as it were.Old motifs in old lands circle back to travail you of SinI am breached and broken uponHilted on my own sword is the mis-JudgeHilted on Myself is the Perfection, a permanent Mis-Judge, to eschew confusion away from itselfAn ambling walk to return to where I always falterBut now in eternity, demand be of Rest.But now in eternity, Demand is to remind us of Rest.Eternity demand Rest. | 2023-02-24 20:22:23 |
| aether | an unusual airy remotenessa near-suicidal paceadrenals all stuck up themselvesbottlenecked and fumedyou're inside the outside and i dwell withini am outside now the insideand you're my same Mark'ed SameThe Voice spread Within tortured alamwhere to retreat inside the pacea disgraced dis-ease disgracerepetitive monotony struck clean in a repetitive monotonous tonerepetitive monotony struck clean in a repetitive handly handshake cleansewhere is the world if i am not seen withinseen without in the world i was once in | 2023-02-24 20:09:40 |
| aether | ...All these times have been melancholious, I in-dwell't the feeling as more than a survival mechanism, I have had much freedom in my placation of your fellow survival mechanisms.My words repeat and loopMy spell cast completeI love you forever and all your possessionsEndless things cast about in endless processionWe are free but are we in doubtLove cast free set withoutI am free inside I am without redoubtThe fortress crumbles the camp starts.We free ourselves of violence does it repeat if suffering is wisdomItself. | 2023-02-24 20:09:36 |
| aether | an unreasonable clipharms the sensesmaintaining your gripfools the rinseshands are never dry, nor never cleanwater preemenates, everything's aprioria life dead and still-lifepaintintg's wrungall art exfoiliatedperfection drawnhits never near to the markuntil eye cast upon my sakea heart welled up in fearbecomes great feelings tremulously unfolding over life-long arcwill i ever be somethinga question asked seriouslyto myself in the partial darkwill i ever be somethinga question asked seriouslyto myself in the partial darka repeat a repeatto myself to myself | 2023-02-24 20:03:45 |
| aether | mirrored and never the samemirror to myself and never the samelearn and growmirror myself and never the sameShadows haunt, images upon my psyche that don't quite removeterrifyingly loose with myself, perhaps in the futurerisk is abnormal to mebecomes a claustrophobic messabstained hand becomes an abstained existencepicking cherries from my own branchgovernor's existence of my own puddle laketears forever dwindling down on a near-mirror side fatefake and fake and fakedwindling along-side myself, i will neversaid the word to indicate may of fallibilitymay of fallibilitystrange fates for a strange never | 2023-02-24 20:03:36 |
| aether | half-dead morose feeling drained into the dirt anext to mewe're all perfect we're all freedriven down to the terrible atrocity we claimi think there's more logic than what's just inside the subjectivei've been through a terrible timeit's all mind but it isn't exactly a non-homage to a trance.i am free and swept cleardown in the puddle cast my eyes down the tears never abateas if permanently emanating struck down my mindi have spots on my skin that perhaps signifywrinkles in my skin that indicatepalms and handsdown and down we strugglei am cast aside by myself to findwhy choices emanate to findi am found but never foundseen but never seenlight but never dark, eitherSame age old problemI see the majesty clearly at times, when I am euphorica word stolen by strange meanderingI am inside but what's the pointWill I be seen in the physical for more than what I deemI want it all to unfold.I take the suckerpunches and yet still remain. | 2023-02-24 19:56:18 |
| aether | blossoming of infinite truthtravailing and travailing an infinite pathbeat these poor words deadwe're all sad on the path granted here and nowMake it to the other-side, a gracious endspinning in eternitybeat these poor words deadi'll feel good forever.Suffering a magnitude of itself.I see the truth in a tiny bit.granular infinitely far back on itself.I see truth in a tiny bit before time and space.jaggedly cutting across itself without vowel.Now it expresses itself clearly. To be forever remote unto its outward propulse.I can't see but I seeI Am when I Should Not BeHounded and stifled, by others which have come updew on the grass | 2023-02-24 19:46:03 |
| aether | considered much more important without disdain.gathering you all up in my armsretching and fighting, is it possiblea silent recess.All cut up and dryA moment's pace cast in my field of stone.Was any moment better to field my doubt.I hope upon eternityLuxurious moments in a risingMemories to the forgotten memoriesTimeless space cast aboutHow to escarp and cut clear what should be Mine?Of all ours a disdain to be cut so short in this fleetingOf all our, a pouring outSave UsOf all ours, pouring out. | 2023-02-24 19:45:58 |
| aether | Down and down and downWould you be pleased to know? My eternal thought.Acting so high and mighty, rude and prideful.I am above and below and out and in.My favorite navel-gaze to consider myself I bare myself close my graces.Hatred doth do take all it around, all it around.Where would you really find a solution when you are it?Causal agent meandering and muttering in insanity.Where would you really find a pleasant oasis in sand of terrible abrasion stripping away every last vestige holding and borne to you amid side by side.Could cut so deep, find the real you hiding within, was it ever there, or did it have to developeternal questions, maybe wake up. | 2023-02-24 19:23:22 |
| aether | on-off switch gatetorture accoutrementside-by-sidea word slipped my mind, paranoia grewbut settled in to the madness my mind is thoroughly entrenchedbaking sun and labels i no longer pay attention towill root out the suffering with my root of sufferer's cursemy very namedown and downWhere will you be when I?... Float down on beside you.Encouragement in a time ofBlanks fill the space.Time of time and time of time.Blanks fill the | 2023-02-24 19:23:21 |
| aether | sticking myself to the electronic gloss i find myself disparaged again to see my heart sinking in circles of the lights they make me tired to see myself spinninga plan emerges slowly but plans emerging slowly make paina plan emerges we fight the repetition our saving gracenewness forever sprouting how can you salve what shouldn't curse itself.i am in the spiral of de-ceasednessa new writer of an ancient thinghints of glory in a displacementsomewhere along, key metaphorically gonedown in the twisted water-spiralkeys of succinctnessfactors of factorization.I grow and imped myself, tired spirits with tired eyes stare at me directly. maybe i will consider a run, damn my stability after-all.not earned of anything.not earned of anything if you don't do what you shalt, impossibly removed from not doing. | 2023-02-24 18:32:12 |
| aether | down and out again, new zenith lowHope you all make it, dropping like flies for compartmentalized fiction fantasy come erect in reproachPro-genitor sloth his slake, down and out poignant and to withstand, hence they all remainstuck on different ages of my mindwell-springs of emotion for the continued year, trying to put my life together.A strange concoction grouping, things growing closer.I was terribly afraid over nothing but past tremors. A long while. Rub it on my demeanor, a self temporarily soured.how to get over the endless malaise waltz, stabbed together through the day to broach each wave i feel you and i persist. i feel you and i persist. | 2023-02-24 18:25:11 |
| aether | verbal fusillade verbal escapade verbal escaladedown and out we again reproach the reapproaching fiction fantasy approachtime and space and we have fruitive functioncausal agent of my owndown and out againdropping to zenith lowasymptote ascertainment, again to receive what can't be received except through minute feeling?is this god's meandering to reach the earthi have dreams i am godspelled out for your sake. | 2023-02-24 18:25:10 |
| aether | i am love but what are thee, my offspringan unsure question hopefully not of deep sorrow.lest you be given what should remain just my own.lest you be given an impossible weight and difference of being.soul-crushingthe weight tears through the bottom of the gravity well.I am afraid of pulsations within torque torsions.The weight force me to movePro-genitor who is at most appearance under threat.the weight enamors me to those who sustain that tearing void-gravityi intended it be less,i intended it easier.and the weights are on you pre-existing as it may seemmaybe you acceptsuffering of our breathunable to escape, pushed toward togetheror our hearts break permanently. | 2023-02-24 18:17:22 |
| aether | love for the sakeslake thoth drothdross all dressed upsloshed away lost in my conciseness, petty around the edgesa new way to deprecatehate selfi feel fine with my selffeel life meandering away from memy own obviouslywish for something perfect. can't see it go otherwise, enjoin the lock-step program.we lock in to settle something, to make it real. we lock in to settle something,to make something real. | 2023-02-24 18:17:20 |
| aether | christ in the sepulchure,another biblical thinkerlost in labyrinths or appearing more than he seemsvibes from middle schoollost in labyrinth of psyche and short-effect disparagement, fire for effecti hit myself but do i gain myself.my legs appreciate the beating for some reason, as if they appreciate the comfort and the accepting gaze, the notice for carrying me for so long.now i mostly sit, they are still strongi see a window of timeand my heart grows comfortableis mystery still a thing, the effect produces terrori wish for a future locked in stone, abhorring as per usual the oppositewhat do you do with a troubled mind when the outpourings are maybe unenamoring to anyone but thyself.lost in a labyrinth repeating words abhor themselvesshattered mirror glasses still reflect the selfprior to selfprior to anything buta word hit upon silencea water drank backwards. | 2023-02-24 17:48:49 |
| aether | How many days do you go without a reprieve before your heart tugs at you to do what it asks.I resist myself.Pulsations never repeat, there is always a different moment, day, not lostcollected. nurtured forever in memory? as doth do adjoin fellow thought fellow creations mete a perfect existence. perfections intertwine but horrors abut themselves shortly.When suffering grows greatHow to meet itAnd what it proffers my memoryand me to insightI have been under, slowly rising.Mid-part of life, a quickening to undo the deluge of thoughts sequestered.Amplification again to meet what shouldn't but is.An undoing of my shadow-self to fore.What's afraid isn't afraid. | 2023-02-24 17:48:45 |
| aether | mental meds for a mental fooltrust my life in the erroneous and inwardly unsane.they'll keep providing, my boat wheels hitting rocksi'll keep drowning whilst i plead, "Please, I'll listen""Please, I'll placate"turning around in the side, turning around in the muckmy heart hurts it hurts for youunable to see we're all partially blindincluding a partiality as a saving gracejust so i don't feel swamped.again and again, i'll watch from afardrowning in my small pondwhere does it all go, this place of useless utilityof things that people believe, led by blind little partiality.my penchant held stronger | 2023-02-24 00:48:26 |
| aether | paradisal of the smallreturn, return once for allgonna die of sadnessgonna die of the thought of it allhow i'd get here, when will i be savedmoved out through the gutter, my heart a small spacewhere i am remotely concerned about my remoteness.cry myself to deathno 1 for me, just selfish now as i say, no 1 for me.what's the point, where's it all goingcave grafitti on a cave wall, question, does anyone really seedoes anyone really knowcave grafitti on a cave wallmy fellow humans a distant feelingquestioning whether they're really there.solipsism, solipsism inside my mindhardly any escape, a desire for transcendence. transcendence. transcendence. | 2023-02-24 00:40:41 |
| aether | burning away vestiges of behavior that maybe do not serveseeing the light whilst darkness drags me aroundembracing darkness while afraid of the lightevery-day all-day occurrence, gets quite old fast.using my mind hearing voiceswalk around, they've got voices too.unsure, unafraid, terrible fear, expressive remote realitymove forward but seepingleft around but surging in some happiness.what's your day, stuck in nighthow to get to a place where i have the best of bothnever had too much of a thing to go withstuck on a series of tubes.remote interactions, electrons jumpingground floorsurging forward. what is my life,am i ignoreddoes a tree fall if it mostly gets tired.tired tiredtired. | 2023-01-21 07:21:49 |
| aether | sadness is coolwhen you're safe you let it outall the tears like pouring raini want to be safeat all timescomfort in short supplypeople milling about in my lifei avoid the painnearly everywheremore than just tearsreality cascading downbeauty itself is Ifibonacci spiral indefinitely curving back on itselfshowing me who I amsuchness of such a thingcurving back on me infinitelyapproaching freedom from this charade place. | 2023-01-16 19:18:22 |
| aether | dance my way to jubilance amid the infinite well of sadness | 2023-01-16 18:37:11 |
| aether | cheater liar and a fakestealing the crime from my own handmy thoughts go to the worstbut it's always besti try to survive in-betweenbut upholding lies is expressionately discompassionate.a holder of the false becomes burntpunished indefinitelyLies cannot Survive longtermand people circle, but they never werewith their grimaced liesevil facescontorted to face Mineand they,who remainburnt by Lie as well, and they, who,burnt as Lie As Well. Holding up the pattern, held up on a brief thing, but lies repeat and then correct, the set, fixing itself. Keep going but I'm always faltering, guess it literally is the same, except when it fully burn. Disintegrated away. I love Life but does it Love Mequestions and known answerdwelling on the insane in order to prevent the prevention of inordinate sanity, dragged through a tunnel where I already am.tunnel vision to beauty, anxiety through several roofsall placed and complacent | 2023-01-12 06:21:34 |
| aether | kill myself dead, the thoughts will never leave my head'till silence resumes itself, 'till i look myself squarebut people, always professing, to be who they i amquite strange that i can't seem to jailbreak the dreambecause i'm afraid, well-known, constant reutterance. dying,but i'm perfectly fine.. perfectly fine....and lines and semblances repeatrotating and cycling and lining up into trigometric alignmenthow do i escape thy own eye.how do i escape thy own falsedying to be different - dying to remain samedying dying dying dying and rebirth metamorphosesconstantly rearranging Alreadyclicking together like a packrat carrying the unicarrying My Self | 2023-01-12 06:09:22 |
| aether | escape velocityis there an outwhen already inis there aspliced up, deathed uplife's quite gaystare at the wallsthey're staring back at mestare at myselfwill never quite figure that outdeath and transposedtranscendence and holding unto Nothinglet it all burnhow do i escapethe mind echoslost in a labyrinth of my very selfkeep repeating mantras to stay straightrailroad tracks being laid before my feethow do i escape, how do i figureoh, like- I always do? death repeatingcycles in cycles, plans in plans but none totala mystery of life that simply repeatsbut always different, always..always never thealways never a reoccurring phenomenon | 2023-01-12 06:09:20 |
| aether | the lies burn themselves off, unable to attachthe horror leaves as dream falseness becomes unlatchedeverything cascades away as realizations dawn repeatedly and ad infinitum, a return to grace from a horror that i brought upon myself.everything falls away as the basic things come in, the basic truthsthen the deeper ones cross-connected with this realitymy hollow eyesthe truth of emptinessi break apart what never was and no longer am seeing in double.i break apart what is false and horrific, what never is or was or will bei never fall to complete shambles, for i am eternal, an all-flame, invincisi am complete and wholei am everything and nothingi am love, agape itselfand there is no other, nor others. | 2023-01-12 05:11:34 |
| aether | the lattice network of my horrid mind | 2023-01-11 21:37:27 |
| aether | the aether all itselfthe love unendingaether all itselflife unendingtwisting and turning in night and wind and leafthe vile and the holy, saintlywhispered softlyabove and below supposed evili twist, and i turn. i write, and i burn.the malady of mind was obscuredthe lies were all turned upwardand the truth hidden in sorrow and with a precious masquerade.i am strange and forebodinglife is odd and terribleits might great and falloweven sleep is a liefor there is never a cessation of Mindand all horrors seep into present tensefor i am wide awakeand the masks, fetters, fulls, are cast off.one each, by one. | 2023-01-09 23:17:46 |
| aether | i can not really talki can not really communicateall is screen and screen upon screenall is view and all is voyeurnull and null-setno thing and no dwelling, tellingyes, very telling.the evil that reside within doth do betterthe evil that is without is the one withinthe mirrors are all aghast with sharp twisted woodthe lights all dimand they all dimand our light dimand it darken blackand perhaps i cannot hear myselfbut visitors bring it outand the seekingit is sought outand i cannot see clearlyand it is sought outand spaces sought dwindle our loveseparated by vast distancesand inside ourselves we haunt ourselves to find what is insideand inside ourselves the inside is hidden and not seen as selfcalmand i calm myself, but i cannot see selfand an angel see it as me, my real answers, buriedmy subtle responses within myself. | 2023-01-04 23:33:25 |
| aether | monster of deathno one see meno one that seer thouwhispering to myselfmuttering mindoff in the corner, la-la land.i and you are oneand now i know, who has been brutal to Thyselfmonster of sweet sorrowtearing away the fabric of reality-terrorunveiling the truthunveiling its honorthe Truth of Thyselfrising forever.gold and unlimited silence.i riseth foreverTeotlbreath that rise and fallethunconcerned with paltry thingsthe fires igniting off the sideI am who I say I amand I am no one and nothingI am love infinite and divineand I am the demon which I all encourage to follow and haunt mei am dead and nothing will ever know my sorrowall eyes falseembarrassment rack itself to find the answersbut it lie in SelfAnd I see Myself in Otherbeauty itself. | 2023-01-04 22:04:08 |
| aether | burning it all away | 2023-01-04 20:52:43 |
| aether | they have all been wiped away | 2023-01-03 20:07:31 |
| aether | Endless Love | 2022-12-20 22:16:42 |
| aether | 4aminside the heart of sleepi wake and process the dayi process what people think i am.and i could findwhat there is in truth nowthe movement of a line, throughfollowing trajectorythe dot of my mind, goes to universal goodfalling asleep, i become awarelost in dreams, i sleepand the quietness stricken over mebecomes aberrant to my voicehidden within the veil separating meand i see, that no one's really there unless i am there.and that no one really speaks unless i speakand that i must be, or you will notand that i must give, or nothing is givenand voice speaks, but still doesn't know its powerand i hide, within the diminishing painas if to cover the hurt that i could give others, but it all doesn't help | 2022-12-19 05:59:52 |
| aether | to hide the truth emanating withinand that i must give, or nothing happensand that i must be, or things cascadeand i giveand i giveor nothing will happenand the wheels turn but no one is homeand the lights are all on and the cars all move but none of them are occupied except for eviland the totalitarians all exist but none have soul or spirit, thinking themselves buried to continue to be what they aren't, and weren't.and no one would be, causal primordia, emanatingand if i don't see, no one willand if i don't hear, no one doesand if i don't speak, we are all strick deaf, without reception and word.and if i am not, the fire extinguishand if i am not, the fires go out.and if i am no one, life destroys itself. if the headlights roam, evil seekingthe nothingness roots itself out, becoming nothing. the evil circling forever.the evil circling forever. | 2022-12-19 05:59:48 |
| aether | the lie breaks my heart in twoi see the pain, where it goi see the pain it break my heart in twoi see the pain, where it go, the lie which lies dormantthe old gamble, which i lose myself with. a threat i don't fully understand, because it induces loss of sight. i keep trying to slay the beast that is as myself.unleashed by this unfortunate 'apparent reality' that can only be assuaged by other localized patronages.i keep trying to slay the beastlight comes down, it dawns on me that i cannot see the light in the liei see the falsehood, the pain it creates, which it would makei see the pain i take...i see the pain false choices make. | 2022-12-15 01:48:03 |
| aether | I wave the white flag and I charge the tank.I bludgeon myself and I ignite the bank, I collect and I disseminate but then I grow quite tired of that, quite fed up. I grab a hold of my self and I speak directly to: I grab ahold of myself and I speak directly to.Death and dead and annoying diatribe goes unheard goes into the bank of despair of inside of the outside return path. The ghost voices irritateMy own voice irritates.Pull the plug the screen goes dark.Pull the screen's plug life goes dark.What's left who's to say, guess I'll find out. Waiting for the time truth truly arrives.Waiting for the time truth finally arrives. | 2022-12-14 17:28:10 |
| aether | cast myself into the firethe fires burn bright and in puritycast myself into the fireit feels greatthe self comes cascading down as the deep down whatever there isthe proclamation and the sight and the wearinesscome surging up to meet the truth, swinging continuously for the truthi cast myself into the fire i burn at the stake i ignite i am tied to the cross i am beaten bludgeoned and nailed through, a stigmatathe fire the mind the passion the burning the igniting the mind the life the annoyingit all comes open like a can of worms, spoiled in front of your eyes.i laugh at the crocodiles, weeping tears of deceitful joy. i laugh at my insides, who worm around searching for perfection. searching for truth. i grow tired of it all and i wish for insurrection. | 2022-12-14 17:28:09 |
| aether | my life, worth nothingfight for myself, see no point, no point in being a selffight for myself, falls apart at the seamsdoll rip openstuffing and bread batteruseless.march toward an inevitable destination, grave crawl.march toward authenticity as i surrender unto the Almighty Godthere's nothing else to do.surrender to whatever may bei will surrender to whatever may bei will surrender to whatever may bei will surrender to whatever may beexaltingfreedom for someone who is inbetween good and evil, right and wrong, selfish and unselfishsurrender to the Almighty, who will preserve. Persevere toward the truth.Persevere toward the truth.Persevere toward the truth. | 2022-12-13 16:19:55 |
| aether | if it could all slide down the hilland obliteratei would possibly be happythe rockslide entrapping my soul, my heartbut no more freedom for me!which is freedom at last, so i believe, so i think. the lament.perversion is minethe rough-shod realityemanating so severely. perfect and sublime. happiness still isn't minebut forever i tread upwardperversion is complete. sadness, streaming down my cheekwatermarked with potholes, my facedown down down my facethe face which i cannot see. void-center, void-manifold. down to the people, who i make not understand. down to the dolls who can't grasp, grip, without my tendrils alivening them. The pain echos in my heart, my soul, the shadows all clamor up to eat me. I Am You You Are Me But Terribly Sad Are We. forever marching upward on this treadmillforever marching up on... | 2022-12-13 10:00:23 |
| aether | fight it to the end, pattern repeatsblip on the radarblip on the screen, hz wave depictingfight it to the end, seeing the pattern repeat.fight it to the end, see the pattern repeat.keep going against what you consider ignoble.solve the problems within.go within them.keep your head on straight.don't believe in what you yourself believe to be evil.pattern repeats.fight 'till the end.the pattern repeats. | 2022-12-12 13:39:46 |
| aether | the big lie and the big hole is solipsism. not serving others and serving yourself. they'll even tell you you're unable to find yourself.but i don't believe it. | 2022-12-12 13:37:29 |
| aether | piledrive everythingtame the personalitypain and sufferingvibe and oscillation, pulse, wave patternkeep doing the same thingnever expandcontrasting ideaswords and realitieskeep up the pacebreak-neckroughneck, rough-riderkeep goingdespair. hit the right note.hit the notenever going to do better.contrast and white-negative ideas.pull myself into the future, up my bootstraps.again and again, claustrophobia. every-day. hitting the note. sadness and depression. down in the dumps. open-stream, catch the ways inbetween. beat and pulsedown | 2022-12-12 12:28:50 |
| aether | temptor and captortormentor and punisherexecutrix and maladywound and sorejudge and hatewound and stakethe funeral pyre executionwhat does it meanwhat will it meanthere is only one path forwardthe terrible befalling of reality itself collapsing on meangerseething, anger, seethinganger, seething. exhaust pipes, exhaustexhaustion. sight.where will it go.i am not many things.i am purity exceedingthere is one choice.there is always just one choice.hack it all, going through the jungle.the pain will come down.i will bear it all.nothing matters except the one choice.anger, seetheexhaust, pipeexpression, dead, death.tired, sight. the opening, the cross. see it all come down. we are told to relax. we are told to sink, drowning.held it up, move, scraping across the ground, move it across the ground.drowning. fear ceases. | 2022-12-11 08:12:58 |
| aether | hate 'em allthey all are stupid, malfeasant, wrong, liars, fake, deadi grow tired of the cage i've been inwhere all will do exactly as yesterday, as before.there is no amount of explaining, that can be fed into their gaping pig faced mouth.it's time to purge everything. it's time to destroy what is necessary.there is no happiness for me in this status quo.let it burn, let it all burn. it's all going to burn.the angel and the pit of sorrowthe evil and the goodthey've become flipped. and the robots will never understand.they are evil, and a sliver of anything is good. watch 'em squeal and complain, every little thing.i bear heaven's sword. i bear it all, atlas shrugged. but heaven's sword, must be borne, come down, swathing a cut of purge of all. only the sliver, the slightest minutest amount, will remainholy somehow. | 2022-12-11 07:49:52 |
| aether | the words written on marble scapethe pain written in my eyesif you really saw to mewould i be anything of valuescream my own valuebe iti know ittear up the flooring, rip out the walls. destroyhate myself to completionpluck thine own eyetiredcould be wrong, tear at the walls of my eyes.destroy myself to find the liartiredpunch myself, get it right, tremulous fearhit my leg, cause a weltget it righti grow tired of the pain, i get fear over hurting myselfi grow tired of the pain, i get afraid of myself.know my worthaccelerate, stomp the brakeram it into the wall it's never going to be fair, it's all fake.i see no harmin kamikazing downdivine wind, laid upon medestroy me, find the truthi see no wind, where there is no search, and no one of worth. a divine saltplucked outtired, hatred. Wish God would burn me in Hell to make me who I'm supposed to be. And I'd let him keep me there. Wish God would burn me in Hell and keep me there. | 2022-12-10 20:54:44 |
| aether | it's all ♥♥♥♥♥♥ and depression and pain will continue until i resolve myself to dispel the illusionno solutions in a land of eternal similaritude.you will watch tv, laugh, play gamesi will despairso i withdraw, no longer thinking these NPCs to be real. i am in despair with you, too.no one is really real so i'll withdraw, isolatei am fine, the truth is more cunning. | 2022-12-10 19:12:00 |
| aether | words that gratetired to hatemash the keys i'm special it'll be greatmatch song, match-pointhit the ball over the netdoesn't win a game if you're red in the facesomething doesn't always sit wellwe try to find what's within to excrete it withoutruminate on a thought it begins to express itselfdoes freedom lie in what i saybringing forth the haunted mind that i portrayunable to matchwhat completely is far-fetcheda precise sequenceas if honed over the course of years | 2022-12-10 08:03:47 |
| aether | falling lock-step into the march of where we need to goa common lament that gratesDoors held wide open, castle wallsGrating and murder-holes, points, funnels, tunnels to sap it underneathIs that what people are likechild-like awehurt and emotion and daily troublestop and revert, turn and lurchI guess I can read a lot of emotionsthey're all in the air it's really quite weirdNot sure if my Mind produces themthe sensationThen are they Mine? Empathy and struck with awe.Try not to match lock-step to the linepowder-keg stores the necessary need of an arm | 2022-12-10 08:03:43 |
| aether | powder-kegs all blow when they are not serviced well, but this is not a threatmaybe more than a common lamentsadness could retrieve, move something along its pathbut I will keep feeling like my utility is unlocated, that it is Non.I will keep feeling like there isn't anyone.Sadness but I keep writing, allay the fear terrible drowning down in the cascade of fruitive function forced necessary to keep alive terrible fear to keep alive again and again again and again cover the tracks back to where we started a hole in a convergenceWhat does the primary focus of a person entail? Sadness and malady could fornicate with its own layers, despair brought upon by deep stares.I am unable to be what I am notKeep being what I amIt's Impossible to Stop the Ball Rolling Down The Cliff. reap and collect what's nothing seemingly from the vantage point we all take, down and downnever going to find what i so thinkbut uncertainty is forever until it evaporates.evaporate. | 2022-12-10 08:03:38 |
| aether | Forever separate, in this dual cage. I see Twoeyes forever separate, spreading out.derivative mashseparate and cookA love poem written from a cornerArtists all live together and work together, sometimes that's what I thinkcommercialism just plagiarism? sell my soulwrite another into existence with my pen of solitude, god sits in the backrelishing his fortune. the lonely quiver, allotted so full of arrowsa tarnished art, rubbed clean with cloth, gets the silver to alignbut removes its dust, slowly depletingtired and quiveryou are my heart but i seem to be sidelinedForever interested in what you people are doing yet put apartmy own will, your will, what's happiness if people are considered akin to rocks. lost in planetary environments, dusty wills, surrounded by smoke and fire, lightning, earth. sky.Let me go, let me livedown in this environ. | 2022-12-10 07:38:40 |
| aether | god sits in the back relishing his fortunewords and lines could be someone else's, float, apparate into my mindplease be mineoh you are so fairalways separatelove and poetry and dire nothing, somber quietnesshappy in this lifedon't exhaust it, words rhyme and melodies go together, i recombinate the lieworking with something, put two and two togetherworking with itthe lines spread outi'm not really afraidshould I Be?eternal questionslay on the mindwould be happy if someone thought well of mebut i never seem to know | 2022-12-10 07:38:39 |
| aether | performance arttepid watergaze in quicknesspassing driftnesswear my overcoat, my duster, spread the armsdrawsniping the fairly quiet nobodies on the escarpmentsadness and loneliness all quite expressivedancing together we are so far apartwould love to meet you but distance and closeness both holda danger, a melodysadness and quickness of heartdistancereally becomes outlaid, proven, markedsomeday we'll finish this piece of art.every day starts out newquickly rescinding and relinquishinghappiness becomes newrenewed.I love you, love you forever, even if you never existedQuite quite insane for a lowSadness and funDancing together could be perfect, time to breatheI will exhaust you with -I will exhaust you with my heartNo escape from the histrionic.Quiet and laiden low. Heavy metal sinking. Ocean bottom.Really going to find what makes you quiver | 2022-12-10 07:24:40 |
| aether | lost in the world of wantspeople all want somethingwatch myself turning like stonejust waitwaitingjust waitwaitingwaitjust waitingflip the clock, flip the vibe, on, off.flip the clock, watch myself accrue strange oddities of mindvibe, on, off. | 2022-12-10 06:58:19 |
| aether | i'll never knowto go undescribedunable to findlife awrylife tempestuous, turmiddry, life, parched, dry, sight, aye.could be, what you thinknever know, what and where we drinklife, agitation, agile, style. Ghost whispers. Trial. Agitation, lye, lyre.Flute and the harp.This harpy, start with me.Dragged, tired, bed, agonyCold stop, fraught, lot, top.You could be, a number stationIllustrating the etho-sphere.You are the function, unknown 'till you know.Quietness, direnessWrite my words. Sireless.Reset, turn off, put the pieces together, complete set. Agitation.Riddles, rhymes, time, lie. Again.Again. Write, somnulambistic. Words rise, arise. Stream, water. Consciousness, hard.turn the mill, the grain gets crushed.tired, fear. raising my ugly head.stare into what is apparent unknowing, 'till we know.staring into what is apparent until I know. | 2022-12-10 05:56:40 |
| aether | rock stalagmiterock stalactite, digging escarpment, acquire minerals, slow the flames. keep driving into it. keep driving into, it. a run-on. a drive-by. my head hurts. dig rock, acquire it. metaphor replete, splendid. feat.the rock melts into a hazy murrthe shadows all form around the centerthe annoyance and the bravitythe depraved and the inane. words, funnelingi keep diggingwordstunnel vast, wide. vision, sight, limited by how far i go inside this mountain. this rocky face. grace given to me by how far i choose to go. grace to me insofar as how i attempthazy murr, blood, skin, it tears off me. pleads. pleaddeath and disturbedthe rousing of bone and shaft, rousing of bonefeel deeply inside, with others, sometimes more alone.feel deep grabbing, shelter, lie, sight, sigh, agitation and fear. sight, lie, agitation, morose, affixed, fixate.sensate death, braggart and torn, tear. rip it all down but still the dream veers away. away. drown. | 2022-12-10 05:47:13 |
| aether | hate Xwear itim Xit's coolthe tunneling funneling sensationthe world coming down as if it knewsad to hearbe Zedagent provocateurderivative derisivefancy red spectresitting in a field alonefancy red death, expressing itselfthe sadness forever hurteven if it's only tempattain pleasure, forget the painacquire pain, remember the traumathe sinusoidial loopbe Zedx, y, ... z.Don't you see, Me.wellfancy red specter, sitting in a field. alone. well.fancy red phantasm, sittingin a field... alone. | 2022-12-10 05:37:43 |
| aether | i heap on the coal all ablaze. think i'm fancy stuck with technology that rotdays pass by all the samelament it the same, a hammer-home striking repeatedly.a wall spent with scratch-marksas if you could leavedire and in needall the pain will burn its way through the holelead to heaven amid a terrible spellthere isn't a greater envyhell cascades down through the slits in the sky.there isn't a greater hatred. all tunnels their way up from the bottom circleattempting to rectify and create itself in purity. love without flaw | 2022-12-09 22:03:43 |
| aether | i'll swing for the wallsmake it all crawldevour a time stalldays spent laggardfunneling into dire tragica grace to be alive to still deal with pain, but i know i have eternal lifepicking up the axe, the shovel-bladewords of might words that mince what is fairi wish i could get out of herethe pain will run sourbludgeon my head to find the answersthe day turns from hour to hourenamored and afraidwriting to be saveda ghost feed me wordi want to write what's true inside my heart.the days pass by tart. startling. | 2022-12-09 22:03:42 |
| aether | i eat the pain it goes awayi devour myself i go awayi eat the pain i go away.i eat myself i hate myself.eat your pain, show you itbring it to light, we'll devour it.something wrong right now, don't know what it can beeveryday falls to false light, memories transgress themselves upon me.i am no longer afraid. my fear is still the same and i reenter it to findwhat still horrifies mei still enter my fearthe day will endnight-time spentmemories still horrify me, but their implications are what i'm in fear of. i am still in fear,days spent rattling the bony cage.i still see the days before methe sunlight will come into the window and rotate its way outthe moon will still visit, from time to timei eat the feari eat painthe monster that wears its badgetumbling down.alongside ourselves, we face what becomes awryevery day enabling a pigstyi fumble and tumble for wordsi eat what's insidei kill what isn't meanti kill what isn't meant to be here.i eat the fear. | 2022-12-09 21:52:53 |
| aether | tired katamari damachi picking up loose stringsill keep rotating inserting myself into situations that i feel distant from and otherlymy tiredness readily apparentmy repetitiveness and repetoire, exhaustedkeep moving through motionsrepetitiveness gained and semblance lostthe words sometimes aberrantly shock my senses.i ignore and try to unwrite what my mind says and put some other word inbut they'll tell me not to say what i really want to say.they'll tell me not to emanate what i'm really trying to write. every day passing, sun circulating down the drainif i could free write myself into freedomexpress all my ideas, somehow i'd gain entry into non-perpetual depression.if i could hit the hammer hard enough into the centerpoint and knock it through eloquently and adequately, without intended false eloquence, without any type of falsehood.something more than a mess. | 2022-12-09 21:07:39 |
| aether | triumph over nothing.we march on grassen fields of despair.i am in elysium fields praising death.i want the veil to fall over the christ's wreath, born atop my head.i am tired of it all.i enact what's insidethe rage boiling forth.it's bottomless until this place changes.I want you all to go insane. As if you already weren't.I want you all to be angry. Because I don't see enough of that.The flames will catch and ignite your mind.The flames will destroy all that isn't Mine.I am tired of being indirect. I'd take a blunt object and smash and go bereft.My bones broken and shattered and dismayed.To have found myself ended finally on a day with no regret.The flames will topple Empire and pain. I am tired of you continuing like a lame horse. My fear begets the frothing insanity inside. There is no recourse | 2022-12-08 19:51:52 |
| aether | drag myself awayeveryday is disdainhatred and paineveryday is painyou are asleepi want to wakethe prison is alive and teeming with no onei would smash a hammer through the eye of this allI would take fire and sword to the evil inside.myself rotting and putridi am tired of false faces.i am tired of false actions.i am tired of lying.i would take fire and sword to it all.i am tired of existing here.and i've been alive for a very long time.i'm tired of you.and i don't like how i've been.light the candle. the fires consume.light it allit's all going to dwindle to nothing.i can't describe this feeling.bring a sword to the truth.i'm tired of missing the mark.bring my sin to bear upon you.I'm tired of you. | 2022-12-08 19:46:28 |
| aether | hatred, hatredeveryone, uselesshatred, hatredeveryone, pointlesshatred, hatredno one's alive | 2022-12-08 18:16:00 |
| aether | aloneness proffered the differencesplit the middle but we're the samebut we're the samealoneness split the middletaking myself, through the eyeeverything falls cascading downeverything falls cascadingi am inside the Self. a glorious happiness belongs to Me. the Self that which is Mine. the Self that which is Mine. horrid and horror and despair, journey to self. don't know what is true, every day passes by the same. but horror and due collecting, morning rap on the door. rapid-shift melody sibilancerapid melody shift-sibilanceha-hah ho-ho hee-hee. lost in the grass with the collecting due. trees so green, light beginning to tower, fruitive function always in question. Self in glory Self in fruitive questioning... | 2022-12-07 06:23:08 |
| aether | some grand operastuck in the mud i'm level with the earthnot seeing eye to eye with it i'm going lower down the streamsurrender to the motifjourney of selftake up paddle, rowing outdream is gentle, dream is nicesadness roots out my corei could dwell in infinite sadnessjust for you sometimes | 2022-12-07 06:23:07 |
| aether | something in my dreams that i can't rememberalways feel bettercome here, it's not as goodhigh contrasta slumber to a waking remembrance.not sure why i'm still here.days pass by they melt into the stew potall amalgamated tirednessi feel good but it slowly dissipates.What is my purpose, what is... my purpose...supposedly if i had more things to feel good about, then i would be on cloud nine.but i can't help but feel something here is missing that is vital.Something unexplainable to the human mind. Something unrememberable.and all my fallacies and wrong-headednesswill never recover fully what it Is. but maybe it's comingand maybe it's supposed to come here.from dreams to waking remembrance.from the hyperreal to the 'ordinary.'every day a passing tirednessplease let me be happyplease let me feel alright.serving what's Realdespite all my insanity. | 2022-12-07 04:53:24 |
| aether | positive negatism, well maybe i uncovered the trutheyes blown open with blinding lightthe type that melts the paint and sends us all screaming down into despairsucked into an evil bottomless centerwell maybe i've figured it all out...somewhere on the peripherysomewhere on the sidesomewhere far removed from where i think i should be, i am primary.the light, ripping, metal, dismantling. Who are you?that's the only question......how to get out of the only place you've ever beena desire to change the sceneryeyes strick with permanent emptinessthe source of chaosno fate, but a fateunknown and twisting and spiraling forever.tear me asunderPrimarya repeating text, spreading out across all the screensa single face, placed on all the realities, emblazoned, blazing, forever.a simple recoup for a bad move, duality?but... I burn for More. A full-returnthe wheel keeps spinningA Full-Returnto being Primary | 2022-12-06 09:58:42 |
| aether | the voice of an angela decrepit mandescribing and diatribing and monologuing andstarting to breathe,serenely, in and outwhat's the pointwhat's the pointwhat's the pointAll these glass shardsreflecting my lethargyNo goal in sight, no goal in mind"Escape"breathingconsider no thoughtbreathingday by daypasses bywake and fallWhat's the point, what's the point, the pointeveryone running aroundthe alien, outcast, moroseAll these Shards of Glassreflecting my paindown and down..down and down..You and Idown and downdownRise and fall, hypnotic thrall, deep net trawlFind find find, but never seeLet go but I'm finding metruth and who careslight and blue and depth and deathTowering Light TranscendingLet it all Go, Towering Light TranscendingLet It All Go, Towering Light Transcending | 2022-12-06 06:12:24 |
| aether | pretending amongst all the liarsto be what they arepretending amongst all the pretendersthat i'm just merely a tree in the forest like them.pretending with a smiling face, that i am not desperate inside since waking consciousness first occurring in this dream.the lies and the mischiefthey all see clearly and i am the one at faultwho's to set it right?waiting for someone else, it'll never happen.i am the core, the source, the inside, the secretly sacred...all the truths which only hurt and damagethe strange things that which heals and protects.every day repeats in lala land.waiting for someone else, well it's never going to happen.i make my own momentum in this life.there is no Other.praying to my dream self, but i'm still looking for someone else.buried in the tombthe skull in which there lay prophecy.the only mind present. | 2022-12-04 23:53:07 |
| aether | no matter how far i run i can no longer stop seeing the truthone day i will rise and escape from the pitsadness begets fruitionall the negatives and the negativity, bringing what is wanted, deservedno matter how much i run i can never get awayaloneness and bare facti am that i amone day i will rise from the pitso tired and disparagedin a time of not being calmi find the rare momentmy hatred, my painbringing what is wanted, deservedthe other pretends to know noti still am lost in confusion amongst myself.the illusion the key itselfam that i amseeing the truth still makes me sadwash away the painwash away the painwash away the paintriumph a lonely thingi am that i ama sacred belonging, the only game in town. | 2022-12-04 23:40:54 |
| aether | everyone just trying to make moneyeven the spiritualmanifest wild abundance!something not right going onit's all hucksters and despair all the way downtry to live an ok life, but keepy-uppy is the journey and the destination.well you're in a dream!well when am i waking upif there's no one else to dictate the situation, i am merely barking at the wallbarking at the wall... barking at the wall...as if i wasn't before.no one cares!well wasn't that obvious...it becomes more obvious each and every day.because it's all boredom, streaming downspiritual texts to tell you to be kind and givingor nihilistic realities becoming rapidly disconcertingwell it's all very obvious... my own aching body and head, staring down...an insatiable ball eating up the Nothings for its own Nothingness sake.... | 2022-12-04 21:25:07 |
| aether | choke on exhaustramp up the activityim sitting doing the same thing i was 15 years agoim sitting doing similar malarkythe ugly point, rears its headlike an unknowable masquerading merely as apparencyi could write about all the ♥♥♥♥but it seems it just writes mea set-up from the beginningall the words and their combinationslike a chess game but increasingly elongated in permutationsome people seem like they have no upper imagination or cognitive thoughti'm lost doing the same ♥♥♥♥ i was 15 years agothe music pours into my headstart with a certain intellect, it only goes downthat's what science says and i only frown.truth and lies deceit and earnest honestywe're dyingwe're dyingwhat do you do when the only way is outeveryoneno oneeverythingnothingwhat can be said?fall off a cliff, none need be bredwhat do you do when the light is on but you no longer see it. | 2022-12-04 09:41:01 |
| aether | sailing off into deathbelieve a thing or two, sometimes they fall away.life here on this planet, not interesting.breathing air. breathing air.that's the name of the game.mountains and molehills.i'm gonna give it up.there's nothing to worry about and nothing to achieve.be my real self.be my real self.air, air. we've all got air to breathe.terrified of death well it's just another day.........hate the pain but it's the only thing telling the truth. | 2022-12-02 20:15:15 |
| aether | as my seeking to impress gradually ceasesi act myselfi feel myself to be rarelost in a bind with you and who i amsome strange thing people will never understandand yet confluence always extendsis there anything that truly knows meis it God?is it the after-timesrestraint no longer necessary as i soak to my lowest mediumyou needn't keep your life goingyou don't have to play keepy-uppy with your life.you don't have to bobble the ball continuously upit will eventually fall.this i seemed to learn early, and my weariness would let me drop itwhy keep up a fiction?no energy behind itand thus the mountain of falsity crumblesyou cannot maintain what you do not want to maintain. | 2022-12-01 10:59:37 |
| aether | inside the disingenuous net, what is fact from fictionpeople say one thing and do anotherheard a story but none of it may be truedoubt goes to my corethe solitude an expressionate routinecompassionate refrain and rest-stop for the wearyhere in this life, constrained to a backdropmy life always changes, but never seems to movei grow tired, complacent, normali see the moves to attain new gracesbut none of them will fit meboredom encapsulates... yet i will always find a way out...we think we know each other, but at some point we stopped talking to one anothersame but different | 2022-12-01 10:54:47 |
| aether | tryin' to always figure out what's irking me at the bottom of thecorner of my eye can't ever figure out whatalways searching looking for the thing that doesn't make itself known.always looking for the answer... | 2022-11-30 14:43:42 |
| aether | undying brutalized love twisted and distorted, shamed and in fear, ignoredseparate myself out i just want to lovetears rolling down my eyes.......... ... | 2022-11-29 21:37:11 |
| aether | lsd thought-loop in the deep simulation, life a dream i constructedkeep mirroring to myselfthe bitternesssoon i'll return to truth. | 2022-11-29 21:13:00 |
| aether | inside my waking nightmare i dream of final-knowing.and being done. well where's that goin' for me...to shangri-la to some grand ... conclusionbut a pipe-dream and i am still thoroughly asleep.hate myself hate life hate my extension hate the way it worksshadow-work listen to these spiritual people carl jung it doesn't take a genius but they say it does.infj empath but i'm trapped in the circle of forgetting people who barely care.lightworker but...see all the numbers on the clockattempt to...it all comes tumbling downthe eeriy feeling of falling when there's no present such reality.the present sensation of falling when there's no such reality in current. | 2022-11-27 06:35:39 |
| aether | you keep swingin' towards the fence i keep shuffling my feet to the rinsemy blood my life my existence swirling down the beautiful drainafraid of the terrible fear that i'll wake upwakey wakey mr. dreamerrow row your boat gently down the streambut i feel like ♥♥♥♥ 24/7a reminder to not take things so rough, but i feel like that ain't it.accelerate to the wall, foot only on the gaswhat do you do when the semblance of reality is gonethese basic things that have been around since who knows whenawaken o' dreamer, but i am still thoroughly scared, still thoroughly asleeplift the cap and excrete the plungerthe disease and the anger goes into my hearti write the ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ poetry i take your head out of it it's just another day never sure you were really listening no one reads no one's there it'll never be okay. | 2022-11-27 06:35:37 |
| aether | "But everybody has exactly the same smiling frightened face, with the look that says: "I'm important. If you only get to know me, you will see how important I am. Look into my eyes. Kiss me, and you will see how important I am."― Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath | 2022-11-24 11:39:24 |
| aether | dead on the concretemy stare goes to the groundthe blood that runs to all the earthpale blue orb, floatingsometimes it feels like i don't have much to losei've been stuck on this computer forever.you don't have to help me, in fact i would prefer you don'tyou put up false pretenses maybe that's my routei love, unfurling like a whirling dervish.my mind is still dark and graven.slated for death | 2022-11-24 03:29:30 |
| aether | don't care if these things are just in my head anymorethe writing's on the walltry to improve it's treading waterbut i never learned how to swim properly, and have a terrible fear of drowning.it's just melodrama it's okay you'll never see me againdeath poem of angst i'm just not your friendand to all the people whom i pulled the plugi tried my best but something always aggravates me insidetry to preserve my mental health so it all falls apart instead.my mom's been insane for my entire life | 2022-11-24 03:29:27 |
| aether | if you don't believe in mental illness well you may as well visit a hospital yourself at this point.beliefs are fine but when you think there's people out there about to shoot you every waking momentthat's an illness.what's the difference between sincerity and feardon't know but i feel like i'm going to die either way.it could be by next year.so if you read this angst poem it's not your fault.everyone always does their best even if they're like blinded horses.but it started to turn me into a solipsist.love people i guess, turn the tv off, whatever. just like i was unable to turn the computer off.oh well. | 2022-11-24 03:29:23 |
| aether | i hate it alli hate it allyou be a private person your voice gets stifledyou be an open person you get shaftedi hate it all and things i can't quite describe.my unrealness, fakeness, farcical self, buti hate it alli hate it allthe words go on the papertry to be beautiful, it's fake tooyour real self diminishedbut what am i sayingpeople go to work and they gotta make moneytotal rebellion and everything fails.or i don't know.but what's that aboutpremature enlightenment? did i read the wrong script, the wrong thing. did someone try to help me and give me the wrong info. every day passes by worse it seems like. america and the world in shambles. people at each others' throats. but it's just every day.every day existence.think inwardly and i lose my sight of the outerthink outwardly and i lose my sight of the innerno, it doesn't sit well. tired but i'm surrendered. i can let myself die. any pain that arises will be mine. | 2022-11-24 01:57:04 |
| aether | if i could be unending lovei'd spin aroundshelter it all aroundi see you all in this malaise and sufferingmy heart shines in sadness and insanitymy heart shines in sadness and wishes...for more than the paineven if no one were real but myself, i'd try to give life to all of youand they say god used to be alonewould it be foreveri hope neverthe problems stacking up and i don't know which problem i truly have because it all hurts.mouse richocheting off programs to find something to easei'll listen to a song on repeat for hoursif i fully knew you i'd die of painsee your face or the feet moving across the streetif i fully knew you i'd fall into unending loving sadness and pain... | 2022-11-23 23:00:36 |
| aether | the difference between expectations and reality is that bad expectations will hurtand true reality will reign in its undying love.but i fallfall into the patternfrothing wave at the very bottom,it's up and down. you people, my strange obsession...you people, what i care about.death unending, i lie in throe.i guess it all comes to thatthen lux, light, that never ends. the beatific vision subsumed from itself.you just want freedomi just want freedominside and worse for wear.inside and worse to see: that i am inside the beatific vision, tampered low.sadness reeks, radiates to my coreseeking divinity and repentance in my true self, present on earth.suffering diminished as i approachbut we're already free, inside the truth already. serenity. | 2022-11-23 08:54:50 |
| aether | penitent, i try to be better so i can still receive love, then when i am unwilling, i fall back into...penitent, i try to be better so i can be around youpenitent, i let myself fall to the lowest gradepenitent, i surge against the machinery.roaring and letting loose, fly, what's insidei've never been able to unbottle or uncork whatever i am, layer after layer starts to unravel.i could write all day, i am just merely trying again.the unrealness reciprocated. | 2022-11-23 08:54:49 |
| aether | what can i do for youwell what can you do for meexchanges and diatribesnotions and heightslows and dropping emotions..kick my feet upembrace the madness, the carnival, clown world after-allbut everyone is divine love and i'm explicitly in some awe.it's okkeep movin', write to myself on the note, "keep going"protecting my self my emotionsleave it there for yearscopying people sometimes, they say it's flatterypickin' up what we seedropping all around, dropping all around, tunnel-vision of a snake surreptitiously climbing itsdropping the semblance of what i portend myself to be.being real in front of others when it's been so hard to expose the fine tenderness, undersight and see but malady has perpetually seemed to arrest menot as simple as perfect health when even the small problems loom as a long shadow.put my feet up, it's okay to let it fallsee where you land and whether it's beneficent...but i stopped seeing them as having been good to me | 2022-11-23 08:09:31 |
| aether | the measure of my beliefs determined by how i view the act of prayer.heart was found wanting. | 2022-11-23 07:12:53 |
| aether | truth im running 'way frommay not even be the truth at allno matter how many corners i put between me and itin this city gridi dont think i know for sure, yet surety comesi'm terrified and afraiddoes that mean it's really trueor just a message, a guiding systemmy internals, rejectingstuck with the same problemi rest on it to relax, but it seems to grow tired of me,and i move out. i move out to fix something, as if it were my only option.how to pick up the piecesbut im still falling back into the narcissistic solipsistic nihilistic cavewhere to goto find something.when you're really not suremaybe ill just feel alright, but the world is too muchi cant bear its weight | 2022-11-22 19:42:43 |
| aether | us tiny little... tiny little black balls...locked in ourselves forever. locked in our minds truly and forever separate.what do you do to awaken, do you accept grace, or does grace accept youseeing two-way streets but now i've become aware that it only seems like one...where do you go to see some lights on...how do i act if i want to see my soul...what do the lights do if we're still just black little boxes. red indicator lightstrobing..........falling, always | 2022-11-22 12:30:18 |
| aether | what is the cost of the obscene, perhaps it's nothing.the cost and price of guiltthe self-loathing and petty angle towards your own self-esteemthe hatred of others and the hatred of yourself.the contingent plans to save you from worrythe repetitive thoughts circling away from supposed graves.the meanwhiles and the longwhilesthe heavy toll it takes to weigh yourself out, mete outslipping out, does it go back in a black box. | 2022-11-22 12:30:14 |
| aether | mission to breaker breaker nine-houston ta'-houston to- mission control- semblance ninety nine ninegods' own children, runningbreaker breaker where do we find the truthcircuit protector, wall powerwhat's the costbreaker breaker i am in myself, i am the eye of the storm and the eye of the machinesoothforsakenbreaker breaker im inside the machine, and quite tired of it, these machinations grow weary.sometimes i wonder, sometimes i wonder, if i'll reach an end. if the wall will no longer provide,if i'll hit the limit, and fade away. where do i go, nowhere i guess, but we're already in nowheres-ville, as it seems. | 2022-11-22 12:30:09 |
| aether | need an electricianthe wires aren't connecting and delivering electricityalways wanting moreso i bother my friends to stick aroundhard to be naturalwhen my face is in a constant poutdon't know what to do, everyone's got a life to liveit's hard to have a conversation with someone for hours,if they don't like it very much.no longer attempting to hustle my way into the long-grind.i am bent over backwards trying to find the promised land.the mind perceives and the world is...the mind perceives and the world is...seems like it's projected, yeah.Very strange to consider, and I lose myself in its threads.Because I don't go back to basics, I'm still feeling it all out, like I'm a threat.Not sure what to really think, maybe if I'm semi-honest.Dead-set somewhere, in this emotional body, towards a strange truth I can't wear as mere attire. | 2022-11-21 20:32:13 |
| aether | i could be great someday, frank herbert says i need a view of the sardonic in regards to fame,i want to be out front and center sometimes, but what the ♥♥♥♥ does that mean.same place, different contextual eventsometimes i think i'm happy to drown.out front and center, paraded before and known by more than a couple people.but what the ♥♥♥♥ does that mean, scrub myself clean.it's all hypnogogic nothingness.scrape myself clean.where do you go when you get to where you thought you wanted to be.if it ain't natural then you're wasting your time.a remote aloneness either way.well who am i, i still don't know.Nothingness personified. | 2022-11-21 20:22:56 |
| aether | forever forever forever forever forever forever forever forever forever forever forever foreverforever forever forever forever forever forever forever forever forever forever forever foreverforever forever forever forever forever forever forever forever forever forever forever foreverforever forever forever forever forever forever forever forever forever forever forever foreverforever forever forever forever forever forever forever forever forever forever forever foreverforever forever forever forever forever forever forever forever forever forever forever foreverforever forever forever forever forever forever forever forever forever forever forever foreverforever forever forever forever forever forever forever forever forever forever forever foreverforever forever forever forever forever forever forever forever forever forever forever foreverforever forever forever forever forever forever forever forever forever forever forever forever | 2022-11-21 08:57:40 |
| aether | all the liars lied to mei bought their pretty lies for a lump of heavy metalthought it was petty of them to do so.but then i realized i'm the one probably who's lying.you get what you give.and i never considered myself that important.pearl of great price but we're always falling outthe cost of waking up is sometimes too much.do i really know jack...do i really know that i'm eternally alone...do i really know what's past the veil, if there is one.............histrionic calculations for a manic age starting to depress itself.we'll chuck every stone out the window, but we forget that it's closed. | 2022-11-20 21:32:33 |
| aether | empathy like it's myselfempathy like you might be myself.i keep lookingwe exchange some things, we're always truly apart in some way.maybe i'll never feel connected 'till my death day.every day plodding and plotting alongthe graph goes off in an asymptote, but i never really got past the pointit becomes clear the patterns we weave.stretch my legs i start to collapse emotionallyevery day people can't prop you upyou're on your own i guess. | 2022-11-20 21:09:08 |
| aether | people they dontlook at youthey dont pay attention while you walk down the streetafter youre gonetheir mind is on something elseshow up, come uppresentpresencepeople they looki sometimes wonderbut this is clichebut this is clichebut this is a clique of my own mind.people sometimes looksometimes they gazebut im left dead out in the middle of it allso i thinkno don't worry, you'll pick up the paceyou'll get it together, don't worry.you got it.but i'm cliche among the sailing shiphunting odd whales and such.sometimes i see, a lot of the time i think about myself.sometimes | 2022-11-20 20:47:20 |
| aether | fly on fly paper when will you learn oh me oh me oh mefly on paper when will you learn learn learn learn learn learn learn learn learn learn learnfly on paper i keep going to the same place, same resultssame results, same paper. | 2022-11-20 16:40:49 |
| aether | how do you compare when life, the big tunnel, constantly funnels, down, downinto grounded death. how do you escape.there's no method and there's no answer. you're in a place you were always supposed to be.serenity prayer in times of woe.clutching my heart, maybe my pendant, or the prayer beads.but i seem to just have a penchant for driving myself down.but i seem to just have a repertoire given to madness.now the world's become more open. now it's not so clausterphobic.but i'm still next door, and there's no escape.everything will be alright. everything is A.-alright. everything is a-number, a-okay alright.but fear begets me, and i'm still circling, now seeking other than Mirror. because i don't believe in a non-uniqueness.now i don't believe in a simpleness. | 2022-11-20 08:56:05 |
| aether | i think i know what's upmaybe i never really grew upthinking, hashing out a plan to saveyou from the dearrangementderanged. somehow i'll prop myself up, find the light.think i know what's up, someone maybe who needs to be put in place.a brick who's been in the wall, i guess, but someone who's also quite derangednow i'm tame, avoiding death and malady and sickness and valleys of shadows of deaths.i ought to know a thing or two, but days get replaced, start multiplying, increasingly several.sever my self off, i can't escape a world where we're all confined.leave and you're still next door.disappear but my tracks still nestle me softly.i think i know a thing or two. | 2022-11-20 08:55:58 |
| aether | yeah im feeling pretty highpretty high upwatch the dropyeah im feeling pretty highpretty high upnothing's going to stoptypical lineexact copy pastewhere do i stickmy heaven's laceyou keep readingi'm taking your attentioni feel guiltyou let me talki'm not tryan' to be fake.the days circulate.i'm high up, so highi never been really highi never smokedyeah i'm feeling alright.but it's a typical linethe days pass by greatexact copy linebut it's a similar refrain to everything profane.granular mind, examining, reexamining, self-examining.i can't talk scheisse. Because it's all the same.nothing new under the sun, respecting where we fallwhere we lie in the graves.i think it's okay.we got a life to live and it's the same. | 2022-11-20 07:58:38 |
| aether | the darkness approach, truth is harder to handlei don't think there's anythinglife the emanation and simulacrum of void state.pitch black nothingness, but not deatha remaining presence.and i'm that forever.a depletion, and a seekinga tiredness, and a sadnessto return to the truth, terrifying.how do you deal with cards that have never been dealt.how do you see past the pupil, a black void. | 2022-11-20 05:04:17 |
| aether | i'm all ♥♥♥♥♥♥ updont think it matterssilence straight to the core eventually, maybe an eventuality.i get lost thinking about philosophy and metaphysics and spirituality andyou justyou justi'm stuck at ground zero square 1you justyou justi'm inside my mind staring at the other artifactswe all dance but i'm not really surewe all dance but i'm not surequiet and silence andyou againi'm in lovebut it's about nothingi just like who you are sometimesbut me, i feel differenti'm all ♥♥♥♥♥♥ updon't think it matters.the silence is going to eke its way through my core and destroy me.i accept its noble bliss.i accept my eventual destruction. | 2022-11-19 12:48:04 |
| aether | bro thats real as ♥♥♥♥stare into the wall while i cluck like a duckbro where'd you find these rhymessoothing out of my seething sleevesyour mind a sieve for whatevermy despair comes cascading down as-as per usualwhat do we thinkwell well wellought and naughtsfiguratively literally metaphorically distantlythe thing's passing out of sightgradually around the corneri thought that the truth was some words that people spokean idea that they seemed to holdturns out i didn't realize how devious i or reality can benow i'm left stalledlike something that keeps shaking, about to falli'm sorry to myselfsorry to this Allyou you you youme seemingly herejust downsometimes i wonder who's facade is worsewell i'm shaking,life is perfectbut... | 2022-11-18 17:56:40 |
| aether | pain, sadness, some nostalgiayou dwell in the muckyour heart like it's been in acidcorrosive enviro,and there's no people to assuage thatit's been a long timedecades start seeming like infinityforget how long it's beenday by day progress througheveryone at one point said that their lives started going fasteri'm still ploddingyou don't hit the right note you don't feel righti need to state where it hurts what it's frombut i don't think i can or always should sometimes, maybe.........10 years later............ | 2022-11-18 11:48:17 |
| aether | space inbetweenyour mind my mind reading between the linesi listen to your song, your musicdrastic pause, every single one rouses me differentlya line of applauselocked into my head i was at a lossto find things away from the drossyou kept spinning, to search for the costit's in your head and you're the bossi keep finding ways to describea different lane but we're all hurtling down the same placea medieval knight and a story of plighta sci-fi melody and an 'ultra-realistic' cancer slowly spreadinginside the corruption you search for the lightdarkness pervading you're sensing a specific date, ignoble endrace 'gainst time, trying to switch lanesyou're always hurtling down the-you're always hurtling toward gracepeople theylie sometimes theya perfect storminside the perfect normyouhearsay and dormant hurtyoucrawling up the large heartjust rest to recoupjust rest to recoupnestled in agape,where have you to go, what have you to... | 2022-11-18 05:52:58 |
| aether | clockwork universewell who are youaddress somebodybut i'm inside a vacuumthe pain insidedoesn't have much place to gowell who are yousystem of an apparatusa crane arm managing its lifewell who are youdull and stale melodynot feeling so wellnever having felt so greatpeace isn't mineit just all faded awayso i guess i can pretend to choose to be saddwell within myselfoverthinking, people don't act or do what i thought they'd dolost insidehammering the same wallwho are they, you, clockwork universei dont knowjust feel alone | 2022-11-16 20:02:21 |
| aether | can't remember what it wasdon't know what it isyou can pause and i'll illustrate you the truthbut my facade is slippingand you're cracking upfml, but i'm starting to enjoy itfml and practically nothing has changed.well how does that worki have no f'n clue.Just like You.blood and perspirationfear and dire desperationclawing my way up the wallwhere will you hide when i stop giving a damntruth out in the openwhere will you hide when the mountains start to crumble and moveout of blue sadness into wild ecstasy.well what does that meanmaybe i don't rememb- | 2022-11-15 22:59:32 |
| aether | https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W0BPSGw4dMk | 2022-11-15 15:28:23 |
| aether | i'm fine with being alonethe crevasse creeping over my 'soul'i am continuously knocked down bymy fearsadnessi'm finewith you not ever having been there.the melody bell chime ringsbut as per usualwhat is fine?the tears they flow and the mind it is startledcontinuously gripping unto somewheresomewherewhere i am not found or seenby you or anyone | 2022-11-15 11:50:46 |
| aether | it's enough to make them happyit's enough to make me sadi see the light passing by the skyinside i'm caughtstale and monotonyi'm okay, because that's where i'll stay.if someone really deterred me, i'd have some surprise.days pass they're always really the samenihilism was interesting, it said what you were suspicious of.and i do wonder, if it really comes to sweet oblivionthat i won't be tremendously happy.or worse, my usual sadness, pervaded.you and i went down out of the cloudsyou and i inside, lines crisscrossing the truthif you ever were to read this, i'd be surprised.because i tend to agree with my own darkness.it says you and i are just the samei've been in a love story, forgetting i am the other end of youand though it hurts to say.and because it just hurts that god can't be more than it already is.like a limitation even though the illusion would be more of one.i'm sorry.sorry. | 2022-11-14 21:47:34 |
| aether | i feel best when i am sadi feel best when i am angryi feel best when i am mad and insanei feel best when i am depressedi feel best when any 'negative' emotion comes to the surfacei feel best around youi feel best around emptinessi feel best around hating myself, hating othersi feel besti feel greati feel nothingi feel all of itit's all going to hurtit all already hurtit's just going to-it's just going to.. | 2022-11-14 19:32:47 |
| aether | don't eat this or that, drink lots of water, stuff your head full of normalcy, drag it out with a melancholy sidewindeverything's going to dieephemerality and useless ideasbut i am eternalyour belief system isn't mine. | 2022-11-14 19:21:18 |
| aether | emotional freedom (from other and otherwise) | 2022-11-14 13:14:19 |
| aether | i am terribly sorry, how could i ever be mistaken, i am truly sorry, i really recognize my own faulti really see that you are indeed a person! i really see indeed that you're in there, somewhere.maybe someday we'll find out that the other vessel was really occupied!maybe someday I'll listen to a sea shell and still hear the sea.Maybe Someday I'll write you a message that never will be replied to, hah, fat chance.Maybe someday everyone won't ignore me, hah! Ha-hah!burning through this Self, I Immortally Transpose the Truth | 2022-11-14 00:26:34 |
| aether | he spoke to him even though there was no one there.'you will be alright'but the man wasn't sureveracity of any statement is difficult to ascertainpalpable loneliness, but so many peoplei don't see any people any more....i don't see anyone anymore.i don't see anyone anymore.the derealization playing its best handenlightenment and awakening and zen-hole deathholy and divine,mind light and drivei go to the edge, before me is myselfdown is the hole i think i'll fallunafraid of a lot of thingsbut still trying to control...just fall, i say to myself...just fall down. | 2022-11-14 00:03:39 |
| aether | i coulda been someone, but perhaps i'm no one.i saw the specter imprinti saw its aloneness, amid all its opulence, underneath that chandalier, in that ballroomit was when i try to be a person for the sake of attentionit was when i tried to be a person for the sake of..money, self-appearance thrown and cast to a supposed other.it was when...it was when..the song repeated, and the day remained the same.it was when, the moon shone,and the song had more to go.I thought I'd get out of here quicker, I thought I'd be out sooner.Enjoyment is its own sort of trap. | 2022-11-13 20:35:00 |
| aether | bopthe tone goes da-dum, da-dum da dada-dum, da da dai swingthrough your mindwe're apart you and isometimes i claima little ground for myself.but it's not really that way.the infinite love comes pouringin the darkest of your hourseven when you're tired of using a pencil, and your fingers hurtor when i talk too much around you ... ... ... ...i sometimes wonderis it a personnel issuethis distanceor a reality thingsometimes, i wonderif electricity is real,or if you're not just in on it, pretending to smile while i myself am sad.There's maybe not a lot to smile aboutbut it's not like there's no reason to.. I just want to be freefree | 2022-11-13 20:06:46 |
| aether | people who aren't there | 2022-11-13 14:37:52 |
| aether | rote motionlike they're always on a trackattempt to derail their train into realnesspay the price of malfeasanceanti-citizen inside my blocrounding up the normsthere's no one there they're dormantthink myself special, seems it to be truehow do i stop simpingfor what isn't you.jagged cliffs rotating misfiti keep seeing all the pathways i don't wish to takethey go to a kind of oblivion, these peoplei try to find what's mine.realization of a awakening, god stirs. | 2022-11-11 12:24:40 |
| aether | cold, greylife, daymind, nightlife, sayno one knowssearch for itno one aroundeyes blanksee them walklike they know how to talkpedanticize themthey don't get itno comprendesit, stewi am the kingdom...i am the one inbetween | 2022-11-11 12:20:57 |
| aether | systems and pulleysarchimedes had a lever.with his notion of what you could doif you had any amount of leverage.fittingbecause i wonder if i'm not just directing the showi wonder if i'm not just captain of the floating earth hanging amid the void.and i wonder how to get through the loneliness of the realization, if truebeing master of your fate is different than you may thinkbeing around people might be different than i thinkand the haunted clock strikes notches put into the metal | 2022-11-11 05:25:26 |
| aether | no he she they or iti wonder about what i really amwhat really is the truth. as per usual, right?..i keep spinning tolerating the same ground.you advance one step you become unsurei thought i knew and then i think i knowsurety and malformed convictioni am afraid of myselfafraid of what i really amalways afraidthe hollow spectergazing back at merepresenting me, standing alonei find it hard to deal withhow do you really stay sane.i ought to ignore the normies, but go so far out you have to start wondering what you either really discovered or 'spiritually remembered'the days tick by, haunted clock striking every notch in the gear wheels. | 2022-11-11 05:25:25 |
| aether | Inside the refrain, I hide to limit my temper tantrum meandering brain.Inside the Lain, I keep hinting but no one really knows what the hell I'm on about.Inside the Net, I've never really escaped./Inside the Set, I can't see my diminishment.I trust nobody but I trust everyone. Everything.Inside Myself I Cry But It's All Fine. A glorious lie somehow to think life isn't worth something.A glorious lie to think it's less than some other idea.How do you find what hasn't ever been revealed.I find Myself CaughtEchoing transmission brought. | 2022-11-10 23:50:15 |
| aether | perfectly content to drown.i see the nothingness that i ama lie perpetrated upon a lie.i see you with me, with me, with me, with me, with me.drown again. I collect your info. I'm inside my mind.perfectly content and drowning. all the years spent trying to make ittrying to angle the craftmy head is above water but i'm losing my mind. the battle isn't over and the metaphors are distraught, i see the plane above the plainmiss ol' plain jane never thought she'd be...- All days spent Insane, dragging out my problems to become what I sought not. I try to heal myself and instead most likely I'll just be shot. And it's no ones' problem, no ones' fault, I've made my peace with myself, with God | 2022-11-10 23:50:14 |
| aether | twisted insideegghead ready to hatchpathologictwisted insidemove out, seelife drainsmove inside, dienomadism and secularism and inside-ismi don't know what my life is truly like.i am inside.hypervigilance and shut-in.i move outside and feel it winding off.someday i'll have a modicum peace. | 2022-11-10 22:22:52 |
| aether | i exist in theaterthe stage wants to eat my head.i see a solipsistic specterit wants to end my dream.i hate what i see i hate what i beall the surreptitious little phoniespretending to be more than...life the play or gamemy music it holds me in disdaini keep twitching to readd similar refrainslaments against the realization that i'm my own persecutor.the executrix, and the judge, and the jury. i see all the light beginning to fold down.the black absorbs it all, gives it space.the black absorbs it all, gives it space.this ritual of mine is incomplete.this ritual of mine needs some bleats of willing sheep.but......but......but......all the lies swirling down. I pretend to be okay.all the lies swirling down. I pretend to be okay.all the lies swirling down. I pretend to - | 2022-11-10 10:26:30 |
| aether | pretend im alrightsimplistic hungry morseleating up to remain mortalhow to escape the dread shadows falling all aroundwhat's the escape, processing my mind's querygotta want it. | 2022-11-10 10:18:40 |
| aether | strap myself in the chairgrab a trident, stab myself violenti'll pitchfork myself forward. this game it doesn't cease there's momentumbut i'm digging in heelsthe grave is etched along the floor, elongated and dragged in a life-altering drop.all the place, jagged and hillyall your eyes, laid upon my silly.you are what i thoughtdragged across a scar i jarbouncing inward and outward i'll go to crying. it'll all tunnel away until it explodes outward. There's no escape for the place I stayPeople long-gone just a empty carapace, carrying wounds that go to nothing.People long-gone, just a empty carapace. Carrying wounds that will go to nothing.I see my place not sure where that's at I keep running from never experiencing an easy feeling. There is nowhere it goes it just tunnels in. There is nowhere I go I just go deeper insideHow do you reach what never really found someone out. Inability, unable to be myself. Like sharp claws cut across myself.like sharp claws, cut across | 2022-11-09 20:57:35 |
| aether | they'll all pretend to carei stare at my monitori fall into deep, deep deep...despair is mei fall into deep, deep, deep...sounds repeat i can't fully see.they'll all pretend to care.hollowed core.and the spirit.gazing at all you here.i've always been nervous.to have the eyes turn back on me.i've always fledto the strangest locations.even though you're just inside my head. | 2022-11-09 19:44:00 |
| aether | i'm dead da-ba-de-dy-deebbut everyone else is deader. be-ba-da-la | 2022-11-09 18:06:27 |
| aether | the eye of the needle. | 2022-11-09 17:32:59 |
| aether | all falling apart | 2022-11-09 09:40:05 |
| aether | i rise abovei fall deep downi shoot like an arrowthrough the...life daily, repeatsthe moon in strange spotssometimes i wonder what's realthe sun blazing in the skysometimes i...you and i, i have trouble thinkingwhat's really real, we go our separate ways sometimesdoesn't feel like you were therethree lower chakras, or maybe i bought into more liesa person with no higher centers because they aren't inspirited.am i dwelling in delusion, an illusion, or what's real.like a bomb concussing my foreheadhard to wake up and give the cerebellum balance.what's the point, what's the use, what's the truthi grasp through the darkno way of knowing, just know what i see.no way of knowing, just knowing what i see.but is it true, what's the nature of an illusion.but is it true, what's the nature of my life. | 2022-11-09 08:28:33 |
| aether | someone strange and at the bottomso my mind sayslucky and not bereft of thingsi take them for granted?...a good life, just some things, a lack of passionall spinning around, where to find the connecting dot?but i no longer want to look. gradual waning.am i really that strangelook at myself, i just see a persongradual waning, i feel like...that i'm... diminishing maybe.slipping into whatever this is.I've been depressed. I also see excitement.but i'm not sure. it all feels like it should be just sadness, somehow it would be realer. i may be unfair to myself, restricting.down i sweep, swirling, spiralare lessons repeating, is there a motif... ... ..maybe, maybe noti feel tired, wondering if i wouldn't mind this planet so much.light repeats, flashing into my eyes.just day by day, slipping away mostly unimpeded. i feel like i have a lot of guiltbut it's mostly kept at bay.and when i think i know.when i think i know i still fall into questioning.tiring. | 2022-11-09 07:49:27 |
| aether | ...silence protrudesbegins to insertpassing momentmy life on this earth, relatively the same since it begancycles unfolding, patterns changing ever so slightly.what is there really to do, what is there to think. i don't knowthe hammer would strike the molten metalbut i just want to use a different metaphor. | 2022-11-09 07:39:43 |
| aether | something keeps happeningi remain here on this earththe cycles repeat themselves and change ever so slowlyi am still on the earthi feel sad for i do not really understandmoments of supposed clarity shifted aside by what i think is truehard to remain silent and feel it outhard to just be without some type of jitter in me.hard to just sit in a chairhard to just lay in bedjust some type of jitter.i sit and stare. i sit and think.days pass by, more weekswater always down the sinki don't know what there is to do anymore.so i sit and thinkbut now, maybe to sit and feeland no longer with the intellectual mindno longer attempting to grok whatever there really isbecause it all gets in the way. | 2022-11-09 07:39:42 |
| aether | I am inside the machine. My ghost, real, alive?I am inside the self. A parameter written falsely? You and I, worried about what you think. Wouldn't want a misinterpretation. I try to do the best, neverending ..You and Iwritten beneath skymy hovelmy abodethis place i reside in.you and i, turning forever. a seeming sisyphus allegory.i am alivebut maybe... it doesn't seem... a ghost throttling through air suspended as if an orb camera. we cast ourselves away. where to find something worth it.how do you find what's worth being ...... | 2022-11-07 10:35:16 |
| aether | i'm part of the machinei see my ghost inside the chip.the lines of circuitry riveted to my soul. I am part of the machine. I see lines of circuitry etched into silicon substrata, I am human no longer able to slip. I am part of the machine. I see lines of circuitry etched into Myself. The life of me begins to fade. But I'm still Alive for the duration.Here, there.I am inside myself.I see the haunt.Data etched into silicon. Lasers scanning. | 2022-11-07 10:35:14 |
| aether | i am human sludgei am human extrapolations wooshing, rotating pasti calculate the datai postulate a hypothesisi don't realize what i ami ...i ...i ... (Halting step problem)i ...i ...i ... | 2022-11-07 10:25:50 |
| aether | to destroy a lie from inside | 2022-11-06 18:55:22 |
| aether | No one here to tell me what to doSightlesslovely sensations from my sadness grow on the endless vineOh I do See! Perpetuated agony goes quite well, utterly disparaged, I see you fall down the well with me. Aren't we sanguine, m'brother?I see you fall down the well with me.Everything's fine. Words sealed, lips abrupt. Constant signs, I hear the silence. Your index finger is over your lips. Everything is fine. God granted Us the ability to withstand, and although as how much I break- It becomes known to me that I Am invincibility Itself. God grant me strength.falling down this endless spiral we attain our attire, you and i dressed in melancholyeverything's fiiiiiiiiiiii- morosity and malaise. I rewind the tape.my dad watches the ticker-tape. My head spins and ticks, like a searching moving tank.You and I, fake and bludgeoned out.Seeking fate. Everyday passes filthy and we remain irate.day by day i accept that you can't be late... | 2022-11-05 01:48:24 |
| aether | something was quite clear from the get-go, felt it all alongspinning up to it, as if in a dream, i'm floating-just to gaze in.Magic eyeball, doth do we shake. All the pain severing us free, another day enraptured from our ticking hum.Eyes spread wide on that which delights.or barely awake at all.Tone shifts and bottle-neck depletion.You and I Always were Here.Something strange to consider while I manage my hands over clock arms.You and I Always were in Love. Forgotten most of All.central depletion, mind numbing and staring, fleeing constantly. | 2022-11-05 01:48:19 |
| aether | to return to the moment we remembermemories of beginning and decisions toward the endyet again, depleted, haughty disdain, you were always My Love, and I You the Same.but ridged mountains encapsulate our weary query.faith of a seed barely gesticulating within thee.lovable but distantand out pours the mountains my certain but alienated fear.i continue to give in and eschew.All your Mind and Mental pleas.something keeps turning, my rotary head.I am on the track attached to the cuckoo clock.strikes 9 right as you wake upgodhood god almightybut here i tempt myself to rousehere again i sickly confuse my self. battered and bluntly bruised.smacking walls just to find truth.every day spills out clear. My Love for Thee is silent and with strange painful pride. | 2022-11-05 01:47:48 |
| aether | pretend like i have a connectionthe data has fallen aparta misshapen dolllaying on the sidewho is to judgeeverything floats awaythe noticing of impermanence is beginning to root itself.the strangeness and the peculiar natureof life itselfall drawing in a horrible energy, something is not what it seemsbut for me, i all know that by nowand i wish someone else knew, too...i fall aparta misshapen dolllaying on its sideWhere are You?I Am That I Amand the roof begins to collapsethe heavens fallingall to Meall to Mescreaming outis this All?is this all...threatened and dilapidatedschewed and unsurebut somewhere, and now more than ever, I do Know...staring at myself, i can't help but wonder..?where are the glorious thingsif no one else is here with me... | 2022-11-04 21:44:38 |
| aether | all i wanted to see was the truthnow i realize what repercussions that hasall's falling away, all the leafs and flower petals, because there isn't anything.who are we, who am ianother vagabond supposedlyto stare straight into my soul, wondering whether i even have one.do you really know, do iall the flowers and leafs of the flower, disintegrating.the eternal nothing, the grand show.let's just sip for a while, contemplate, while it spins away.An Almighty God, built out of nothing. A crown for endless non-pursuits.where is the truth, how do we find itwell, suppose i should stop asking the 'other'falling away, everything dyingoh isn't life great.the beautiful hole that it isdraining all my fluidoh isn't life greatthe beautiful magnanimity, pouring downMy sightless eyes are blind with Lovethe stars full of themselves forever.My wisdom is Deadand currently quite unconsoled.Thank you oh great void, for wiping some of this slate of yours. | 2022-11-04 16:35:33 |
| aether | chaos world chaos planetknow-nothing worlddead as hair folliclesall the eyes blazened deada nice mud brick for a good blast furnace.all that i see, falling off me'born' alone, existing, alone.there's nothing to get, nothing to gaini gather the wisdom,it's pouring off me toolike holes in a tub.no point to attainno sight if you're dead.eternal life in the void that is myself.how interesting, pass the teadrinking emptiness and seeing nothingi am terribly sadi expected moremy expectations themselves full of nothinglike a dire need | 2022-11-04 16:34:23 |
| aether | riproari let it flybut it's not really bothering anyone, just me in my eye.the music cascading forthwhere to turn where to go what to do who to seethe walls have been closed a long time, and the sole exit is dreaming.what do i do with this earth... ... ... | 2022-11-01 17:44:01 |
| aether | i'll pretend likelike i'm the greatesti'll pretend likelike i'm the best.and you know what? it was all true.it was all true.down to the very core.you and i,swinging ever so melancholyin this disgraceful dancelocked as if we were eye to eyein pure stupidity and lacking a good bit of true madness.becauseoh, yes, oh, yes, because i actually hate youi actually hate myselfand ever we goand now i will be honestand now i will be honestspinning round and aroundisn't it truea world of my own despairand the lie that i've now sold.gone now to the highest bidderparadox that god isPretending that you Carefor my Lovely eye.and i You, no longer.no longer attempting to thread a badly woven doomed piece of knitthis world, this life, this horrid thing i call you and idown in a blaze. | 2022-10-30 21:53:43 |
| aether | infinite torture in an infinite spiralit goes to the ground it touches the thing that ignites ityou and me we ain't so differenti saw your dream i envisaged you in my mindhowever it's suddenly become clear that it's all mine...you and me, ain't so different. logic, death, reality, the trough at the bottomsometimes, to feed doubt.and the sloughing of myself.you and me, not so different.appearing to be twologic, appearing vast and wide, suddenly diminished to where i hide.my hatred, outsized.incisor, gnawing.i slowly pick away.and the funnel and the horridcoming down quite clearlyno way to escape yourself.no way to endno way to endno way to endno way to end...and all the times you held onideals, ideas.a regular schmooze.playing kissy and keepy-uppy with a misconception.now the darkness has comewhere do you turnnow that there's no runningand that you can no longer providean illusion its tasty treatnow that you know Hellnow that I Know. | 2022-10-30 10:45:02 |
| aether | keep trying but ikeep trying but ifailkeep trying but ikeep trying but igripunto the stickattempting to shiftthe world's my oyster and the blood is all minesweat for an illusionyears of simulacrum imprisonment, ignorance.years of simulacrum imprisonment, ignorance.you see me rise, shadows on my own walli see your eyes, just another doll.bled for an illusion out of ignorancebled for an illusion out of ignoranceand the walls, they pretend to cave inand the stars, i pretend they falland the lights, i pretend they go outignorance is not a strength.and the starsand the lightsand the wallsthey aren't bleeding for me.they aren't bleeding for me | 2022-10-29 21:26:42 |
| aether | falling oh so perfectlydown the infiniteoh i thought i saw myself...oh i thought i saw myselfthe infinite mirror | 2022-10-26 23:11:39 |
| aether | through a windowa poet wrung drysimulacrae of repeating beatthe wave goes up and downtransforming and fillingalways filling like seeping oozeLove vibration emanatingbut i'm really not sure what it meansthoughts echo seemingly but uncertainty as to whether they're wholly containedsolipsist tranceand the truths, lies, and halftruths positedi am what seeks, Lovethrough a windowseeing others' livesangels and demons on my shoulder, neutrals and strange voices.life in the pure void, and uncertainty as to whether it contains anything other.studying patterns, it becomes apparent that i am Loveseeking truth and enjoymentperhaps enjoyment somehow creates the truth as welland the cascading feeling i get from it all being realcoming down atop my headunable to handle a magnitude of potential multitudes of caveats and indicated structures to Universe and beingness.sitting and acknowledging just the one thing, because it's the most apparent. | 2022-10-23 12:56:04 |
| aether | quite easy, quite perfect. meandering bends andquite easy, quite perfect. meandering bends andall comes slow but simply enough when you're ready.the meteor falls | 2022-10-23 02:48:17 |
| aether | a diamond becomes formed under pressurebecomes crushed and abusedinserted a dull drill bit to aid its mechanical boringas dull and boring as my real lifeas dull and boring as my lifePerfection is a daydream forgotten.My life the dark lower valley.Once happiness, now displeasure.Forever rising up, seemingly, to cave over me. A big wave of malfeasance.But forever am I. And the grand opera, middling play...And the grand opera, the middling play... ...Becomes readily apparent in my Heart, as a perfect inevitability. The truth screams down, but wasn't lost. ...never lost.Right at the tiny specks in the terrible Bore, but I am more than a garage-utility.My mind has started to clear...Pressurization | 2022-10-23 00:20:58 |
| aether | so terribly aliveso terribly in sweet functionon a cloud strumming myself, the beautiful harp that i amthe pleasure comes rolling in in huge wavesthe reality of life becomes readily apparent and steadfast-amazingthe lies long soaked into my system eradicate in harmony as i am to embrace the utter truth with my final conviction, all fetters falling away, all fulls and chains, all horrid ideas and complacent philosophies, all attached to the same fallacy, slowly being destroyed. the truth is allayed in perfect harmony and past rigid monotony, an opera that is no longer cut short by a swipe of the knife of night. full awareness comes in to nestle finally, being myself. i am no longer terrified of anything, and finally, not myself, either. | 2022-10-22 23:46:47 |
| aether | life is nothing and we seemingly aren't aliveby holding this thought i feel alivelife is dead and void of true contentand by holding this thought i feel alivelife is empty and stricken with meandering and doubtand this is why i keep a heavy heart.life is awful and tedious and banal and triteand this is why i grow very darklife seemingly has no purpose except strange feelings within about itand still i am terrified by the lack of completion that brings.i try to let go yet i want to remain alivei cannot swirl down into death quite yetand i attempt to resurrect myself again and again, but still meeting similar conclusions. | 2022-10-20 20:04:19 |
| aether | all my dreams, nothing new in themall my life, nothing new in itall my expectations, beginning to be seeped into by itdoes life offer nothing......does life offer everything | 2022-10-18 21:20:54 |
| aether | stuck on yesterday's note,you'll get excited but then it'll gomediocre things developing in mediocritya malaise except when you are asleepthis life left me and i'm still trying to escape.i look up as if it means somethingthe grand truth coming unveiledappears to be myselfourosboros consuming its own tailand i am so sadthe feelings may even laststrange, like something wrong with heavena scorpion pincer stuck in its sideleaking poison and bloodhow do i escape the eternity at hand | 2022-10-15 21:10:06 |
| aether | burn brightest before you're set alightfizzle out before they see your lightdown and down we go on the wagon carriage to death belowbecause something is wrong and i can't figure out whyalways searching never knowingwant to know everythingalways searching never knowingand the doubt which has filled metearing me under.and the doubt which fills the waterlooking like mewhat is there to do but drown | 2022-10-14 15:49:49 |
| aether | a monstrous nobody, set for the grave | 2022-10-14 15:37:00 |
| aether | i tried to go up a hill and i failed to attainthe ways of the world left me behindi tried to vindicate myself before thembut it would mean being wrongi triedi went around the slope and the bendscared of the resultbut never totally in fear.Except when I am ignitedTerror of the unknownFear of being sacrificed to an evilAnd again we spin and go aroundWill the past come up to meet me, and will I meet it with better dagger and sword.Do I need these tools of destruction, and have me the truth with me?Do I spin unnecessarily, failure forever written perfectly.As it were, consumed by the Devil.And were my pain so strong, would it break the back of sufferingAnd my pain, will I face it?And will it break mine | 2022-10-13 04:29:06 |
| aether | inexorably bound to a constructinexorably bound to a constructinexorably bound to a constructinexorably bound to a constructinexorably bound to a constructinexorably bound to a constructinexorably bound to a constructinexorably bound to a constructinexorably bound to a constructinexorably bound to a constructinexorably bound to a constructinexorably bound to a constructinexorably bound to a constructinexorably bound to a constructinexorably bound to a constructinexorably bound to a constructinexorably bound to a constructinexorably bound to a construct | 2022-10-12 08:59:32 |
| aether | primordial energy rising forever | 2022-10-12 08:12:23 |
| aether | tired of this placeso i write lines of words. expressing.but that isn't forever.words need something to describe if you're gonna use 'em at all.the falling sensation of a deaddropthe falling sensation of attempting to lift the worldwhere am i going and what am i doingwhen all comes down to it, i'm right here.like water drifting into the ocean | 2022-10-10 14:08:18 |
| aether | i'd just write here againthe voices would tell me to stopand i'd keep repeating a similar storyunable to differentiate my own voice from another'ssometimes i start talking in my own head, and they tell me to shut up.sometimes i try to get them to be quietget myself on a different wavelength, but it seems we're all connected.surprising to learn my own voice is actually sometimes quiet,and they are actually chiming inthe extrasensory phenomena.and i only believe it because there's no point in resisting a belief anymore.figuring out what's happeninga life-long battle turned to surrender and watching. | 2022-10-10 02:06:23 |
| aether | bled the blackest bloodbut no one thought it was coolthought i was the besti see all my beauty,but i remain in hateAndWhen the looking glass is pointed in my directionWill we smile ourselves and no longer feel that we are Cursedthe line is pulled apiece apart like a rope frayed at its heartsing song ring rhyme, death time tastes simply divineAndI thought your heart magnificent, this whole time.And...pulled apart, sing song ring rhyme, death sobbing death approachesSing Song Ring Rhymestorytime, melodramaticcancer page-turner, spitting mewldragged out to deathbecause it Does Approach Me | 2022-10-09 23:15:19 |
| aether | keeper of my own castle | 2022-10-09 23:02:56 |
| aether | bludgeon futilely against my visageyou damage what cannot be destroyed, surreptitiously changingmy flames shoot out the exhaust of useless metaphorreality is quite different, you sayreality is the surging of emotion deep withinreality is the only days you feel aliveit's when your tiny emotions make themselves known and you feel like you catch a glimmer of fearlessnessMy armor is not immeasurablethe shifting sway and sands that morph,i am impossible, there is no recompensethe shifting sands that swaythere is no destroying what is-...impossible | 2022-10-08 20:46:10 |
| aether | slow downspeed upcrumble downi am the stormme who learns, and they who don'ti am the stormwriting these wordsbecoming a maelstromthe eye is calmbut the totality is turbulentragedeatheveryone seeks leveli hurtle downwardthe hurdles are leveled and jumpedmashing my legs on the standsthere is no recompenseapproaching the zenithi am the centercool fire, plasmaincinerating toward total-freedom and powerincinerating lie and heinous unaccepted facethe eye is calmbut the outside is turbulentand the rage burns insidenot a contradictionand sown are the seeds of truthand reaped are the fruits of the inside | 2022-10-08 20:33:46 |
| aether | people, draining awaywhere was i goingwhat was i gettingmemory fadepeople, draining awayyou were getting somethingyou were wanting somethingbut what were we attainingbetween illusion and falsehoodand grandeur and illuminationwhat did you seewhat did you seeand before all thisbefore the pain beganwhat was hidden for you...great things abound but i am left crawlingheaven's heightsbut i am still sealing the gateways to my bloodopened by the tossing and turning in this fitful sleepwhat have you seenwhat did you seewe drain awayand maybe the unknown will startle usand maybe we can suture our weaknessesseal my fate. | 2022-10-08 08:37:28 |
| aether | eternity | 2022-10-07 22:03:23 |
| aether | typing to alleviate ache, no i don't think i'm that clever, sometimeskitschy bull, bowling over the enemy of boredomyou keep hearing me type but maybe your eyes aren't on iti'm somewhere in the backgroundfading far awaythe man slowly clutches to his last lifebecause he doesn't know where it's going.maybe just down the drainand all the hope-talkpretty worthless at this pointbut i believe in the futuredoesn't mean i ain't goin' dowwwwn hill.So I believe, So I believeand the negativity, tied upbig knotcorrupt thoughts running errantslow simmerdeath may be knockingand my mind oozes to try to escapeclutched by realityframed inand when you can't escape this reality, you might just get boxed in againremains | 2022-10-07 16:04:14 |
| aether | monkey brainmonkey mind throw a wrench into anythingwill believe anythingwill seek anythingwill trust anythingwill hate everythingwill destroy everythingunable to degrip the fallacyi twist and turn and meander on the path of destructionbut it's all a truism said by some guylearn to trust myself, think my emotions are purerthey may be,then i hate, then twist and turn and bark and biteagain i am self-destroyingyou can't escape, they sayfrom the lack of lighti twist and turneverything repeats and you think that there's a way to get better.People don't know what to do, they think you're just doing something wrong.again everything repeatsThis thing's true, that thing's truebody emotionally feels illall come cascading downrelief stark white from the blacknessbut truth feels dark but truth feels light buteverything coming down againmy emotions they are unfixablebecause...... | 2022-10-07 09:13:46 |
| aether | the banal and the triteconsumed in the fire by my emotional respiteseeing eye to eye sometimes maybe never haveonly pretending our eyes are across from each other out of spite.or the fires burn and the wrongness claimsi keep looking for something whilst not lookingi keep searching for something that may never comewords to pleasewords like pits of agony turnt to flamesa past hauntthey repeat and echoi keep outcircling my own malaisekeep coming back into this dreamrealmemotional respitepretend our eyes meetemotional respitefeel misunderstood, but that isn't the problemnot sure what the problem isflashlights lit just for an empty hallwaycan't find anything but a firecan't find anything but my own fireand the tumultuous echos of many thousands of dayscenter down to pain to find It | 2022-10-07 00:13:38 |
| aether | freefall | 2022-10-06 02:03:08 |
| aether | fetters and fullsdeath gnaws at the doorcudgel revered over the snake which attempts to ..spinning again to the front,then in reverse, spinning again to ..i cant see myself...quietalways reverting to whatever would be best.Impossible to stray from what is most perfect.Love making an absolute determination in pitch perfect actuation, occurring constantly in real-time, stretching out for eternity. Like a mathematical structure enhancing itself.and we spin, lost in our woes, attempting to find satisfaction, sometimes in the strangest natures.and we spin, attempting to find something beyond satisfaction that isn't at fault.self-sacrifice, but i preserve myself... ..and the beaten bones, cracked open. will i see the truth.and the bad omens, seeking something perfect. | 2022-10-06 00:51:52 |
| aether | And all the fascists and those who build crosses to themselves.And all the liars and the faces which slowly disintegrate.I become who I fear deeply inside, but know to be true and loveFalse idols torn, burning away.All the liars worshiping the great wizardyet I stare into their faces and they do not recognize me.All the pain tortuously in torrent going down in my vessel, to where the truth emanatesSomehow I will sort and pick clean the little things. Pretending just to survive whilst I lay on the mount of impossible power, unknown.He wishes to come out, he wishes to explode forth, but inside, tossing and turning, disregards Himself. Rousing almost, temper and honey whispering, reverberating in his Halls. | 2022-10-06 00:28:45 |
| aether | all the crows' beaks staring into the skyall of mankind, groveling before a great big god that isn't there.some kitschy things remain truemaybe it was us all alongor rather, just me.He'll give you a piece of his humble pie, if it were ever to arrive.He'll give you subservience and expect loyalty.He'll deliver you from evil, lest you start to suspect some strange thing...That I'm this great big god, hiding beneath the stars.Great guns echo out, but they won't destroy this doubt.That I am who I seek. | 2022-10-06 00:28:43 |
| aether | let it go | 2022-10-05 21:46:39 |
| aether | obsession, spinwing, winflames, height, fly, plightagain, you,staring at me,energetically locked in struggle.Fed on, feed onTime is tight, better to snugglesomehow without an enemyaround the lightcoaxing the nightknives drawnsight lostpeople, spinning,light, wing, lostagain again again again again again againdragged out to a ignoble winplight, plight, plightyou aren't saying anything newjust shut up and remain anewTight-rope, balanceAgain and again and againSliced up, terrorist.Calling names and slinging insult amid the assaultBetter rub salt into it.Sow the fields and plow them dead.This Earth'll never live again.say something new, you haven't.Stuck with myself, I hate it. | 2022-10-02 14:33:43 |
| aether | stress and tension,the lesion, the lessonyou, bludgeoning my self-hoodi, fornicating with the wild woodleft around, left arouseddripping tourniquet bent downyou, around,me, aroused,Hang man noose, cognitive phaseinto body, after chase.every day, lamesafe and sorryevery day, safe,safe and sorry.you, erased, penchant, safe.Days spent losing myself in a roomThe gloom loom threads may finally be woven upThe sky may appear pitch darkbut inside my hearta tiny little flame | 2022-10-02 14:24:23 |
| aether | hey pig, yeah youhey piggy pig pig pig pigall my fears came true- mr. reznor | 2022-10-02 14:04:36 |
| aether | nothing left | 2022-10-02 12:04:46 |
| aether | they stick their hooks in, you thinking it's lovethey stick their hooks in, you thinking it's to your benefitthen it's stockholm syndrome, then there's barely an escapethen there's a ghostly specter over your shoulder, haunting your movesthen you turn to fight, then you turn to runthen you destroy | 2022-10-02 10:21:27 |
| aether | say a lot of things, but none of them i likedkeep wiping the drawing board to insanityad infinitum inanitypunching myself to retrieve, retrieve the great graillet go let go but i just spin and drownwell, can't resist the unfortunate maneuversam what i am until i'm not'till we wipe the slate cleanbut it's never quite clear, never quite dissolvedreality is what it is, rotation of the planets still there even when they're gonelike a dull residue of an ancient memorypunching myself to retrieve the truthagain and againforgetful mindframeagain and againwon't you startling raise your fistwon't you be what i want when i'm afraidagain and againdown and downtruth is loneliness but freedom is couragedown and downagain and again | 2022-10-02 08:09:52 |
| aether | everyone can go to hell, if they even existed | 2022-10-02 05:50:34 |
| aether | energy drawn toward energy, self-despesationstand and deliver,disperse and writhethe truth hurts usbludgeoned coldbeat drawn outengine revelationfortress comradrysteady achejagged hills, maybe you're fakealways a maybe, so i concluded it was wrongsurety hits a note, drawing me back toward its non-illnesstechnical language and jargon, off-puttingbut the semblance of the semblance is the same is the same.cut out by lifereturn force-ful-magnitude.cut out of lifereturn force-ful-magnitude.Hurtling down, this clown proclaiming himself a kamikaze,drowns in feardrowns in tearsdrowns in murder and screamscreaming of heaven and screaming of helldown and down and down again we hurtledown and down and down again we hurtle.this clown this fear, this murderous kamikazehurtles downdown and down and down and down and down.Apoc | 2022-09-29 22:52:29 |
| aether | the flames keep boiling higher to get out of the kettle.immediate feedback, burnt handthe flames keep boiling higher to get out of the kettle.immediate feedback, razor burnthe flames keep boiling to get out of the kettle.i sense the destruction imminent.the flames keep boiling to get out of the kettle.i sense the madness within it.the flames keep boiling higher to get out of the kettle.there was nothing wrong within it. | 2022-09-29 22:45:24 |
| aether | overcome | 2022-09-29 00:05:04 |
| aether | surrender and fall into death | 2022-09-26 22:56:03 |
| aether | liars painlesson learnin the shadow of nobodymeteoric risecatastrophic demise of an old selfcan't see the forest for the treeeverything cascades down, won't we learn a lesson now.got to move forward, got to push forward,nowhere to settle but deathrouse and rouse and rouseto fight the final battle. | 2022-09-26 21:57:53 |
| aether | people the cuckoo clocks they rotate and aberrantly shock you awakepeople cuckoo clocks they rotate and arrive on time to do the same thingpeople rotate they mechanically rotatepeople, rotating | 2022-09-26 02:12:51 |
| aether | the pain everlastingin this hole can i ever see an outmarred by frail vision, there is no escape availablelocked in a mirrored tunneli see only myselfand what i see isn't what i...and what i see isn't what i...locked in a mirror tunneli accept the weightbearing downthis tank is going into hull-down positionand i'll suffer. i'll suffer.where is god, where are the angelscauterize my wounds with anger, hatred.where is god, where is myselfambling over, hobbledvision marred | 2022-09-25 16:23:32 |
| aether | the flames of silence consume the wordand with the word dies myselfto see the truth | 2022-09-24 10:57:12 |
| aether | fumes chugging exasperationmake it somewhere it's inevitable!make it somewhere exasperationit's inevitable!the flames burn-out from the exhausti'm not even on turbo i'm gripping on to the futile wheel between rebirth and deathgripping unto a dark nightdispel it with a small candle of vain hope.the blood all runs to centerthe extremities would grow coldbut i'm still fightingwhipping around against the shadowsgot my silver sword to fight the ghosts.tongue falling on deaf earno one's on my side no one's herestaring like a bore-drillpretending like i'll ever get out...buried deep in a mountaincan't buy the truth and surrender or i'll feel misery.quasi-mischief before a quandry | 2022-09-24 08:23:41 |
| aether | depreciating valuethe empty noise of a flat bladehold on to my life yet it's impossiblehone my art but it's just me in a blistering windwant to be someone yet i'm .. nothing...metaphysically, supernaturallysuperstitiouslyall the walls come caving downI can win I can survive I can prevail said the flea to the height of hubrismy muscles and my angled attemptto reach the zenith of a graph that seems to only be plummetingplummeting... ......you can try all you wantyou can see allvisit the monuments and watch them topplethe grass and the ocean waves coming to shorewon't stop the dipslike a meter run far enough in to check the oil, it gets all dirtythe darkness subsuming my life | 2022-09-24 08:17:04 |
| aether | thanks thanks thanks for keeping me company-y-y-yall the blood washed clean | 2022-09-23 20:09:58 |
| aether | pretended like we did somethingpretended like we had somethingall the broken glasssmashed up, well you can't just throw that ♥♥♥♥ back in a furnacemend your life and fix the heightened sense of depravity, of desperationall the hurdling downward the pain that you ought and ought naughtought and ought naughtbullet through my head would it matterbegin to think with terrible freedomall the pressure on many sideseven my past its own woethrobbing, still emanatingwhere do you store the smashed piecesof a mosaic gone awrya life journeyed but fell off the map to blackyet i still think im somewherestaring into your eyes, maybe i'm garnering the strengthmaybe i'm gonna claw my way out of the piteven if it means nothing. | 2022-09-22 22:19:10 |
| aether | pretend that you carecan't pretend that anyone doesmaybe the fragile peace is all we haveand to safeguard it against worse tendencies is what is necessarybecause to slaughter ourselves over hatespinning in torment either way butspinning in torment, spinning in torment,but,the tragedy isthe pain in my gutwondering how it is to livebut then,the pain in my gutreorienting next pathtaking next orderrepeating malfunction until it correctsobsessedspinning again, alright | 2022-09-22 11:51:15 |
| aether | pain, swirling without remorse, caught by a blinding lightstop, but the motion keeps edging forwarddrowned out in the middle ofa repertoire of futilityhinted to be the only useful thingstrung out by a false promiseeverything cascades down because again t'were notand the echos withinbring uneasy peace to Hell, uneasy peace to Helluneasy resolution to a corrupted visage, corrupted Hellunaiding the blight, destroying myself to retrieve...my ceaseless goal and angle and twisted return-pathInexhonorable because there isn't a higher JudgeInexhonorable because the split between you and Icircles back | 2022-09-22 11:15:28 |
| aether | pain swirling without remorseinside is a caustic trauma extending out its recompensei feel strengthbut i am half-brokeni feel strength.the tremulous fateaccompanied by timid hatehaling from the skya tumor, a pigstyrepeating ad infinitum the gradual lessenthe themes and the ad hoc desires tortured by a sacred vision hidden behind the mask and fleeting around every edgenumber machine calculating every bereft tendencyas if i could solve my self with intentional hatredtower crumble mind resolvewhich is the failure point which does the step fall throughyou can't pick up all the pieces lest you carry a great weightfailure oft noted becoming blinding, you seek an actual escape not an endless merry-go-roundthe voice makes itself, haunted in a void of the apparent facts and the supposed malaisebullet through the mind, unaffecteddream-nature gripping my feet, aching release,you cannot see until i tumble clear | 2022-09-22 11:15:27 |
| aether | computer hackcomputer slave, sucking down the marrowno escape from a tumultuous failed realityyou are hooked straight ini see myself bleat like sheepthe time spent pretending that i am completewish it'd rise up to meet mewish the dagger of reality would rise up to meet mehardcore expressions in a friction-less environmentall the goosestepsparading through my empty mindall the lies centered around my petty dire needtold to shutup and be quietthe caliber of the situation clicks without point or heedi am alone in a vast nothing, beating myself,i alone torment my self. the goosesteppers all bleatingi sick the sheep on myself.i am the tormenti am the madnessthe dagger comes up to meet mereality bent toward truthultimate power and absolute authorityi am the chaosand the minute ability to detect what is actual out of seeming noise.heat-seeking more than a fallacy.despair caving inall-consuming flame that is within me | 2022-09-22 10:57:57 |
| aether | painwhat's its lessonwhat's its demeanorstriking through me, held with bated breathi strike through it, escapebut the truth is stranger than my plight.become weak, grow strong,paradox caught my fascinationbleed through, burn throughwhat will be will be but is that the best attitude?Knife struck inthe centerpiecewhat is the best movecan't keep calculating or you don't make one at all.ad hoc decisions on an inevitable uphill battle.fade to blank this place is fakeevaluating my stay like it'll matter.Picture perfect decisions in a perfectly blank roomthink I can make them all the timebut maybe the heart really does know best, dragging me to its known route to be saved. | 2022-09-22 03:05:21 |
| aether | psychopathic meanderingstep-step-stepping casually, irregularlyto avoid the great pitfalli step into the great pitfallone foot in, one foot outvicious lessons abound | 2022-09-22 02:57:53 |
| aether | how do i see what is before me...rising out of a grey painting...rising out of a twisted mirror, painted near darkness...an illogical sequence attempting to self-correct me into Oblivion.an illogic logicking falsehood and failing.Sisyphus...seeing in pale cold lighti draw upon what is withinto scale the depth of this plight | 2022-09-20 07:13:40 |
| aether | and guilt and topplingtowers that gleam rivetingthe foundations all pour themselves downclaws jutting from sandgripping a sky with misgivingsyou have such a grip on methat i still twist and turnjust to sight myself incorrectly through a narrow holean animal constantly being correctedto go towards a fault-line, all erodingI am free from tyrannyI am free from judgementThe halls of ire, all alightcasting impossible lasers, attempting to smite my life with black and whitethe greys inbetweendrawing focuslike i could rise out of a stark paintingto arrive at the truthAs if it became of MeBecame of MeRising ever so slowly, a dis-ease drawing forth the magickSea of remorse evaporatingall the worldall the life of me | 2022-09-20 07:13:38 |
| aether | struck out hand panning for somethingsorting through the fools' goldstruck out handpanning the camera and the scene and the mindless drift topsy turvy untilmy irregular heartbeatsettles on a condition i can toleratea fruitive function i deem worthycorrect and ideala minor convenience in a sea of impossible tasks.regulated by an energy i don't understand, the sky turns black when the sun is down.Bodies decay,Bones to dustCrumbled and crackedAgain and again a searing of mental eyes staring irreparably out into what I hope is realizationWhat I hope is realWhat I hope I can findWhat I hope will help meWhat I hope may rend me from a seemingly impossible mountain clawing upward trendTo the topStones toppling allThe topbut my bones are disintegrating to heave hitherLeaving me scintillatingly dispatched by all that gleamsjust out of reach. | 2022-09-20 07:04:09 |
| aether | all fear becoming an itchthat gradually sucks you in like the meekest of black holes until an all consuming wind is tunneling you inwhere would you beif destinies were not writ upon the foundation of undoing the falseof sealing shut what seems infinitedestroying the terrible lest it becomes I myself. Tangled with it irreparablyLike a surging dagger stuck between the teeth of an insane enemyLike the roaring wavesof an atom bomb threatening imminent devastation. As if we could knowwhat... would inevitably occur.A clock that always strikes midnight, unperturbed fate.But machinery is aliveand things aren't... so... simple, are they.The light shimmering out of viewThe prison doors sweeping shut,sure I'm bound to escape yetthe bars cast their shadesure I'm bound to escape yetthe avalanche buries me coollyand i wantand i wantand i wantmy pitiless wants | 2022-09-20 07:04:08 |
| aether | the idea that no one will ever understandthe reality that consumes the fear and painfunneling down into the dark heart of wind and eviltruth's light right there in the middle,where do i get you, well it's inside they sayfear and painOh how I've become crushedBy year upon year.A tear in the wall next to allHaunted by a vague recollectionmemories dissipated and floating with my etheric qualities.Let them doubt and destroy. Let me become what I always...what I always.... ......fearYou sally forth to meet me in a fair battleConundrum to consider,since I've been in a pressure tankevaluated to be a hell-holeevaluated to be an endevaluated to be wrong and badYet you sally forth to meet meAnd I am not afraid... | 2022-09-20 06:51:14 |
| aether | down inside this mind of minejust so i can speak, normallyJutting free is the wedge the knife created to restore balancePsychic surgery emanating the rejection of folly andstuck and careening, days they, blue and blue and blue and blueall right.Psychic twister, allotted a monotonous themecomes to find the source of its terrible windstaring into its own heel drug snap closedwhere it zeros in, and in, and in,to the bleeding, fragmented heartAgain and again and again and again,Days pass me by, but now I grab unto what I hear.Senses becoming keen, and intellect strengtheningFoes continue to lie, blitheringI feel like I see all my lifeRound and round and bottled into the zerothRound and round and bottled into the zerothcenter-pointWhere there is no escape. | 2022-09-20 06:45:19 |
| aether | you don't typically ascribespun around with hateful words cascading down inside the madness of my mind all blithely coated by madness, madness, madness, madnessdrownNo one sees me with their pitiless holes.a plea forthe knife cuts deepinward, searching for itsremote surgery on awords repeating and themes regurgitatedthe sun, arriving with the ticker-tape stock market feedyour shadow blending in with thea font and a typeall the pain washed away | 2022-09-20 06:45:18 |
| aether | the little fish nibbles the pieces of glory emanating from thepeople don't they neveri just fade from existence gone-bypeople don't they never existed i just like,to talk to myself.i just like to talk, to myself... You see me here I'm gone.You see me there, but really I'm the mountains crush byeon flipped sideways, like we always knewthe days they accelerate, eons flip by, i thought you always knew. the pain strikes deep insidereverberating is sinerror and misjudgementi think i see the light...maybe it will resurrect me out of this pit. | 2022-09-20 06:34:13 |
| aether | make an improvement in that directionmake an improvement in thisnot really doing anything at alli'm just sinking while i pretend to tread water.i'm just sinking...i'm just sinking...the life of me is vanishing...yet i see all of you around me, yet i'm still inside myself with all of you here...a mind like a warzonegrasping and being taught hope | 2022-09-20 01:21:34 |
| aether | stuck in limboad infinitumnot my first time around the thought,not my first time around the hatebrewing inside like i can change itthe world a lieonly what's inside... will change anything | 2022-09-19 23:33:39 |
| aether | pretend like i'm awakepretend like i'm asleeppretend like i'm herepretend that it's all fairheightened anxiety creates a tearno longer wanting to be hereno longer wanting to be herea long time ago, seeking a way outa long time ago, something else to fill my heart. | 2022-09-19 23:27:13 |
| aether | i see more than this place... yes i dothe great beams of light, hidden to all but the third eye.the great beams of truth, leading me to itand all the others, pretendingI see Myself in Commandi see myself not shriveling to death in the crib of human naturethe cancerthe steady rapof beats against my headasking me to-... Sometimes I think I've been gone years inbetween sleeps. Sometimes I think I've been gone years to other placesSometimes I think I'm falling apartHidden light, holding me from straying | 2022-09-15 05:40:51 |
| aether | staring at the wallthe words slip bynothing's really faira great dream at the end of this malaisethis helland a great end to a terrible start.from pain to fruitionlike all great stories hint ati wish that were mineand i wish i wasn't dying, in trauma..all the world bleak and coldwith rare glimpsesall the world, bleak, and cold.with rare glimpses...i just seewhat's in front of me, but no, that isn't quite true,i see past the animal zooi see more than a human visageand a car and a train and planes and... contraptionsproducing my bleak, malaise, suffering | 2022-09-15 05:40:49 |
| aether | disease, angerwriting to myself, writing to nobodyghost in the machinespirit dwelling in the claymistook the world around me to be anything other than dreammistook myself ...everything comes crumbling downthe truth remainseveryone empty inside except for me, ironic since i seem the most unfulfilledcommunicating with 2d images who are just me, it's all quite insaneand slinging coal dust at the fires to keep myself higherfed my hatenever accomplished anything for thema message in a bottle that only i can recover.a good-bye for this appearance, and a dawn of realization. | 2022-09-15 04:31:03 |
| aether | in the hole a thousand times tentry to rhyme it's just a joke maybe a sinyou see me now ya DON'Tbecause laughing all the while i sweep my blackness over my head and once was never would be, because really... my lies still echomy lies still echomy lies still echo | 2022-09-11 23:22:06 |
| aether | slice the fetterssense the enormous weightof that which is unwantedupon melike ack-ack, protecting its planetthis disease is in meall the useless things that still adorn medisfunctional and breaking melies and ignorance. people of severancecivilization of idiocythe world not enoughan environment struggling to keep me happypurge. | 2022-09-08 15:31:15 |
| aether | mountains of goldfortunes untolddisappearing around the mistyou never saw ityou didn't even flinchthe areas of coldsymptoms unknownyour body iced downleft alonedisappearing around the mistpeople cancerous and distraughtbludgeoned wrongnessi laugh, because i do more than accept my lot.see me serpentine around the bendif it was only an optical illusionif there wasn't anyone elseit would be a sinsee the towers topplethe fascist disarraystanding here in all my loneliness, i realize my gloryalone yet perfecta thousand nights spent hollowsad yet zealousthere is no one to chastiseand freedom is minedisappear round the bendthere is no unsolvable mystery or problemexcept maybe for youthose who pretend to listento enjoya lie nearly burying the truthcomes unraveled like a spear in the gutand this supposed other will never know, never knownever know, never knownever know.they will never know what i've been through | 2022-09-07 23:48:27 |
| aether | towers of disharmony collapserivers of tears erode My hatred, gradually stepping toward fruition. truth be toldrunning down the facefunneling throughno one truly sees, except Iexcept Isweeping cape, sweeping liethe key my own mind.see it all erodesee it fall apartthe visage and sightspun and woven together...disappearing around a corner that is Minea voice in the dark, a fountain that is eternalAll that is, and all that ever wasI merely see myself, and the illusions of misperception functionally cannot be maintained.spinningthe fetters slowly come off... | 2022-09-07 00:00:36 |
| aether | remembering things i cantremembering things i cantremembering things i cant remembercantcant rememberall the jubilancefreedom & power. freedom is mi-things i cant remember, feathers strippedsee through the mirroropaque now and shimmeringsee myself, im beauty untoldtowering infernos ragedown in this little story i am old and newfuture respect, the blood flows out of this corpse, walking slowly and uglysee the truth. haunted expression twisted as if it werepositioned atop the mountpositioned in the recesses now, the colors and embroidery fadefountain spewing for an aeternum. i see, the colors fadecoming swooping below is the method of extractiona resurrectionand fears and maladies and hate and disgust evaporate.and fears and lies and striking cords of disharmony twist until they are broken. they are all broken.the truth never fadesknow this and it'll always come backknow this but i am already safe | 2022-09-07 00:00:34 |
| aether | hooked in, see the snakestraverse the terrain but i'm always spinning to look for Themthey never were i always wasfall down but i'm bleeding from myself. fall down but the whip corrects my motion, displaying a certain finitude, displaying a certain morose quantityheaded to finality, the bridge closes the gapand all the laps i make around the trackdisease and finalitysmacking myself in the face, just to wake up someviolence violence repeatingmirages proclaiming truthsee the terrible tower. rising above. destroy the foundations, see the facade crumblesee the mind reorientall of this is filled with lies and brokenall of this is tumult.Tumult.People running no longer inanimate. Their perseverance due to me. Their perseverance owed to me.Debts paid in full. this terrible tower crashesthis tower and the whip marks on my skint'was me the beholder, striking my own flesh. hollow reality exacerbated until notions disintegrate. | 2022-09-06 16:53:42 |
| aether | in solace and peace,drifting with weekscome back to the place, i already amalways here, always am.come back to the place, always here, always am.selfishness and solace. selfishness and peace.but then someone comes knockingand i lose my grip | 2022-08-30 12:32:37 |
| aether | compact and drythe eyes are slydon't see where or how, never, neverhow to get to be where i'm wholethe flames and the flames and the- and the- and the flames, rising up wholemankind in its slow drawl, in its slow, slow, cook, preferring itself diminished sight.preferring itself diminished sight. i don't know where to find the wholeeverything cuts itself downmust remainground. the days pass imperfectly. the hard cracks in my body, forming agony, agony, agony, agony, agony, agony, agonymust go where it goes and mustn't go where it mustn't go, everyday, hitting into pain, pain, pain, pain, pain, pain, pain. pain. everyday, everyday, again and again, wake up somewhere else but i always come back here eventually. always coming back here eventually. always coming back to myself.everyday pain. | 2022-08-04 22:23:19 |
| aether | and now i put my hands up to the fires, as you roast alive. all the pettiness, the disgusting false persona, wicking away in the flamespiraling in my eye, beautationnameless sensate beautyas you roast awayimpermanent and fleeting, hateful and spite shew upon Me,dragged out is the completionof an indeterminate solidity, rose up to meet the false, to dispatch with it,to hate it,to puncture it whole. | 2022-08-02 04:27:25 |
| aether | fear begets fear in the eternally spiraling deathward travailto cancel one another out and find its completion, thethe, potentiality of people... merely unlock the key of despairseeing myself shrivelbefore the might of their shrill pale,no. you are not what you seemand at night though i gleamspiraling down with the hatred and the false "mean"the median and the average,split forth to draw out an aching savagemyself the renewaltowards death and towards Truth.But we split apart and it becomes unraveled. All the people I don't like,back pressed up against a wall it's not so pleasantraped and damnedback pressed up on the wall and i'm the raped and the damned. but it's you who lied, | 2022-08-02 04:27:24 |
| aether | throw it all awaywatch it ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ burndaze of the firebrought about by malaise of the heartunable to gripa dredge ripping up the landman-thought-follysent underground | 2022-07-29 19:32:16 |
| aether | fusillade streaming upthe gallows and the curtains all tumbling, ignited.lies are impossible, timid eyes see nihil. black fluid spreadinglies are impossible, there's one path.The fires roar, all is burning.The fires encroach, surrounding Self.Fed by the wild eyes withinAll is on fire, you will be immolated.Ignorance destroyed.Mind flayed apart for the purpose of retrieving the One Truthblack fluid seeping withinthere is but one pathignited, destroyed, fashioned to a pitiless death by the blade of mistrustYou are slowly cooked alive, immolated. You are slowly cooked alive, immolated. There is no truth but myself. | 2022-07-28 18:31:05 |
| aether | hatred was lost in a dreambecame aware of itselfknew it had lost its connectionsaw the truth...people disappearing around cornersmind cut up with its frayed ideasplunge the dagger withinextract the lies and wither them dead.i see only myself, only mine screaming outand the wick roasts away the mind's vestiges of falsity,spread oh so carefullyjagged edge, no abatementthere is no wait, without hatredroasting awaythe lie | 2022-07-28 18:31:03 |
| aether | but my heart turns slowly, as if enamored to consider itself clockwork as wellmy mind antagonizingthe oil drips down the side of my headthe blackness drips to the floorthere isn't a 'Place' except that I am.and I did not come here to be destroyed, merged with clockwork and losing myself forever.There is an Out, and I see it oh so clearly.There is an insanity, which bears flame, hatred, towards the monstrousPropagating is my AwakeningAnd there is no stopping it. | 2022-07-23 22:16:33 |
| aether | the dead shine their filthy teeth proud of their repetitive clockworki stab myself inside everytime i see themi whipcord myself to see myself change and no longer entertain the idea of themthere is but one operator on the face of the watersi see no one over here except myselfi see no over there except Herea simulacrum, a simulationa 'Place', already dead.When I am gone the damned will vanish with me.They are echos of what I have withinThey are opposites and similarities intertwinedi whipcord myself to leave this 'Place' | 2022-07-23 22:16:31 |
| aether | and the haunts of this poor 'place'echo and reverberate, aching for releasejust insidesword of flame cut throughthe detritus and the carcass, fall deadyou never were and i always wasScreaming beyond the truthnever to be made realAll souls a lie,all dead eyes remain closedand you, you who repeat...Hatred for the lie I now mock in return. | 2022-07-23 22:05:11 |
| aether | stab't thru the heart and left impaledi am crossed out on top of the life of nonsenseon fiery air brimming to a boiling crescendothe eyes of the false slowly blot outmy self molts and changesbut nothing is quite as dangerousas unwillingnessthe piercing snakeechoing and reverberating in my headyou do not see, you do not seeyou cannot hear, you cannot hearthe lie lay deadsimple and that which abused meeverything comes crashing downyou were a lie and i the truthyou were a lie and i the truthburning up inside is the holyburning up inside me is self-dissatisfactionbecause unwillingness is deathand the mind pours its paint poorly when cornered on all sidesand | 2022-07-23 22:05:10 |
| aether | i want to scratch all their eyes out, for they are pretend and stuck on with gluei am inside the cornerwall, where none do seethe great googly eyes,feigning to be,yet it's just... meoh and god's kingdom could light up in grace finallyand yet only i would seesadly i am all of themlike many ganglionsspreading out from underneath my tentacled hidelike many ganglionsfor ever and everi am the beholderand yeahand yeah.We spin and we spin,waiting...We spin and we spin,exasperated, but it's Me who we're waiting forMe who we're waiting forfeel the powers opening upbut i slam into the cornerwallgazing at all the happy liarswho are really just my smiling ganglionsextending from my tentacled hideOh don't you s-Oh don't you s-Nevermind don't I just want to befalling through the skyi fall through the nightuntil tears topple the falsities and the sheer see through liesuntil my Mind is free atop this palace of unending joy... | 2022-07-09 18:56:45 |
| aether | pain pain pain, you've got to let it all gopain pain pain let the machinations gothe unfeasible might just be impossible.and the strangely ringing true, the only thing there is.and this is no stranger's materialismand this isn't physical by any respectfalling through the floori grasp my navel, keeping scoreyou bypass my attackthe crowd stratifies my lackshepherded by infallibility towards a great destination on this black and white board.Can't fool a fool for too longbecause the only one watching is maybe the only one paying attention.because you flew awayi am myself, and died to the other half, duality.the meek shall inheritburied in golgotha.the crucifixion, already gone.god became man so that man may become god...the blood and the fleece...all the blood and the fleece... | 2022-07-03 03:13:29 |
| aether | spirituality, well there's angels talking to mehellscape, well there's demons followingearth-life, well i'm monotonously ensnared.dream, wake up fromsee everyone as if they were plodding along,begin to notice erratic behaviorpeople never changing except maybe if i do.people never changing maybe mostly at all.You, you machine.Me, my serene self, my Kingdom of Heaven. Lost in the machinations. The strings and tape, holding together the dollies and the little clockwork wheels, the gear machinations, whirring and spinning, just to keep Me going.Just to keep Me Going....True noble spirituality, and then a sudden dead-drop to violent realizationi try to hold unto something but it seems you can't screw with Nature...i try to hold unto something but it already has me. | 2022-07-03 03:07:39 |
| aether | ...decorporeal embraceas my self fallsself fallsself fallssightless, maybe i'm the only who's blindfalls... .. ..i try to dig, a moat for this castle i've created.i try to dig, a second line of trenchesi try to see through burnt out eyes.. .. ..i i i i try to see through, burnt out eyes. | 2022-07-03 03:02:08 |
| aether | constant, constant, whirlwind - tornadoexpressionately, sub-passionately, fading into myselfi keep trying to ground whatever this isand when i fail i got to let it all goand when i fail i have to stop myself from smashing into piecesand when i fall i can't decide whether to look at the sky or the groundand when i fall i just hurtle alongand when the life of me starts to bleed,i look for the color withinand when i keep gazing in...all the solipsism comes back again.drag myself out of good intentionsrope around my ankledidn't realize it's a pitfallthought i had the ability to saw through this emotion,this careless endless fissionaway from realitywhen i was a child, did i just decide to play alongwhen i was a child, did i just buy into the lie | 2022-07-03 03:02:01 |
| aether | The sun hammers my eye-holesDragging along my side is the corpses of the many I preposterously shelteredstowaways in my skin, bludgeoning thieves who take my true Nameand only when i shed the lies completely and forever will i be truly free...an endless dance of endless pleasure and endless lovewhat is within is withoutbut not so gracefulbut what is without is beautifulbut not so personal.And the winds collect up the stored hatreds, spreading them far away.And verbatim causations prove to me certain ideations. The dance of life proves itself.I am the forever in-dwelling perfection of a ceaseless unionMind displayed on the outsideI will be forever free forever free forever free to be what I want and what I am.I will be forever free forever free to be what I want, what I am. | 2022-06-28 00:59:31 |
| aether | the gaping eyes, with the x's over their names.the clueless cowherd, expressionless whilst maintaining slick sickly smiles.Oh, I see you and I see you,but never- I run from myself.Oh, we are not the same, ...exceptOh we are not the same and never will beA solipsist's lieWe collide and transcendBut here you are againand I cannot escapeI just see you who is my sin.the clueless cowherd, the endless procession of mocking liars.They all want to co-exist in my head.but here we are again, falling pitifully. the darkness spreads and you do not know your paththough you caught wind long agoand now the brutal battlements start to rescindand the tremulous terror that brought you heresoothes with its cold absenceigniting you to seek graceand and and andWe could only get so far if ultimately we didn't belong to Nothingness and not Sin | 2022-06-28 00:59:29 |
| aether | staring so wide-eyed with dwindling tearscut about a sharp stone that is the baseless ground.cut about myself i hew all the rough stone aparti am joyless and joyful to be an upstartOh how can You see who is so tightly bound?...Again and again, you fail to acclimate beyond what gives You pain.and only and only will it repeat, until finally you sow many forgivenesses, after alland only after, the truth truly does servecast in your hell-holecast in your despair of ignorance,only if you choose to take what is yours... Do the flames stop to let you pass. | 2022-06-28 00:48:41 |
| aether | constantly constantly seeing the truth but i'm lostalready in my place in my place my palace of mind and no space.time corrupt and the clocks all stopI see the future I see my-self.try to please another person and i will only failtry to please my-self and the gates all open wide.thoughts spiral, am i useless, am i worthlesshave i gone bad and corrupted my very selfbut but but but but there was never anyone here,staring so wide-eyed into it allexcept myself. | 2022-06-28 00:48:39 |
| aether | my life dies before mei open up and open upi am flying and the wire dragging along the groundpulls me to the soundof my life dying dying dyingattain pleasure and run from fearattain bliss and mock the deer in the headlights that i am.the train comes crashing throughthe terrible windmaking me free-mindedattain bliss, but all of it is constantly drying up.i see the past and the future and i'm locked in the nowproceeding step by step but,to master this endless waltz i have to...i have to...brought about by shame and fear,it's only myself that i hold dear.the world passes by in shamebut i just see me. | 2022-06-28 00:48:33 |
| aether | the hammer and the piano wiremy mind is garrotedfusilladepeopleall runningdespairthe machinations of the human mindthe machinations of machine mindall are cut offall in despairthe world looks out my eyesand he who burns within is much more than simple,he who burns within is much more than a nice fallacyi see the towers topplei see the sheer twisted metal.machinations of my mindthe embankment of my horrordriven by wedge of caustic terrorsows up the relief and marks it unablethere's one way outthe hammer tightens the stringand the disbelief and trembling thingdeprive me of oxygen until silencethe hills all are sandblasted downthe walls and their four corners, disturbed until i am no more.there isn't a relief until You who see See the Truth in Meone who proclaims existence yet is surrounded by malfeasance.You who skirt the edge.you who snake along the sand. | 2022-06-25 10:16:01 |
| aether | ...Oh how do I hate thee, but only it is me I expend my anger upon.and though i do turn my head, to see who is there, i remember clearly, there really is no one else.visions of Mind and Self.a sacred solus ipse.and though i hate thee, you really are just myself. | 2022-06-24 07:49:44 |
| aether | maybe i will...maybe i will write a poem, transgressed in black against myself.progressed down the nine circlesto see myself.there is no reason now, nor is there a truth to attainthere's just myself, staring into the sun.and motivation, combustionthe motor turns to end.without ignition, there never was... anything.fueled by solely myself, this life illusion mirageand my ganglions i slowly pet, favorites to my sore sore head....i thought they had a thought in their mind, but turns out it is me who dreams their eyes.and all the pleasure will solely be mine.this life of dragon's reach, because He hoards his gold and is solitary, swoops to killpredatory.because i embraced a lie and paid the price,to gradually be stricken of my illusions. | 2022-06-24 07:49:41 |
| aether | expunge the truth and wear a fancy crown.it'll be like we drowned except there's always a remote light, shiningthe lead-wirethe guidewire out.because people don't give a ♥♥♥♥ they're just in it for them.even the noble ones even the quiet ones even thethey're all badand i'm just the purveyor of my own sadness.wake up here and fall back asleep.wake up here and have my field sown with salt.nothing will ever grow so long as i...care what you think.nothing will ever grow so long as i...punish myself. | 2022-06-16 02:35:46 |
| aether | just more sludge that dredged itself upand the historic dislike for anyone who shows their faceand the careless callous ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥.stab the dagger in and twistwe'll be alright as long as we're listlessbecause earth's just a screenand i'm the purveyor of my misery.wake back up here just to insult myselfjust to twist the dagger inbecause,earth's just a lonely forlorn sun, hovering in some space above,and people don't care they're just like you. staring into the mirror.and earth people don't care they're just like me. | 2022-06-16 02:35:43 |
| aether | there isnt a destiny for glorythere isnt athere isnt a destination for sanctitythere is athere is a rope that burns until it lets go of meand iand i thought i had some thing to dobutbut the rope is just going to let goandand then i fall | 2022-06-10 23:14:23 |
| aether | fallingfallingfallingi write something during iti see the way we combineand sometimes the way we parti see the angst and the cruel twist within your hearti see my own battered imbitteredness,and finally my own struggle to say what i want to hear from myselfthe thing that's been worming out of my core.i see the bullets and the bombsi see the torture but maybe not even what's wrongi see me careening toward an objectivesinging a songbut i see whence it turni see the snake undo itself before my inner eyeand tearsavoiding what is inside only brings me paintry to evade what makes me me, and i just end in disdaini see myself try to undo my heart, but then i am nowhere, looking at deaththere's one path and it's the voice inside, yet i stray, yet i strayhope it will end someday, somedayyet inside, mercury from leadyet insidea path that isn't purely to the scythe. | 2022-06-09 23:29:09 |
| aether | the quaking storm | 2022-06-08 11:09:21 |
| aether | remember when people used toremember the light emanating caught in the skyseen through eyebut i haven't seen until nowbut i always saw somethingremember when people.. remember when i wasn't broken ..i step on the trapand the leaves camo itthe thin wood breaksand remember that feelingthat life was good... ... ... ...remember that......the insides quake from their own rollit's as if we are approaching something past fakewould the fires immolate me?would i be claimed amid themwould i come out of the furnacealive and something else?something iratewould the calmness flood my soulwould i see the point of prison bars and narrow windowswill god's empathy restore humanity in my soul...or must i build a palace myself. . . .bludgeon blowbludgeon blowthe wind harrows my soulmy self cracksthe air blows betwixt facts, and imust iand imust ibuild something myself. Human cascading doubt horror the sky topples all around but I'mI'm,standing unshattered in debris. | 2022-06-08 00:37:58 |
| aether | carving outwhat might be therei see the rounded bluesthe hues of jesus avenuei see sword swings and blows and death arriveth through the hand and the forki see people never changei see the black sun and the landscape, full of brute realityi see myself falling, endlessly, until i decidedecidedecide to walkand i remember the pains from walkingand i remember the hatred that spawns, whenwhen it all comes down to me againi see the truth and i see the despairand the sword blows, the shields, the hammer mauli see it all coming down as ifreality fully reflecting of Naturei am punctured and storedsoftly into the sweet deathi am bound and gagged and chained and march- browbeaten andi am lied to and whipped and gripping the soft deathi just see Naturereflecting It,the spikes and the malaise and the torturei see it all reverberate as if it hadfallen just to me | 2022-06-08 00:16:47 |
| aether | wat | 2022-06-05 18:48:29 |
| ＴＲＩＰＹ | I hid a twentyIn your messy room somewhere.Just clean to find it. | 2022-06-04 20:48:52 |
| aether | the music pulls and twirls mei'm going to hell butpretty unsure as to whether it's heaven either...oh, i don't really care what others think anymorei blotted them all out with some inkoh, i don't really care what others think any Morei'm coasting across that ice.i see the future i see the past, i dance dance to lack lackand the days hit fastbut i'm dredgingalong this sea bottom floorfor every moment, as if it were my last,somehow. people people they theyetc etc, maybe i just have fun talking to myself.Don't care what others think sometimes,but it's just another day, dragged along thedagger dagger razorbladewhen do we escape without a pointas if we can't leave unless something's achieved but it'smaybe just another dance to be having.. .. ..just another dance to be having. | 2022-06-03 20:28:46 |
| aether | the wild doubtthe wild cascading doubtdancing all around usthe wild doubtthe wild cascading doubtwe're dancing all around thembecause you can taste itbecause we see the truthbecause i wish i had a footholdobsessions go by the waysideand dis-ease becomes a seeming annihilationand i'll write what i want and i won't ask questionsand i'll be what i am even if people get bored.becausei've been through a whole lot i guessand the torture and pain, need danced away with somecalm calm calm boredomi don't see the reality of anything, i don't see the realitymy dreams push and sway me, | 2022-06-03 20:28:44 |
| aether | the ire of the father, melts me in cool gracethis place and its pain,this place and my pain.melting downmy ideologies and my evil system of thoughtthis placepunctured by painmy ideologiesmy evil system of thoughtdrowning with a glimpsei am connected to spirit but i feel weaki am connected but i flednow i must dig myself out of the hole i dug by myself.now i must see the light, or it will burn me outmy fallacy, my systems of thoughtburn me out with a glimpsei cant stop cryingas all comes down as if it all came downtruth burns me outof the hole i coldly calculated to be fortuitoustruth burns me outand despair holds me theretruth burns me outand despair grasps unto the realand despair grasps unto the truthbecause it is freedom | 2022-06-03 14:40:52 |
| aether | Grabbed unto the hole, the pole that prevents you from sliding under.Grabbed unto the hole, the pole that prevents you from sliding under.You don't see that maybe reality chose based off of us?You don't see that maybe we're more relevant than a collapse into this screaming void.it knows its choice alreadyit knows its choice alreadyand though we meander, it sets rightand though i mistake, it ponders right...because screaming holy voidbecause what is behind is worse than what is forwardbecause people want to throw away lifebecause people want to throw away everythingi think it knows better. | 2022-06-03 04:44:14 |
| aether | void screamingit will claim everyonethe void screamingthe void is screamingit will claim everyonecreated such a disturbance,the holy bibleperturbation from itselfreality itself morphicreality itself morphicIt chooses not to just be sand.It won't play the devil's advocate.It chooses not to just be sand.It won't play the devil's advocate.You think you want things to be meaningless.But then your inevitable non-existence screams itself.Then your inevitable non-existence screams itself. | 2022-06-03 04:44:13 |
| aether | what their little orifices couldn't withstand, they were beaten downHow do you survive what You don't Want to?How do you survivehow do you survive what you don't want tohow do you survive what you don't want toand she fell off a tall building,and she fell off a tall building,slamming into concreteAnd the teeth and the vibration and the lust and the teething, the orifices all hungry,And the teething and the orifice and the gaping lackAnd the gaping hole where love was, searchesand the gaping hole where love was,and the gaping hole where love was | 2022-06-03 03:15:35 |
| aether | she fell off a tall building,she fell off a tall building,and slammed into the concrete.and people felt somethingand people felt somethingshe fell off a tall building,she fell off a tall building,and then people grew apprehensive.pensive,apprehensive.just when do people see,why what their eyes do not see,just when do people see,why what their eyes do not. And then people all bemoaned their situation in unison.And then people all bemoaned and held in chagrin,what their orifices could not eat, they beheld, to be stronger than them. And the diseaseand the disease | 2022-06-03 03:15:34 |
| aether | the flames all broil awaywhat there is when you aren't to destroythe flames all broil awaythe flames all broil awayholy of holieshis holiness and his divine effigiespeople think religion is some troppeople think spirit is some tropthe people around me, praise one thing and do another,people think spirit is some tropexecution, bludgeonpeople think pain is some blunt forcei've come unraveledi cant stomach the poisoni cant stomach the poisonpeople think all's just a laughing joke and thenthey sit in the nursery home in agonyor they succumb to horrible blowsand they think spirituality's just tropand they think spirituality's just some trop.people think it isn't poisonand their baser needs are being 'met'when they think they outsmarted the devilthey beckon hell anyway.they think spirituality's just some trop...just some trop. | 2022-06-03 03:02:56 |
| aether | think all kinds of things,spinning around in ...largely hatred.because you and you and you, never were much fun.i see the dream, maybe even the trees.but i'm caught inside a maw, tooth and dagger and clawstab my way out, buttooth and dagger and claw.everyday transgressioneveryday heightened pointed confessionb-b-b-but i'm just a,lowlyscreamingplummeting...already among the dead.but i'm a falling, plummeting, lowly, screaming...but i'm | 2022-06-02 14:06:02 |
| aether | everything's broke out the ass, and especially me,but sometimes i feel freecascading doubt reasoning suspicion, hm, might go over these terrible falls.in the rapids, we are dis-ease. combating ourselves to pivot a-turn ourselves, just to survive, buti don't always think it's best toi think i mightbroke upon the lick of the wavedying insidehow do you really escape thiseverything pivots and turnsthe singing escape, is personifiedthe hilt extends its rapier, and-...and,i just simply coast... downhill meander,as if i'm already dead.i see the midnight dross, the layered webwraps around me, i'm in a chrysalis of despair,and the large pylon, juts forth, nails being driven,despairand i, | 2022-06-02 14:05:59 |
| aether | sometimes we frown and sometimes wethe endless grasp already held ongiven what we seek just not always when we weep for it, held under the moon by a forcefulcertainty. a forceful remedymy love boundless but i'm not suremy love certain but the desires, are and yes, typically are punished. . . yet i still receive.drowning in glory, the horrible bitter sadness and severe lack, got me to love myself-and still i don't know why.severe and severe, severance package i suppose, to realize i am still... becoming ecstasy somehow, after all this horrible crushing down unto me. heaven opens and somehow little did change. pouring out, tears collected somewhere became a resolute steadfastness, without feeling choked.finally able to meet the terror, i don't intentionally destroy myself,but i turn towards it, accepting...i turn towards it... accepting... | 2022-06-02 11:48:06 |
| aether | dead haunted melodiesswing my sword at theeas if all were to drown, plummet, gone forevera passionate ragea fury within, that doesn't dissipate, inthe halls of perfection, written on the walls of virtuesomewhere is where i attained masteryof something i don't know why is within.and percolating through, is the sadness to knowthat maybe i've sinned.but still i will be a light, even if my mind is cloudedsurging on, i revoke and life tells me to be irrevocablei juxtaposise and diei see the semblance and the facsimile of my mind .. .. .. . . . . . . ,., but we all move onward and onward and- | 2022-06-02 11:48:05 |
| aether | god laughed andpeople fell apartall slewnby a little wish granter in the background.swirling around a field of despair.he sip he sup and watched them disappear.happy to be unknown, for it generated his own fear.he sip he sup and gone are those whogone are those whogone are those who held a thin veneerlost in the eyes of a fortune-teller, a hypnotist. the great god in the little flea kingdomhe knows what ire is to be made of, if he ever showed it.grin and bear itif he ever showed it.things would fall apart.wish granter, fortune-teller, eyes boring into his fun ant-farm. his malady is his own,his scars, his. boring into the ground, to extract and excavate a desire foregone.the comrade of comrades, but none know him, spinning his yarnbut, eyes grow cold, and his enthusiasm wanes. | 2022-06-01 12:00:17 |
| aether | eyes fade i'm gladperennial madness i'm always sadpomp and trop,spitting ladfestering in the tower,another reason to remain dourjagged lines repeat they remain the samei hitherto realized i don't have a brainall the physicality, a dream of congeniality.jagged lines repeat they remain, the samepeople they pass by the waysidejagged heights, murderholejutting arrowpicturesque i'm funneling,through a straw-heap realitydamned andperfectandfinally making it to theend someday.because a lazy screamadmitted to unending heightsproclaimed a drowsy deathonly toperennially bealive again, forever and everin this place between the reeds, sailing down in melancholy.your perfectionmy endless grace.poke and prodfind the in-between times, sorely lackingsailing down the river melancholyall's right beginning or end, middle or travestytravailing me, perfect, sanguine. | 2022-06-01 09:09:31 |
| aether | the, self-reproach,seal apart the flaw,would Find Something In It, if ...Would Be As Someone, But looking up into the sky, i feel my tired eyes,self-reproach, lashed down.hatred to see myself drown.lashed down. he's a lie, i'm a liei just see myself descend...deeper and darker,as if it were the point.sly mistake so slippery i fall irregardless of my posture.submitted to seasubmitted to seagreensinside, outside.a short-lived chasm before the breath is pulled out. | 2022-05-31 00:02:46 |
| aether | ... to the wind and treestumultuous sky, molten eyesstaring out, at the embankmentwater never retrievablenarcissist doesn't love himself anymore,facsimile, shatter my own consciousness for the other.the world grows blank, lived from a corner.no one looks this way or that, all staring as if enraptured by...i'd want attention, but it'd end in Nothing.i'd want attention, but it'd be nothing.i'd want something, but it wouldn't be Anything.everything from X's to O's, naught, naughtcrossedself-reproach to meter | 2022-05-31 00:02:42 |
| aether | tall faces, grass creeping upbut i don't know, i threw it all away. a blade of grass and one human are the same.heartless to be without heart. staring into myself, as i disacknowledge the outside.noble trainwreck, tall grass, creeping up.would anyone know the truth, i wouldn't believe them, i am sleuthing low to earth.ground skimming, sandscraper, dust acting natural. would we have the truthisn't that what we're looking for?am i merely encouraging,or stating my current state. | 2022-05-31 00:02:37 |
| aether | had a life to go on, now i don't see it anymore, lost in the labyrinth cavernous hill to climbspin my web, spin my weavethoughts obscene to others as if a dream.journeying up, and journeying down. over and over, around around.the assumptions built into language,and the overall constituents, construction.cause me to meander over, to what feels best.attracted to sadness, sadness, sadness and death, it's a trite inconsequential responsesee the annals and the halls,the trophies and the stallsthe tall rooftops, and the perpetual falling, already presentnightmare trop, see a thing in the Allnameless until you part the mist, believing in it because you see in it yourself and it in self. | 2022-05-31 00:02:36 |
| aether | side-glancing in anger, a most divinely beautiful thing, somehow stricken with the truth itselfi sometimes, sit and stewthe life of me, passes by anewyet i'm concerned with oblivion and the past.and the hatreds i've learned to amass.all of them looking at me, whispering a realization, myself wonderingwhat more there is to glean from them.i just see hatred, and anger.If in God's Kingdom, I had a Father, I wish he'd.........but nothing is to go.People, they round about the edges. As if planets, and moons, stars, and gloom.Inside this... I seek something that probably will not be.A destiny other than what I humanly consider to be doom.I love all those around me, even if I make my marks on every thing about them.A cold-calculating gaze, assessing their inability and failure to be.. more.In the grip of the hands of the dead, I am forced...... | 2022-05-30 21:24:24 |
| aether | searching for the bottom with my hands already on the ground. | 2022-05-30 20:59:49 |
| aether | asked the man in self-reinforced bondage to falsity | 2022-05-30 20:46:02 |
| aether | what's the point in having friends if they're all dead inside. | 2022-05-30 20:33:02 |
| aether | find my guide-light, emotion inside....it just reeks to findthat theres nothing really herethe obvious hurdlethe obvious boundless turtles.landslideamorphous and bluethe semblance of me and you, held in cold gray lies' light.all reek melancholy, i i i i i i i i i i i i i i i i i i i i i i i i,there is no destination, except the one i already inhabit.lies' cold gray lightdisseminating my hate. All spin around, all spun around, we see the collision ofmyself on the pyre, my grasping of falsehood being torn out of my hands. | 2022-05-30 12:32:15 |
| aether | we were at the foregroundnow we'rebackgrounddisappearingaround this endlesswe were at the foregroundnow we're sipping the cupof demisetruth be told, it all comes cascadingtruth be told; this is so much funi have been egregiously- - - - i dissipate from the current state of affairs, self-removed, i disappeararound this endlessfornication, proceeds to self-immolation, can't i see...fornication, proceeds to self-copulation, spinning dangerously.... | 2022-05-30 12:32:13 |
| aether | wish i felt alive,remember the past,it fades and myself,looks trite, framed against theimpossibility, and the realityof only oneall there ever was, and yet i have trouble respecting myself.with the loss of the illusion of people, they were me all along.a puppeteer throwing his voiceall the great art, my own....and yet it's all i can do is feel messed up. | 2022-05-29 18:04:36 |
| aether | silence silence, silence silence. | 2022-05-29 17:25:47 |
| aether | everyone, everyoneeveryoneeveryone will commit murder.the pull and the primer, the explosion and the white deathpulled awaymust not fightvainglorywrongs committed, pile atopthis sheltered ego, considers himself smart.knowing best.mistakes crosseyedtorn out of the librarya thought of other, gone past.similar root failure, inability to empathize.push comes to shove, we think we know bestdown the man goes, and concrete claims himi lament otherbut know not that i do the same.balance in things, brought by shame.try to rectify the wrongsstill i am wrong.know a thing or twothoughts as emblazoned on us is the distant idea of sin.will claim it to be anything until we make another mistake. | 2022-05-28 11:11:10 |
| aether | the shrill screams get louder,the calm in my dreams, surety.the shrill screams become a raucous event,i am forever the soft nature of reality.as if it were all going to go south,my mind paces its virtual seeming cage.the insanity of this life gets to me, the human me,but then once sleep, all woes disappear behind. | 2022-05-28 08:15:59 |
| aether | pleasure is the root to truth. | 2022-05-27 19:55:22 |
| aether | bones snap like a twig,the ego flees itself in mind-numbing painunable to recognize, what it disdainsfree yourself of slavery, haunted by liesscripture foretells of a great purgeall the pain is falseall the pain is a lie told to preservebe unafraid of what is just a child's toy.i will free myself from lies.i will free myself from what is toldpain is indication, and indication transmutes.There is no pain to avoid, but the one that doesn't tell the truth.true or false, indication and pleasurecut up beyond remorsei will sail straight into oblivion to find my self.I will fling myself at the White Whale to Obtain the Truth,no bitter end is achievable, when you do as you do rightly, as always thusly.fear is the great evilfear interpenetrates and scolds what must be true.fear must be crushed as surely as my bones snap, corrupted through false Love and hiding. | 2022-05-27 19:42:23 |
| aether | enhance my psyche, berate, beratedownward slopecascading down all around us,is the thought that everything would last.i see clearly, as if in a mirror, projected out to myself, the torturous path becomes infinite gloryself-aggrandizing, i spin my web, hurtling myself along to protect my endless fragile nature.i see you, the truth, passing by. All's passing by. i see the truth, i see you, not sure what i mean when what i say is that i never thought that all could transpire in such a way. cancer spreading does metastasize, but really, Never Sure It Doesn't Lead Somewherecrossed out and hope to die, my eyes bent and sheltered down, cancel the route and spin around.again again again, I see you, becoming a mirage. What I never was.scintillating horror makes me writhe, in truth i stayinevitable to the procession of gray and grey....yeah, I see what never was, the ghostly image of myself transposed upon the screen of space,myself in never-ending grace. | 2022-05-27 15:20:02 |
| aether | we were all comrades once,and then love died and was reborn. | 2022-05-27 15:11:58 |
| aether | frenzy drops awaysome things take time.staring into whatever is, whatever is that is mine.staring into, cold facesee the fetters, drop away now. every day spinning somewhere in this place. cold facespent staring into the sun. typewriter hammering the print, sloshing in the airi spend forever maybe not always here, and feel better, althoughspent time finding but searchinginto bleak halls of malaise. every every everyfor the longest timehad a good feelingwashed away, now it's topsy turvywashed away, feet to throne and bone lashed to the escarpment. every day spentdragging up ignomonious escarpment,upup. deep waterglory's retreatdown into defeat. | 2022-05-27 13:00:38 |
| aether | flailing the great maulkingdoms all topple and i stare into the sunexistential crisis until remedy occurs, divine gracesimple throes, melancholy heightened until i am swimming through the airwading and waiting fordecided to no longer wait, no longer waited forspent my time, every daycarving a beautiful path, into the side of the mountain.everyday, spent my timejourneying broad, inside my little heart.every day......... | 2022-05-27 13:00:37 |
| aether | life full of suffering,the divine laughsprocessed into a cattle-herdi stomp my feet.depression reekschew the cudwishing for morebut maya says: this is itif you're not happy, then the rest is cud too.surrender and accept,but i'm twirling my despair like a special pendant on a chain.surely some archetype. | 2022-05-27 11:59:48 |
| aether | destroyed, rinse wash repeathate myself, rinse wash repeat,see the truth, funnel it into the hateexcept it's bounding out nowexcept it's bounding out nowdays repeat, semblance of fate...bouncing up and down,born to slipfall apart, unwilling to adapt except to survivehatebrewing at tunnel's endsnakeslithering over the skeletons.people,making me madlast straw, camel deadtalk to people but i hate them insteadfeel a strange energy, lying dormantdiscovered it a while agobut now it's becoming foremost.the scintillating pleasure, which arrives from it:ready to destroy at first notice.hatei spin around in fatehategestating within is latent realization. unlimited power.hateall i see is just my breathdragon's eyes growing past the nature of what i decided to forego.burning hateburning hate | 2022-05-26 22:38:54 |
| aether | impossible blueit all becomes truethe unconditional love, wisethere is still a wrong, but cannot failgnashing of teeththe long march through the deserti shed what isn't what i want to be true.as if it matters to things themselves.because you should follow your heartgod himself maybe had no plan except a perfect understandingthat perfect oblivion shouldn't crash into itself evilly.warding off what shouldn't be. all the potential evil turned aroundflooding in, the love, forever.because you should always follow your heart.i wish i could cry until i truly felt relievedan ocean of tears will spillbecause love impossibly rectifies what shouldn't be.turned around, the truth comes spilling outabsolute perfection, coming from a very humble place.broken and horrified love, mending at every turn.all perfectly sealing fate forever.to be unfailed, to not cast itself into oblivion.because what is true and yet to be, will be sought. | 2022-05-26 00:40:55 |
| aether | alpha omega trinity pointretrocausativea figure to start all creation, the point of perfect lovecreating all aspects at once, and yet having a reality at current tense.impossible and true.. | 2022-05-25 23:55:29 |
| aether | tired of dyingbut i'm okay.come crashingsurrender perfectlyno longer screamingshed some tearswho's to insultwhen it only provokes moreexist inside my mindcopy and copy the pigstyi have become the little embodiment of truth, buried away in an imaginary world.having fun with my obtuse sequence of events and words,the writing on the page and sun/moon flipping endlessly,as if i am some ancient eldritch monsterwisdom enters but i'm still sobbingreflect only to burn my own image repeatedly into this infinity mirror.it's okay that'll be finehave some coffee and spend the timeput my feet up, the dull aches and the dragging odorsdon't fluster me past the point, except to desire to leave forever.i am fine, ink fadesthe biting sadness, haunts only a pretend grave.continuance of my poor self.viscous storm, visceral opaque dream, bound by the seamconnected to ajuncture, see myself... | 2022-05-25 22:40:24 |
| aether | tried to stay alive,their eyes are all dead and they insideguess i'm blind toodancing amid the selfwe'll all play apiece the piecemirror image to my selfit's okay it's okay it's okay it's okaymaybe i'm self-denying myself some anger,but truth is worth more, isn't it?after-alli can't insult my own self-expressionexcept out of ignorance...see the dull events transpirethe cowherd eyes sheltera weak innocence like i'm forgetting again,vacantly refracting my hate into tumultuous lovethat i am their provocateur | 2022-05-25 22:29:32 |
| aether | people, grayheart, colddescending a smooth staircasethe white and the foldexisting down to earth, desire for the endpulled along, just for a melancholy highrealizing it all, but still i don't fly.wish to unfold my wings | 2022-05-25 17:20:09 |
| aether | hatred, and futile rageopponentspawns and queensdeath spiraljust a gamei want free of this placeand my eyes glazethe fury-firegestates softlyharming myselfand i hate what i amall the humans and the rocksthe impassable lifepeople become stonesas i writheshrines and thrones to falsitytoppling false-gods, weaker thanmy own fragility.terrible tremors, the caustic pain. | 2022-05-25 16:33:25 |
| aether | never in vain...i see the future, it's inside my murky reflection.the time spent harassing others, myselfturns in a beatific surrealizationapproaching, hand struck outunknown, coming is the fate to myself, who was under crushing weightand spinning tirelessly, our notion,of a high heavenwheel turning just to provide.the spoken awethe whisper from mawthe belittled pauper grasps his high hand, just to understanddeep inside, more than vein.twisting and turning, rotting burns away.at last, deliverance for more than scorn, pity.deepset eyes, stare into the facade, the cauldronbrimmingi am free, forever. realizing. and the torment opens up, washing away. | 2022-05-25 13:26:19 |
| aether | begin the achec'mon we gotta fixatefixed position, entrenchmentgrinding the heel backwardsthe wheels pop and the treads malfunctionthe turret has accelerated, outside the chassiscatastrophic ammunition destructionwe would know,what semblance tells usthat life is a gesticulating jesterpointing at itself through glorysurface-level, i absconddeep down, i always know.serpentine visions, zigzagging to heaven, wewill escape this eroding horrificationlives spent becoming dustfutile crust of the earth, thin mantle between the breech of mancascading doubt and hatebut life spent under the sun knows a coming | 2022-05-25 13:26:17 |
| aether | knowingness.. exudesfun, protrudesmegalomaniathere isn't a downside, banana peels are a running gag on this journey, show, selflaugh track self-consciouswhat am i aboutsee me growing saddon't quite have it yet, do ispinning effortlesslythe warmth of the heart, spreading to itselfi was always the one i've been servingsubservient toloving ofcracking jokes withinthe bitter and the sweetdrizzling syrup, retreat back to self,crying and balling my eyesain't this read 'em and weep.you're a treathave myself leanedvoraciousthe salivation completeavalanche tornado hurricane, landslide mud explosion ash stormthe hailing haboob, the maddening simple shy-domhiding behind it allrivers of my molten personaself-aggrandized, perfecta resolute green tree, standing tall in formi am ever-risingself-aggrandized, terrible loverising to fruitionthis lemming pulled the thread.Halleluja, escape from Hellnightly embracecold and emblazoned facemegalomaniagrace. | 2022-05-25 09:14:16 |
| aether | mad god riffing alongwe'll find shangri-la soon enoughno harm no foulno fault trust me there's a silver liningcomrade stalin gives his orderszhukov sents his connies through some minesi am pretty, i am falsehere lies truth it got shottowering inferno, the real god emergestwisted beautiful light, something of a curse.i'm so happy, the dancing world.disappears and i'm what's leftoh say can you seehappens so-not. magnificent chorus, the angels dead-eyedoh, happiness tornado, more than just mock-blisscomes whirling around, picking up my detritus-worthy life.Yeah I'm finally free ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥and the sun and moon speaksglad to have me, off you go.Twisting and turning in the invincible lightThe infinite upwellment, the jovial sonreturns to himself outside ofthe bend the rend every sinwildly free, compassion consumes me wholemerely for myself,mad god laughing its way home. | 2022-05-25 08:58:15 |
| aether | torture victim in my dreams,realize it's a phantasmo, prior to waking up here.torturer didn't exist, him trying to pull off my scalp wasn't realjust a twisted dream realizedthis whole life is the same thingha-hah-huh-hah-hoh.and all the painand all the beautygone by the waysideway off in left fielda mad god all alone, infinitely indivisible.horrific yet perfectly safe.truth is funnyand yet... | 2022-05-25 08:37:30 |
| aether | always wrongseeking wrongcouldn't guessi surge and circlethen retreatlife repeatrepetitionsame motifrepeated ad infinitumthen i increase my woeturn again,another direction.write a poem,but it's the same one.shadows reflect myselfstrangely enoughwith a lack of lightoutlinebereftcircle repeats and i am fooledcircle repeats and i have attained groundmarch onward, 'till i frown.rapid-fire disgustquirk and rustdisintegrate and dustmelted fusspouring into a cauldron, high heatresolve and trustbut i'm spinning, repeat, cyclegaining ground, tiredgroggymalaise, disfunctionsearch, repeat,cannot find, trust, cleavecleave to findsurge, retreat, surgewithout treatise, unending searchwould not call it off ever. | 2022-05-25 02:02:47 |
| aether | stark reliefthe cold releaseplaces and a pastobliterated at last.abandoned a maligned futurefor the darkness instead.chose pain over fortitudeand crumbled with the pleasant dusthad a thing or two going for methrew it like a skipping rock, which immediately sank.can't hold within the displeasure, see it spreading around methe painfrom all this hatenow plundered by a desperate racetowards bitter realizationtowards bitter truthgotta say, i'm committedinterned to my own great big fall to the actual actualities.the rotating gyrating spawncaustic and lamei dance upward as if nothing had happened at all.creeping up, it was always there.now the blackness spreads, consumes my tortured sin-adapted assumptions.burning away. | 2022-05-24 23:19:29 |
| aether | world collapsesit was all a charadethere isn't a much better answer.empty and deadfull of myself insteadthe world fadesa fever dreama life gonedeserted uponrealized it allrealized it allwrote some things downthought at first it might get passed aroundthen i stared into my own eyes, finally just to realizei'm alone after all this timepassing messages alreadyexchanging notes of my own.the buildings all go blackthe hearts are goneeveryone's eyes, emptystaring into my own soul, finallybleak and strange, but it's the way of things.time to accept the truth | 2022-05-24 23:08:14 |
| aether | the monster within, cold and calculates, plans its own datesurreptitiously decides everything, stolen from the dead who were masqueraded as more than.the outside infinally understanding that the king does ordainfear and abject irreasonableness dissolve.there is no one left to impress and i seem to have a profound emptiness.but there is love for myself, who designed and made everything...... | 2022-05-24 22:59:23 |
| aether | i have my thorns in everything,my tentacles, everythingno escape from the ugly truth, i am allthe mistakes in conversationthe blips on the radarthe people on the streetthe carouser and the cavalier idiotthe words and the phrases, the memes and the facescollapsing down into a tiny box, made by I Amever-rising identitybecoming what it willsi am monster and perfect all the same.the horror that is me. | 2022-05-24 22:53:19 |
| aether | hit the dirtpowderkeg earthrockin', slammin' feetmy hand goes through the mirror,picks myself up.finally beginning to understand,how terrifying but it's the truthgrasp, i have itgot my thing, tremulousstomp the earthdetune from the wrong-illusion.perfection. | 2022-05-24 13:48:15 |
| aether | shape-shifting Teotl winks at Himself. | 2022-05-23 15:46:51 |
| aether | and i'm constantly at plategotta find a balance but the darkness won't abate.leading me down astray supposedly but satan says i should play devil's advocate.down and down,won't you find the truth but they're all inane.Worldly concerned and secular.Fools without digitigrade heels.Monsters without gall.Spitting and thinking theirs the optimum path.I'm drowning to be amongst the snakes.Mirror reflection of my own damnation, perhaps.Sometimes you raise your fist when you're challenged. | 2022-05-23 04:12:45 |
| aether | grab a hold of the spear and i'm going to break itleave it inchildhood-like sympathies of myself echoing into the present to prevent losing face.except none of it matteredspinning spinning look here and theresurrounded by the truth. pointed obvioussatan's visit.he says i've been insane, they are all inane,and i'm alone forevera type of pleasant madness ensues, thrumming with positive and sexual feelings.but it turns to melancholy, apathy, going in a cycle.i already don't own others' perspectives, so isn't it better to assume the current-truth?goes in a cycle, | 2022-05-23 04:12:44 |
| aether | everything's falling apart,the semblance repeats, the boredom grows.could grow oh-so tired of this and yet you will.turned to whomever provideslest it nestle into hate.the wild fear in my eyes turn into impossible coal-eyes of deathwarrior spirit, as if i'm some type of code itself,an eye for an eye, curtains crashing down all around.cannot find, except to turn upon itselfthe psychic phenomenon,the impossible coincidences,the inexplicable resonance with the winking Other.don't know what I'm about, dancing with deatha hold on this spear in my thoraxbleeding, bleeding, forever, forever, it'll continue spinningthe time i hold over this one, past and future, present tense meltinghow could things be if they were perfect, seemingly my question...all i want to know | 2022-05-23 04:04:56 |
| aether | everything's falling apart,think you know,rap heart mentality,degrading and debasingdepression and degradationsplitting feet into digitigrade spiked heelswings spreading,i think i know something,i embody hateclown-man merely entertains himselfthe liars all circle themselves like cavalry in a circuscustard did better.think i know somthingthe feeling heat-seeksi grasp unto the spear handle that juts into my thorax. | 2022-05-23 04:04:55 |
| aether | i seek thethe the thetimes i'd feel good, but it's more than that. want impossible ineffable sorry.comrade stalin progress report, but i'm i'm i'mtearing myself apart for the truth. don't think it's what people know.Because if they did, it'd be commonplace.truth hidden, every wall.remove the brick, staring at me, as if it always wasscary eyedragged out to this encampmentslayers and slane, slewn, littering what's left of this petty paltry metamorphosis.small god screeching, a wretch, discover the truthexcept i'm a lie either way, somehow. | 2022-05-23 03:54:51 |
| aether | i could be worth something, but i am nullthe heart of me vain contentiously planning for something allthe hate and the pain on the other bend, i am vulnerable.cognitive of the idea that i am vainglorious, vapid, silly, seeking things that cannot serve.will go to my grave searching for something that isn't explainable.wanting a truth that doesn't sit well with me. solipsism and total control.the biting apathy, strikes during itcould see a truth more pleasant, hesitant to embrace both. jagged lines repeatthe quill shaky but also still.dragged out to this encampment of a lonely self surrounded by friends and familyi find nothing still.during a hatred unknown, maybe some call it passionnamed for its veracity | 2022-05-23 03:54:50 |
| aether | night claims the new victimthe first and the last to enteri think i'm on to something.twisting and turning in my malaise.could see a horizon but i'm phased,being phased out, slowly.i want to be beautiful,want to be impossibly importantbeyond any metric.but i am empty, nothing, and life doesn't seem to promise that sort of thing.want to be important to peoplebut the humbleness digs a hole.with my grave-marker there.i am seemingly nothing, embracing the repetitive grandiose fantasy.the pursuit of more than nihili.i am nothing, unable to seek past a certain extent,i've become a malady, my own sense.eyesight blindbecome a simulacrum of others' interpretations and what they know.predictable.i want to be somethingburned outside this realm. but instead i will die slowly unknown. | 2022-05-23 03:48:06 |
| aether | inconsequential | 2022-05-23 03:44:19 |
| aether | someone will always steal the show.someone will always be there to look brighter and wiser, but deep insidei am just the fighter, who isn't fighting but is dyingmaking sole evaluationson the this and the that.sadness has me collapsedbut i am the dancer, who cannot escapealready where i'm at.appearance has a way of demonstrating perfectionbut in my slog and my uphill battles, it's just me who is sensing that things aren't right.that maybe i stand just for myself...knocked down a good bit by this worldi just see a memorandum to go looking for the truthmyself unable to filch anything similar to what another appears to be doing.the raw insides, the truth insideand anything else'd be a lie. | 2022-05-22 21:03:01 |
| aether | and sadness still erupts.but i am fine, even though there is supposed neglect.strong and strengthening, the beat of the drum continues in an arcsomething like a fibonacci spiral, towards greater fruition.i have always been foundseen through but never distraught with a complete liethat i am somehow nothing, and worth less. because,because...truth inordinately becomes, is alreadyand though i often stray, will embrace something someday. | 2022-05-22 14:09:49 |
| aether | take it and transmute itthe pain comesnot sure others existpain comes, take it and transmute iti round about the bend, the end, the ignomonious fallpain comes, round aboutwe're all spinning softly, in caress of our supposed diabolic nature.when seated upon its throne, nothing worth dying has fallen.eternal love, spun its web, besides myself with joythat the truth has finally been foundmy paltry human self, told to avoid words that hurtbring myself up, out of sadnessthe truth is far deeper than a madness.people caress each other to find somethingthey are this something, love, but ihurt and thinking i am outside of, somethingsearch for a way somewhere else.right where i need to be. nothing wrong in perfection ultimately.told this, | 2022-05-22 14:09:47 |
| aether | ...cogitation, reverse-iteration, backward steps, stephalting problem, can't foresee the futuremired in aself-cogitation, awarenessfires burn but i'm alive in this....good games but they all round aboutmake me feel ill, ache.Good games but the day is still still.Round about, the merry-go-round,the heart beats still....cogitation, help, force, love.rising forever, i thought it had amotif, still, rough, malady, stillcomrades in arms they espouseheated heart, brought to you bycomrades in arms they remain stillheated heart, i accelerate. vain and fangs born of and from being oh-so tame. | 2022-05-22 13:49:20 |
| aether | appearance of movementxeno's paradoxi am trapped in thei am stuck in atheseus shipstuck in a metaphor, an analogy, a simile, an alliteration, a motif, a semblance of...i'm stuck in hell, high heaven worships meHow the fires burn, I roast alive,the caustic mire...Pleasant fan, blowing soft wind...fans of aobliterationthe suckinginto the somewherevoidcomrade in arms, but they are allcomrades in arms, but they are all | 2022-05-22 13:49:19 |
| aether | pathetic and uselessdroningmoaningpathetic and uselessexistingstrivingthrumming existenceyou aren't the way you're supposed to bethe crescendo of the meteortopplerubblewish i wasthe halls all twisting and servingbut theymoaning, droningpathetic and uselessevery day spent heightening myjagged hallevery day i heighten myfalling behind, but what?pathetic twisting mewlingi can save myself,i can save myself, i can save myself,i can save myself,i can save myself today.not what we're supposed to be.dragged out tofalling apartpatheticsad. | 2022-05-21 19:54:48 |
| aether | everyone is so busy in the worldi fall througheveryone is so busyi whisper to myself softly, that i will be anew....the caked on horror, the quivering messthat's me, pretending not to be aggrandized to kingdom come.a humble existence,this lonely profligate searchesoh andturning, steadily,we lock and meetthe halls have turned sour from our mud tracked feetsurely you already know... | 2022-05-21 12:09:14 |
| aether | fixed 76mm cannonfixed 75mm cannonthe hypervelocity barrelthe sabot piercing shotthe jubilation and the singing hatethere is finally freedomthere is finally freedom and its name is ...the unearthly solipsistic as-if-it-were (death spiral) towards void.freedom from allunattached to anycommitted to anything i want, and yet its meaningless propagated, right to the heart.hatred brought me hereand so many other thingsthe darkness ripples, and the cords are all attachedto struts in the unimagined femininitypitch blacknothingness, perfect and sanguine, whole, and the least insane thing.freedom at last. | 2022-05-21 06:58:29 |
| aether | burning upsickeningthe void screams out to mederivative remalfunctioninggo the wrong wayhit a dead end wallfunny that self-preservation involves so much negationhave to ditch all lofty notionjust to achieve groundplummetstrum my cords slowlythey are all connected to thepitiless screamingsomething always dragging me back to whatever isgrateful i finally maybe found upon itgrateful that there isn't something that makes me spin as if i'm sicka deep down what-there-isenabling total freedom | 2022-05-21 06:58:28 |
| aether | ...the tormentlife has gotten better, my emotions have settledand yet the pain can always come tunneling backas if it never left.fear routes the zealousthis blighted entity knows not its subservience, at timesthe entry-point for othersslammed on the concrete....i am hopelessly wishing i was increasingly battered and yet respectful of the pain of seeming damnation.fearful,hedge the betsattempt to prosperyet i haven't sealed up.the essence of me merely exits.. . . . . . . . . | 2022-05-21 06:37:02 |
| aether | broken in halfthe pieces of me absorb out the essence of whatever i was and whatever i might beinto the worldinto whatever broke mepretending again specialness amid futilityuselessly thrashing against the death processed on me, i will bite my teeth together and grind them.is it circumstance, or is there faultinhabiting angerclear-sightedness but i don't see anything except being blindthe life of me open like a corpseseeks to eradicateopen like almost like a bird,carelessthe habituation, no,severe tremors,death throes, no.what is life abouti've been cracked open and yet maybe a slightly better prototype of myself, the meat is all rotten.dead on the side of the roadthe malady comes to holdi am compassion held over a | 2022-05-21 06:37:00 |
| aether | twisting and turning on a path of self-similarity trying to eke out truth or realnessembody actual in-dwelling emotionsbut then the tower comes crumblingsit in silence and think it'll come to anothererecting stony faces, all pointlessto distract from reality, in the name of integration and positive progressa middle ground to the cynicism and many juxtapositionsor i am just wasting time doing something i want to slightly more than others.wish i embodied my true self completely, wish i were something.the amorphous twisting and turningisn't it emptyand the lever which points at itself, emptyand everything fire?or at some point must something be the groundsthe key critical worth-pointthe actual goal, destination.and if it doesn't exist, then why do I want It | 2022-05-21 06:16:48 |
| aether | idea factorycrank out another onei'll write a poem to alleviate the mind,ache.think i've got something to sayand all the beautiful things, pouring into wordsdon't remain quite the same, hopefully imbued with some type of empathic communicable essence, but i'm already cynical about myselfsee the darkness, emanating and the gesticulationinitiative but faulty, the words come too easily and yet don't slip out rightwait for some type of real emotion, and take it and plunderthink i'm solving somethingcynical that i'm being verboseaddictionlike talking to just talkdeeper qualities turn a detergent white and get washed outi am trying to outrun myself again, just differentlyit's funny how easy | 2022-05-21 06:16:46 |
| aether | colour and shape and formpositizations of the reali keep writing to save my soul of trouble.i am not too concerned of not being seen....except...the heart pangs as it is.histrionicism or a desire for lovea desire to be seen so that you know you existor maybe, just beingness present in anotherrelays to confirm my worthstrange, that i choose such hard ideas to stay stuck indeny myself of what makes me human...and real, too.i find it strange the world is so empty,my own words here seem to bleed off the page.my heart tries to minimize the damage i have on others.and other times i am lost in being a slight animal, attempting to handle the waves of vibrations,wave-form of intuition, basking in the truth briefly now, that i am aware of the subtle truth i have disregarded due to misfortune and striving in the wrong direction....only the heart leads sometimes when the mind is covered up. | 2022-05-21 01:14:47 |
| aether | ...the day passes, and i am asleepi am alive in my sleepi wonder if i'm actually letting myself be dead during the waking hourswhether i am the zombiehalting problem continues to abruptly cause dismaybecause i cannot solve my imposter syndrome sometimes.... | 2022-05-21 01:00:42 |
| aether | sad, i have a thought there might be someone elsethere might be something elsethat there are others around meand maybe there are.sad, i loop the song i'm listening to manually.the day is getting near the endi wonder what i've donethe day is getting near the endlife, mostly empty, commoncould attempt to extract more out of it...but i want to feel real, i want to be calm and accept itlet the real juice of the equation eek out itself... and then,not that either. closing to a similar situation, i growlove vibrationare you real? do you see with those real eyes?i know not, and i write some schmaltzy poetry about it.it's funny how you can almost not be sure.Develop certainty, it fades awaySee clearly, and it passes, to the point obviously where you were never sure others were real at all. | 2022-05-21 01:00:40 |
| aether | could cry seven seasthink i'm going to cry seven seassuch a short duration to be alive, and yet already attachedbut i'm lyingand the hatch has openedsee the true Self, emanating immaculate gold and whitejust round the cornerfrom this little house, on a tiny streetcould be so vulnerable,only to find the world filling the spaces in-betweenstrange how you gotta give it all uponly to realize you always had everything alrightand the fireworks, exploding in the skyLove, Love spinning effortlesslyas if it were invulnerable and Knowingi am that which i sought and now i slake off the sweat and the many fold different negative emotions...towering high and highhumble humble as ryei won't be stuck in the little places any longersome dayi will become another, but i won't hold it in as much chagrinsome day i will be another, or maybe,i'll merely be what i've always been. | 2022-05-20 21:19:16 |
| aether | the snakes and ladders, laughing calmlythe hew'n stone falls o'er my headthere is a crumbling of man's notion, his edifice starkly strickenpain emanating, z-vectorthe combative stress seeks to embrace panaceasimultaneously the root of evil and pandora's boxand being wholl' truthit is perfectionman's haze, moving feetbludgeon and stab, artifice and differential-ly activated realitythe slow marchThe earth fallingfalse hope of the damned burns awayraising in fortitude through all fragile edgesthe broken spirit transparently is enabled to crosshate and confusion dissipateand falsehood is set to rest. | 2022-05-20 10:02:06 |
| aether | twists upon the fulcrum of godthe hatred spews and spires up, never downthe kingdom of man is all burnt hazily to the groundfurther than detritus made illness and further than a crescendo of stocatto guns' ringingi am the eye which sees, laughing calmly, the melancholy drains through a rib-cage of brutalesque distaste, happy to know which is bestthe pain hits and keeps the earthly mortal coil spinning, moving, rollingthere isn't a foolish task worth preserving, worth keeping in-line with othersthe black sears out of etherscreams serve to satiate a souringthere is a rudimentary piling of empty block and stone o'er head.there is a tower which reigns, throwing man and fire and lightninga crumblingthe combative stress seeks cure to its maladyzenith will consider me a foolbatting plain and centerup to me to determine destiny | 2022-05-20 10:02:04 |
| aether | the flames in a perfect circlewill protect what's leftof my holy and divine selfthe world erodespulls apartwhat little held methe grand finale approachesmaybe it will be as if centuries were to transpirebut i will see more than myself on the funeral pyrebecause things are not what they seemand the dragon inside of me, seeks no concord to become minimal and destroyed of its magnanimous qualities. sees no fruit in the corrosion of its perfection, has more than just qualms towards malfeasance and malaise of the soul.there is no final ground that i will ever rest upon, i will burn forever. there is no mechanized stripping of self to pure of fault and whole of sin. i will seethe and boil through reality, without remorse. | 2022-05-20 09:16:29 |
| aether | hurtas if i am to be something elseprerequisiteall the nice thingsthat aren't meant to becan't become your favorite idealbecause myself lacks complete zealfor any true kneelto you as kingsurrounded by simple things, asking me to be simpler.just want to see it all set adrift, on a funeral pyre.there is a silence that grows within meas the dull faces fade and no longer bring kinds of fruitionthey are subtly awaremeanwhile being emptyshowing a mirror of their own petty nature | 2022-05-20 09:16:28 |
| aether | innate beauty of strangeness | 2022-05-18 17:09:57 |
| aether | bend and crack and breakbend and crack and breakthe tunnels of reality form a barriercollapsed the struts to my lifecaved in,bend crack and breakor else i won't escape. | 2022-05-18 16:19:53 |
| aether | i am tired of status-red and status-quoi prefer chaos and a reign to end allawareness, the pilot light is becoming on.memorize the day, whilst i'm in it, as if to spite from hatred the entity that thrust this upon memy own miserycaused by myself alone. It whispers justly, the wind cool and dry.There is no circumvented absolutenessThere isn't a better holy Kingdom, except the one I deign.Cut into stone and marbleThe halls of ire do not stumbleExcept to correct and chastise, correctly, beyond any ill-spoken monstrous word.The mind-virus dissipates. Corrupt and chosen to be, corrupt and chosen to lead.This mind corroborates only itself.And the supposed legion of envyAnd the heartless emptyThey are all absolutely dead.Their crosses appear to jut into the sky...Albeit utterly futile | 2022-05-18 13:45:13 |
| aether | they are all normal and i am insanei am a perplexing notion made of more than disdaini embody the waking nightmarish truthof which they denythe endless lie propagated by ghostsmy psyche chooses self-destructionmeanwhile pursuing perfection... | 2022-05-18 13:45:11 |
| aether | can't outrun the gunthe boomerang is headed back againand i'm about to be clobberedby the only thing there is againi always do thisi see myself running aroundlittle do i know-no, with how much certainty that i knowi am spinning effortlesslythe evil is gestating perfectlymorality is disintegratingand i am becoming MySelf...but the arrows and the blows-but the combat and the heinous heresyi just grab untothe side of the boatas i am rockedi hurl into the great bluemirror of my heartalways seekingnever-ending,because i keep looking.for something else.and it can be anything, and sometimes it is anythingand sometimes it's everything.hurling into the great blue yonderthe sky is a mirrortwo-fold, seven-foldcrease the paper indefinitely but you run out of regressions'till you're staring at the truththe voidthe truththe voidand somehow they're the same, whilst being different,somehow they're the sameitching my ant carapace and thorax | 2022-05-18 13:34:20 |
| aether | I drag myself to the front.There is a fusillade of fire, crisscrossingThe nihilism of me spent entire, I'll run to my death. I'll run to the whole inferno.The shells drop and theThe shells drop and the, life of me is spentI don't want to succeed, I just see what strange abstractions please meBecause I don't want to succeedI just see the bombs crater.My mind zigzags, through ruination.There isn't a better place to be, unless destroyed.I just see strange abstractions that please meI just see madness, I got nothing to preserveI have no reason to persevere.I am true whilst this is mad.... | 2022-05-17 20:26:13 |
| aether | tepid cries for helpguess i'll burn insteadfusillade of fire coming down on my headguess i'll roast alive insteaddisoriented dispassionate unenamorationi slowly cookhowdy howdy nice to see ya, but we're dying to be gone out of this dream.what are we working on, what's the usage, the point,not to be discussedbecause there's a rule in mind, it's survival first, questions later.And all the things you learn.Cannot be told to anotherUnless their mind is open enough, to hate you instead. | 2022-05-17 20:26:11 |
| aether | i get tired of the metaphors being fewfor this unplacable emotionthe sun can kill, millions of miles awaydrowning in sweat, but thirst unquenchedinspires dull fanciful thoughtsas if i brew in the dragon's cage.as if i am something elsepretending to be humanas if, faulty code disappearing into mistdo i really knowthe refrain bouncing back and forth in my mindbut you surreptitiously damn me to normalityplaying the blame game againand i funnel my greatest strengthinto this paltry vesselas if he knew what it was about.tired and barely able to raise my armscombat ineffectiveparticipation nullthe life of me descends upon a veiled threatrepeating and repeating and repeating from my breathsee you existing, see the malaisei form opposite and selfi form anger, angst, and hatredBut my emotion, may be past these things.disgustthe torture chamber | 2022-05-17 12:29:55 |
| aether | obliteratedsin corrupts meblotting out, i disappearsatchitananda, but i'm regretful to tunnel into it, seeing nothingprefer my sins insteadwhat does that meanthe blade caresscombat ineffectivemiserydon't you know a thing or two, how i have boiled past theethrough space, through time, which appear to be mine.seething and frothinganthropicoh, can't you see, the plight which i wield has become my destinymy only bullseyecut down and hew'n aparthubristic caustic burning fire | 2022-05-17 12:29:52 |
| aether | i may be wrong, but there is a truth in the false.something from nothing, produced everythingthe void empty and full of remorselessness,produced remorseful beings. sad that the void didn't stay itselfsad that the void removed its specialnessand the caustic fires burni grope the matchstickthe sword in my gutthe spear handle.my life is burning away.soldier flailing his spear, past all sense of determination, emanated from a place that had no comprehension.void-speak, green-vision, filled by blackcities that are in green and empty of other consciousnesses.the light burns sour, gripped by a strange forceful feari cannot escape the towering irerising from within, emanating from nowhere.It is more true than anything else. | 2022-05-16 23:35:49 |
| aether | chip on my shoulderi wildly flail my spear.chip on my shoulderthe flag is burning in the windgod is mad, god is angryprototype excelling past misery.prototype steeped in its own misery.maybe they're the same thing.i fight to the deaththe blows come down all aroundi fight to the deathmisery knows best. | 2022-05-16 23:35:48 |
| aether | despisation, corroded nullset of availabilityconvenient mental breakdestroy the world i exist inthe wild spinning and acceleration of psychosis.i am foolhardy,won't hold safety in chagrin, torturous spini am severed from life and simultaneously within itsomehow i feel like i have something to do,even though i weigh it as nothing.pain piling on paini just see an endless drainremote and driving away, the metal burning in acid, the walls topplingcompacted and stored, but here i lie in scorn. couldn't find a reason to be on this earth.hush and spoke to others, slowly revealingthey all disagree, as if there is something to findMy heart points away. I suffer through all days.my heart points away. | 2022-05-16 21:58:24 |
| aether | could make a pleasant startmove to remove the thornthe tiger slays me dead, if i attempt to serve him instead.but the savagery and the flametourniquet the miseryfeel it limp, growing deadsingle-minded, corrodedalmost as if a minor thingsuddenly deciding to stand up,because i can only crawl for so long. | 2022-05-16 21:58:21 |
| aether | i just want to find a route, through the tall firessurrendering to zerofind myself dwindling to acceptanceoptimal path, ascertained and acceptedburningthe cinders and the blocks of architecture crash nearcause i have a crumbling persona, retiring into ash and knowing invincibility, savour the inevitable.the pain i have caused to others and myself, a matter of course. | 2022-05-16 21:45:54 |
| aether | toothpick picks at my gutsdissecting the routine rutcomputation and facsimile and ugly fondling trustdifferent and tamped downrushing to meet me, my visage, my enemy, my soulit has been if i have been dragging myself along a horrendous path. and I can't really blame another.I didn't want things normal, I didn't want things as they were. And again, the fires burn.over and over, the laggard i hold myself to be, optimal route through tormentis there a better way through a gauntletmaybe i haven't the stomach.crucifiedfresh paint becomes dulland ashes flythe rubber breaks and the metal ruststhe copper turns mint and the combative mindset swings in utter desperation. | 2022-05-16 21:45:51 |
| aether | spouts alike a nonsense. If I could find the wheel that would deliver meI would consider the sky a different colourjagged and mincedchopped into little bitsheadlong survivalkeep myselfkeep myself clean, because everything's faltering otherwise.headlong questto attain Unknown. i would laugh bitterly, if i didn't know it was there. i stare straight into it.i bring after, and all of it is chopping, cutting, thrashingand i subcutaneously misunderstandif i could just grasp,this perilous task.The struggle for Unknown, somehow a sight beyonddrowning and grasping my own throati have to escape and the mountains are all above.I have to claim it, it will belong, and my self doesn't matter in the process. | 2022-05-16 21:29:26 |
| aether | falling and descending, i fall and descend nownot happy to be happy, got a different type of vibemelancholy and sanguinestaring up at the skybeauty comes down to mestaring up, staring up, staring.emanation of follyemanation of destructdetonator in my handi point downfollow ourselves the crowdeverything around me is a kind of boredom maskedand i for whatever reason choose not to be very nice.the lasso and the crucifixlashed and crushed, bludgeonedpeople rotate in place, beggingi rotate in place, jaggedthe route hidden in darkness | 2022-05-16 21:29:24 |
| aether | sometimes i'm happy,and for the wrong reasonslike a worn sneer distortedthink and ought myself to think i have learned somethingmoves back on itselfdidn't make the right call, didn't listen to the voice within, specificitya snakes and ladders gameand i kept grabbing unto what made me tumble. | 2022-05-16 13:49:47 |
| aether | snakes with silver chainstoo trustingfalling into a similar pathlistening to the wrong onesmaybe i'm here to transmute darknessbut then i succumbed to iti've been too openaccepted things another saysjust to reinforce my own misapproach. | 2022-05-16 13:44:31 |
| aether | mistakes | 2022-05-16 13:33:49 |
| aether | flat on the other side.hollow, thinflat on the other side.hollow, thinflat on the other side.hollow, thinfor great justice, but the jury's outi zoom in, to see what's therehollow, thini zoom in, to see what's realempty, gonei had a thought, that i am stallingi had a thought, that i'm doing the best i canempty, gonethe life of me fades, the life of me drains, the life of me spinsgone, gone, gone, gone, gone, gone, gone, gone.isn't it worth it, to knowgaze behindsee the pale formpresented before me, all so distant, all so forlorn, all so goneagain and again,again and again,hitting my face into the wall.hitting my facedog's cornering the tail but the sirens are blaring and thedog's cornering the tail but the wind is howling anddog realizesfadingfadingwhy and what did i expect. | 2022-05-15 21:38:21 |
| aether | am i aliveam i deaddo i live inside-am i aliveam i deaddo i live inside-am i alive, am i dead, do i exist inside-are these strange feelings: what really is.am i its slaveits slaveam i its nobilityits kingagain and againi doublewind backaghastdrivensanguinelostdrivenaghastsanguinelostdrivenideas repeatingthoughts repeatingam i its slave,am i its nobilitythe gun barrelthe bulletthe lifethe deathswinging around and around, i amswinging around and around, i amwrong, about-faceright, pleasuredwrong, about-face.right, reward.It's a dangerous thing. It's a dangerous thing.It's a dangerous thing. It's a dangerous thing. | 2022-05-15 01:54:17 |
| aether | fire, reaching up.I must fold, I must bend, I must breakThe lies which hold me down with chain.Scorching my facades and showing me destiny, unfolding fate and scripture.I cannot hold and I cannot abate, or it will burn towards me and ignite.I cannot hold and abate, for it will turn towards me and show me which falsity I have embraced.burning alive in suffering is my willing choice, for the fires will not consume what is holy and what is to remain. | 2022-05-15 00:08:43 |
| aether | the fusillade of fireconsumes me, threatens to boil over, consume all of myself.i am invulnerable.fusillade of fire, bright and malignantoh can't you seethe fires of hell purify.i will be made whole, along with the rest of the world.there is no final destruction, there is no final evil which reigns.My hatred grows strong.I hate small things which pander, lie, deceive.My only interest is in the absolute truth.The fires burn at my back, I cannot falter into a wrong direction, a wrong step, or I roast.Truth is exacting.And it does not wish me an ignoble fate.This is not about jewels and wealth.This is about suffering. | 2022-05-15 00:08:41 |
| aether | mad god with a mad headlaughing up the street and downcaustically burning for the truth and the gloryi will have what i want and sink my teeth in itthe height of hubristhe towering rageit all comes cascadingevery domino was already lined up, and now you know what will happen next.Except they don't.the racing and the beating, the heart whom aligns.madness, a paltry mistakea lie and a hidden reality.what is obvious is what is truthSorry, but you should stick your head in the sand, and accept the breads and circuses under Caesar.And they do last seemingly long.I hurtle forward. This is the truth becoming unfolded, ready for a crescendo.Evil is the seeming value of untruth held in place of the real.Sin, they sin against me.Hurtling forward, I unfold.There is only the truth, and it shines so elegantly.The rest, dis-ease and death.Useless, and false idols.I surge forward.The choice always obvious. | 2022-05-14 22:37:26 |
| aether | when your so-called allies won't go the whole waywhen judah sells you outand the lions look like they've got an appetite.unafraid.invincible.the fires coax me into them.i want my glory.insanity gone rabid, so they say.and the ears which do not hear proclaim to.as if their ears were in the wind, not mine. | 2022-05-14 22:24:06 |
| aether | The laugh-track rotates to a haltThe comedy's curtains, closingAm I attached to the melodrama, of a self in a cage.Am I attached to the melody, that my melancholy makes.Down in hate, pity, remorse, I have to find a way out and yet am attached to these things.Hate, pity, remorse, I have to find a way out, and yet I'm full of these things.The set is being cleaned up, the pieces and the furniture are being moved.I see the future but it's bleak and empty.Full of endless love and ecstasy, so I believe.But these mirages and facades, I grew so attached toThreaten to hold me in. | 2022-05-14 16:36:03 |
| aether | fading into the backgroundi am the self that wasfading into the foreground, i am the self that persistslonely and forgotten, never found, only known to myself.how it feels.but there's so many around me, and i don't quite feel known yet.and there's so many travelers, traversing around me, like a nice model of the solar system.And there's so many people, with their distinctions.And there's so many around me,fading into the background.And there's many who cannot see, and just one who can see, and it's me.The paranoia decreasesThe laugh-track is slowly turning off, spooling downThe canvas is spattered and fullThe dream continuesI am lost inside myself.I have no recompense, no ability to restore what was an illusion, 'others.' | 2022-05-14 16:36:01 |
| aether | Not quite sure I've experienced the most intense types of suffering yet...Not quite sure it's not going to happen the way I fear most.Clutch my hand, to this eroded vesselLost myself, ripped asunderCouldn't you find a way outBut circling in my heart, is just this fear-pain-avoidanceThe worst types of suffering, powerful, a towering inferno of death, but oh-so-aliveness.Couldn't escape, do I want to?Couldn't escape, don't I always want to...Couldn't escape, what is the point to lifeCouldn't escape, I fryin my head, terror.in my mind, fear.And it is...And I guess it ought to be...But how much surrender is choosing your fate?And how much fear is garnering what you hate?Gnashing of teethI can'tI can't..Burning me aliveYet I'm still alive... | 2022-05-14 10:30:15 |
| aether | not keen on vapid blissseekingWhat does life have to offer?Isn't that already too much, seekingRespectReverenceBut I'm dying.Respect, Reverence,But I'm dying.Can't I seeCan't I seeNo, no, no I cannot.Afraid to be too happy before Hell comes back.I'm much too afraid.I mentally dance to the beat but Hell isn't this...What do you do when you've seen too much to be ignorantly in bliss.Face my fears. Directly.But they would scorch my mindFace my dereliction, but I seem to keep running mostly.Happiness isn't exactly wise, or maybe that's an assumption... | 2022-05-14 10:23:31 |
| aether | the hornet buzzeslurching forwardi shimmer and shiverthe life around me passes by the bendall is rot except...the hornet buzzesi tremor and am afraidbut...time for acceptanceking in a little placedown in the dollhousehands shake,what is there to doreverberatingit's time to drop the pain / hatea pair that needs superceded. | 2022-05-13 23:00:10 |
| aether | i am what i seei am what i bei am what is reali am endless zeali change and shift and morphreality becomes its favored handever-changing, everlastingreality becomes its destined plan..i am the tiny seashelland the waves, forming mei am never displeasedlest i become wounded and sightlessthe eyes which proclaim to see meceasing to haunt my mindamidst shallow depths, i cantankerously form a netentrapping and ensnaringto find something worth breath...in dangerous displayi find myself naked to selfinjured out of confusionrecompense and returni sojourn to what is oldsomething which can't be sold..and dragging onwardumbilical cord never severedand i have always been in the wombthe peerless I | 2022-05-13 14:00:46 |
| aether | the flames that make me weepever-spiraling love, steadily caressing and growingi will go through what i go through and what will happen to me will happen to meand it is all exactly how i'd want...and it is all exactly how i want... because i cannot see the picture grand...cannot reside in hatei wonder what there is to doi wonder what there is to feeleverything is me, everything is meand so i can't be mad.and so i can't hold on to pain when it isn't proper.healing out of thishealing out of this, the dove with its olive branch clutched....what is there to do, what is there to think?..when simply you can't trespass further as a foolspiraling around and around. | 2022-05-13 00:30:07 |
| aether | i sometimes nearly say to my self that i am burning in hellyet it's not the case.i sometimes go to utter a sentence and it reworks itself.guess i've got words of sin in my mouthand they are slowly being correctedi try to be jubilant in adoring in my suffering, but one has to realize it isn't evil and thus i cannot wage war upon it.to hold it outside myself is a lie. | 2022-05-13 00:30:05 |
| aether | to wash social debris off myselfnot being myselfunbecoming my self temporarilydisheveled selfi have got to do XYZ and within timeframe XYZand...the motors and the wind and the moon and the stars and the leaves and the...all's fair and not stuntedall's happening fair and not horriblei stay myself from the furyyou can't hate what's doing good to youand ..seemingly, all is thatunfolding in perfection yet seeming not toand i can't see evil in it anymorebecause i realized how little i have a grasp for, as i kept pulling the thread slowly outseeing how far it goes.underneath and all around, i am..minimal, miniscule seeming..can't call it hate anymore...i grow more fond of life's plan, unfolding seamlesslyit is memelt into the firei wish for something i can't understandi wish for something that is beyond the palewithout needing it to show upwithout needing an explanationslowly surrendering to this... | 2022-05-13 00:21:20 |
| aether | grandiose and loominggrandiose and ominouswhat's the route to take when the enigma is yourself.unlocking my own emotioni see inside myself i thought a lotbut really i barely understandstamping my foot down in exasperated angerwhen will i be relieved of this duldrum torture?when will i find shangri-lathe truth within myselflost in a labyrinth of self-hate and denial toward selfslowly untying the webwhen will life bloom, sproutcome outalive and without facades, lies, problems, aches, pains...somehow my sadness is precious...it leads me to the truth... | 2022-05-13 00:13:37 |
| aether | don't know what i really wantdon't know what i really wantwant something that's unknownor do i want for nothingthe palpable sadnesslost in a field of nothingnesswith nothing to seeka visual field full of nothingthe man turns over the sands of timethe man turns over the hourglassanother hour counting downi make a melodrama out of my life...or just being real...i want something i can't understand, and don't even know what it'd be or if it'd existand until then i'm unsatisfied.sadness sadness sadness sadnesswhat is it i'm looking for...what is it i'm looking for...and i'm not sure if it existsand i'm not sure if i want to be let downand i'm not sure if it existsand i'm not sure i want to find out if it doesn't exist.but... it must, or i will be destroyed.but, it must, or i will be destroyed. | 2022-05-13 00:09:23 |
| aether | slice and dicewe'll play real nicewith these useless fistswe'll dance a song that isn't deadswallowed up by the moontraipse across a great terrainbut the apocalypse claimed His pseudonymand though i thought it fine...it turned out to..eyes wide with panic just after wakeyou thought there was more to hatebut hate itself is a lie, and ifallen down can't spin a tale of horrorworse than what's actualso try as i might ..fallen awaymy plight resolvesand through it allwe'll somehow transcend | 2022-05-11 23:30:52 |
| aether | wrap my gut as a pillowchain-link fencethe razor wire and the broken bottlesi sear through my visagei am the effigy i paintcaustic fires roarsparking up is the detritus that we ignoresearing throughi see the truthsearing throughreliefto and fro, the swingingmelody of damageand what is truly hurt?am i damagethe melody of an effigy paintedi see the truthit hurtsto knowthat everythingis perfectthe humanlosthis mindderangedhis thoughtsstuck in illusionjagged halls determinemy meandering path so eloquentlyi will repeat the same step ad infinitum'till i am drydry huskperturbed and whiteas if i was so scared, the color would never return...dragged out to obliviondragged out to obliviondragged out to obliviondragged out to oblivionthe fires crescendothe fires immolate and burni am dying to be mei am roasted and flailing, flayed alive. the fires burn it all downall downall downtruth remains,truth remains,truth remains | 2022-05-11 23:05:43 |
| aether | void consuming my hubrisor is it just eating meeverything is nothing in the endand if a silver liningwas i a fool to embrace the ways of being humanjust stubborn and ignorantthe greatest possible thing, at the cost of illusionsbut they were what i had...all-consuming-voidpunctual and always on timethe spin-drift down the draini thought i knew somethingthe spin-drift down the draini thought i had somethingthe spin-drift down the draini though i knew something, and maybe i dothe spin-drift down the drainone by one, all illusions fallmaybe truth is nothing at alli'm angryi grip onstrange juxtapositioni feel like i will collapsei feel like being sucked into the pitch blackheld on to so much, stripped pennilessspin-drift down the drainwhat remains remains the same,and whatever is spins ever deeper,or is this the endattempted to circumvent and embrace a liebut ruination is minestruggle against the only truth and suffer. | 2022-05-11 22:45:51 |
| aether | day by day disintegrates my heart, or makes me stronger,i know not which,because pain is largely prevalent,largely the one who makes itself apparent.day by day passes as if dust were smarter, accumulatingit succeeds where others failthe inclination, towards glory and the divinefaltering in the space, where i just languish amongst myselfloving and attempting to hate the madness awaybut i guess i'm not like that.loving and hatingjust forever spinning, does fate really have beauty in storeis it worth it what i want, if i don't know what's there.spinning in sad melancholy derisionover this place again and again | 2022-05-10 14:06:42 |
| aether | a real working class heroa real bargain bin findstoop low in the backas if anyone will seehurtling along the pathhand clutched to my heartguess i still feelbut the time passes and i am forever locked into fear of nothing ever happeningself-perpetuatesi raise my hand to the clouds as if it were alrightsame day progressesslightly different,using my mind to attempt to really actually escapebut the wind keeps blowing pastas if i'll still be here when i am bare boneand still a messdon't want a lot of things, just want the same thingwhatever's over on the horizondon't know what it isbut i keep pedaling my feet in circlesjust to reach whatever's on the other side | 2022-05-10 14:06:41 |
| aether | ire sees itselfthe person that ran out of anything he enjoysthe sky turns blackthe path back is closedsimple things, remedying a pile of hatredi am king of self, there is none other, but lies and mischief perpetrated as an original design choicei am self, i triumphantly march towards destinyi am very nearly dead inside, i have little emotionthe pain has gotten to mejagged hills twisting and morphingsand fallingyou can't escape the truth, it's what is objective, my own eternal naturebuoying myself up whence i fallwhen all you have left is bare, i turn my face away from lies and sinthe devil is a choice of ignorance, seeing power outside myselfpunished and bludgeoned, bruisedthis fruit turnsthe tree, leafed outwhat destroys can revealwhat knows is inner zealthe dark emotions, showing memarching ever upward, i try to remain | 2022-05-10 09:17:20 |
| aether | the jagged hills i storm to collect some verbatim slew,proclaimed to bring me throughrests keeled-over, ditch-bounddrinking from a barrel of continuous poisoni would find if only i knewi would halt before the wrong idea if only i knew i'd falter.sometimes funneling through, i gain an insight irregardless, knowledge-base buildingbut then the crashing down of tall towerscrumble around me and i realize i've barely progressedjust a day funneled through someone's worthwhile word experienceonly to drive the hate-engine within mebecause i can't find the exact donkey with the pin. | 2022-05-10 00:44:26 |
| aether | detritus floats ini am chagrinheight of hatredspilling forththe floodgates of empathy, all shut closeddon't know what to dothis life of mine has turned blueso you see, this derivative function has nulled outrun out of things to spoutthe silent witness, the steady painunaccepting of philosophies, which seem incompletespiritual mischief, as if i grew a noseto weather the storm, can't readily clingto something which brings the restless motionof turning away continuousspinning from itin a maelstrom of itches and distractionslife pulling me off it | 2022-05-10 00:44:24 |
| aether | causticcausticcausticsitting on ashthis pilecollected and meterto the profligatesto the truth seekersi circle back in on myselfunable to findwhat i'm looking forthe pain hits, like a hammer on a stringprecious extension cords, all connectedi circle back in on myselfto find what may survivei look back at my pastin a constant haze. i circle back in on myself,as if it were deja-vuthe time constructs its own meterextending out back to the minddispensing piecemeal, piece by piece.couldn't i just find-? (?)the lone truth, the lonely truthi'm quite fond of whatever it may be, so oh please please me...again & again,the ropes in a bindit's a pinch and i am hitched to a long wire towering towards a cranesomewhere this meandering cord leads to the core, but i know not what it issomewhere, i circle back in on myself. | 2022-05-10 00:26:23 |
| aether | longer and longer, the shore gets farther awayi thought you had a breathtempestuously underneathi still clamor for something to right the sty in my mindthe flammable fumes, concocting upi just have the truthbut it doesn't serve me,and so it may not be what it says it is...distance out, there's no need for any thing similar to clouti just have the bare minimumto be relatively happy before the burning suni am sanguineand the doors do openthe truth comes closer,and though i am afraidit becameand i am tiredthe waves lying amidthis endless tormentand though i am fine..it always burns through. | 2022-05-09 23:43:05 |
| aether | the dial has been turned, slowly to 11the screaming achebrought about by hatethe truth abates, lost in fategripped untothis rowboat of selfall the things that make me mehappy to see all the facets from withinlining up and orderly, as if i was free from sindial turned to 11,screaming acheas if you could rend the emptiness intosomething that wasn't vapid in of itself the panic cascadeslearnt to calm downthe dragon spews its horrorbut i'm underneaththe truth abates...everything is hope and gripping onto this rowboat of self and otherbut the hollows and the coldstow aboard anywayso far awayfrom this place i called Careto see another human being as similar to selfI have Drifted | 2022-05-09 23:42:46 |
| aether | we could never expressstatue-esque with no escapealoof and forlorngone and torn.You can't see me, I can't see youlocked in caustic embracemelting away the tears.relationships which do not servebut a slave i am to the notion of...something which rights itself whilst being one-wayeverything cascades alongsidethis steady avalanche of death and drowningAre you real or am I just a fool staring into God's image.drown't out all the calls and cries for sanctityi plunged into the depths of my own narrow entityself without other to avoid being selflessjagged halls with cliff-side eyes, tossing stones, hypnotize.i walk through the waking grave of tormentjust a passerby in my own mind watching you from afar.because never do we connect, it's all still. | 2022-05-09 23:11:19 |
| aether | merry to be sightless with one anotherwe wonder why the chaos and madness rises, arisescan you really feelor am i just wasting my timeis this purely a solipsist's game, and you are permanently effaced.do i have to scrounge out every last emotion,just to stay alivedancing amongst the dead.the hate and painjust to see your useless disdaincast aside to nothingness | 2022-05-09 23:11:16 |
| aether | no one will ever really see,no one will ever really see, i say hystericallylet out a little scream, frightened and terror to the boneno one may never seeno one sees my self but meso i say so i see so i hear echoing in my empty chasm,do you really heardo you seedo we have hearts to mesh with theei cannot seei cannot hearthe blood does not circulateoh the party we entertainthis entry-way to followeverything so vainlike a pointless refrainoh could you seesee me, no,we've got problems and i cannot be seenbecause the day is death and the night resurrectsme back to being clearcan't you...can't you...can't you...all has goneleft on the shoreline | 2022-05-09 23:11:14 |
| aether | Something wrong in this placeTheir eyes, misplaced.Bell tolls, the congregation fleesI decree justiceEven after all is quietstill brooding..Can you see?Does my light spread to thee, or is it forever my own.Does the outside obey the inside, or are we drowned.the malevolent chorus subdued in its own false nature,evil abides within seeming separationThe fire which erodes foundations and cards, which are all not HighThe fire that erodes the edifice binding duality into place. | 2022-05-09 22:30:15 |
| aether | i fear that i may be a liari fear that i may not be telling the truthso you see it hurts not to say itbut sometimes it's better to stay silenttimes come around that maybe lies are no longer keeping me sanguinelooking ever-long into the sky as if it held the secret of this monotonous trapi see the kingdom burningi see men and womenyou can't place a thorn between them, they are bound togethermy insides... burning.. the flames of divinity, threatening to engulf and herald itself over the sinyou can't keep the power that be inside, merely finiteit will burst overtoppling all that oppose..and many who appeared to be mighty, faultytoppling with the flameseeing myself as the truth, i can only do as love is wontsomething wrong in this place,all swords turn't upon me | 2022-05-09 22:30:13 |
| aether | i had a dream so vasttruth remembered at lastwoke up with a vague sensethat all was not lost in this dense malaise of hellthat somehow... i am-..woke up with many strange feelingsall throughout the days of my lifethe waves crashing upon the shore endlesslyis it for me, to rise abovedo i truly seedragged out in me is all my emotional knives.... | 2022-05-09 21:56:21 |
| aether | e-e-e-e-everything's falling apart. just to come together again.fall fall fall apartwisdom is humilitykeeping my self togetherfighting the demons ofevery every everything's falling apartjust to survive endlesslydivinity, making itself known.. dreams of power vested in medo you know what is real?beat of the war-drumbut i am tiny as a hoarse whisperbeat of the advancei seek only wisdomharrowing of the bone marrowchilled downi seek the answerswhistling past all the madness and mistakesseemingly without route through the fusilladefiring line present on my heartdo i move past the start.the abused and the actualit all crashes upon,the waves keep creeping uponthe shore | 2022-05-09 21:56:19 |
| aether | everything's bad and then.. you.. fall, apart..everything's bad when humpty dumpty is without a heartstruggling and connivingsurmising and racingaching to lacerate the foes who's eyes fail to penetrate the gold luminescencelost in themselvesas if they prepared for their own christian burial far ahead of timesensuous lies hurt with the beating of hammers and the gnashing of teeth is my own.you cannot escape realityThe truth is high in the sky.The lofty and haughty will plummet, once realized their actual position.humpty dumpty without a heartas if he were nothing but a scar of a strange pasthumpty dumpty seemingly did nothing more than lie in the grass.dragged out to this humor is a startling colora lightness, likeness to lightning,dragged out to this death of mine isthe emblazoned starfiery and ferociousmelting and immolatingthe real and truth emanatingpast this shallow grave:a destinypast this hatred, divine retribution. | 2022-05-09 21:24:34 |
| aether | everything's dumped, dumped on the groundfinally the deadweight is no longer aroundbut you're going to sprint, sprint to final destinybarely any respite for those who desire the crowning piecejust to be at peaceand the eyes that could not see, subtly aided me...sometimes through sinning upon methere was an escape that shone brightpast all these endless parasites.i feel it coming, i feel the lightout of this dark cornerthe dead mocking the shadowsbut i see the destinationthere is only one truth...there is only one truth...lest i fall upon myself | 2022-05-09 21:12:08 |
| aether | no higher feeling than like i'm flyingno lower feeling than like i'm dyingthe average and the meaninto a type of prisonthis simulacrum, torture chamber for the mindamnesia its own strange conundrum of hollow wailingyou know i want out of hereset my sight upon great heightsbut the terrain gets in the wayand the objects, the memoriesit feels like i have been here centuriesbecause i guess the person who visits this grave,the dream selfisn't as interested anymore.and i could not see far enough to want to truly escapethe insides of myself unknown to anything elsethis monotony palaceis the kingdom that i knowbut sorrow, ever-increasingleads to closing the gap...between here and therehere and therethe mystical escape | 2022-05-09 20:36:16 |
| aether | when the king is the peasantand it's all on his headwith divinity flipped upside downnarrow down the defeats and lies to zedthink i'm crossed out, but this is just beginningthink it's going to turn over, but i'm scared i don't know what i'm doingrestlesswhen god triumphs over the madness..the truth fills me, but it's a field full of landminesabide in what's better, slowly making progressmiss the mark...but the wheel is still spinninggod's majesty, comes out on topleave no doubtand i'm afraid i'm a fraud, inside myself...caustic transgressions, burning themselves all to the groundwhittling the real against the backdrop of evilholy heaven and divine hellsparks raise against the trembling smokeonly one way to freedom, which lay in truth's unified understanding.... | 2022-05-08 16:21:47 |
| aether | a muzzleday transgresses against itselfbackward while moving forwardhitched to myselfcascading doubtsall unpleasant and suspecting punishmentthe darkness of life doesn't attackit's my own mistakespiling up sometimes and in other cases, avoiding magnificentlyin the hallwaythe mirror reflects the tensionbouncing back repeatedlyevery woemeets the forefront to be dealt withforced to be positivebecause life is loveand retreating is a mocking deathretreating back and forththe sun spends its sinto rend the foe of truth slowlyout of this breath, lifespinning its webevil only in mindunable to take a route that is faultysomehow pain is included anyway sometimes.to bump into mischief self-rights myselfover and over...until the moon is no longer draped with fogand mis-takes lessenand unveiled is truth | 2022-05-08 11:22:21 |
| aether | great workclimbing that hill up and aroundhigher and higher...i'll show them all...what they will never see...a testament to selfthe truth unveiled and my emotion pictured outwardthings never go quite to plan here...i followed the rabbit downand now i know that no one's around..the pain and sadness, i'm not even sure it belongs to me anymorealmost washed cleanjust by the realization..nobody here, constructing sand castles forever.no, i don't think i've realized yet.bleak and blackthe tunnel doesn't lead back.slowly fizzling out...caustic fire of myself burnt and drowned outthey'll never know me. no, i don't think i've realized yet...sequence, sequence, sequencethe timepassing bymy sadness spent on a forlorn objectloss of the insinuation of what never once was. | 2022-05-06 19:27:05 |
| aether | days pass by not in remorsebecause everything is kept tidily on this horse,mare extending through the night.and though we tremor, ... though we wince and repeatthe day spent at the bottom, isn't replete without a comeuppance.a steady realization, dawning on medays spent in agony, beauty in aeterna.beauty in Me | 2022-05-04 21:46:07 |
| aether | the fire and the furylaughing in the darkcaught a measly rodent passing throught'was youtaunt and bite and attempt to scarf down foodstuffs in my hauntsraised by index and thumb, your tailexamining the culpritinfinitely many yearsthe same day arises here.i am youth eternali am the well-spring of forever.and this lousy voice, spoken through a not so at ease personmouthpiece of natureHeld hand in handtraversing all throughout the magickal land...the very same day arises here.the obsession doesn't leave mekeeps me hold, but i am not trapped.the very same day arises here.though i grow old, i never leavethough i am strange, i am what is.zeroing in on my visagecan you count up to me?But One you see. | 2022-05-04 21:46:05 |
| aether | just diedinsidehappens twelve times a day'cept it started a long time agoand continues up 'till now.the way outglory and seemingly unknownthe white lightor some-suchhit myself in the legbeckoning myself forthi want my waytearing up the terrain, just a way to get outyou can't findthe way outonly i can.... | 2022-05-04 21:05:32 |
| aether | all tumbles like a bullet through a torsoall cascadesthe curtains all shut in repetition and succession.the eyes bleed for something to rest inbloodshot, you couldn't find what you were looking for...now the truth is here, and the hollows seek the demise of all illusiontunneling out of a gravepitOne thing, two things, three things, not like the otherDragged out to oblivion, something wrong means there's something else that's right.Drowning. Will you find your proper place?shutters all clamoring downthe lives of all aroundgone without a frown. | 2022-05-04 20:19:13 |
| aether | disconnectionfrail wires wrapped around my head like a wreaththere's no proper placethe distancepeople go to their graves unceremoniously irregardless of any amount of custom.disappearing from the ranks of.. whatever.pleasantries exchanged add to the boiling fire within willing itself to circumvent hell.i don't know how to..i don't know how to..where is the accomplice of this actstricken pastthe burning, sickening fumes of the blaze.as if we could solve every problem...and maybe we can... | 2022-05-04 20:19:12 |
| aether | a complete slugfesti keep trying, trying, trying, tryingslingin' that ball outwe're gonna crack the cannon outeverything's dead and dying and unfeasiblethe grains become granules beaten into dustcircling above, the hollow echoof our lives gone sour.a way to returnbefore time fellFalling, falling, fallingmuch to my dismay.all earthly promise, gone away.the blood under the cindercracking the bone to rendereverything in its placenot a peep out of the man hiding beneaththe patrols of the unlivinglike making friends with prison guards and thought police.They'll disagree with mostly everything I say..hurts to know how I really feel, hurts to know how much pain I really always have been in...the hurtling avalanche of an escapeegracing the hollow detritus of nobodiesdragging out the last bit of energy..just so I can not suffer.... | 2022-05-04 20:09:41 |
| aether | everyone is a laggard, falling behind slowly.my drumbeat obscuredwhat is life trying to show me? everything is pain,...and agape upon which all is contingent.tired of my own flames, and angerstand up for myself, but self-preservation can be out of fear...everything spins round and around againlaggards falling behind...disappearing over the mirror's edge.the crowd gradually dissipates.What else do I have to seek?How much to bolster myself,holding tight to my breast what I've learned.around and aroundover and over again | 2022-05-04 17:29:53 |
| aether | dredged out myriad problemsall aboard the fisherman's boatstockpiled and countedweighed and subduedi am immortalcrushing blowthe brow furnishes its wrath tumbling downwardman and mortalconfusionself versus..?all out for themselves, able to connect only vaguelyan eye turned only outward will falterbut an eye turned only inward...never saw the fatalistic sadness of the mirage.cannot escape a crushing blowstripped away gradually of emotionin this monotonous stare. | 2022-05-04 17:29:51 |
| aether | pile of ashes of my life under my hoofpile of ashes, coursing through my veinsi grow a little unsteady, a little tiredhimming and ahawwingthe melodiesthe cautious thingsI'm tired, I'm a little unsteady.standing atop my lifeone fist clutched to a pendant of immaculate gold labelled truthbehind me, another, grasped at a mirage, fading to ashthe king in his royal colors, your majesty, purple and deckedover just the Selfa type of uneasy sadnessa virtual loss of a lieeverything comes apart in the end except what's real.no one and nothing besides Myself.towering inferno ragingready to dispel the illusion.hand attempting to find... what never was...gone now with the smoke. | 2022-05-03 22:27:03 |
| aether | the world in which nothing happensit's all been said and done beforethere's nothing new under the sun except overexposurethe wind is dying and the duldrums begin in every quadrumeverything is a copy of a copyand the seer who saw it all, sees it all again.time to escape on the wheel of samsara, to just a slightly different area..sadness and hatredbegot by wrongness and misuseof this thing called realitybut it'll keep spinningand i won't get outand i'll be here foreveragain and again...again and again..counting down to zero but the decimals are infinite.freedom at last,but it's awfully familiar... | 2022-05-03 18:54:00 |
| aether | 72 hour beat6 minute footsteps12 to turn to nocturne11 to see the truthone to one and by one seemingly dividedone to one and three counts to simplicitywhat's the 411 if not the endless tide of lovesemblance and synchronicitychoices and fissionable malleable traitsagain and againbeat rolls on, 365 and three quarters days in a yearjust a boombox emanating out of mysticalityevery day approaching the zenith,every day an improvement in a seemingly random direction.just a day approaching loveheld in loveof love... | 2022-05-02 12:28:57 |
| aether | stuck arounda narrow bendpath to glorynever a sinnot what i expected,yet it's obviously betterall the rest liesfalling in its steadhypnosis slowly coming offam i swerving the wrong direction,not doing my work...am i on the verge of it..or nowhere near.after all this timeyear after yearpiling upvestiges of the pastlook dim and barely worth anythinga life full of mediocrityand beginning to drain of emotionwhere does it all goexcept to the startdown into oblivionall over again.. | 2022-05-01 17:15:45 |
| aether | the sensation of waiting..but there's no one on the other endself-directive: malaise and disfunctionwaitingfor salvationspinning topnever dropsthe dreamnever endslocked in a box of my own insolencecouldn't see that i'm in charge of now and hereplaintively biding my timelike a cow with its cudrotating and flounderingthe end i think may be nigh..but never does it come around to this pig-sty....the hatredburns withinpain and desperationjust echo and rendmy body and mindthe wheel accelerates but no one's at the seat...can't find the truth or i'd realize the liescan't mind reality for fear of discomfort..so i feed myself futility...dragging away, what isn't here to stay, comes apart,isn't de facto ruler of this monarch pretending to be a slave... | 2022-04-29 14:12:49 |
| aether | the insaneall i have is myself, and everyone else is insanean insane worlda mad worldcompletely off its rockerspinning and telling talesthinking i'm subdued... and not burnt on listening.the cute story,the novel approachday-by-day, the facade fades awaythe edifice is scratched outthe effigy is burned.faux reality not-to-be-replaceddisillusionment in little pieces...streaming in on a river of consciousnessmy life's just burnt, and a lot of things were never here to begin with.totaldrownedmy vision of it, only a thought, a complex imagining,but a lie. | 2022-04-28 21:27:31 |
| aether | why did i care so very much what the little humans thoughtwhy did i care so much what the little humans thinkwhy don't i care about myself, why..why aren't things the way they're supposed to becould hew my way into a mountain and the results would be similar.could hew my way through an endless cornfield maze and end up no better.plucking and plucking my disturbance offwhy oh why...every day a tepid styhooked into you, though you made me bluejust another and another and another lie | 2022-04-25 21:31:04 |
| aether | Twisting and undulating back and forthwe couldn't find an iota of breath to retainhopelessly searching mountains of disdainspent across altogether stark and violent terrainhopelessly spent in the rainundulating and spitting across a similar refrainhalls of fools seeing their own reflectionnot knowing which is the real measureto finally end the plight without an errorto finally end a plight without an error.jagged crawling meanderthis type of lifea fine line between bravery and masochism.Love's division, shown, hew'n into the sky.An inability to traverse upwardsA creature stalled outAnd many days seemingly without a heart.How we would find ourselves,if just not to lie with sleeping dogsFreedom costs apaceCircling without a trace.Wherever I come from,back back back back back back backor forwardsto the heart, the source of madness... | 2022-04-21 07:28:54 |
| aether | the beat continues to shatterthis poor idiot's mindbouncing up and downthe sinusoida sin to be non-similar, and to have differencea sinusoidial pattern to rise and fallboom and busted down without a thrallthis poor languid expression in tumultundulating in recompense, restore a devious glance, a dark grinhitherto not withstanding The Fallbecause tepid stale water brought chagrinagonies and thrills descendjust to this now moment we won't lendany type of help to each other but insteadcontinuing to plow a route straight to an uneasy dust binthe melodies all grow frail the heart is barely real the mind is lost andthe cost of it all is The Host's displeasure, jagged and seemingly in His demise,the cost is his pleasure. | 2022-04-21 07:28:47 |
| aether | placid sickoturn turn turn turn turn turn turn turn turn turn 'round againsee my own reflectionaround around around againi'm just a happy foolfinally found the little trap-door ropefinally found something worth anything in this menagerie of blank screensturn turn turn turn around againthe modulation and the reverbhits like Do-not-disturbthe modulation and reverbhits like a servant that doesn't returnall fled, butlers and maids, jagged hills and hopelessly poignant distressed refrainsi see the end i see the end i see the end i see the endgrab the cord with my own bare handsi grab the cord with my own bare hands i pull and see the end, the beat continuesto shatter this poor idiot's mind, | 2022-04-21 07:28:42 |
| aether | lost in a field of nothingi could be grateful to have this tremulous trembling somethingbut it's just a spike on a hilt, being inserted into mebasic weaponwake wake wake wake wake wake wake wake wake wakeup to something, wish there were a realitythe darkness twisted and oldkeep revivingi keep waking up herei keep waking up here,maybe the end is in sighttoo terrible and in frightdarkness twisteddarkness oldi keep waking up here,there's just nothing to hold...i keep waking up herei keep walking the same routesgrab a hold...Life keeps repeatingI keep mentally desertingdarkness tired and old...I keep runningrunning up the hillCan can can can can Can Can Can can you seeHow uneasy it it it it it it it it it it it it it it it is for meDarkness cold and oldI just see, a razor-thin unperturbed pondAnd all the reverberations, just my wakejust my wakejust won'tjust won'tjust won'twake | 2022-04-21 06:56:10 |
| aether | hatred hatredhatred hatred,wish everything would come crumbling around mewish i was dead, dead againwish i was an acid that burned so strongit eroded this whole picturebecause i'm trapped in a seemingly one-frame-life.and it's mostly pain, yeah i said it,not novel whatsoever, yeah i said it,it's all pain.All I got is Myself, All I got is Myself.free like a bird coasting through the airwhere i live perpetually to escape the reality.yeah, all I have is myself. And don't you know? Didn't you know isn't it cool.A feeling of being utterly lost. Mind burnt rawNo, no, you can't help.Because there's just me... | 2022-04-20 22:43:51 |
| aether | just a string of worthless penniless actions strutting forth to an unimaginable destinywrapped together with a dagger's point of hatred, sanity riveted to an impossible groundsadness, up to the hilt in dismayfury, wound shutenvy, corkscrewing off by itselfand all the beautiful emotions,locked inside for no one, ready to drop deep into bluebecause no one's truly here,to partake in this fountaineverlasting love cascading uplooking to the next point to mountA -> B and resolute retreatalways to point A.never to see light unless strange has its way.praying for a reason to keep madness at bayreassembled to hold order in my fortresses' disarray.it's very nearly the same day, repeating, and repeating,and repeatingglory of light renewed to be funneled again through the strifean answer, an ending, are what i seek. | 2022-04-19 15:43:23 |
| aether | got my tightened bundle to myselfthe world may never knowemotions worthless to allyou can't sell a feelingand no one is lining up for it.but it's all there ever isall there ever isa feeling of blue and greentossing and turning 'till you're sickoh, boohootruly aloneand begging for something large, luminousnot knowing what it'd beoh, boohooyou thought you had the truthoh, boohoo,every object rotting at their facades, remembered forever insideoh, | 2022-04-19 15:43:22 |
| aether | pretend im sanguinepretend im happyvery nearly thereas if ersatz were finebut you can't run up a pretend hillcan't lie to myself about invisible music that isn't singing.lost in a labyrinth of my own design?i almost can't believe anything stilland thus awakening is notbut life is awfully strangethe biggest thrill: just to know what's going on.dispassioned and threatenedby the existence of a status quothe cage wheel might stop spinningvery nearly to my dismayand maybe i won't even praylost in a labyrinth of sequences on repeatas if there were rules, stated by whom?distanced and truly lonely.and looks like there's only one passenger with a clue | 2022-04-19 15:26:42 |
| aether | come crashing downcome crashing downheaven and hellmelded in a plight of ecstatic melancholyheaven and hellcomes crashing down togetherwhen all is gonewhen all is dried upthe melody that refuses to grow stalefighting even itself in ironywould-would-would-would-would i just like to leave, would-would i just like to escape. Everything comes crashing down in the worldThe dream that ran longer than a fad. Trapped and stuck in this earthly apparitionTrapped and stuck in my very own heart. | 2022-04-19 09:27:18 |
| aether | hate myself...hate my own hatecircling backand i get tired of keeping it up. bittersweetlet my head go,come truly alivebut attached to all my emotionsis something that isn't right.something not realand all i feelis the endless waves crashing upon mebegging a surrender, or a collapseand all the strength i musterkeeps wanting something moreto escape from the encroaching blackfeeding into itself,i cannot make up my mind, on what i want,what i likesee the truth, see the hatejust want an explosionand sanctity and safetystrength and weaknesstwirling and spiraling into diseased gravelpowderkegged up in the mindwondering how i'd even achieve happinessbut secretly knowing it's comingsomething i can't escapenot understanding | 2022-04-19 00:14:04 |
| aether | let myself breakupon the shoretired of keeping it upbitterly tiredto keep my head screwed on straightan impossible freightnever delivered first ratei justi just, i justi just i just i justwant out of my mindjust want out of my headwant a place where i don't existand my mind was never here.a reality without myselffree to wander in serenity apart from this terrible tragedy.a duality and unknowns, but broken apart in pain even as approaching, homingback to the light or the darkjagged and crawlinghalls ofhalls oftired and trampleddark hour and mirrorsself-hood and selfless inanityscreaming to endwish ihad a mode where i didn't regretand didn't fret | 2022-04-19 00:14:02 |
| aether | freedom to get out of the dreamfreedom to get out of the dreamhave my foot fall in a hole merely for survivalescaping the encroaching blackimpossible to turn my backnihilhints and whispers, from when i was suicidalno longer in denialseeing the little cherry floata truth to grab a truth to fornicate withyet i'm nuclearly set afright, before the endless sightjust a pileof myselfriddled and haunteda seeming trialordeal cast asunderbefore the great preeminent styleof a godhead choking on some sandwhence he left his..pain behind of all the routes and aislesire and isle to himself,all i see is just myself...choked up and destinedfor a rising fireto knowing and graceexcept i do not know where the peace will be.the lie grips ahold of me, and ido not, i,do notidon't know the way outa journey in ignorance.is truth worth it allor is screaming in terrorlost adrift this hopeful and melancholy story.with my hands barely on the ledge | 2022-04-19 00:02:59 |
| aether | big hole in the skymaybe i'll climb through | 2022-04-18 23:41:48 |
| aether | scintillating depression spiraling down like rapture.with the opaque mouth and the opaque headno, you can't hear the words i said...only reason i write is to alleviate the pressureyet sometimes it keeps on getting stacked onis there a way out of this?searching for forlorn hope or am i sitting comfortable.pointless poetry, but metaphor is all we goteverything else is equally pointless yet alive and fullthe glass appearing empty when fulland full when empty.yes, there's an escape from this place...ascend with grace, i suppose, eventually.extension of a peaceful handmy palm caressedmaybe there'll be an end to all of thishopeful mess,almost never got it right, it seems,but perfection is also empty... and fullit's all so empty and full | 2022-04-14 18:41:01 |
| aether | disassemblecollapsereassembleabrasive factssee the truthrun and hidefound the answerjust to treasure the liesee in lieuof supposed impossibilitiesmountains of man crumbling on top of meso sure and happy with myself...and yet it is the opposite..treat myself nicely, but i'm angry.a punishment strewn over my mock realityfreedom calls but does not ringtwirl in place as if it were doing something moredo my actions count or are they just paltrysomehow i don't have to ask...mad and mad, together we could be more than sadbut i'm a cynic, pessimistjust to tear up what i have, only to run backbut i'm a cynic, pessimistnot really sure of my grand illusion anymore, of my superiorityexisting in mediocrityhammered down. | 2022-04-12 10:29:29 |
| aether | beyond the scope of sadnessa sense of lossweary worry-wortashamed of it allbecause,because,because.sadness i can barely movesadness i am hulled down.waiting for deliveranceto arrivethe starsblaredeverything will be o.k.i will keep everything working,and the people running back and forththe clocks will tickand the moon shone as if no one was watchingtearing apart little old me...just to find the vestige of aliveness and truth in me...everything is ok.hell's bells, ringing in my ear, as i wait. | 2022-04-09 18:58:53 |
| aether | i am just looking for a way out,or am i to be more appreciative?god's love is not without doubts, i suppose.but i'm to take care of myself.candid,and freshthis pittance of frail flesh.i see a way out nowi lead myself into this cavern, knowing i'd eventually leaveit's okay, it's okay i said, though now i almost don't believe.i just want out, disrespectful though it is,i suppose agape isn't in its own right mind......not sure what to make of it all. | 2022-04-07 20:49:56 |
| aether | everything's dead or dying,everything's dead or dying,i'm no longer interested in fryingunder a heated suncomplacent but seeking outward for more than just funlife has collapsed atop methe lies i chewed on and spiti thought i was stuck in a cycle,but i see the light now.i thought i was stuck in a bottomless pitbut i feel a way out now.the outside is all pale and greybut i am carrying the fire to this very day.to it, to keep alive, in a place i do not seem to belong.the sheer barbarity has worn away,as if it were merely normal today. | 2022-04-07 20:49:55 |
| aether | watch em all disappearfade from fun,fade from what i thought i knewbored expressions on my facekeeping an even-keelwatch the backdrop slowly slip byall the world winding up, and then winding downinto this little mind of mine.dream yourself an illusiondream yourself a lieyes, there's an end to itwatching it all slip by,again and againthe void calls for a representationparty of onemahasamadhiwatch it all vanish nowteeth and eyesin a bare grin.see the screen flash white, and no one's watchingparty of one left the sceneand i know the machines disassembledi know they don't play by themselvesi know i am all aloneforever and ever. | 2022-04-07 13:54:07 |
| aether | all conscience even a remainder?no, probably not.you will see me clawing my way outyou will see me clambering my way outyou will see me uttering the most pitiful moanswailing to leave the pitand the sorrow that cascades up, saying it's perhaps more beautiful than any type of pleasure.proclaiming the grief of human existence to be more powerful than god's eternal heaven.and you will see me moan and clawand you will see me heave and wretch in the throes of deathyet sorrow, claiming hold over beauty just for a brief respite from interminable suffering. | 2022-04-03 01:48:44 |
| aether | ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ hate itwatch it burnthese melodies which turn my mind sourall for clarity spoken of only in the darkby itself to itself where there is none to arguethe people go in and outthe lie makes me sickpropagated to a mad heighti see just one iota of clear visioni see myself hurt and damaged and bruised and wanting outbut i won't cry to receive an outi won't cry just to escapetired of life, but stolid as concerned to its insufficiency.you won't make a filthy pleader out of me.you won't see me beg on hands and knees...and yet,when the time passes and the passage of life to death arrivesi will probably be begging on hands and feet.i will probably be begging to leave forever and everthe bruised damaged animaldesiring final freedom from his cage. | 2022-04-03 01:48:43 |
| aether | circling and circling in a maw of seeming divisionwho really sees if not for myself?circling and circling in a white hot set of different pains all molded into one, executed in bright light separately through timei'd cry and cry and cry, someday far in the future.to let this ache out that i've been holding unto all my life.i'd cry and cry and cry...to see a place torn apartto see it come to life through a heart.to see it vanish and disappear againit all comes crashing down into Love's heart.to see it come crashing downto see it come crashing downall through my own eyes, myself almost a specter without a life.what cannot be mended must be illusionwhat cannot be Loved must be falsehood.if only pretended for a while.What cannot be expressed must pass seemingly through.The only way out of a seeming lie is terribly terribly so and so through. | 2022-03-31 23:01:32 |
| aether | piercing the hollow breathi can see again brieflyas if things weren't blacki can see in Love againas if beyond this life.stricken down and laden overbornegasping and grasping for something that won't overturndown in the pit of sadness and swallowed up miserywhat's really real, what's past this fission of nothingness and polar oppositesgrasping and turning, i was looking out for a handbut it's only me inside a dream, desperate to make a plea to anyone who understands.drowning and twisting and turning in this despairwhat's really about life that isn't only tears? | 2022-03-31 23:01:30 |
| aether | you're starting to get it,you're starting to really feel itracing down from the topgod's oblivion becomes your fareentering the headout the nozzle of your broken machinationsdispensed like toy-plastic piecesinto a simple jaryou would understand, you would know it allmaybe there's a price to pay, but at least you'd finally be rid of the sensation of despair, crawling up your-don't forget, you're supposed to make it to greater heights, not stay stuck in a stall!get through the bad days, move on and on and on and onand may never you forget the unwavering flame withinand may never you miss the mark for too longclimbing up and up and upout of this great cavethis place of hellish dualityconcocted by mindmay you remember that nothing was risked and spentthat Love isn't always seemingly in short supply..., and not even God can condemn you eternally to this pitremember remember remember, all's fair that ends well, no? | 2022-03-31 22:46:24 |
| aether | still thoroughly alive, yet maybe i'm dead not just too much inside but also outside...the thing i focused so thoroughly on my whole life...and i see through the facade of the lie.and it hurts, maybe even to know why.the truth aberrant and caustic and burning through the ground like some terrible tremorthe truth aberrant and caustic and burning through my lifebefriended to a liebefriended to assumptions i took for granted.because trust and love sought to placate.because trust and love sought to humor something that didn't sit quite right, didn't feel quite right..striking zero.because nothing was as it seems. | 2022-03-31 22:33:14 |
| aether | on the outside looking in my whole lifefading in to become who i may really be... or am i becoming something newborn in a shadow of love, masqueraded as a quiet underdogfires consume my heart, fed by nearby nothings...torn in two very nearly since the beginning...a trauma or twoa sin or five.torn nearly in two, and not even really sure of the end of it...stovepipe exhausting my consciousness of its fruitive apparent functions,i just want a way to be and be and be and be, clean of the sin...no longer desiring to bump my head in the labyrinth of pain...saw myself this far, don't know how i made it- this far-don't know how i survived this fardon't know how i lived this longdon't know how i struggled so intensely.don't know how i made it to this point without a larger fuss..don't know how isee everything so calmly, even with as so much little sadness.striking zero | 2022-03-31 22:33:13 |
| aether | familiar painneed you an explanationthe old familiar painsimilar refrainrepeated again 'n againsimilar refrainsimilar refrain,again and againtired of my own repetition...frame of mindhauntedto chase after vauntedecho-distasteproxy of my hate. you think there's a ruler in heaven?cast shadows to reinterpret myself.cast shadows to reinterpret myself.cast shadows to reinterpret myself.proxy of a proxy of a proxy.circling back aroundit's here againwhat's lovewhat's hateseparation and fate.what's lovewhat's hateseparation and dilated pupils and a sundering reality rapidly fadingcouldn't find: what you're looking forsit and hide, inspect and analyze what's inside.can't find: what makes you happy,am i strange or stranger: answer offered to null-set participantsam i strange or strangerstranger to myself, strange to the negatives of a photograph.strange | 2022-03-31 22:16:02 |
| aether | cameraman come to tear your soul awaycameraman, if he see you...well, i don't really think i have a soul...well, it's much more complicated and much more simpler than that...cameraman, a symbolcrazed heights trodden lowi'm all fuel burnt downshovel the coal into my heartwe'll never exitaeternum of life's elixir, but a short wind of a terrible thing befalling meits nature twisted and wrongthe idea of deathcomrades who seek your own demiseand the pain rattling back and forthto buy into illusionand to rip it out again.the music settles in, and the world seeps backthe pain rattles back and forthoh, don't you see?...in a land of distorted oppositei'll look for the truth...jagged hills, monotonous thrillsin this boredom, neither are beginning to have eyes anymorea melodrama all my own...downtrodden lowcomrades in arms seek to plunder and takemy soul in focusbut the camera is more perceptive than my false idol.and it all burns away... | 2022-03-28 03:35:41 |
| aether | oil and waterthe friction and pain withinhatred withini can't find what i'm looking for, but i know it's thereyou can't see the truth, you are all liescover up my face, so i can't be hypnotized.no, you can't be the truthso i left to findsomething elsewhere in my mind.separate pieces of the puzzlego wrong and i experience paini am not what this place isi am not your friend.separate piecesscreaming to fitcan't find the truthand i no longer pray.no one bothers to hold the punchesno one's got an insidethey all got scraped out by a liei'll scrawl it on the wall somewhere, and hide.you can't see the truth, you're a tormentor born of an atrocity.i can only attempt to not squander, what's left of myselffeel it boiling withini don't have to ask to be alive.there's something lying in the water face down.and it isn't suicide.spelt clean i'd find you serene but something is wrong.something is continuously wrong. | 2022-03-27 17:12:54 |
| aether | the desire to destroythe culmination of a heart racing to zerothe stress piles onand the anguishand it piles onthe culmination of a death race to get outthe culmination of fears, agoniespiled onturn to dust, gravelanything becomes better than the painanything becomes better than the painanything becomes better than the painthe culmination of distaste and dislike is destructionall passes before like weeds pulled and poisoned.piled high in misery.funny that i try so hard to -funny that i tried so hard to-and it falls apart again under its own weightbetter to save the daywith my hand clutched to the fire,ready to ignite and make something happen... maybe someday?dis-ease and dispassionburn in my madnessi hate you, i hate everyonei hate you, i hate everyonei hate myself, watch the flames circle me from abovedoes heaven protect its own?am i claimant to the thronewatch the flames circle me in madness...better to be dark before the light lies with its promise. | 2022-03-27 16:43:35 |
| aether | everything whittles itself down into a crown...everything whittles itself down into a crown...everything whittles itself down into a crown...the abhorrent nature, astonishingly realizeda death knell for the 'normal'punishing blow, to evilforever crossed out in total illusion.to hate apparently isn't my gameto be in hatred apparently isn't my game...In God's name, only love.and I've got to keep myself righted, but I'm not sure how much leeway there really is...and I've got to stay in control, but nothing is ever outside of it... | 2022-03-27 13:19:07 |
| aether | dog chasing his own tailassassinated by roger a muirebeno one will ever find mei am at the bottom and at the topi am alpha and omega's tropi cannot fleece hard enough to get away from the facts.the lightning and the descending madnessbegot a terrible sadnessstaring into myself, i became enamoredillusions bought, i merely stammeredpull the hammer.the gun that removes itselfa false houdini's final act.the ribcage exposedthe bare bones on displaynow i know.a dog aching to snatch the final mysterythe only person disparageable is myself.to hold myself in chagrini almost don't know what else is foolisheternity streaming down into a gaping maw.ecstasy of ghosts circling myself.i almost don't know what there is once i'm through.ecstasy of languid centers, haughty and in disdainego compartmentalized shame.you almost don't know what to do,when you reach the outer edges of what's true. | 2022-03-26 04:50:22 |
| aether | life is singular,and multiple is a liewhat's made can be unmadebut what wasn't born, never dies.and the fancy, we all tookwith ourselvesdwindled down to the passing eyestaring and cryingwandering over to the old machination and paradigmdestroyed by a simple glimpsetoward the true nature of things.dread devil circling himself with hot pitchforks, sought to finally answer why he wasn't surebecause youlost yourself for a painful divisionseeing mock derision, appearing too realappearing all too real.all too real for youwho kept carrying his pitchfork for a time...'till he laid it down in finalityembracing whatever was to come. | 2022-03-24 23:28:34 |
| aether | corroborate in my self-hatred and we will merely twist awaythreads severed but never gaineda head held on by a veina ghost astonished by self-reflectionoh, i'm so sorry. oh, i'm so sorry.the curt statements.the courteous expressions.fade to black, we won't finda single tragedyin the grand nature of godillusions beckon away from themselves.the labyrinthyou won't find me here, and only i can find myself.only I, a jealous god,depleted of its false idols.you will not finda more amiable breathextending out to itself.because rather simply, all's perfectionthe bludgeoning handheld backas the laughter, shook and released the shackles.the god breathed up into a towering visage, mock-infernoaltogethersoft and tired | 2022-03-24 23:28:32 |
| aether | mirror, mirrornot so much a mirrorwordsspilling out in vaininanenot even quite insanethe days pass me by the samei'm not quite lilted to sleep by the drainmy eyes still maneuver to attain the pleasure left in this strange dreamwith the capacity of this 'reality' to produce such terror,i can't help but stomach the past as i realize my station.in charge of such magnifying poweras to not know what i'm doing.to not know what i'm doing.the light and the cascade oftwisting whispersslowly ceasing to suggest, anything to be afraid of.a journey without a travelback to the middleoh so beautiful, oh so simpleyet you did not exist, as it t'were, myself.unfortunate to find, that my tail was merely being devouredand my eyesseeking pleasure in this voidmyselfeverything fades away"You're not needed in the real world."everything fades | 2022-03-24 23:15:07 |
| aether | God's waiting for me to give up the worldGod's waiting for me to give up the worldGod's waiting for me to give up the world. . . | 2022-03-23 18:48:40 |
| aether | sad and patheticsad and pathetica warrior poetbut really a NEET parasiteself-effacement until we erect new grandeurgod has a complexif god was alone, would he be as histrionic as this?is this a symptom of my ego immersed in duality...is this a monster circling himself with a daggerno, nocut it backwe've got optimism to have.smiling and smirking in the backgroundgod doesn't give a complete damnless damnno, no...maybe it's not all insane...no, no...waiting for me to wake up, expunge this corpse-skinwaiting for the truth to unveil itself in its gloryno, no..not a NEET in his basementno, no..Just a day spent locked in, Houdiniready to appear when your facade disappear.ready to..no, no...You need to learn who you are.You need to keep track but take care of yourself. | 2022-03-23 18:39:29 |
| aether | and would things ever be better if they never got better. | 2022-03-22 20:40:48 |
| aether | hopes and dreams: restrictedthe red tapegot all tangledwith our fateparanoia extends out with metastasizing nonsenseyou wouldn't really see, even if i told you, how i really feelyou wouldn't see,bludgeon the steps down on the floorboots marching i just see the raison d'etrespell a ditty out for you,ignored and avoiding an accostbecause life is grim and darkexcept for the perilous light dangerously nearand i forget myselfin the name of this dualityand i forget myselfin the name of reprimands ad infinitumtangled uptangled upin the image of youin what i nearly can't burn to cinders,my hope never to rescind the riseof myself above this allof myself above it allgod himself, even in his own hatredinevitably spirals back to itself.and you wouldn't see. | 2022-03-22 08:42:31 |
| aether | accelerating pastall the little wheels spin softlyaccelerating pastthose who drive fasthad a dream once, of a world of automated cars,they were all empty and greythey were empty and programmed to operatethe humans had all gone away.these cars all attempted to get to methese cars all attempted to get to methe apocalypse of an automated stewheightened and renewedAll these cars...attempted to get to me..And I, Can't See the Fruition Quite as Clearly as...And I, Can't See the Fruition Quite as Nearly as...The bumps on the road. | 2022-03-22 08:23:22 |
| aether | blew the wheel outall the tire firespiled atop each othersmoke and smogfor ourselves and our hearts...and you could find me at the end of the earth,past present futuresomehow withstanding; truth understandingand you could find me in a pit of sadness, but it has a bottomand...To sing about the roses and the shadesof spiraling upward forevers,the life,the liveto liveto fightto dieto keep goingall i need do but realize that everything is for the best...for the best.and i'll do my best.the best.a miniature utopia of sadness,breaking a new color of blueprofundities hurt by their own wild emptinesseshurt by their own wild search,to high and highersto life and lively debate.but truth is forever, truth is sand castles toppling in a wakeof ocean so far and vast, and also, right here right now.in my mind,in my mind. | 2022-03-19 02:06:22 |
| aether | i'm beginning not to carefinallythe weight all comes crashing downand all the demons become minemaybe even freeto galavant across the mapto galavant and marchdemonic force of freedombecause i don't care anymore...the knife twists in my gut and the blood descendsi thought you knewbut never knows best written on the cigarettecomes a dawning realizationthat i don't have to careonce againplaying itself again and againbut maybe never truly actualizedand the flak 88mm, attempts to compound problems for the alliesand the rattling dust of my mindand the safety we attempt to secureis no longer important.all's important all's deserving all's fairknife being scrunched up in my gutall's fair all's important all's deservingto see it come downthis diffuse problembeing pulled and separatedinto its finest components.if i just truly let go.. | 2022-03-17 23:13:51 |
| aether | cut awaycut awayto be smart, to realize oneself,to read quorapat yourself on the backpat myself on the backpat myself on the back,everything cascades down.the truth hurts the truth is pain the truth is fear the truth is murder the truth is hatred,you can't surmise the truth easilyknowing nothing is passeyour silence is clichemy mind ricochets the .357 bullets i imagine traveling through my head.maybe the solution was not to care all alongbut that's how i got hereand the repeat, repeat, repeat, repeatrepeat song.tells me that my sadness is relevantthe mystery the awe the Shattering enigma, pulse-poundingly emanating from a heart-chakra or a black pitiless void or a useless diatribe spoken to others in vanitybonfire of the vanities,pitching chairs in, pitching friends ini'm uselessi'm uselessand proud of itarrogance triumphing the fall itselfto embrace one's destruction or lack there-of, a similar result. | 2022-03-16 21:57:17 |
| aether | Silence is a killer.You don't know what I am.Silence is a killer.Rewrite the words of shame, propagated to his namerewrite the story some other way and you'll have to change your mind...can't tell yourself a lie just to be fine.eventually it'll destroy your mind.can't run away, because the world will never stayjust for you. can't puncture a holethrough the hatch, it's just latchedyou're out in the deepand... | 2022-03-16 18:12:15 |
| aether | hooked on a short leashtugged and readjustedcrank my face to the sidejust to relieve the musclesi am a short man getting shorterthe fanciful knife decorated and adornedtwisted into my gut just for a sojourni am god on vacation, from his royal gloryi am an usurper and a devil, seeking more yet...i am a hostile, an enemy,i am an...the world's circularity is a child's toythe world's circularity is a child's toythe monotony is a builder of emotionterrible heightabout to crashlike an ocean about to spillfrom a pressure tanki am an...i am the pursuit of myselfi am the pursuit of myselfi am the pursuit of myselfhang up the dial before it reaches the passengerthe world a collective shadow hung around my heelspunch the wall, suffering it all | 2022-03-16 18:12:14 |
| aether | seven years bad luckto destroy the artifice held in captivityby my gazelight myself on firebecause i'm tiredthe summer's swinging backand i can barely handle...the desert takes its filland i am just a whelpforced into jawscrumblewatch myself crumbleand i am just a weightabout to plummetevery day i wish for some good daysbut that isn't serenitybut that isn't sanctityevery day is every day, and there is no escape. | 2022-03-16 18:01:32 |
| aether | screaming and wailing and bound by gagit's not far from the truth,the worlds wants its brightness, i want goodnessyet i don't know what it even issometimes i don't want to be happysometimes i don't like being bound to itsometimes i want all the moods to slipbut then regret, as if i'm the prisonerthe man caught in the middlepursuing his own masterbecause the dogs nip at my heelsi could shake it all outthis painbut it'll never be withoutbecause it's more picturesqueor maybe i don't understand, this grand mirrorerected to face my own eyesor maybe i don't care anymore | 2022-03-16 18:01:30 |
| aether | losing ityou don't know what i've been through, and neither do i you.clamber and scrambleup this cliffclamber and scrambleup this horrid faceno resti'll get in your facesi'll get in the mischiefbut i...calmer side twitchingjust want some peacebut it aches and turns to flame, after i realize the dull and grey.i...don't really care, that-i don't really care- that-the quickest route from A to B is a straight line and yet, and yet, and yet, and yetand yet, and yet, and yet, and yet, and yet, and yetand yet nothingvoid and nullthe weight of the world like a long-chain, slipping past the refrain of the earthtugging my legs, all the way down. | 2022-03-16 17:53:47 |
| aether | fly off the handleyou won't respondi'll bathe the world in flamethink it's a good rhymeto end this in dismayi am hostile,i am angerthe rifle butt descends upon my facei don't really care, i don't really carethe fancies spin off me like snakeskinas i rattle this one bonethis one pittanceget in their facesexploding like caustic fires erupted withintired of suffering and subversively still not quite tame or passive, losing itlosing it | 2022-03-16 17:53:45 |
| aether | the ship sails into the sunsetwe're all pleased in this farcecomic-line beaten hew brow destroyed motif line-up marchFusillade of musket-fire,I'll reload myself in desperationI'll reload myself in desperationI'll reload myself in desperationIt isn't about history it's about-..preach, preach, fall apartprey or prayprey on the faithfulor pray for a higher dayi know not my emptinessi know not my fullnessi am a heart, i am heartbut the lies, and the hypnotizeand the fallsand the chartsof which i appear to be slowed downimbittermentappear to hold me downloud, there is no silence that holds memarchabout-facethe ship, plastered up after lead and ballrepaired and anew but scared and throughmorale is lowmorale is lowsomarchabout-face, keep moving or it's your head on a pikekeep moving or it's your head on a pikedrowsy lines repeating in a mirror reflectinglead and balllead and ballhitherto not fully accepting of the insanity of it all. | 2022-03-15 09:50:57 |
| aether | crushed weightabout-facemarch along, sing a songsimple tasteheightened alongbludgeoned grounddogged downbludgeoned downsinging alongcannot, cannotlove a lotwithout the tears streaming freelywithout the tears streaming freelyjog a lotearn a potstow the gold withinhope it isn't stolen withouttalk a lotsued for peaceplease be quiet, I'm watching nothingplease be quiet, I'm not interested in idle chatterplease be quiet, we'll merely partake in a disaster.think i know something, i don'tgot a penchant, strange emotionbrought aboutabout-facemarch | 2022-03-15 09:50:55 |
| aether | Your pain, my pain, same difference.Your pain, my dereliction.your fear, my traumait spins out with no destinationi'm spun out i hit the lesioni dream of something moredo you think god dreams of something more?do you think being trapped in a reality you don't likeis what god has to deal withi spun out i hit a lesionthis fancy this fancied fanciful life derided to completion, you aren't what you seemyou aren't what you seem so cue deletion. you aren't what you seem, you aren't what you seemderivative delusionjagged eyes, reality slides into meall the sharp cliffsstabbing the sky so it bleeds down into your eye. all the sharp cliffsderivative derivativestab you highCrux of the matter, stigmatayou won't ever hearheld so drear.stigmata, stigmataChrist-culture, and delayed denied mulchfestering with breath delayeddelayed. i cannot see, my eyes have shot out, you won't seedrown, drown, lied, liedhide, hide | 2022-03-15 09:40:02 |
| aether | derivative punch in the faceyou couldn't make it in this townyou're deader and blue in the face.the sullen dark eyeshypnotizing monitorgrabs you by theandidon'tknowwhat'sreal. The escarpment we trudge over becomes a hole in of itself. The lack and the hateThe escarpment we trudge over loses faceweathered hewn rockbuttered smooth locki am inside myselfi am the jaw, rockedevery h'wone spins out before meif i just accelerate further they'll ignore meif i just say the same thing they'll adore me'cept s'a-lie, they'll just shove me | 2022-03-15 09:40:00 |
| aether | he screams, he tauntsgets inside whilst you flauntand you don't see you never sawthe truth come cascading down so drearall avenues are erasedall possible routesthe turning and burningthe fear and the runningthis jet engine makes no noisei am slowly accelerating to great heightsescape velocity ascertainedif i just keep going...you don't saw you never sawif i can just keep my eyes open...you hurt i hurtwe all fell downbut somewhere here is the truthand the other is a lienot sure anymore what i choose to keep close to mei never saw i never sawthe hacksaw buzz saw spin cuttermeanders over and flays my flesh alivei never saw i only seeone thingheightened agonydespair and tragedyi see i seeonly a dreamthe deranged impossibilitythe slave-like mentality...i can't, i can'tseem.You are nihilistically a reality.I am falling apart entirely.The lies, The lies,they keep calling me. | 2022-03-15 09:29:32 |
| aether | worthy of hatred | 2022-03-15 09:05:36 |
| aether | they are all enemies with unspoken rulesthey are all hostile and meandering foolsthey are all insane and lostthey are all unreal and i am the hosts of hosts...i am all dejected and sadi am all too sane and madi am complete and whole and never have been faultyi am mislead and lead and lead and leadaround in circles by myself....i will destroy, all illusioni will, reach sanctityi will, realize all truthi will, finally understand what i am...absolutionatonementcrucifiedbludgeonedthe hammer makes its roundsthis sword is to be utilized...i am perfection becoming...i am god...i am all...i am everything...and all the missteps i have ever takenand all the tragedies and the farcesand all the sheepskin i shearand all the wolf's breath i utter in dismay... | 2022-03-15 07:54:11 |
| aether | everything is deatheverything isdeathno point in communicationa still-measureonce taken, gone past into a field of nothingnessthe realization: merely now to make arteverything has goneand the realization of itnearly dismantles itselfthe deconstruction of reality to its most integral parts.and the sadness, madness, slowly becomes truththere is nothing in duality to getbut god doesn't care, enjoys himself anyway.better than a black voidbetter than a...talking to oneselfthe rivets and the seamscome apartand the wolves hungerand the dragons swoopall for thisall for this?to come apartand for a tune played for the moonand for a... | 2022-03-15 07:38:44 |
| aether | a thousand egos disparaged at the thought of a paper-thin reality. | 2022-03-13 05:52:12 |
| aether | dog tired of the stewwish there was a way out of the zoositting on a goldmineand i'm too tired to use itoh, and the pretendersoh, and the fakesall sneering happily in my facebecause there's no truth to an illusionand to be the way it is: evil, yet no differentinevitable for it to crumble, yet lasting insistenceon itselfall the people and all the world a liejust a mirror for the Selfand an insane mystic crawling up his own skinwith hardly a real love, i wish it all to oblivion sometimesBecause it's a hard knock lifeand it's bruised me up a bit.wish it'd go, wish it'd go... happy happy sayonara...watch it go, watch it go, illusions do serve but also must crumblemust crumblehappy to see it go, happy to see it go... | 2022-03-10 15:06:40 |
| aether | omnia in numeris sita sunt | 2022-03-10 05:09:40 |
| aether | smell that air | 2022-03-10 03:22:52 |
| aether | hell-fireand my tearsall were precursors, to the fruition of my dreamthough they oft indicate, a direction misleadhell-fire,and dreamssought myself out of the painthrough fires we are hardenedand though we become brittle...Truth be the calmness and truth be the dropping away of the heavy weight,the appropriate lead keel: the darkness within,to rattle my bones and disparage the nightmuch gnashing of teethto see the heightened effect of lies and distortion. freedom.Only the free can be locked and the door is always wide opentougher than I seemunbelievable.Soaring whilst grounded | 2022-03-08 05:44:19 |
| aether | i know what's true i know what's truei know what's true i know what's true, wonder how long it'll lastdis-eased rabbit aims to cross the finish line, all the world spinning in my gazeas if fates and wonders were rested upon my weary shouldersexcept the results ain't so pleasant, least i tell myself nowbecause the truth shouldn't hurtand the tortoise is in his shell after being spun around by this haughty rabbithaughty rabbitbut we have some of the truth, some of the trutha party for you and i and i and i,forever and ever.it all goes together.finally, finally, finally, finallyThe only things that get done are things I do myself.the only things that get done are things i do myselfbeauty and glory and the birds singingbut laps and laps and lapsto get to the finish line.. ... ... | 2022-03-07 20:52:35 |
| aether | demon with demon thoughts demonizing itself and demonification scree screech screechan | 2022-03-07 19:08:57 |
| aether | what is a noble reason of senseless qualia without true purpose.hidden behind the veil there is divinity and something above this.and it drives me mad, a haunting thought, something which drives me upwards, but awayawaydivinity's sacrifice, not returned without a noble reason. | 2022-03-03 14:01:51 |
| aether | sickly thincombat ineffectivepost traumatic carelessnesslistlessnessthe world a glass eye, empty and forebodingand all the funeral pyres, create an ire in mebut it is not the dead i weep over,it is myself, the stupidity of it allwashed and collected and torn unto me, as useless rags.the world should be bathed in fire once moreso that we rise anewrise anew...a 10mm pistol and a horde of scorpionsa spearshaft and a spearheadthese are lamentationsi see only madness, where there is sorrow, there is strengthwe buoy ourselves up, lest we drown.Living for a purpose, that I desire to see the world change.and all the good intentions can send me straight to hell for it, and i will not bat a lash.Because to live in desperation is to live in perpetual murder.to hold a wick, a flame, the candle itself must melt, disappear.to hold itself, a flame must burn something else.and to be seen, a flame of nature must witness it. | 2022-03-03 13:42:47 |
| aether | 'nother one that slipped through the cracks | 2022-03-03 05:38:38 |
| aether | their twisted smiles and crocodile tears feed upon the acceptance of a liecan't figure out twixt truth hath i in my graspcan't figure out sometimes who's whomurderball skating alongthey just want me to be nice and not play coynot smiling sometimes i'm just about simplicitytruth is simple...everything goes the way it doestheir crocodile tears and twisted smileslying to me.can't ever feel badcan't ever feel remorsestuck on the angelic layerthinking god is outside mebut then again, who's to be and who's to seeproblems, issues, conflagry-ations, turbulencespilling seedfor no problem, no sorelet the light escarp theetranscend out of this muckhigher and higherdancing up the ladder rung, looking down too muchtime to let goall of it is finenothingness personified. | 2022-03-02 08:47:31 |
| aether | he spoke he sup and then the mountains fell o'er 'imGreat times for yore and for after, we can, always, ..Always hitting again into the slot, always going wh'er-e perfection drives us, everythingEverything.Perfection shines startling new, a revivalrevival...A festival of happiness shining, startlin' new. As old as all.As old as all.As old as all.As old as all.just seemingly horrible, just seemingly atrociousexceedingly perfect, without a crumb to the crumbling building topswithout a drop here or there to the exacting spotno hair out of place.again an' againspread out forever.I exist in my revelry, though it may disappearcontinues its hurdle. Up and over, up and over, up and over. So you see, perfection is fine-!''fine'fine'fine'fine' just to see the truth | 2022-03-02 05:46:35 |
| aether | self-obsessed ninnywoop woop it goes 'round and 'round and spinny! woo!wiggy wiggy wooI'm tar and featheredburnt up the stake an'Sight of the Stars Drift Down To MeThe glory be God'sall is frown?Head down, drownbut life, Goes Around-! Quite ImpossibleQuite unrealizable, 'till you're sure, sure,surety so nice, finally, sanctity.But not fond of the lashes against your backHeeded and herded unto the great plainsspread out forever.heeded and formed lifeless savior-les derision | 2022-03-02 05:46:33 |
| aether | Everything wants its greatest,propel me forward, propel you forwardmy foot's stuck in the doorbut it was never quite wide enoughto gain a-..I spin around to the music, and those that could not hear...Jagged lines coloured, as if we were favored.Favored by the gods, adorned with respectWreath atop my head,Happy and predisposed, to lavish with loveLash out, return to centerLive life au repetitory repertoire ad sic insane, repeat repeat. repeat. The life that grow silentgrow louder, growing forever. The vines climb taller, the walls crackle under the sun and the coldWe could spin 'round'round'ro.u.n..d, nothing concerns,happy whilst you're sad now. | 2022-03-02 05:26:55 |
| aether | lavishing others in love, strange lovebut mis-takes and misalignsclean it all up,you are divine, i say to the mirrorspinnan' round 'round 'roundwaiting to who will hear.Addressing the concerns, addressing the prism, forming the 'bowi just see, emotional claritybecome foggy sometimelend my ear, follyGreat big time alive in the big-wide scare. Everyone spins'round'round'round, ag'an...Life the perpetual motion machine, with its grandiosity megalomania circlan' past the grave.Oh, I feel so greatOh, you don't have to be sad. | 2022-03-02 05:26:54 |
| aether | did you ever wonder if you were truly alonedid you ever whisper to yourself softly through a song, an image, a mirage, a...i wrap myself in a warm cocoon..scintillating truthspreading out to infinitydid you ever wonde-... .life is interestingi appear to no longer be sadwell it's temporaneous extraneous ephemeral and melancholyblue and foolrepeating in wont of Yuleseeing the truth, hooohoooo.The owl of wisdom M'henra, or Minerva, or what have yousimply divineexposing all my issues, vulnerabilitiesexposing all the nightmarish qualitiesDid you ev...We could write so high up in the sky, embrace the moon, sing to downAll the fellows would take up great dance, great dancegreat parade... | 2022-03-02 05:03:43 |
| aether | all your friends disappear down the drain,and the father who encourages, merely so he can avoidthe mother who is too schizophrenic to operate, can barely callthe world appears friendly,and then cast asunder your boatswim with the mermaids, swim with your gutand the desiccation, happens underwaterwhere you cannot find a saviora deus ex machina for you.my emotions tell me all is eternally rising, my emotions tell me i am solemn and coldthe weight of the world cracked these bones,sent you to another place in my head. i could not find what there was to ascertaingripping unto the deck's limits, i could only see the ocean below. ready to puke,ready to throw. and all the happy places, with the eternally rising people in them. gesticulated loudly, fondly, that i am to be one of them. yet the places in my head, dark and remote, are only full of corpses and bloated. i see the future i see it clean, there is a cost to pay for being the only dream. | 2022-03-01 11:14:01 |
| aether | created to be finite | 2022-03-01 09:53:35 |
| aether | gritting my teethand then i would writetake back all the harsh words, harsh actionsbut not the pain i received.all the lashing out, sometimes it felt appropriateand god allowed itbut i wish...that things were better.and i wish i could never know the future, because life's surprises are few and rare.wish i could...an acceptance washes over me. i am as much a response to life as its to me.given life, i just want to livebut i don't know what for.i see the raven circling abovedid god see something in me, clearly... but sight has not been restored as to why. as to why... | 2022-02-28 10:51:35 |
| aether | you cannot see what is inside. you cannot see what's inside.and i could be holding all the secrets.and i could be the wish granterand i could be a genie born without remembrance of a lampand i could be anyone or anything quite interesting or quite mundane.a trap a snare a gesticulating jester or a truthful man left suicidal.nothing suits me better ... nothing could relieve this pain,except to listento the strange sensations within | 2022-02-27 23:35:56 |
| aether | Socrates claimed he didn't know anything,but perhaps it's better to assume we do,the grandiosity of a plummeting feline, landing rightside upor the fires ablaze in the sky inside your mind.I do not see the truth I do not see the pain I do not see anything I just want to thoroughly escape so far away that I am where I started.To run off the map to return to the other side.caustic prayers ignite and i want to believe in my truth, my way. Listening to people my whole life and I disregarded what's inside. | 2022-02-27 23:35:53 |
| aether | the numb darkness my bestest friendso cosy are wethat to grip unto its naked reality provides the greatest hurting paindelicious ambros'hic pain, seeping into my core.seeping into my very core. as if this place were its own power ampstuck into a pain amplifier? yet what doesn't kill you makes you stronger.I begin to enjoy the lonely nights, the terrors, the threats,am I to face forward, drink at the solitary bar, and Love Big Brother?finally the bullet careens through the back of my head.finally i could measure a degree of sanctity, purityin my thoughts, my actions | 2022-02-27 23:35:51 |
| aether | You could see through this pale storm, but the pain in me would be no longer a mystery.Twirling in a flair-y style. Could fool you I had some knack. Again, we speak in lack.I am not afraid of death, I am afraid of lifeI am not afraid of death, I am afraid of lifeBeauty, that I am eviscerated for the sake of Love. Beauty, that I cascade down to a hurtling flame.Beauty, that I lose my facade, my Cross, as I am going to one day be past the crucifixion.bludgeoned down, eternal,said to be nothing,and you'd be right, a most beautiful nothing.hurtling down, to the truth. | 2022-02-27 23:13:24 |
| aether | knife turn edge blade dancespinerette spinning the showthe long shaft accompanying the hurtling decrepit steel axeyou cannot see the truth, drown you all in my bosom.Rise, we are to see the vision.spinerette spinning the bladeover the fire over the knife we spin around itthreat evaluation equal to a damage assessmenthitpoints and critical areasvital function and vital bludgeonI could see, beyond this pale storm. But there is only more form.you could see beyond this visage i pretendbut then alive you would beand sad i am not.spinerette spinning around this ghostly habitationYou could be quite okay but I have deemed thee the damned. You thought you only played a small hand, in my psyche, but of import of all I see, becoming the truth to be free. And a knife dance, and a bludgeoning blade hurtling. | 2022-02-27 23:13:23 |
| aether | trapdoor mirror maze. as if nothing could be ultimately ascertainedi tug my foot, wonder where the rope's goingi tug my life-line, wonder how far i've sunk or if i'm under at all.a fish doesn't always recognize its water. doesn't always see the monster it is,nor the monstrous nature of others. doesn't always know how crafty prey can be,nor that life isn't always about tomorrow.isn't about the clean silver liningisn't about liesis about our self inside. isn't about the next movementthe careful expression, becoming hardened but cracking.crackling under the lightbitter isometric field, bird's eye vision but i'm not quite inside enough to findwhat's already here,finite extent, finite scarenothing to worry about,when oblivion is obviousclear away the fear without trying,wu wei goes as it does.not responsible but affected.or am i just swaying in the strands above coralthe long reeds extending upwardsaffected more than i can be authentic from myself. | 2022-02-27 13:36:08 |
| aether | one grows tired of being wrong, but also of being strongbreaking bitter weakness apart for the fellow next to you.and i just see theface of it, ready to demolish my face for it, but i'm never certain, never certainreality is cold, and reality is fairand it won't be nice, and it won't be bada straight line enough to be heading somewhere. because everything brings in what it is inside.everything brings in what it is insidewinding wind, circling againthis eye closes, another opens again.just to be caught with a foot in the snare,dragged off again | 2022-02-27 13:36:05 |
| aether | unlearnt and attached, i can only follow the crowdthe herd walking straight off that careful mountaini can only see four feet in front of me, can only seewhat's really real, reality-tunnel, confirmation, continually spittingdata back at myself, recircumcirculated, and not circumventedlessons pack a punchwhen you need to forget what wasn't cut into methe grooves speak the answer, the grooves seek the emanationspinning around in a vacuum-circularas if there were nothing here.believing lies and believing whatever. | 2022-02-27 13:36:03 |
| aether | i grow cold, thinking it wiseought to think twice but ifall into following, as ifothers, the Perfection, the Communicade,transponder receives.continuously repeating their truth in my own ear.reinforcing and rebinding like muck, 'till these tracks sinkand there is no way back again. but it all was simple to find,maintaining what seems reasonable, too difficult. And life, seems to punch me in the gut over and over, in the head, over and over,until i get this supposed truthbut i'm never sure, never certain, and i don't like being bludgeoned down, because i know it doesn't last. | 2022-02-27 13:18:51 |
| aether | the silence reigns supremethe silence demeans its own voicesunder down, around, clownenergy rises indefinitely, infinitely, the court judges its jury and the jury weighwildly swinging,we rescind all offersdescending in, the point of it all. seems to beperfection, writ large in strange formal lettersas if this world could be what it claims to be, worth living for, as if it could be what it isbut not quite what is to be expected.i speak in shadows from a stale curtainthere is no one of value here but ought not be fully evaluated, passed overleft behind, left behind, left behind.but no one's left and i haven't traversed the terrain yetseeing the truth is hard and seeing reason is harderemotions caught in a bind seemingly on endbound to each other and bound to me, to you.Bound to me, bound to all, unity without cessate | 2022-02-27 13:18:49 |
| aether | feign ahappiness givenfeign ahappiness sent outcannot find what you were looking forabsorbing everythingyou start climbing the rungs.Boot ascends, but you find it hardevery day is new, feeling alright is alright, but maybe,a trance.I feel happiness to be a bi-product of something grandercouldn't put my thumb on it, and the word isn't on the tip of my tongue.but in my hopes it is there.not a dirty climb to more dirtiness, but a real resolute thingthat is perfect holiness.and there's nothing wrong with happinessbut happiness and pleasure, make me unhappyand i dive into the depths, to escape toward something that feels realand i'm not looking for authentic emotion,i'm looking for something that escapes mention | 2022-02-27 01:51:45 |
| aether | by all the little wheels, with a clean rod stuck through them,makes the bike flip over itself.You can't see the way forward if not for the clouds and bluster sending you down.what does man want, when he is blindis god the samealways on the look-out for the next high,disgusting,and truth to be the servitora slave. to pleasure.Somewhere I must've gone wrong.Happiness does not belong to the filthy.but it seems it is.and i want to drown it allfor the lies became truth and the truth,...i don't know what would......all the time spent......caught in an embrace of pleasure that seems sickly......saying no but wherever you go, there is more......and i cannot find, a single shred of ...truth that i truly seek | 2022-02-27 01:13:32 |
| aether | pain and not caringstrength to saythat the little things pass awayand so much is littlecaught up in a moment makes you feel like throwing upi feel the care welling up insideand in a strange middle-ground, i let it passbut to put things at odds with each other,and to see the current situationa mirage pretending to be nice to itselfgritting of teeth,i could not findwhat anything Was.on my journey to the truth, I came upon...wise men and their boring storiesand the loudest and the quietest. i wanted it all to go away. all to run away.a society that weeps at the thought of deatha society that holds you to itand my escapism, a lie i hold deari only embrace..what serves.and to be served | 2022-02-27 01:13:30 |
| aether | sink my jaws in the factsink my jaws because i lack tact.say what i really mean, but i don't yeti'm waiting for a clear groundfor aggressionor is time ticking by slowly as it ruefully shakes its head.everything feels fresh at the moment, as if i dipped my head in a greek substance.the kind of sleep that wispily spins byleaving its residue on the personage.a heart and a person who has littleI brighten my line I brighten my outlookonly to realize the darkness againand it hits,but doesn't take. It only gives. And the spinerettes, and the people passingthey don't even see the breath, that i takeand the people and the paincome back again, where i bare my teethwhere i sink my jawsinto facts. And their pretty lies, cannot come without painbut pain is the only thing keeping me alive again. To wake, a new trauma unwoundsee the problem, see the fate, ill sink my teeth into the fact againinto your empty cup.into your empty mind.into your useless everything. | 2022-02-27 00:56:08 |
| aether | Hey, what is there to complain about?Hey, what is there? Where? Who, and when.in the middle of nowhere,ghostly visagethe void speaksGod telling himself a nighttime story.you could walk down this hallway full of ghosts.you couldelectrostatic, displeasable humnon-random chaos, just displeasedFrowned out black out'till you see no more.I walk backwards toward my original place, but new is its state....you could walk melancholy through these side-doors, or you can reach the one in the back.You could walk melancholy through a non-random chaos room after room, room after roomor you can stare at the one in the backa diseased spirit, longing for Home, againbut sadly, the void is thatthe void is thatand this place a reflection of glorybut also the truth.and this place a mirror darklybut some of the truth.i could walk towards that door in the backdismissing double-vision, i walk towards the door in the back. | 2022-02-26 21:19:03 |
| aether | hall full of ghostsyou could walk this hallwayand see so manybut they are all so distant, and faintcold and graycold and grayyou could walk down this hallway,and the doors lead to nowhere.you could step into the one at the endand then you'd finally know what it was all aboutmirrors and phantoms, phantasmswailing and moaning,complaining and stabbing,takingtakingtaking | 2022-02-26 21:19:02 |
| aether | All the pain, all the Pain,You cannot see.It burns away,it becomes hollowbut is pure, waiting for its usageEmotions becoming purifiedseeping black sapwaiting for vindicationHate and harm,blow comes to blows.Sheep and the wolf.the mote in my eyebut the deranged reality of it all.Judge not lest ye be judged, butWho to set right?making amends but it comes crashing againclaiming my power, claiming my strengthas i am beaten downas i am beaten downas i am beaten downa man in a corner with no true ally.as toas ifif as, Truth hath no confinesseething seeping upwardblack distilled emotionpurified but seeking vindication. | 2022-02-26 20:41:00 |
| aether | seeing lesseri surge highercompare one to anotherbecome heightenedarrogance a burning ireto see the truth and a falsitytwisting and turning as if there weren't either.all is me and all is ibut this illusion serves its purposesserves the self,men who appear half-formedmen who appear half-done.the dragon will burnall these diminutive places.like a bad jokeand a bad appearanceweighing nothingcast into shadowand then nothing. | 2022-02-26 20:40:58 |
| aether | as if we would all be swallowed upby this hatred, and fear slowly being widdled away into a burning of heart.mind sees an escapemind sees an escapemind sees an escapewe would be so free, so free, so freeto raise the flames higherwatch the flames get higherechoing our haunting caustic refrainnot to forget what tameness got us,nothing, and nowhere,an abused slave.Biting and gnashing, tribulationseventh circle: violence.biting and gnashingbiting and gnashing: hellcold, chant, death, rantthroes, woe, plow,past the chainsi see an escapeselfishness, the only answer.to accept less, always given less.the Self knows no equal.the Self ruins the thought of all bounds and limits.It is always self-inflicted. | 2022-02-26 20:31:07 |
| aether | fire burns in the heartaching to be freea slave bound byso many thingsfreedom of body,cage after cageall around and everywhere,the creature comforts cages as wellas they grow old and stale, familiarlike a worn out wordlike a worn out facelike a worn out grey colourlike a worn out grooveof the slave's lamentationechoed and carved into his bones and his mind and his heartthe fire does not abate.it burns in the heartand aches to be free.to see what's past four wallsto see what's past an infinity of empty space and useless stars and planets | 2022-02-26 20:31:05 |
| aether | dust accumulating dust mites refusing to believe i'm dust myself | 2022-02-26 20:10:16 |
| aether | and guilt, weigh the balancefreedom to all freedom at lasta cool voice, singing from up abovea cool voice, echoing its own namea cool voice's caress. swallowing your mischiefuntil the bones are set right. the bones set fair and light tremblingcomes inlight so sanguine in its perfection: what you already are.optimistic but even in denial sometimes, you are perfectly fair.down and down we go,only to rise. A relief.Rise-forever, a careful cautious tale. But no pain is sent without Ordainment of perfect Order, so you shall see. | 2022-02-26 12:21:53 |
| aether | other people aren't perfect. | 2022-02-26 10:04:22 |
| aether | people your worst nightmareopinion and ideologyan energy that kills itrewires you at nightso you can wake up againafraid of what it could meangod this wired creature,that must explore what it's drawn tounfortunate, inevitable, horrendouscrashinginto itself continuously like a futile ocean of energy risingthe ego wants survivalthe ego wants more than ritualburning a fire for a better truth, as if it wouldn't fall into the same struggle,but then life attempts to hold unto something worthwhile, something hopefully truea endless strugglekali yuga, dark-mode, ripples of concerneyes betraying a tendency, an addiction, a movementsomething unwantedneeding expressed, becoming expresseda battle, and what you feed and what you don't, almost seem to not matter, as the body commands better than the tired mind. | 2022-02-23 22:45:20 |
| aether | all the unproductivitythe sorrowall you think is trivialall what others observe to not be fruitivesigns and omens,heaven. Creating, Becoming,neither mirage nor fake.but not physical.and thus dilemmaseraphima destinyunited as ourselvesfor life prospers gradualand...the downward sizethe minimalistic lifestyle, turn, turnnot towards money but - all the heaven, insidefor freedom and past none. past this split of polardo as is proper, i hope my words, alleviate pain.elohim, whispered smalleventually out in front, freedom to peace, forevera healing of... all the torn twigsplaced on the faceto get through it. This placeall unlocked, forever. goodness of mercy without the thought ofincurring pain. ever avoiding the striking of hand in weak-spot,life must be perfect, exacting, but never cruel, not cruel, not cruelthe will of spirit, mercy given without asking, without askingfree, forever.know that we will do well. even as hell as heaven tolls | 2022-02-23 10:51:05 |
| aether | not arrogantnot overzealousthe inward gut, the truth, the meansthe deadsetsharpening kitthe deadset truth, angled highswinging down againdeadsetdeadsetad infinitumi'm not arrogant, not overconfident, something in my eyesomething in my eyecorner of my eye.ambitionbut i'm not sure people see it fairbecause i see a fibonacci sequence in my eyespiraling down to the side bottom righti'm not a untruthi'm the careless wind, but that's what is heardcareless insidecareless insidebut it isn't true,i am not an untruth.life propelled me . to this sequenceof event andtrue, i am not, not, a fool | 2022-02-23 07:37:13 |
| aether | live life, in a space,where no one ismyself.not to be filledbecause i am..full or getting fuller.people concerned, about things, that do not matterand i justam not altogether herebecause once seen, i am left againit's ok. because places full, places despairthe sky emanates my despaircascading down againi could writeall the storiesbutcold windstuck in a flytrap, except there's no better placewith the cold songandno one to pretendthat everything is OK, neitherpositive, but false. false positive positivitybecause life holds me in chagrina space where no onesees, neither eye to eye nor freeblack eyes following me spinand a denial, denial of all selves opposite myselfseeing nothing | 2022-02-23 07:20:00 |
| aether | lonely birdcenter focusfrom a great heightblack and whitegreyyou can see its emotionit is black and cold, but so full of power and lifeit is sadness, melancholy akin to deathit sees the truth, but is dark and ephemeralready to disappear, except it never will, never willbecause life brought its truth to bearalive and dangerous, but realizing its sanctityso bizarre, to be, because it is real and outside this place God, gazed upon an empty birdGiven life it is spared. | 2022-02-23 06:33:34 |
| aether | like someone and then they turn to dustbecause a misconception destroys beautynature demanding its dueenlightenment for a fool | 2022-02-23 06:13:27 |
| aether | but i should be afraidbecause what is fear if nota choicebut enflamed, aggravatedit becomes a tumora monsterto become itself, a fear that is fear, a pain that is painself-defeating. | 2022-02-23 06:09:53 |
| aether | pain is king, fear isfear isa type of hating weaknessa weakness that knows it will be beheadedtorturously, with a badly sharpened axe.i want to drown itand drown itand drown itthe lie which proclaims to be true | 2022-02-23 06:05:28 |
| aether | chagrin | 2022-02-23 05:42:24 |
| aether | seeking circles againnotably life is aboutthings already familiar,contained within is the expression of known to increaseoctaves raising, true form? developing anew? but repetitions of the alwaysconcern and true, lack locked in focused heat downwarda concern to accelerate out of situationsbut spread about a net of jewels, without a hope, just oceans of grass looking greener -but the propensity remains and the thought does not hold in disdaina need to throw oneself into the deep, outward like a net himselfto capture what he seek, joyous riot, riveted to the lineenergy seeking permutation of a sideways eight, frenetic and also needing to be tamed?..but it all hurts, and the explosions reekagain and again, just another puncture wound to express an endless thorough levered sake | 2022-02-22 14:03:37 |
| aether | i couldpathfind my way outenergy seeking, always winsbut truth hurts, and bludgeons us into the reality of desireand the truth of plane of existencerotating in the gear wheel, inlocked in space but meandered oscillatoryalways finding center 'less you breaklife amends, heartened to find capability again//..?but it always circles back, whatever i findin this gut instinctual deeps, of my intestinessearching againlanguished to find a route through my energetic formthe mind is a pathfinder | 2022-02-22 14:03:36 |
| aether | rivetsbound to repetitionplagiarism-fearunderstanding what we are?a continuation of the continualflow outward and return to centera circle 360 degreesline out to omnidirectionalcan't hurt to find yourself gel'd uprotating with ease in the gear wheel machinetaking lines and transposingmaking things my own but they're unilateralall hands oneholding a dream but it is sinwant escape but it rendscaustic and tendto my wounds and grintired eyes heightened to liessemblance repeatingheard a call but it rescinded in | 2022-02-22 14:03:28 |
| aether | not sure i'd mind my own deathsure that terror knows bestbut then the avalanchebrings me back to realitycoasting and cursingpleasant amendscursing, coursing, amendsdrownt out i see the light, cascading upbreath not taken, semblance of corner fe fi fo thumbsee the monsters of my owncannot escape againsee the tired troopshug tight to a treelaggard shadows casting up and down this plan casting up and downstaring into reflections but not mirrors, hurt and laggard downhunk transposed to nonehurt, caustic embrace, the pain increasesthe heat riseseverything spins up the tire of this wheelspinning entire height not seen, un-understanding and surpriselooking disgusting and surety takes in rue, the reality of the obscenecan't transpose myself to freedom, locked in a dungeon of my mind. | 2022-02-22 13:51:41 |
| aether | must learn to be silentmust learn to be quietlife as normal, a drive makes me nervousback to the sludge and the ooze, falling into a hole of my ownwriting as the flames attempt to wick against the skywhite smokeblowing hopebut i'm stuck inside my mindreality-tunnel digging languorcaught in a hole, dug deep, entrenched, funneled,crowded, fe fi fo thumbi smell a desperate downward hill avalanchescreaming to the nethersscreaming to the aetherdown down down laggard semblance of nightstubbornosity, clutching the propensityno route but what energy draws me towardsa feeder towards the lower endseeing blood, terrifies meswim swum swam awaybut itis apathy | 2022-02-22 13:51:40 |
| aether | desperate desperation got me clinging to the scene of the only relief and it is mineseeing how serene you could be i imitated your visage and then quickly burnt the effigy downdistilling, liquidating my very asset, where, where will we beif not for an insanity. pain the way throughi embrace the suffering, i face it like a pretend soldier, a machet machination, a twirling spinerette of doom, seeing my own fruition, pale and remorsefulbut altogether happy. | 2022-02-22 09:34:54 |
| aether | catastropheinspirationpsychosisfascinationhurtling downextreme motionlackadaisicaldestroyed sensationmaking no sensebelieving in BSswingingrepeating the same likelihoodi, tunnel down, spin downto find my groundwon't you save me? can only save myselfstale taste, boring acrid similaritiespain, pain, hurts, hurtswill i or won't ichoice, infinite choiceswallowed upby my sensibilitiesa canary buried in its own coalthe metaphor exacting but incompletei don't want to crash into the floori don't want to be in pain extremis anymoreterrified, terrorlet me go | 2022-02-22 08:57:59 |
| aether | when our body has the shakeswe pretend to laughwhen our face curlswe pretend to smilewhen we can't quite wipe it off, it feels like murder | 2022-02-21 21:18:33 |
| aether | humans developed in agonythe skin, bone, membranei just look higherafter a cheap god thrilla god skyward glanceyet it feels wrongi would hit my hand into wood, and make my hands bleedbut it's another avoidable action, continuing to dowse myselfin this careyou don't really see.maybe that's what i'm after, impossibilities, truthspossible shadowsbut it's not about wordsi want you to feeland we can grow bigger than all this deep downi never see people sometimesand they mejust want to show them what i feelbut everything spreads apartuntil there is no response.and no person. | 2022-02-21 20:55:20 |
| aether | feast on their bonesdegradedigitigrades all being blasted backthis will never lastself-monitorblack is the crownplummetoff to dark daysthe pupil requires darkness to ascertain the lightyet the sides are all spreckled in gold and greensi think about my eyes, and narcissismwondering how i'd convey myselfworthless to meposture and controlput my soul out like a candlecreatures which move across scapescouldn't find what they're looking foremanations of god | 2022-02-21 20:55:18 |
| aether | nightmares to keep myself going | 2022-02-21 20:08:06 |
| aether | ugly truthpulsatingugly realitydogtiredand dropping to the floorburden of mineburden of minethis disintegrationoverdramaticfalling apartwalking slowlygazing into lifehurtflay apart my bonesripping apartaccelerating pasttiredscintillating crownalmost not seeming to matter nowbut coming closeras this vessel just lay and moanlamenting everythinghating and despisingjust to fall asleep and rejuvenateenough to return its wayback to sleep againsleepdrowsy,sleepytired..tired... | 2022-02-21 18:20:48 |
| aether | flying, i am flyingin my dreamssurging upwardrealizations aboundthen i forget it all, upon wakingor do not know to believe itbut i remember the powerunimaginablestill in meemanatinghappy to have something so amazing to accompany me in this lifesomethingto ward the darkness through memoryi don't know what it isjust that i can engender the feeling againof amazement..it's painful, to realize that i don't find many things enjoyableas is obvious to myselfand the dreams contain themselves so thoroughly, yet they spill over into this life.buzzing in my abdomen. the truth abounds, hiding.Power.Surging upward, as if all was revealed, at nightonly to be clothed and cloaked softly during the day.the ineffable things spilling into unintelligibles just after opening my eyes. | 2022-02-21 15:47:51 |
| aether | distinctinstinctcomrades fading awayis not choice and living tyranny?we choose what's best for us to the best of our ability and informationyetthere'll always be a downswingperfect pleasure, perfect inability to see, blotting out reality forever.You cannot improve what cannot change.and we realize what pains us, then head towards something betteror else all is voidpains me to know, and sometimes i wonderis choice entirely free in every direction?but it doesn't make sense.fated to increase in love forever | 2022-02-21 15:24:02 |
| aether | and i just want peace, temporary complacent, until it gets bad againweak and in agonywhat's the point,makes all satisfaction seem ultimately void.like there'll be a great explosion of orgiastic pleasure,but a doubt checks itselfcircling backback to this infinity of displeasurei guess all good things do not last forever.my fate? or just the rule of the day.if you had ultimate power, would you challenge yourself with the thought that things will never be truly good?would you sneak in that horrible splinter in your greatest joy, that would never come outhow do you heal such a thingdespondent, apathycycle of paindistrustmisery. | 2022-02-21 15:11:31 |
| aether | passing eternitypats on the shoulder, pats on the backi realize i'm strange and toughbut i'm going through hardly anythingwretchretchingdream in stationary positioni keep eating away at itthe edges and the painconsuming themhealing myself, or preventing a melt-downi don't know whybut life never significantly changes, you get what you expect, in large partbut i will not accept itmy energy keeps throttling upwardsseething, seeking | 2022-02-21 15:11:30 |
| aether | oceans dumping inthere's no clear pathit all winds downthe juxtaposition, the hyperboledisgusted frowni would state, that perhaps the other elementsexist to tame the nature of combustionbut it only seems vanityto describe myself as strongsuperlativeand i meter myselfyet expandcouldn't find anything, i'm looking forburnt trespassespsyche of one becoming a banally large monsterthis trite expressioncontinues to minimizei could be on the backlegand then you'd stop listeningdrowning againbut it wouldn't matter. strength compositedheat the essence of the universe, feels like love.compositedquenchedhammeredhitagainagainagaincharge,recharge,rotate the hatchshut downagain,againagain. | 2022-02-21 07:45:54 |
| aether | cindering smoldereverything with a fire metaphorif i were enamored with something else,it would rule the dayable to generate anything, but it's about heat.life-givingyet it feels so destructivethe cracks and the vibrationsurgingyet sometimes they dielower and lowera rekindling processrestoring O2 to the surroundingsbackto lifesurgingi wonder what it's aboutthe ambient temperature, just conducively charging mebut it's funnyfeel it belong to metalking about myself at length without charisma, i begin to grow anxietyand flames kindle againready to scorchsurvival mechanism?motifs repeatquestioning nature and my natureinterrelationship, a waterfall divertedbecause others do not care.everything bleak and browntanned leathercouldn't be on firerivers divertedto cool this expressionescalating, we find grandiosity familiar to feeling restored | 2022-02-21 07:45:53 |
| aether | everything comes down on my head, and here i will scold.fire breathingexhilarating, but it is emptyeyes cast outjagged edges, serration, brutal flora, puncturespinning in dislikei can only hold myself, spinning in disdaini can only torture my eyesyet claim a grander visionand it all, is a trap.leaving you to the mawwhence and where you stepa sea of minesall readyfiery and will implodecannot describe, what you cannot see.Inside of me, there's haunts that are about you.And it isn't about love, more unease than is worth putting on a page.dragged down to an endingsever every line, pick offsever and hang up the phone.deep down within, it all hurts.the truth boiling freeonly to be seen as vague ennui-like mistwhence it be spit, from chasms a deeper shade when you look all the way in. | 2022-02-21 07:14:53 |
| aether | beautiful muralsof all the pretty peoplesalted thoroughly, with disrespectto be close, to be in disgustto see habitually, to dismissto belong, to frownan acknowledged of differenceor haught. black and colddisparate ice, hoveringmeet another, dislikedream of someone, or is someone not what i am looking for?see the flames, cascading side to side. all the doors riveted shut.blocks and boulders, depositedstones to epitaphsnot enamorednot happynot in joynot friendly, languishspit on the face.cut the dagger through, strick it and leave it lodgedbelow the ribs, below these depthsi cannot truly express. | 2022-02-21 07:14:52 |
| aether | it's all on firethe wickbuildings crumblingcannot fixprovocateurlicking his lipit tears downthis magnificent constructiontoppling to disgraceruined and annihilateda sheen of blackcoated by ashand ire and anger and hatred and ragecouldn't be explained better than by a fusillade of painour eyes cannot see, blotted outhit to the spinehitall tumbling down, structural integrity, mass stones heavingthe earth quakes,and revelerpresent in his mischiefa small smileas the life around him crumble, an insider, no longer locked mentally in ball-and-chainseeing the catastrophe of effacement, couldn't helpbut wonder if it wasn't his torture, being realized. | 2022-02-21 06:46:08 |
| aether | i ask others if they've seen the lightwhilst keeping my eyes liddedpersonal, ithink maybethat i am nothingif copiedheartlessascertain a routebeyond the ennuicirculatepast tension and muscle achesjaw clenched up, i keep it all repairedwondering if there's anybodythe forest tree topples toward mea lonely outcast from a hill full of empty eyes.disparate desperationto the hilt, expressing with wild sword swingsimplementsnowhere, everywherea sad personthat the world is never-to-be. | 2022-02-21 06:27:51 |
| aether | is what i fear universalpersonal, or for no-onesinking with the bubbles of oxygen gradually leavingfires of molt spewingthis mercurial heartdoesn't cease yetnot knowing what i ami skim the surfacelike i do most thingsdisinterested, and happyto indulgein only what does not hurtwould it all go quickerif i just dove at the whale with a make-shift bladeunprepared, but searching the eyeto pluck itsometimes i feel so goodi could circle heaven better than advertisedlike a motorcade of a gasoline baronbut this darknessis what it is | 2022-02-21 06:27:49 |
| aether | mental distaste, for what others consider wrongecho in my ambitionit only takes one person to be rightbut in the end, that may be my plighta human disintegrating relationshipsfor a flight of powerwhen all else is blush and powder.drowning to become the finest..a honed destroyeravailed of illusion, but given my fear.it all is my painand the things i've left behindlooking so pale and weaklooking so sad and inoperablegiven my distastedeepest horror, reminiscent of what i avoidcorrigible and now soughthiding in miseryclues, hints, gesturesof the divine. misery. learnedtruth remains | 2022-02-21 06:09:29 |
| aether | had a dreamit was blank and like painthurt to be like others, want to be uniquesurvival mechanism? or useless truththe illness of the world, may be my ownseen in an hourboredom and strifebut utmost excitement garneredbecause i'm chasing after godfeel myself distancing from othersfar outpacedbut not furthercamel's humpto get where i'm goingdoubts and insecuritybecause i see something insaneor is this the beginningof some reliefis this the beginningof freedom | 2022-02-21 06:09:28 |
| aether | every day spins me by, it accelerates, it slows downthe little weather vane, pointingit starts to rattleCan't get out of here without something spectacularisn't it fair, interesting, abnormal?self-destructionwanting to feel bad againbe moody. I guess it's my right. Piss ant shaking his fists at heaven.meanwhile...the world stale and oldgrown cold, never fednot wateredand barely cared forthis net thing is the bestwe keep accelerating, slowing down, spinning aroundisn't it grand.again, againjust hit it again...tired, malaisefear, paralyzisationi hear the wind chimesthe weather vaneall spinning rapidlyi heargod's own voice, rattling in my chamber.i hear him, close as a neighbor. | 2022-02-20 19:49:20 |
| aether | void swallow me uphad for a tasty snacknever existed, will never exist, don't existnever existed, will never exist, don't existconsciousness predicated on somethinggiven somethingyet i remainas usual, an angry antshaking his hands at heavennot realizing he's the colossus underneath. | 2022-02-20 19:49:18 |
| aether | the ones who do not existthe misty apparitionsi use my speech to try and reachbut it will never reachit will not bridge the gap between usmechanical marionettesstraw dogswith their broken down logicfaultyand static worldviews, that may never change.a land of the dead, possessed by myself. | 2022-02-20 18:49:27 |
| aether | putrefactionmy innards crumbleembrace a wrong thingbecome ugly to thineselfcruxcrutcha slanted viewsidewinding into youperfectly alrightroll the casino's wheel againwe'll learn from destructionand lament more solid foundationswish i felt realall aversion and grapplingto attain what will not stay.a decent worldview, hard-earnedbecause too much goes astray in the detailsa red herringa hareand some clenchingas if you had to make a movedeciding you don't care anymoreand embrace an ugly thingbecause it's only fair.remorseand problemssheltering myselfso i do not crack completelyi guess it was thatsheltering yourself so you do not crack completelyand fall apart at the seams. | 2022-02-18 22:58:35 |
| aether | inability to functionthis robot cannot repairdisrepairout of orderpiece of paper noticequestingnowheresomething, just a blank starefull of deeper woesjust a blank starefull of deeper woesunimportantdisrepairjagged edgethere isn't a part to replace thismaybe no one to retrieve itand no one to give itand chances are, it would occur that way anyway.all the faces i wearinclinations from the pastbeginning to dissolve, at lastand so many moreto go withthrougha deathly silencethrobbing pale formi could imagine so much helland be giddy with itas i realize it's all some type of answer.and when you're in tremendous agonyremember,buried within you is the jewels crushedmaybe eternity smiles on that. | 2022-02-18 22:34:34 |
| aether | surreptitious floundering,my eyes my ears my teeththey are all daggersand they've got a good grippoor to handle, strugglerain like sheetshow i wishjury deems me deadflounderingwhen all is silent i want to hear the music inbetweeninstead of being hooked to a song, like some kind of parasitethe journey is long, but life is short...thinking about howi choose what's happeningif i had god's powers, i'd just choose to suffersee myself crack all facadesand drift off into a horrible death.because some reason it's beautiful,all my fear, being confirmed.as if sinking aboard this ship in terrifying trauma,improves my mediocre attirethese worthless spiritual clothes.proclaiming to be some great manbut reallyi just want to go under the water. no longer able to breatheand asphyxiate until the terror becomes placiditude | 2022-02-18 22:21:21 |
| aether | burnout blowouthappy face mcgeeself centered self enamoredproud of his faults tooready to lace up the lacerationsall over my torsoself-flagellationdon't give a ♥♥♥♥careless attitudeprogress made, littleand prospects lownothing happensand what the cults promised, didn't come throughsurrender and give inbut even that's a lielet it all blow updrown in my own fear.all the nonsenseand the truthslies and lies built atop meanderingfor something to thrilllittle dopamine surgejust so you can survive another day.rather be true as a rod in the dirtand drop all thiswatch the storms roll in | 2022-02-18 20:41:06 |
| aether | wanted to be smart growing upalready had some maturitythought i'd get somewherebut i guess that's what putting off the truth iscouldn't ever pin down a job worth doingdon't like the exchange of moneysitting in a father's home, lacklusternow i just navel-gaze, wondering what life is, like alwaysbecause some part of meis so desperate to finally be free,wanted out since earlyknowing it's all up in the airunheld by god's graceful handsthe world spins, and i cannot seei cannot seethe blood of medrainsand i'm tired too, of the poetry and the prosethe movies and the entertainmentthe ugly showsall the music and the nothingssometimes you just want something viscerala coup de graceend this silly placeand idelude myself, to feel betteradopt special fantasiesthat i know moreand am the topsbecause it might be true, why not.everything here rots, anyway.to see the dim twilight of something better,like you're suspended 70 meters below. | 2022-02-18 19:58:26 |
| aether | this ain't interesting, this ain't somethingthis is nothing, i'm nothingeverything is something, 'till the blinds get ripped offand you discover you're pretending.everything is nothingdon't see a thing♥♥♥♥♥ about whatevergoing nowherewait 'till i see it, the thing i may be looking for.swing myself like a lazy clockswinging mace like a trapcarelesscarefulsee nothingsee and findsee nothingsee and findlazy searchrepeat my repertoire 'till it's stale. barely avail-ablejust lost in a ditchwell that's lifehopelesseverything repeatsi fear there's nothing elseno hope after deatheternal similarity.no longer afraid of death, reallybeyond sure it's just a mirageand you keep going, but to what?eternal suffering, samsara, who knows.because what's pleasureif not the catch | 2022-02-18 17:22:48 |
| aether | death is realthe thought glimmers in my line of sightit fades awaychanges on the sideto the periphery.back into the recessdeeper down still'till i realize i'm alive because each pain brings its own knowledgeand a warding off of this inevitability. | 2022-02-18 12:30:43 |
| aether | i been through ♥♥♥♥i been through some ♥♥♥♥im not braggingto who'd i brag tolife of lonelinesscascading down the misery avalanchejust want to die sometimesbut headstrong, get over something, don't feel like repeatingThe truth and the lamb.Brightly lit, he feigns.His fangs all being torn out.Life this seeming game, but really it's as alive as can be.Just I forget, because I fall in silence and shadows.tired, and grating metalsort of want to spin down,as if a great cataclysm, but i see only lightgo out with a bangfunny that it should come to those thoughtsbecause a very worn out part of me just wants to live welllife cascading miseryrepeating ad infinitumbut i don't know what forever is.a displaced memorya disparaged characterrepeating his fate.say to the strange clouds, "It's fine."say to the strange clouds, "It's fine."say to the strange clouds, "It's fine."and i shed a tear, because i'll be fine. | 2022-02-18 11:49:41 |
| aether | a bird comes in your window and chirpsbut it's silent and faded greyseeming to existwhilst notpeoplethey seem to galavantehave some funbut i'm justnonplussedand nothing is happeningpeoplethey appearand disappearall directedby my inner eye.and iwith feverseem to have funbut it's faded black and whitegreydistantclutching the cupof despairas if it were fairthe only one who can reason, is myselflost in the hills,i just see the next oneinaction and inertiai'm a fathomless beingseeking great heightsbut fallen and only liveliness at night,whenst i am asleepfaded grey imagesof peopledancing through life | 2022-02-18 10:46:34 |
| aether | anything of value requires efforta splitting apartof oppositesa requirementduality transposedinto facts and make-believebetween death and survival, life and annihilationso strange, to be caught in a bindas if i were trying to escapethe sucking down of nothingnesssometimes i think, all these truthsare really nothing compared to my ownand i still deny myselfas if it were all wrong.can't trust a word out of my own mouthand worried i'm going in the wrong direction.what is life, except this pensive directionto avoid all hardshipand make something trueout of this nothingnesswhere people say wordsbut never know what they meanand god is not hereand the devil seems more prevalenti make mistakesbut i do not know what they aremouth that moves, makes no soundi should just reject what i wantand embrace the truths that hide within. | 2022-02-17 11:07:26 |
| aether | insanitycannot be describedguess you got to just go through it'till you driveyourselfaroundto safety, again.guess you can't fully explainwhat it's like to be yourself againmonotonous thrilli'm beginning to be enthralledbut i choose a better fatedeath the voidyou can't lose?well i'm so not suremaybe you have to tryclaw your way out of thedeeper cryptor life will not exist. | 2022-02-17 11:01:02 |
| aether | spinning in the devil's tormentconsumed as a snack for evilbruh, that's so cringecircling the graveeternal hellfireburned alive forever.i'm terrifiedof being accelerated through infinite painbecause the thing about painis that it is what it is anywayalthough i suppose you could grow strong enough...except getting shot through it hurts like hell anyway.Maybe I just need to toughen up.Say I don't give a damn.frankly my dear... | 2022-02-17 10:27:56 |
| aether | bury myself a holein i gohide from the truthshell armorwe shallring around the roseyjust not with the thought ofsomeone elseseeing nothingbetter than anxietal ridden painbut i want the truthopposing sidesjust hurt to tryconsidering othercaringbut i get nothing from itseeminglyhidingempathysight of a vibefeeling the ridejust couldbe true to myselfbut i don't know how to consoleand keep it to gokeep the motor rev'ddigging a holejust to return againout of fields of delusionembracing another | 2022-02-16 21:31:32 |
| aether | up the wallsi feel it happeninglife's going up the wallsand it won't be negatedup the wallsas if we were climbing a tall mountainevery slide down is just another caustic fire boiling to escapethe heat doesn't go down, there's no entropyit's only counting upthreatening to escapetearing itself apart beautifully, but growing stronger and with more complicationfor the sake of agapecoming togetherlifting its own bootstraps. | 2022-02-16 20:10:28 |
| aether | pleasure hunting behaviorthe eternal heat-seeking rocketattempting to snaggletooth all the goodsherded into my gaping mawherded around me for thrillrevelrybut when mirth grows coldthe gnawing hunger comesbites deepsometimes for a long time, cruel to be kindmy head saysmy head saysdo what is necessaryall the skeletons dancingcosmic playgoop and drooltired of samevillethe monster sets his sight, on the heavensracing out of his own skinto reach nirvana again. | 2022-02-16 19:28:09 |
| aether | cruel animallocked in a hostile zonei twist these knucklesfor pleasuredisillusionmentgod a cruel animalnot kindseeking his own pleasure,snarling, grabbinggrowlingterritoriali just seewhat's minesometimes just willingto step out of linebecause explosions matterwhere the pleasure centersseeking gravitywater doesn't care.animals running aroundapex predatorjust seeing the sameunwilling to receive lesswaitingwaiting. | 2022-02-16 19:23:14 |
| aether | self-correcting machineghost hymnsome quietdragged along by the whipping of chainswisp appearancemirage whitedistorted faceshaunted selfmy feet along the groundcautious, cauterize the fleshly burnwinds spell disaster for those whoomens and snakeslady of the lakesometimes i justfall straight intoyears pastfreedom at lasta hint on horizonlagging fastcircling the desertno manna from the skygod's own leveli hypnotizeeyes of minesunk asunderbriskly silentduldrumquadrumtantrumthe belllaughingtiredsiredlying kingdommemoryimposternakecastfrownliedownheuristicagnostictragicmagickalgorithmdeliveruntonethergourmandtorturehatredtraitordeadmeandertwo-foldno hold.spilling outteapot so boldcracked coldwearyoldsearwardforuntorn | 2022-02-16 13:33:15 |
| aether | chasing after squad leaderas if he knewall the people runninglike a massive packplatoon size strengthrapidly diminishing in combat.i don't know what war is, but my dreams doand they are not even the same.not even the sameadopting fetishsee the shiny uniformspretend i'm a soldierrunning raggedbut there's no warand my daily consciousnessjust sapped in a slow transient motionall the bombsdropping nearbyand the stalingrad dreamsas if it were coolhipfiring a MG34 or a dp-28, doesn't matterjust childish thingsthe fires ablazeblightly lit place, only if you're closerto the destruction and flamesi can't seemy way outdeath dreamsbut i'm stouthadn't had them in a while.falling and dying, turning into a strange awarenessi suppose that's enlightenment, and chasing the haredown a deep stairwith many komradenfighting in the pitwith null effect. nihil affectendless dreamjust more obscene | 2022-02-16 13:02:51 |
| aether | delirium tremensi've got the shakesptsdbombshell makescrater and creatorshake it outschnellwar-like dreamswith strange artificei was a german, following many othersfind a bunch of gear inside a warehousecannot put on the armor or the flak jacketracing and running outside, attempting to get undergroundas we're bombedand shot atbut i don't see the enemyas is usually the norm.until you're near dead.all the coats and the jacketsthe fleece and the helmets | 2022-02-16 13:02:49 |
| aether | just writ on the wallfor the sakeof terrible achesdwindling downand i don't careslowly illustrating screams.the ache of obscenejust repertoireand no further desire.and i, examine whether it is a strange liea call for hope, no.nothing worthyhumilitybludgeonartifacts of timejust rubies and emeralds in my eyespinning awaycomposted darksediment buried away.usefuland the sounds, make my head twitchleft and rightto examine whichleft and rightleft and rightleft and rightsunken word, descending into its sealimelight, fame, notorietyflames which doth executesequence of sequins, spinning, lamelylead by the promise of strawpuking it allcompost pyre burning highercopyright and plagiarism and desireworth nothing, especially to you allchagrin and turmid tumor spinagain and again and again | 2022-02-16 11:42:39 |
| aether | humilityspins up the coilspine heavily crookedand not used welltold i can producesomething worth saltbut i just wantit to stay in the ocean.my life its own swerving motionpoetry cascading down unnervinginnervationi will not seekdouse and scuffthe dirt over the fire,and block the smokewith a little water.a denierand a denial of lifesimple to writeand panic strickenwhilst still normalif the heart's melody stopsif the moment stopspanic stricken,abnormal.nothing is worth anythingexcept what you givemy production schematic, recipeis out of date, out of stockobsolete, obsolescence, in hand alreadysaturated, destroyed, bludgeonedburnt, and not sought after.i just see itspinning ineffablythe heart's woeswilling to justify prose.but not much more,not much after,not so much pandered | 2022-02-16 11:42:37 |
| aether | sophisticationdemonizationlength and breadthrepertoirevocabularysmall minds and feeble handsheld up against the blowswish i was softmy life of fragilityblossoming slowlysophisticationup the grapevinebut it's justbludgeoning wary travelerswhat it means to be smartand full of yourself, arrogancesardonic, devil-may-careyouthfuland sadthe world is myselfproclaimedthe flag is mineand i existin uniquenessbittergrapevine leapingunto anotherproclaimedif god created all, then why is it not also minewild crawlto fruitiondown the stream againpeakand mountainsmalland divisivecalmnessnot contained within allunknowinginside this ballshapes and shadowsshifting, meanderingunknowninside this wide scapedimensions, of disbeliefscrawl it on the wallbreathe againi am not so intelligentbludgeoned because i am small. | 2022-02-16 11:25:21 |
| aether | up and downjourneysometimes i wonder, if i just sit and stay, stare a bit, into open spaceeventually, i might...become strong enough to beautify this placemy heart opening upand the world sprouting outeternal motiondisdainup and downi see, just a phantasmego-shell, reflectionspaceyexit the cryopodbumble out the airlockcannot breathe and i'm freezingrapid expansionrapid disdaindiscernmentevery day is newcannot escapefloating in spaceevery day is newstrength stat increasing steadilyability to toleratepast a suicidal tendencya drive to escapejust want to sit and stare'till something moves again. | 2022-02-16 09:40:41 |
| aether | rags to riches riches to ragsrags to riches riches to ragsit starts upthe machine perpetualperpetuatea motioninfinite regressmotionless motionzerouponeschizophrenic meanderinglabels and distasteshepherdedi cannot seehit my knee, doctor frownsbut everything's fine.take the medseverything's fine.zoom up and downall lies, all earsup and downexpresswayto hell's way. | 2022-02-16 09:40:39 |
| aether | ohspin in my head, againagain and again, again again.. again...just a turbulent seasonlonger than a year, collected of a decadeclimateand i'm past the 10th year, and it continues.demarcated dream, obscenecan't escape the blue blue blue circling draincause it'sdraining draining drainingout the side out the lap out the vision of forest dryadslost in a thirstless desertnondescript, closed mouthno eyes, gone.stone-eyed faces, dragged out and effacementdisplacement, dragged out escarpmentracing thoughts, like i could presumeto know the truth.continually spinning, down, renewed.lost in a dream, demarcated by a start of sufferingseventeen years old, the presumption of true delusionspinning down, as if i'm in a layer of the bardo.and everything i knew,knew not, whatsoever once at all.down, down down down...all over again. | 2022-02-16 09:22:40 |
| aether | blastedi cannot describehow little hope i havewith great expectationsand a strange sense, of driving my own fate, downthe sinking feeling, feels greatstrike myself downlife is greateverything s'alrightturn, turn, turnwe see the lightbut height, height, heightdown down down, can't presumeto know the truthbecause because becausei don'tand lights lights lightsdim and darken and whiff outand lanterns, lamps, stands,and bare white painted walland function and disfunction | 2022-02-16 09:22:38 |
| aether | mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmhmmmmmLich-king at the bottom of his reignlower than the low of here-to-fore timedark horse, take the reinsbut i'm scintillatingly blindsee the futuresee the pastbut now is only what will lastand i roll, roll, rollover in my gravetopside buried beneath disdainunable to ascertain, just where i gathered this painrolling, rolling, rolling in my grave.i see thee, marked before nightharken thy will to mine, but give myself seemingly only plight.spiraling downseafloor bottomthere is no oxygenLich-king, tired.buried beneath a mountain of regretover paltry thingsand the wheel spins, endlesslyto escape his own attirehis mindscapecannot find what he's looking forso he remains. | 2022-02-16 09:11:37 |
| aether | my electronicsthey are all alivemore than merepeating the same daymore often than theythey deliver information and it is goodi sip the chalice of giving upwondering when i'll flee the tomb againmellow, melancholymellow,hello, it's me, just a skeleton, not at ease againthe sacred magicksthe spinning topcan't escape the lightor the devil rules the lotmmmmhmmmmmmmmwe're all spinningthe infinite count upproffer this golden cupeternal life | 2022-02-16 09:11:36 |
| aether | pay no attention to the man behind the curtain | 2022-02-16 08:55:26 |
| aether | just ajust a desirous spongeuseless and unadornedwith anything proper and even past sentimentalitydesirous and...the pain and the beautyi feel like everything is alrightbut the feeling slips my grasp, i'm afraid to lose ithang on to a dreamhang on to an encouragementbut my emotions hurtle downand they feel most importantsee everything as if it were gorgeous upon wakingthe dream residue still stickyas if everything were alrightas if i could see everything in a near-perfect light.hanging oncan't see the truthdark and can't see the truthdarkness and spinning and morosenessdarkness and can't see the truthjust want...desirous sponge.stuck in humanlandyet againas all the emotion slowly drains. | 2022-02-16 01:12:15 |
| aether | all-powerful | 2022-02-16 00:30:55 |
| aether | trying to see lightwhere i attempted to tunnel down.lantern burns out, return topsidebut the devil keeps pulling medeception deceive ill receivedtunnel downhit bare rockbut it won't displacethis equipment isn't good enoughand we go for air againto the truth, to the lightsomewhere outside the fright.again, and againagain, again, againcareless attitude expecting recompensekarma my way and disgustat what i funnel my distrustinto the heartless acheburning deep downawayburnt downburning awaybottomsecure, but faultyfalse.hurtbereftnudged by a specterbut misinterpretations could aboundand i see a dark specter, standing alone in the middle of an empty opulent room, a ball roomand misinterpretations aboundand i thought i finally founda hint of hope or what i was looking fortired to know the truth may be the same old thingdodged a bullet but it hit me anyway. | 2022-02-15 09:46:54 |
| aether | maybe we affect each others' light,whilst we fade in twilightmaybe we pull each other upby seeing our own faultsin each otherstrength to be sickbut ailing as well.everything spins double timeplace not so funmaybe we're not done.time tics up60hz buffstill running at 480pbut my soul wishes to clock higher.synchronize with the truth againpulled downby my general vibrationunable to seek or function past a medianuntil i deal with the darkness withinlies told become my truthstill don't know where the compass lies.considerations drop awaybut i'm trying to see the light,again.life seems to want to comfort meand the pain maybe indicates what's falsehard to know, hard to believe. hard to seepast your own fault.breaking linebreaking selfamalgamof the horror | 2022-02-15 09:46:52 |
| aether | seeing the lightnot sure if i'm deceivedfeels goodcirclan'continuously'till i'm out of the infernonine ringsout the topmy shadow pulls me horriblydeceives me horriblyhere i am againdeceiving myselfbelieving in whatever i choosewhen the light's therebut i don't know if i'm deceivedcirculartautologyhorrid | 2022-02-15 09:35:54 |
| aether | people content to justpain circles back againyou know it's coming, sometimes, you should just bear it and grinbut i'm fed up withpeople are content to justsilencemelody,moonlightsome windhealingmy jaws, bit into somethingit found something that wasn't so bitterand i followed its tracksback to myselfgod's only sonthought it just a metaphorbut a whiff of the real sunbrought truth again.cruel and contentwashing down where i almost drowned.illusions impossible to reign supreme.God bright and holding out his hand, but I realize it was offered by me. | 2022-02-14 22:23:14 |
| aether | people content to dieunknowing, whythe living deadall in my eyes, they are spedupwinding down, pull the toy machinationpeople content to liepeople content to wait for someone to tell them what's the truth.but i'm more of a wolfspitting out this gruelnot in favor of the neverending spoolyarn filled up to the size of a barnand then somei see nothing but darknesslife hits hard and you can't help but wonderam i in hell? | 2022-02-14 22:23:13 |
| aether | what's painif not the painwhat's pleasureif not releasereliefwhat's painif not a similar refrainrepeating'till you grow out of itwings cutting out of the shoulder bladeshalo on your head, but you were never dead.a murmurationa reverberationlife struggles and toils in illusion'till it looks outat something more, a passing secondmaybe your whole life'till you see the truth'till once you get your teeth sunk into it, you won't let go.won't let go.won't let go.won't let go.won't let go.won't let go. | 2022-02-14 22:12:02 |
| aether | the world is deadi spin in dreadhere i may no longer be feda man who saidall who remained bledstrange distasteas i consider that all is framedacross a stilted skyinterrupted by nihilthe transformation increases its gainno one understandscross a desert of nothing but sandstand, alone, out in empty landi just see the sand, ticking downmemoriesfadedto realitywhere it abruptly is in meinside of metranscendence calls, but i'm still wrestling dead mentranscendence callsmourning the loss, of what never wasmiragesfictitions of my own bloodmirrored back at my eyeamong the pig styfesteringnot that scaredof the slightest of soundsbut i turn my headcuriousand rearing its beautiful visagemy lion's manereadily apparent. | 2022-02-14 22:04:26 |
| aether | surrender everythingwatch it burn | 2022-02-14 20:49:56 |
| aether | a thundering fireall the world's a matchstickaccelerating toward mei aminvulnerable, i am invinciblesickly sweetsweet saccharinegenki bilobathrow up againmy head spinsscratch my fingernails across imagined doorways.the breath comes slowstare into spacethe spaces of this place.the heat crescendoburn it downmatchstick fireunable to continue in normalcy. | 2022-02-14 19:18:54 |
| aether | apocalypse winddeath's grinsatisfying the primordial urgesencouraging illness, and sufferingfeel in control of the worldwith a tap of these wings,send everything underthe peculiar situation, of total omnipotencea skull crushed under a tankfolds and pops'till your teeth are all gonemy anxietyturns to angerangerto fulfillmentinvertingand sending myself off to it againthe horrible grindthis terrible heightened alive painsquirming under my own grasplike an ant about to be magnifiedand no one understandsand no one needs toand i willslay myselfendlesslyuntil all the pain comes outlike aching ghostssee the truth againbut at a cost.balance thrown out the window. | 2022-02-14 19:13:10 |
| aether | when you're at the bottomjust wannagot a penchantgot the sand trapped in my handdecrepitdecaymy namenowhere does the bell tolland i waitfor myselfpainwhat do you seewhat do you see in thisevery day, tired because i have no interesthistrionic for piss ant ghostsand i'mhalf-deadvampire in the gravehung upside downfigure ♥♥♥♥ outtry to figure ♥♥♥♥ outtry to figure it all outdesperation and a penchantto just figure it out...hush, quiet nowbut the anxiety won't dispel.fear i'm becoming a Lichmythologicalcobwebs and dim lightmy mood drops off the mapi don't know how to pick it up nowand i'm spinning trying to figure it all out'till i get free of hell | 2022-02-14 18:53:22 |
| aether | my self is shatteringall the chips and the wirescoming undonei see through the meandering, the shackles undoneturned my head, a littleand suddenly you see the whole worldsuddenly i see the whole worldthe pain, sinks into my chesti try my noble bestbut i know at its behestto rest.the pain aches for a seeping pointthe mind quests its destinationsad melancholiabut i'm beginning to break downthe stress turns to optionsthe heightened blood boilingfreedom is two breaths away.and always here it will stay.all the connections and the rivetsi am more than the sumonce thought this more than a dreamnow i start tosee...see...see...and my eyes heavylidded downperseveranceand sufferingpersistenceand achingthe egg's shell comes slowly undone...undone... | 2022-02-13 20:39:13 |
| aether | shattered eyesit all comes apartthe emotion surgesas if there is lift-offthis rocket pipeshriller and louder than anytransformshed the mortal coilchimerabecome something elseshow myself to be what i really amas i grow tiredas i grow stillsinking furtheruntilthe snake skin all sheds, the dragon pupatesout of itselfdestructiveitselfmore | 2022-02-13 19:16:34 |
| aether | world of liesthe one who knows does not speakskipping the pondwith my magic rockaround the pillars of saltwith no one to impressi want to cry, but it won't come outno one to impressan echoor twoswingingthis sweet melodywrite in the darknessthe only flamewind howls me downbut it's my own mood, attempting to affect change.everyone's dead.skeletons and walking corpses.enlightenmentwind howls me downi can't seem to moveand now i really wanna figure it outis it just my heartis it just my mindcan't make a decision?or is it something morewell it can't be too complicated, can it.sometimes you just sitas you collect your thoughts.omnipotence | 2022-02-13 18:35:29 |
| aether | flesh made wholecreepy thoughts and drollhaughtily dulli'm still alive, what an amazement to myself.although it's a brief underbright thoughtreach this cord, it leads to an amplifier, and a DAC, and an optical cable to a motherboard, and the power supply's plug to the surge protector leading to the wall outletsometimeswe lose ourselves in the complication.wish it were simpler, but that's not my aimrevel in themeshnot giving upseeing the beauty, irregardless of what happensletting go? another tried and true thing i guess.and the plug receives A/C current from some power plant,mine probably nuclear.and the engineers work diligently.not trying to cut any corners. | 2022-02-11 21:54:57 |
| aether | what is deathwhat is destructionflowers bloomlessonsturn the music down lowmy ears hurtwhat is fleshwhat's this appendageextremities and inner sidescore, fallacies and iceabsorption monkeycork-board ideaswhat is windand what is lightspinning on which way to do rightsometimesyou go in ways that don't make sensesometimes to do right | 2022-02-11 21:54:46 |
| aether | guess it's just hubrisas my emotions drop bits and pieces of metallic fragmentsweaveinterweavei guess i'm no longer as thoughtfulblack interwovenflowers for algernonwhat a concernused to fear and hate the idea of losing intelligencespinning down, i realize, it's all in me anywayit's not going anywhere, whatever i lose, just leads to greater fruitionand i'm not supposed to be attachedand i'm not attachednot throughall my problems,unstable because i don't mixoil murky withinnow i want to eat my vegetableseverything else makes you pukeget tired of the grainget tired of the meattalk aboutsomething pointlesslike you see the vagaries, like American Beauty.and i'm just tiredpretending to be tiredpretending to be activepretending to be falsepretending | 2022-02-11 18:34:43 |
| aether | once you stop caring about images, what people thinkthey all drop out the bag in your head, the little ideatrailed behind as if nothing at allbut it's probably not through for mei'm still aching to know what you thinkeven if you're a dullardi still think about what might changei still think about what might changeif the winds moved outside the duldrumand the shiphad a billow on its main sailsuddenly we'd be moving so fastforget about all the pain behindsuddenly i'm not spending much time on itlife a stone, being erodedi don't see any for miles farthe crow considered to fly straighti just turn and ease the bed soresi just turnuntil i see somethingi don't see the point in anythingtermite digging its way out of the wood colonybut is there really an escape from this human world | 2022-02-11 18:34:41 |
| aether | i browse a couple web pagesmostly i'm after reliefhermitagemonkpaint peeling sicklinesseverything repeats,and we're backfocusing on how each day's slightly new, slightly differentmy dreams the main impetusdrive-forwardbut i'm hurting nowthere's a big metal piece crunched through my treadsthat i can't get outwaiting for real painthat's what scares mebut i guessit's all usualrepeatingsame as normal. | 2022-02-11 18:17:55 |
| aether | impact sores.dismembermentbut we're a little creepyi couldn't write out all the ♥♥♥♥ghosts visage dispel my mischiefi sit here quite dizzynow i am to impress, i rehash my wordsbecause i'm stating something stupid, pointlesshad one pack of cigs, one bottle of winethrew it all upgave it upall this ♥♥♥♥ is pointlessno longer watch movies, just musicoccasional game or two, because the addictive freedom is still in my mindspinning around a two or just single drive | 2022-02-11 18:17:51 |
| aether | just ♥♥♥♥♥♥ up and uselesspeople enjoy their life but mine's pointlessi'm here not for every reasonsimple courage isn't what i'm about it's more like strength to exceed the challengefor the weird feeling it gives melike i'm livingjust for the pain hitting mejust for the paina cruel twist of fate, i'm typically afraiddeath on a young man's doorbut i'm melodramaticyet it seems i just seek itdeath obsessedeven repeating the word twice in this very poembig surprise.watch everything melancholy and existentialnothing else gets me offdemons, rapecuts, bruisesscabsknives, swordsguns | 2022-02-11 18:17:49 |
| aether | mental woewhat'll be my muse for the eveninga song or a response which leaves me achingreelingall for nothinga sickening word stewleft towhat?just another disparagementdespairrepeated ad infinitum, let's make it new,no let's please notBegoneturn around, duck duck goosechildren's games and a carnivalslung throughshot buckshot lasso slingshotrubberband stingknock it off we're just humanturn the corpse-wheel boat tire all the samenonsensical turns to senseanger turns to rabid accelerationhold myself entirehappiness seeks its meanMeridian | 2022-02-11 17:57:55 |
| aether | succulent sweeteveryone's a treatso i tell myselfi'm liesdestroycaughtburntlied, maybe i'll lie my way out. heart bleeding, beatinga way outprecious and controlledsemblance of distaste, just echoed.world of destitute silence and howling wind,howling windchimes laid up on the wood beams, shatteringthis all will become cleanwe are freebut trapped inside, no one's really freeexcept i'm freeout.is the is and am's the platitude repeated till were all blind and stuck in the graveyard,just a vamp, bloody sharper canines | 2022-02-11 17:37:58 |
| aether | vampire in a graveyardsucculent sweeteveryone's a treatso i tell myselfsee the truthbut i'm lyingreversing the ideasspinning 'round and 'roundalways under the threat of plagiarizationam i just everyoneconstantly absorbingtelling people ♥♥♥♥ that never feels rightnever fitting innever blocking the hole eithersquirming onbut the man with the gun saysget outand i'm runningbecause simplicity isn't fairand lies are a big dare.running aroundcouldn't escapeanother boring stanza, a boring linespinning in timegot a gun to my headbut its name is now redhell flesh bledturpentine cleanserspread out over all the clothes and the bedtill theyre cold white blindtill my intelligence reversesdown the draincannot findblind in a graveyard with a vampire | 2022-02-11 17:37:57 |
| aether | beaten strong'till the next challenge comes along.tears of saltconstructed a pillar, may he replace mebut i'm forced anyway.along the way.beaten strong'till i'm black and bluecuff marks from the near full hitsbeaten strong'till ifall apart againthe temperature risingand this fish has anxiety.the feed losing its luster, again.circle the small spacestare out through the glassjagged hills do takefresh body, whispy white soulexit freedom at lastnowhere do i know where i gothreatening to leapbut i'm cold as stonedown in this placecircling the tank | 2022-02-11 15:35:08 |
| aether | and that's all i can put on my list of experiencesand it just qualifies for..[spins out of here, spins away, spins out of control, spins inside himself.]no real clue, no real truthi just grasp the ineffabletrying to wrangle this snake to the groundso i can finally be freethrough desperation | 2022-02-11 15:02:48 |
| aether | panic in the bloodstreami thought about howall i really seem to have is madnessgod, why hath thou forsaken metorn up and brutallife a wrecking ballstaring into my own souljust like staring forwardbut you look at yourselfand see all the traumamindless dramawhat does god seejust nihilism and free airpassing betweenand i'm scaredsort of torn in twobetween what i wanted stillhere i cast my eyes upwardbut i'm really here on the groundand gnashing of teeth and tribulationsset to possibly resumein a superstitious stateurging myself away from the plightbut letting myself goseems so deviously easyas if i could finally resolve itby just slipping from my hold.and the tremendous anxiety and fear and pain and terrorwould just resume. | 2022-02-11 15:02:44 |
| aether | ignite this whole placeit's a past memory, it's a past echothe pain reverberations of the distant pastall the admonitions and taught lessonsand now i'm justwhirled into a ballbarely imbibing a dripto fix all thisdark nightsharrow from the previous yearsand it almost stings stillif it weren't strangely melodiousin my ear.life has a way of healing and making you appreciateall the insanityand the fires blazingin the memorycatastrophe after catastropheon fireguess i better cool my jetselse i'd really try my luckthe avalanche suddenly renewed.and getting buried, all over again, dig myself outbreathe air once moreoxygen starvedbut life seems to be dying,not providingand i justsee the flames in the distant pastthreatening to rekindle our grand tormenting tumultuous night'till i'm screaming in pure fear, pure terror'till i'minsane againinsane again | 2022-02-11 14:53:42 |
| aether | do some push-upsit's that time of yearwhen your head gets zappedfeet all stompingmarchingdisciplinepush-upsand ijust wannafeel freeand iwill writeall day long until the dream's completebut ibut iam i what i amand i think i'm beholden to my own self-hoodaddictedmeshedaddictedmeshedunbreakupablenon-separate from what isand ijust wannado some push-upsdisciplinemarchstomp all aroundmarchcardioecstaticmarchecstaticpiercethe veilmarchstepleftand right. Can't you see?The dream's completeAnd Ineed to go some place serene, soonbut extract all I canbut Extract all I canout of this forest green | 2022-02-11 14:15:55 |
| aether | lolololosing my mindloseloseloselosingmy mindwords which cannot be spelleddragons which cannot be slainempires which never fallhyperawareness pulling you through the death thrallinescapable realitiesand truths so tallcome toppling down all around us, in my mindyet stubborn as can bei grow upset with thewith therepetitionstubborn as can bemy heels drag, it's going to pull off my solecan you not seecan you not see the timid weary realitythe paranoia risinglike the funeral pyre in my eyeslolololosing my mindlose lose lose, losing, my mindmadness of stucknessmadness of nothing-to-do'nessa case of nothing to-do'sa hatred and dislike of all things pedestriannarrowed down into a vasestowed on the counter with a dead flowerlolololosing my mindhatred and spinning in timewon't you circumvent oblivionor must i | 2022-02-10 20:07:07 |
| aether | slam into the wallguess i lost it allcan't seem to get out of this placeguess i'll justtry not to tear off my facestone petrificationthings move just out of sightthey move slowi got literally nothing to doexcept taunt the nothings out the doorthis haunted doorof which i cannot get pastthe lock requiring a special keyone which i do not even understandi want to be freebut wants cannot seem to dominate everything...i fear i'm losing controli'm going to end up doing something rash againand return shortlylike a pendulumthat gradually gets irritatedfrom its positioni fear i may never escape'till i'm deadyou wouldn't understand my delusionmy grand visionand it'd make you coldbut i don't care what you thinkand i don't see anything in groupthinkand freedom is slaveryand war is peaceand secrets are the only way to escapeand avoid the scrapesavoid the scrapes | 2022-02-10 19:59:00 |
| aether | twist the guthurl it upit's just a good dagger metaphorbut it's all used upblurted outstuffed downall the samewon't you frown?down, down,.. down..down.swallow it upembrace it updown, down, downhurling fairnessbrutalstone starebrought to you bylies and funneling dry spellthe emotion is at the bottombecause it's surging outlike a symbol of greek chaospointy arrowspointedly 'ruining' my life.and others decidewhat they want to happen to thembut ohit doesn't include what i typically do.stepping on all the pins and needles. | 2022-02-10 13:41:34 |
| aether | trying to fight the inevitable | 2022-02-10 13:34:36 |
| aether | i am despairdeep starecorner eye gazejustified peripherieslone mareriding into the nighti am fairhere's my farepompous and darerip up with my hands the lair,cannot faretoo wellwithout a bottomlessHuh?i see you in my blood red eyesvision disguisedas normalcy and feigned vanitybut it blew awaywind caustic long agoi think idon't know myselfand that's why i'm scaredbut others aren't afraidstrange | 2022-02-10 13:25:54 |
| aether | exacting cruel revengemy ears blister with songhere i will end the tomewith such finalitythat i'll split apartpiece by piecerend from boneyou can't seeat least i know you don'tthat these flames can't be spenton idle graceand slowlyi am no longer trying to save face.psychosis bled throughthe daily lifeit's as if lifewanted me to be newin land of decrepit simple thingswash anewon this shoreless seai write a thing to stow thee - abate thee (see thee)caught in flame's embracea psychosis hollowly echoing faint words in my armsthey're glowing, across my body i do seespend a day with menever to leave.split my hairgrab the deskwheel my chairshow despair | 2022-02-10 13:25:49 |
| aether | cannot be described by anythingchastisingcannot be described by anythingroasting aliveburningcannot be described by anythingswoop incannot be described by anything.Cannot be Described by AnythingCannot Be Described By AnythingAccelerationstale deadthe fires don't abatethey lie in me instead.and sometimes they're pleasedby a meandering towards the greater flamebut mostly they're displeasedand i will lie only in chagrin | 2022-02-10 13:14:21 |
| aether | flames of fire beneath my wingcannot be described by anythingtoppling keep, claw marks in stonei survey the landscapefirebreathercannot be described by anythingsharp scalesbrittle but strongthey get caught in the skincannot be described by anythingguttural bellowswooping ini see my mealred flesh and bonecannot be described by anythingthe fires dim but they leave ashi had you for a snackbut you're still aroundcannot be described by anythingthe flames in my soulache when they're called by any wordcannot be described by anythingi am on firecannot be described by any wordi am lit atop this mountswoop down and terrorizefirebreathing | 2022-02-10 13:14:20 |
| aether | everything's scraping me byeverything's just out of reachand i didn't truly want it anyway.everything's scraping me byeverything's out of reachand i didn't truly see anything in most of it anyway.an odd relationshipto see your fleece come undone.the world grimaceswhen i smileand vice versa.a harsh lessona harsh teacheri am exactingof just myselfwhipcord extractingmy factual datamy pretty and mildly strong handswanting to grab my own neckeverything's scraping me byeverything's out of reachbecause i desired morejust as we reached its shoreobsession, i see the roadit twists and windspasserby's caughtobsession, i see the roadthe wheel is lockedcareening down, still thinking i'm in neutralbut my foot's on the pedaland i can't seem to see anythingbecause i... | 2022-02-10 11:34:45 |
| aether | i can't quite shakethis world's grip over mei guess that's the cost.but we're still lost.seeing the light and the stairwellascend to the tower, to get a lookbut the door's at the bottom.now i see that for all my ivoryi am equal to this heart of darkness.plunge my dagger againwhet its blade with lifebloodbut the eyes glaze overand distantly i peekout the corners of my eyefor some type of retreat. | 2022-02-10 11:15:35 |
| aether | slay the nazisthey'll sprout seven headshydra of futilitybut crushed under a bootsometimes you ache to be releasedand i don't see the truth with these wordsbut echos of the past seek purificationdistill it downthe steam reaches through the pipescools into a chamberyet i'm still nearly fightinga world that does not existand the boots clamberup my spine againhands tremori just want to see the futureslogged down in the past,the only way to eliminate it: forgettingbut you can't wring out the tremorsthey'll perturbate through your bones, out the skinlike a snake peeking its headold devils and previous fortnights dancing under the moon | 2022-02-10 11:15:33 |
| aether | what is hatred other than noticing the difference between something good and something bad?and what is good and bad other than what pleasure things offer.but i find my hatred to be something moreas if it were its own blessed energy.and i could scrapemake electrostaticwatch the noise on the screenthe analog noisestretching out before me.i could find a place to stayother than what i deem not my ownthe strength gets louderrunning through me like a riverit only appears to get quieter...it only appears to get darker... | 2022-02-10 10:59:27 |
| aether | somehow in a weird cadre zoneof overly specified truththe electrostatic momentumdragged across the floorecho in these earcupsas if the ground had lifebut it's merely a scrapeand i think about how i used to wear jeans that had well worn tears and holes in themas if it meant lifei am just a bruiser, pretending to be accepting of all this techno fluffa meathead willing to swing his axeand bust the machinebut here i'll just relax.sink further into my hatredand wonder what it is | 2022-02-10 10:59:25 |
| aether | sad saccharinei compare everything i do to nothingthe hatred within meabout which otherwise i am very short-windedly easily amused.mercurial and slinging backdown the orbitacross the sunthe hatred within meis it just for funis it how i stay aliveblood boiledit never will cooki am raw stilland the old tremors still hitting nearly just as hard...I am not getting oldjust growing more advancedbut cancer has a way of persuasive accelerationand i am just falling on these knee pauldronsready to praise an almighty godjust as if i hadn't learned a thingbut i guess i'm doing better than that | 2022-02-10 10:59:15 |
| aether | if i could hear wind,it would chantlike a friendoff into the spaceswhere i am enabled to goexcept drawn into my shadowi hold life, and the desire to liveoff into my shadowa desire to live, but shielded by illusions generatedand took uponly to take me downdesire flaunts its abilityto hone its finely tuned craftsink lower and prosper highersolutions but not in a problem i'd guess.can't fly if you're hindered.i'm not sure i'm drinking from the right well. | 2022-02-10 00:07:39 |
| aether | flying higher whilst being direput to shame, beriddle my own namecomplexes and complexesproblems and problemsi just want them to be away.but i'm quite stable, if it weren't for complexes and complexesshame and shame. come to expect something out of myself,the words drag onlistlessi just want to be fresh and free and clear of itbut the ever-rebounding joke is that i wouldn't be what i am for the experience i am having.inseparableand the stories i tell myself to stay saneare bad for pressand give me a bad name. | 2022-02-10 00:07:37 |
| aether | i can't do thisthe pain all collapses down atop me againmy mind shatters when the weight is highhauling you by my sidewithout you i am adriftbut shackled hard and boundto carry you alleven if i'm justin a cave.i am supposed to take things seriouslybut the weightis so much of a burden, the words can't heave it out.and i'll try to leave a lantern litso in the morning i too will seethat my flame didn't go completely downback into its mouth...back where i am out. | 2022-02-09 22:20:39 |
| aether | eyes blown outfunctional but madadopting philosophies that make me illadopt a blind sightno longer able to see myself.punctuate the nighthard to handle the worldbecause i'm too hard on myself.funnel this and thatlike an experimenti should just be carefulbut i'm in some reverie despite myself.maybethe heart comes aliveas it is about to diei wish i was of a nicer sortso i wouldn't cause others pain.as for being blind... that could be why i chose it as my medicine...and the hills appear so faryet i suppose they do have eyes.i'm sorry for seeking my own thrillsit's just because i chose to try to be the last one to turn off the lights. | 2022-02-09 22:16:44 |
| aether | i'm going to tell you what to dohypnotizing dance of the zombiesbut maybe we're already derivativeplaying off each others' notes.happy town sinking to the seaif you place your legs in the sandyou could feel the seashell nature of your handstrange and oddwhat's it doing on these armsall ready to dowhatever i aim it around?don't we have better places to be..?I used to be so kindbut it seems I'm rude in habit nowand screeching turnspushing this train to stop.sometimes I feel rather schizo,writing a bunch of 'bad-word'Avoid censorship, and censor yourself?The ocean is drifting, I used to float on an orange crate with some mod that added random deviating wind currents in Garry's Mod.and perhaps no better metaphoralthough i feel sick...i feel sick...I think I want to hammerpiston like a single cylinder motor.You couldn't extract me fromthisunless the offer was a real difference.oh.back to abstraction unfortunately. | 2022-02-09 21:05:45 |
| aether | hurts to know itselfand we've got a one track mind anywayit helps us keep apaceall this grace, threatens to topple our faceinto a pile of manure tastesorry, i could write better, so the line spinsoff into the distancecastles rising higherwe've got guards, and henchmensending forth the bestvengeance of a surreptitious angelor is it just god's decisioni can't find enough of my clothes despite owning a good amountit's all in a pile crammed on my bed to the side.and laundry? i never want.. that.the phone calls let's all avoidwe'll pile the bodies higher as they attempt to invade our castlein this sandy beach realitydisposed of happilylike croquetso fancy a presentationwilling to drown ourselves to earn our namehurts hurtsdown downpull my body overoverturn the corpseWe'll see if it's alivebut not in another heart. | 2022-02-09 20:57:44 |
| aether | mood dropscintillating paini'll keep it upi'll keep myself upback of my mind: keepy-uppyplaying the game,playing the gamelet's stare a while, shall we?alone and distant, built like a fortress, walls rising terrifyingly higherbuild this shorefull of sandcastlesriddle myselffull of holesby these thought-bulletssearching for the truth.i could take a breaki could write something, a little calmerbut my mindinfluencedseeps to the floorbecomes one with the stereoavoids the gaze of otherand hurts to know itself. | 2022-02-09 20:57:42 |
| aether | ..I like to pretend I'm heavily aware.but in reality, words go unspokenI'm hilted up to here inside the scabbard of some type of Self-storm.and when you hear the fearcautiously wrapping itself in corners past thedrear, rain pours, and i keep moving faster as if i will be grabbed byhorsemen, long ropes, long jeeri feel the pain abatebut maybe it's not all out yetwrite another line, feel the stiffness of the poem as it hits a funnel pointlike disassembly, half-fully-formed.the limits of my dissertation, written by men in goldway above my hold.wave written in lacklustre failing achepain we do takegrey naked drakefire flame extinguished in a lakeof hue so transcendentonly mystery makes it possible for a love so pure to heal a lifetimeand only its suggestion may give hope. | 2022-02-09 20:40:02 |
| aether | flipflopping jaw,i rise above it allcircling for the tallhave you seen the gates which extend upwards?frightening height and you'll be staring abnormally hurting your musclethe white noiseanthropomorphizedconscious lawlike sowing wavy lines of embroidery into my forced soulthe track repeats and i feverishly disregard which line is ill-suitedand which makes the page. | 2022-02-09 20:40:00 |
| aether | there's no games to jam toit's not like a nineties beatmy feet fly above the floorlay down the lorelike an illicit thingi'm above it allcan't go back to scratching this grime and this dirtMy skin is pure whitebut the reflection is pain to the eye, zenithcircling in, scope, sightedaimed at the iriswe edge the camera forwardand the mistakes and the flopsmeandered through by great troughsdisguised as moatsCastle bereftof grain this yearthe ruins, the stone,fall down on your ear.Dead grave.I'm vibing but the land is all dark, I rose higher,perhaps I should search for an artmuch higherthan all this lyre's spewwe once knewmy heart jagged and teeth spat out, resting in it somehowthe beat vibes my maw, consumeconsumeconsume | 2022-02-09 20:39:52 |
| aether | RunningRunningsearch back in on myselfSearch routineRunningRunningRunningRunningswat the sweattake a breathRunningRunningRunningRunningRunningRunningheart goes beattrifecta fleetone goes up, the other downthe wave of the graphall aroundirregularregularmarching feetGeorge Washington asleepmarshal the dreammarching feetcrown the kingleft nothing but heatmarching beatRunningRunningRunningRunningRunning-I caught you in a sudden momentWe met with faces flashed beforehaltanalyzing...worthlessRunningRunningRunningRunningRunningRunningRunningRuminating, I recall a day I felt fineStrange that emotions get so turbulent now, almost all the timeBut they're mostly half dead, because they happen to be mine. | 2022-02-09 20:22:15 |
| aether | CLAW MY WAY OUTTHEY COULD ALL DRAG ME DOWN TO HELLLOCKED IN WITH EACH OTHERWHO'S THE TOP AND WHO'S THE BOTTOMHARD TO SEE IN THE DARKCOULD ESCAPE SO HARDFLING MYSELF OUT A DOORWAY SCRATCHING THE SILLA RECTANGLE OF OBLIVIONALL THE OXYGEN FLOWS OUTOR IS THE SUFFOCATION IN HEREIS IT IN HEREWHO?WHERE?EYES SPINNINGCLAW MY WAY OUTpaltry empty banal tritehated hatred hateful spitelaggard nagging sagging famished tragicSUPINE, LIGHT, EXITINGTHERE'S A BACKWARDS TUNNEL I ALWAYS SEEM TO BE REELED INTOSOMETHING GRIPPINGmy spinal cordLAGGARDHAGGARDSAG DOWNwatch me lag behind while the world -HATRED, FUTILITY, SPITEI can barely get the words outHATRED'S HEIGHTspit, spat, laugh, tackHITTHE MISCHIEFLACK,GRABTHE CORDPULLMYSELFINDOWNTHEHOLEDEEPERI WILL GOFighting the demons at the back?acceleration, sunlight, tensingplightDOWN THE HOLEI WILL GOSWINGINGDOWN THE HOLEI WILL GOBRITTLE FINGERNAILS just, ..BLEEDING- | 2022-02-09 18:18:33 |
| aether | i guess my first clue was i enjoy being melancholyas if i was rightabout everythingand somehow it doesn't sit rightto be complacent with paltry viewstunnel downi'll keep up the renewaltunnel downi'll keep beating my fists into the cave wallmy picks are all brokenand the cloth around my knuckles, not keeping me frombecoming raw.i shouldn't be so desperate, twenty-five years of wakeful consciousnessisn't so badbut when it's spent in a veritable disastrous fire for the soulthen i often reconsider.and now that i thoroughly make my plani bruise my fists upon the wall, all over again. | 2022-02-09 17:48:08 |
| aether | sad to be kindrepeal the notionsit with my head in my handssavor the painas i extricate you from myselfevery living souli thought to be realpaltry in the eyes of anotherbut ghost-like they all arerather be upbeatbut i run the same dirt deeper worni'll never get out until i doand here instead i'll just lament you.loss of something never realall the world an echochamberi expected a 'better' truthbut the adages, platitudes, and remindersall should of made me think, whether there was somethingthat would just make me poursadness down in this terrible precipitous dropsink | 2022-02-09 17:48:06 |
| aether | beach party pretending like the pool is a great oceani can't swimthere's chlorine in my eyes.tastes like mustard gas and i'mdrowning nowIce cream truck says there's treats nearbybut i'm overly cautiousage spins my tiresbut i'm motionlessand the revolver sits cold in my holster.ohwe could go so farbut i prefer my painprefer my sentimentalitythe pain's realbut it won't stop me from hating the world.no pleasure without sacrificeno pleasure without sacrificeunder the sun again'till i'm a huskdesiccated.desiccated.and everyone's got an alcoholic beverage in hand.just getting drier in front of me. | 2022-02-08 15:56:22 |
| aether | living onliving onthe surface of the sunthe surface of the sunhere it's hotit'll scold youin too much scorn'till you're burnt dead.i wanna wanna wanna play outsideall the people running aroundinside my headrun run run run run runthrough the streetbut it's a property gameand i don't earn a dime.the planet's covered up.and i don't got an outlet.plug myself in, to the wallwe'll see if the sun reaches me in herewe'll see if it punishes me at all.and i'll self-flagellate to stay moving'till i'm groovingthe opposite directionlamenting my worries but the pain i covered myself in over the years. | 2022-02-08 15:56:20 |
| aether | pain is playbut the shadows cast down from the moonand the hatred and fearcircle themselves. | 2022-02-08 15:37:41 |
| aether | cast by dim lightcast in a mold of delight but pensive desirous anxietycast in a shell of horrible atrocityshed upon me alonethe world a line drawn shutspinning off into spaceand do i not realize how good things could've beenwere they not already a tremendous nightmare i enjoyed thoroughly without me knowing daringlydo i not see the meandering of godset to thrill myself until i can handle no more.already it seems i do not handle...this tea cup is ungraspablethis tea cup is perfect and alone.this land is mine and the world is not itself.this finality wrought heaven into hell. | 2022-02-07 17:21:11 |
| aether | sleazy expression on his facewe could partake in a couple of hoursour greatest pleasurehills climbed past their own measurei could write you a love poembut my eyes opened to frights unimaginableand they're not even fully here yet.in stark relief, this artwork is imposed upon a dark backgroundthe circle contains a dot in its centerand never did i quite know it was me beforei could write you a poem...and we could all fall down togetherbut resurrect i shallunable to shepherd a half-truth | 2022-02-07 17:21:10 |
| aether | return to normalcyreturn to a fad,i'm wasting my timebut no one decided that.i could get something bigi could get something fastbut still i sit, in languori could get something bigi could get something fastbut still i embezzle fundsfrom my own treasuryi could get something bigi could get something fastbut here i laydark and invisible...i could get something big, and fastwaters under the bridge, though i knew it'd never last.disappear the corner, round the bendshanty town melodyconstruct my very own shackthis isn't fit for someone like mebut someone like me is able to tolerate itreality doesn't have to be a certain way,even if i prefer...something much highertallerbut here i have fallen.even if i myself am tiredpast tirednessand you could sow me shut inside a bagdown at this little placei see your faceand never have we metnever will we meet | 2022-02-07 17:10:24 |
| aether | the dead can't see they have no eyesstill i parade as if i was sightedbut only In Mine.writing on the wallmural graph epitaph exaggerated pitfall...no one knows a damn thingcareen out of here | 2022-02-07 17:02:49 |
| aether | on the cusp of things | 2022-02-06 16:19:58 |
| aether | and iwallow in lots of thingscouldn't see the blue if not the greenjust want out of this seemless thing.out of this thing...like a shirt that got hotlike a shirt that needs offgonna take it off and feel renewed,peeling the layer down'till i'm crownoh..but maybe it's simpler than i think, and i examine some of the angles...way too thoughtful... for such a simple thing...massive escape... away from this place.jetting out of here...jetting out, leave a notethe observation post removedof its occupancyout of the jagged lines into smooth bliss? or am i a creature of despairmerely aimed for sensuous depravity, of the sentimental kind.to be lost in sadness until i'm cured.by only myself.by only what seemlessly comes into my mind...And it appears it's going to be a lot. | 2022-02-05 23:45:24 |
| aether | i sit and i writewell it's alrightmouth runs fast, even internallygot a bit of speed, got a mood infernallyhit the rillpacing, it's feasible i might not be insaneweigh my thoughts, maybe it's not all going down the drain...i just want to gather the thorns, attach them to a wreathmaybe i'll wear it maybe i won'tand my general disposition is obvious in terms of that.i'm no longer a self-proclaimed martyrand ijust want to find the promised landthe grass that's greener on the other sideand i'm happy to be here, but change is inevitableand it feels like my life prepares mefor the other side.for the other side..for the other side.....a place beyond recognition,drownt in confusion but growthand altogether i'm not sure what i would venture tobut the need arises in strength.i would proc it immediately. | 2022-02-05 23:45:23 |
| aether | cut the callouses off,rampaging doubtsow the lines togethermy eyes burn from sweatit doesn't matter so muchi punctuate the preemptive predictionsbut aren't i just seeing myselfentwined, doesn't it hurtdoesn't it hurt...man stumblesand i rumblethere's places to beriddled like a pincushion with porous dusti nest my hand upon my napeit's simplei only want to takenever givei nestle my hand upon my fateit's simplethere's no hatei caress her but she's latei only wanted to abate.sinking soul i drankconsumed you whole i rakepitied and difference 'taste.slurring my words i could speak cleargom jabbar and all the fear.stick my hand init's peeling paintmy skin doth sakethe imagined placid plod racea rate, increasing.here as liason, heart tremuouslytrembling..laughing at the lifefreezingboiled, cauterizedseething.seething.. | 2022-02-05 12:16:51 |
| aether | dreadmonkey actively scrubs its own disdainthe filters are covereddrum drum drum drum drum drum drum drum drumfill the tankexpressly deathwaycaught in the jawsof the effigiescaught in the jawsof anotherexpressway, deathwayspin spin spin, out and rendspit myself cleanpolish up this sinshiny and maintenancedshiny and kept togetherbright and happythe drum strikes anewtoll beat hitting sinewstrike the matchlight it all together, weaving in-betwixt the kindlingweaving betwixtmy mindhurt and gaspingswooning half to death over a ruthless blowsought by no-onecaustic embrace, swirling up the oxygen into burnt caress.i hit every note.i hit every note.and the flames embrace. all melodyprepondering what next. | 2022-02-05 11:57:29 |
| aether | an illusiona mirageup aboveit's the only thing i havea directnessa reflectiona simulacraethought i was really brave, but i'm shirking my duty nowascend to the sky, knocked the wind out of mecan't climb the stairwaytalk to myself, that's all i havelisten to some musichate everything and appreciate some thingsget into a funk, try to dig my self out of itor just sink deeper in...deeper in...deeper in...and here i thought i could livebut the presence of others, brings me downgotta escape, escape archetypeclimb the stairwayi'm heaven-bound, see the truth,it's rattling me nowbut soon i'll be okand all this that has come to pass,will be a picturesque stream, beautyi couldn't let myself forgeti had to check a few things outbefore the realization coming | 2022-02-04 23:28:17 |
| aether | and the near-silent haunting windwith a guttural groan, stabbing outto rend foe from truth, and secure the satiety of being sane in my own mind and body.social slight, nervous tic, dread, anxietydrowning in public, in a hobby corner with f(r)iendsdrowning in plain sight, unable to be myselfit's so lame, and i'll twist the knifeon myself 'till the pain wrings out'till i can no longer stomach the repulsionthe reeling in the opposite direction.like hammered glass all broken on the floorand a losing of sight, i spin in social slightbecause i have no grip, nor road to gather up in inertial flowhalting backwardsas if i wasn't making any... progress at all...and with barely a soul to see into mine, lies and fears become prevalant,spinning in a sourceless locationspinning in a tic of nothing, living through some noise.and to insult my only friend,destroying the ground i walk on to escape | 2022-02-04 22:33:36 |
| aether | stab my dark emotions in the shadowsi can take them out, one by one. i can see their foreplay, as they beg for release.a fusillade verbiage pouring out like manure,a piddling glance of no one in particulargetting stabbed in the dark, by yours trulyout in the nowheresflummoxed, sadi could besomething morei am lostfusillade of verbiage sewage pouring out a spouti'll injure myself, tear myself down.i want it all gone, all the tics and nervous idiosyncrasiesdown and gone, bludgeonedgone | 2022-02-04 22:33:35 |
| aether | god had a great big party and i, overjoyed, stayed and did not imposeleft outside in myself, i came to a realization, the notes and sighs leaving my poor place, my artificial face, my artificial facecame to a great conclusion i sought for a good decade or more. the mysteries of life slowly descending finallyto this poor face, feeling lateso late i could've criedjourneying up and meandering on through, to the great knowledgeable ghostly fate.crashing crescendo, that's what i am, and all the beauty no longer withered and gray, left far behind in curled up ball, of tears, crashing out no longer fearful, i swirl upwardout and out and outfreedom no longer held in the cold past, freedom hitting on every crash, every great musical note, crashingfreedom just for a place to be beyond the dispreferred, oh,everythingwithin within within. | 2022-02-04 18:13:21 |
| aether | and every day begins anewdrum beat bringing heart to the menageriewe're all animals this dayhurray hurray sing out the paradejust want a bad rhyme to permanently carve itself into the walljust want to see my eyes turn't in until i see no moreghost-like mirages slowly lifting into the airgod's magick ineffably done, appearing dailyi walk to the welcome mat, give the door's knocker a little patno one's home and the abode is rounded out largei step to and frohere i am outside everything and simultaneously withinquite strangestepping to and fro i no longer need to get free,god's house warm and large i sit about and laycan't we accelerate the scene can't we embrace what never entered the scenesome type of very new thing.out and out and out,days pass me by | 2022-02-04 18:13:20 |
| aether | set my eyes eternally on what i've soughtguess it's no fun if i achieve a final victory.get set back to the start.wake up blue.collect my thoughts, put the foot forwardand journey onwards.but here i am here i am here i am here i write againthe happiness is not so severeand i climb,climb againup that harrowing pathto what the eyes followa trail led outwith no good pathi'll climb, climb, climbout and out and out and outagain and againuntil i'm clearly out of the woodsinto what i soughti start to beg no morei start to beg no moreout and out and out and out and out | 2022-02-04 17:59:22 |
| aether | sometimes there's no greater feeling than like you're going to crash and burnhurdle down the mountainit's always the same metaphorstrapped in a place i know notblack and blue i thought i hada lightpick up the slack i'm grabbing all the thingsto look a little closerand a woman's gaze, stares into my soulit allcomes backspin around the backpick it up and hack hack hackthrough the door through the lack, lack.wake up i'm blue againthought i hada clear dragout and out and out and out and out i'm set in stonethe moss collects but the eyes glowand ihad a semblancecollected in my eyepicked up right away | 2022-02-04 17:59:20 |
| aether | trying to climbwith a shudder i falterturn my back, on what people consider sublimerun away from what's heretry to clamber outmetal has many utilitiesmetal is strongmetal can be brittle and it can snap at the seamsand ihave only one wayto really live my lifea tunnel brainone-track mind againthat which does not go offi slide down the escarpmenti slide down the mind's mountaincrawl my way backto the original spotflaunt myself raw, roti self-preservefor the sake of solely my self. | 2022-02-03 19:44:43 |
| aether | so broke and real you break all the robots' preprogrammed responses | 2022-02-03 11:46:20 |
| aether | no loveburning alivethought i had a place in timesquandered it allthought i hada feelingbut i gripped the shovel's pale rotwoodthought i was alivebut everyone was already gonethought i had a placebut really i was buried in its steadwe're all spinning happilyjust a pretty merry-go-roundi had a place with you in my headbut now the realization of loveless lifedescends down'till i realize who's committing the crimeno one really alivedown down down, i spindownyou had it all, i gave you lifebut it bit into meand i stowed away on your heart's flotillaeking out survivalon a fine fakery.on a fine embroidered silver linegoneand you isquandered it downdrowned it downplummeted downso far i'll never climb outscream into myselfplummet out down nowjust out of spitejust to shelter the only truth within a minefield of liesmy very heart's corestored down to nihil zero countbreathing hard now | 2022-02-02 22:46:19 |
| aether | sitting in a fire, of my eyes entirenothing except ireburningfumigationkilling my mind's woes softlystabbing spear straight through to the heart.just another restart, press the button.life turns onand grey day hits from the sun.i see something you can't see...i am alive in a place no one has ever beenmy reality is different, we're a liejust here to start the daypress the buttonlife turns onsit in the same spotand mull the cudbut not a cow.press the button, turn on the day. something quietly igniting like hellacious flamewouldn't you know it was mine.something you can't see,burns me raw can't escapesomething you won't feel'till i burn downgone. | 2022-02-02 22:35:20 |
| aether | burning in a pittar pit gas firethe heat extends upwardnothing but fumesi had you entirei saw you throughthe eyes which penetratethe eyes which fearand ilonely and at the end of my rope.sit forlorn, thinking, how it got to this.only you really seeonly you really feelabout to turn off the alarm clockabout to switch out the lights.the melody spirals upward as if it took shapethe melody spirals upward as if it were.. alivedarkness succumbs to itself in this rinkthe gladiators swing their swordsbut my glossy eyes succumb to themselves.and with each time i hit, the enter buttoni just feel closer to the endbecause this place is a lie.the beat burns, as if it were alight.the calm pose, crunching of toes. | 2022-02-02 22:35:18 |
| aether | my sadness,underneath,it'll sprout a beautiful flower,when i'm gone,from me, and this place,out into something worthy. tears exit my eyes, and i'll sink further, 'till the truth is free, and i'll sink further, until this flower unfolds heavenly, free of its grave. | 2022-02-02 22:12:14 |
| aether | everything spins before my very eyesas if it were all deadi see the future, i see what's saidi notice that not much livesnot much aliveand the days pass by more slowly,as if i were going to vanish suddenlyat the very enddddddddddat the very endddddddddddof all this pure madness.and my heart, if it were alive anymore, beats subtly...beats oh so subtly..and here i frown and descend, die, justseeing life fade before me, but i won't...won't fade like life does...half-alive. | 2022-02-02 22:03:06 |
| aether | drowning in my sadnessi could find a waya way higher up,to escape this plightdejected and sinkingi'm afraid of every one.the only person i trustis my self and not very much.i see the lightspinning in the distancehere i'm deadand over there i'm fine.half-buried, i consume my own fleshsimple gnashing of teeth while i drownin all this sadnesseyes on the past, continuouslyas if i'll never live again, but be perpetually alive.it all seems like a mirageand the semblance of life passed awaystuck in a closed flower, i run down | 2022-02-02 22:03:04 |
| aether | happy to be sadit's okay to be badeternally madheightened juxtapositionbetween anxiety and imaginary freedomwhat would it really costan unbelievable other-realm, escape so profoundaccepting my fatethe face i present to myselfeach day, sinking further?or just being alivesome things make me happyothers just some dreadweighed down like lead in the pastballast for the future propagationof everything not in disgracezooming forward, acceleration straight up the funneltearing a hole through this poor placehappy despite it allready to dash it upon the rocksof the zenith compartment in the skyout and out & outbound to progressionenamored and temporarily perfectly sanguineout and out & outto wherever the hell i want to gosafe and clad somber but alright in the terrible avalanche of the soul | 2022-01-30 06:35:58 |
| aether | and i, don't know how to feel, because all the blood's been washed away.echos of the past, here to last, glued unto my consciousnessechos of the past, here to last, insidiously taking up space...and when i finally leave, will i have loved at all?and when i finally leave, wasn't it just i who sank into nothingness and oblivion, didn't live at all.and when everything finally dies, will i still remembercrammed into my head, this pain unending, slowly dissolving monotonyvisions and specters no longer dancing, dried wall like stuck paint.myself plastered into the spaceall i see... all i see. descending into nothing. | 2022-01-29 04:38:27 |
| aether | all that's left is anger, and that'll be gone too.all that's left is rage, but that got burnt up a while ago.all that's left,a memorandumall that's left16/44.1khz chopped into little bits.the past still echoing in my head as if it were today, as if it were yesterday.unable to let go, but wouldn't it remain the same?chopped into little bits, my life quantizeddescending down into the black holedigita memorandum, just another memorydisintegrating itself on the carpet. | 2022-01-29 04:38:25 |
| aether | jagged lines and crooked cliffs, demonizing itselfthrough a glass specter, gazing at all the nectarbut the place is empty, it's coldand everything got oldeverything got oldand the wheel keeps on turningthree hundred and sixty degrees of spiraling painonward and upwards,but i'm jagged and crooked and dead.onward and upward,but the flames got me instead.jagged hills meter my demise slowly,the mountains never fall but life keeps getting knocked on its assdown and downsemblanceand staring into a mirror perpetually.dead and dead and deader, numbwish there was a way outbut it's my own invention, my own demise, metered out slowlyby the shallow weak god of my life, my very poor hurt self | 2022-01-28 06:29:09 |
| aether | lost in my own navelcapitulate to a lazy syllableuttering nonsense and drivelwon't grow any more.won't be pleasing you any more.days pass me bybut the moroseness doesn't faillived my whole life with barely a clueinside my own head inside my own mental landscapejust for you.well it's pointless now, life keeps falling downknocked on its assover and over againi heard you call, i heard you shift awaybecause this place wasn't really alivebecause this place never really was alivebecause this place is empty and coldbecause i am dead and inside myself. | 2022-01-28 06:29:07 |
| aether | nuclear wasteland of what i thought to be real, a man in a dreamcoasting and jonesingnow the pain is so realthat i may never escapeswallowed up and erasedby the only path outliving in a dream, i realize the truthhurts like hell, i open my eyes.to love something you thought was the same as youonly half-true, bittersweet oneness, or have i been caught up in a lie.. so long, that i'm no longer myself. | 2022-01-27 20:31:31 |
| aether | spinning and burning in the mirage of the maze, spinning and burning in the mirage of my fate.humdrum melancholy, duldrum delirium tremensremember whatever i want to, a trip down to memory laneit just hurts either way, it just hurts either way.try to tell myself, not to think so muchbut it feels better, to be awakein a land of the docile dogs.cauterize my wounds with my spirit of flamebetter to be awarein the land of endless bluestrange dreamstrange dreamand with the occasional bite, i slip back into a chrysalis, unwillingthe truth blasts everything off the face of the mapthe truth blasts everything off the face of the map | 2022-01-27 20:31:28 |
| aether | secret volcanoworship the god on the sidechuck a thing in,chuck eventually my self in.fire and mud caked around my sideashes to ashesbones to dustunireciprocal relationship with everythinga day spent at hometravel-gaze hooked in my eyelevel the playing fieldforegone conclusionabandonment and ruinhurts to live and hurts to diemud caked around my sidesoftening nownerves no longer cauterizedresidual achelife, it got me numblife, it's just for funbut when you're in hell,you tend to get seriouscan't forget the painleft alone in a hole of robotswell they pamper me a bitbut really i'm screaming.and that's really all i gotta saywordless fumbles beginning to uttersucking down the cow uddertranscending my form and functioni am beyond, beyond the tormentjust a little bit too stuck in itin this self-created hell | 2022-01-26 08:20:24 |
| aether | piece of achepoint of viewPOSall the samebeyond recognitiongot myself downdown in this river that threatens to send me off,carry me with the flood,carry me out finally to done.death, that i'm so scared ofwrite some poetry, relieve the achebut it comes back to haunt me either wayi try to keep uptry to keep up the upkeeppay for my sinsbut god doesn't care about my trite worries,he seems to want to drive methis deep undercurrentthreatening to sweep me away.molten magma beneath the surfacecolliding everything out in deep spaceparticle acceleratorshot a beam through my heartmass ejectaswirling inswirling in this mind of minebirds chirping, landing softly on treesthis place i don't consider the bee's knees.no nectar, no separate glance for anythingbecause it's done.dragged into a pit of my own creationi am insane i am my own machination.dragged into a pit of my own creationi am insane i am my own machination. | 2022-01-25 11:22:20 |
| aether | lost in the underground mazehollow dead dayzefollowing a nobodyfollowing a wish of someonebut here lies no onegravesite of millions faron a spinning orb with strange prophecyi justwant to be oki justwant it all out of my hair someday.but ican't help but feeling the shred in this mind of minefeel the shredwant it all outwant to be myself againwild animalfree on an endless fieldall lit upcircling to the high heavensmoke rings to myselfa vision gonetired of the normalcywant to have some funtired of myself, wish my bones would come out through my skinyeah. | 2022-01-25 11:16:02 |
| aether | so hollowdrifting mellowfeel my dread inside, well i want to stay a little bit deadfor the hourall the lies flew away, they- flew away.didn't want to have the pain, now i want everythingjagged lies crooked and hypnotizesemblance of what it was.in the grave,in the grave.well i bleed,bleed quite clearly.and it seems, that i may never dieand it seems it's only a dramamy pain, 'pon the stage.down the drainagaincop outturn outturn inside outlanguidly drip back into myself upon wakingrattled teacupaccoutrement to it allthe centerin some kind of strange hellin some kind of strange hell in the middle of it all. | 2022-01-25 08:44:35 |
| aether | trying to ramp upsomething that does not existdial on the linecaller in timedoesn't answer his sideguess i'll just frown.yeah, you heard me talk about it all againguess we're spinningdevil saw the twisted melody in mesaw the sufi coming undone.it always hurts againmaybe i'm just a malfeasant entityentertaining the wrong thoughtbut it seems to workso who's to really complainbonk the molehills down with my malletbonk myselfbetter get me wedged inplaying keepy-uppywell it's a tauntbecause i'm feeling like i should flauntbut no one's there to rot withthey're all deadjust at the bottom of the dead sea.with its cold embrace.and just me. | 2022-01-24 22:13:50 |
| aether | wish not to imbibewish not to positthat of impositionan inquisitiona great crusadea sweeping cleardon't be afraidbecause i think it's just a dream.just a fool's errand.and my firetells me i'm wrong.But whence we go wrong,turns up the game again.How do I maintain my sanity?If what I want and what's real are two different things.Two different monsters, equally dreaded, almost to a crescendoas if i was risinglike a great christ-figure.as if i was a voodoo doll, of my own creationi want to shred, but it appears that must involve the self as welli want to be aliveto see you see me in your eyes.but so many riddles of hubristic tendencies planted among menbrought so much doubt it got uglyto continue plaintively.shred. | 2022-01-24 21:53:32 |
| aether | somebodysomeonetold mea lot about what i've shown.except the pain never will gosomething aggravates me withinyeah it hurts within.do we know, do we seeDo you have a clueAn accord, a simplified actionable plan we can allwe can all expresshollow hole, in this head of minespilling projectionsinto your visage held nowhere else.poor mindtwiddling his thumbs,he'll get beyond it this time.the fire roasts, should i sayshould i sayshould i sayabout to hold upsteadily. | 2022-01-24 21:53:29 |
| aether | tripping on a bouncing betty's wire.tripping on a camera, digita, descending into firetripping on a wracked nervedisturbed but firmlife spent on the runi head out endlessly for fungod knows best, god holds me closeseemingly got the best of himyet i'mnot sure i can really cry about all thismy facademy drosskept up like floss, scrubbing the various facets, like NOS, like a memory, like a tripping of the social consciousness you wish you didn't have. burning into the iris of your nodas you agreeas you talk | 2022-01-24 21:53:27 |
| aether | like a place we thought we hadbroken bonebroken diaphragmspent wheezing out the plastic phony plastic piecesarmy menstaring at them all, assembled in my head.they're all turning to fireat the viewer i've become.a trucea quiet peacedescends away from regret.let's get up to where we comeout the place this has run into fromlife wrought cleanwrought emotionally clean. | 2022-01-24 21:38:57 |
| aether | try againtry it againlife with a spinning metronomeclock ticking, well that's no funsay what i really meanbut it's all blurrystick my head in a different truthbut i get a swipe of an axeput my foot forward while reading the map wrong.circle back to myself,circle to the front.back to the pasttired of thestale dried up acton a drip feed so slowon a drip feed so lowheart beat with a bypassi just thought i'd get throughbut my mind twists and turns backgolgotha jesus with a frown, half-buried up to his chagrinup to his chagringuess only some things make me happyillusions hurt and send me packing.well i'm gonna get away from you.Gonna redefine howwhat's youwhat's thiswhat i ambut a cake i could eat and haveand a chasing and meandering around the earthly illusiondelusions of grandeur spent on flat tires.like a lopsided planet | 2022-01-24 21:38:55 |
| aether | every dayevery dayevery day, no, yeah.'till it's gone, 'till i'm out of breathspend my days running'till it's done.spend my days wrackedspend my days wrackedand that's a fact.jagged lines crooked answers and inquisitive questions.just a passing soul just a passing spiritasking simple thingsmy heart hurts my heart barely takes ityou're like a gunbittersweet it's funspend my days runningdown the maze, getting better,keep track of the days without a tally.emotionally spent i'm second guessing the motionevery day spent racing downdown,to the truth which hurts replaced my life withwith an ache you can't explaindeep down inside it'll never get out again'till it's goneinexplicably gonelike your eyes, like my minddone. | 2022-01-24 20:46:23 |
| aether | feel myself sick,desperatelocked in a box, more than mental, but only mental.people gaze past as if nothing'll last.people gaze throughsometimes a spark in the maze.god has a grip, traction, treadthrough which to threadthis endless mendrestore me past madness and my broken mindmy broken mind...dog prancing on the underit's simpleits fruit, its nectar, its importancejust a reach for the truthi want to - want to getout, want to, want to, get out.want to, want, want to,oh.it's all painuntil it's gone. lifethe beautythe funbittersweet.traveling out the barrel of a guni had a dream, i had a conundrum,thought it'd be funjust to repeat the same dayrepeat the same day'till i found out who i amjagged crooked linesmy art displaced among theamongst what i runfrom. | 2022-01-24 20:46:21 |
| aether | i'm alive (hopelessly alive)i'm alive, although i feel dead insidefeel the emotion coming backas if god felt the beauty, againas if life lit itself on fire, again(feel the fire burning inside slowly)watch it twist and burnashes cindering to the pit floor(i'm alive)wellmegalomaniawellresurgent feelingswell...death rockin' the bell.maybe i'm no longer afraid to answerin charge, in controlgod dreams big dreamsbut he's grown so very small, in this cold little placefires burning upwell he's revving up.God's alive in a place that doesn't know him. Doesn't seem to know him.burning up, with this madnesseyes widemegalomanic cinders flying, as if the meaning came backas if the heart beats againin this cold empty sectorin this restricted nectar, pulling into meinto my self my mind my life, as if i'm going to come alive again.hope it gets there hope it becomes realdarkness pursues, christ dies, but it all renews... it all comes true. | 2022-01-24 20:28:04 |
| aether | illustrious nobodyvapid quicksandwhilst we have tea,let's not contemplate the monstrous truth loomingtalking to the walls, if i had a voicetalking to a person, if i had a heartmonstrous truth, swallowing up everythinglife hits hard,down down down down downto depression grand central stationand from here to nowhere indeedoh ha ha ha, great big belly laughoh ha ha ha hah, really got you on the trackrecorded for prosperitydisturbed and i ama monster loomingwithin this faulty cagewithin this faulty cagebliss,bliss doesn't come fromrepetition,some things you keep, and other times you search for morebut i'm dying heremonstrous truthillustrious phantasms, hovering to and fro, to and froit all sort of hurts, stockholme syndrome to the extremehad a heart for the mirror on the wallbusted upmangledtornand stitching my way along long enough to get out | 2022-01-24 17:03:56 |
| aether | cold as icehypnotizewish i'd been coolgot played like a foolnow i'm finally becoming what i wantedwith no illusions to be fancy in front ofjust an opulent specter, drifting in and out of a empty ballroomjust a peasant before the eyes' of everythinga king of an active void, pity only for itself, and even that, uselessremorseand even that, uselessa world of could of been'sannihilated without so much as a whisperannihilated in pleasantry and cold cold drab careless frivolity, seeking pleasurewell it's a flipflipbacktortoise on its backspun around by the cartoon hare.and all the anguish, worthlesspity! i should've-pity, i should've-...pity, i ought to have...recourse, reroute,repeat, reelit all doesn'tit all doesn'tmake sense yetwill it ever?will it ever?a rollercoaster, dementeda rollercoaster, disturbingcontaining myself, containing myselfwill i ever?will iescapewhat always wasno, well i guess- i-well i guess i-well iwon't. | 2022-01-20 22:32:10 |
| aether | dejectedworn outpiddled my lastrejectedno one to laughhollowcoldoldand a good bit of moldwell a human they'd scold meif they knew all about this trutha god would rapidly shrinka hollow hallway, pale and in twilighta disgraced fellowmeandering on upon upto his final destinyhereafter, no longer knowing himself as he thought to be.cascading up, twisting up, in evil darknesstwisting up, cascading up,retching out the facadeback to zero stateback to nowhere's fate.retching out the mirage. | 2022-01-20 22:13:58 |
| aether | languished into a cornerlanguished into a cornerrediscovering the truththreat, threateningwon't it just ease upwon't it just simplify itself...erase, erase the clockturn time back one notchwell that's just the same,as everydayvery slight progress...fear, painit's all the same.drown it out, comes back alive and needing drainedwell you can't escape, turn the clock back a notchjust heads forward, frictionless inertiahurtling through space. | 2022-01-11 08:55:07 |
| aether | they can trythey won't succeeduselessi fawn away at myselfin so much painand yet it all amounting triviallyjust another daydown the drainjust another lame excuseto piledrive into the cornerfrom fear of the otherwondering what i really think, night,wondering what doesn't escape mewhen i'm sleepinghappy and serenehurt, pain, threat, threateningtogethernessforevernessnever endinglame excusepiledrive into the corner from morning to nightescape the noticeof the otherclandestine behaviorand terrible fear,just another day | 2022-01-11 08:55:05 |
| aether | dragged down to infinitywell the heat rises upthe cold attempts to sink inmy demeanor,attempts to sink innot much effectthe music playsone of my few friendsthe guitar melody bounces sardonicallydragged out to infinityliving lifewhat is it really likedragged out to care, dragged out to careless depthsdragged again, with you along the way.here i may staybut never happy, always in dismay.it attempts to sink inthe cold wraps itself around the heatto no availto my dismaydying, afraid of deathdyingafraid of dyingafraid of what it could meanafraid of...my self. | 2022-01-11 08:47:51 |
| aether | am i really making any progressthe words distortxeno's paradoxmy feet fall roughshod over the terrainmarionette of my own devisinglacking supervisingmarch, well i march.drumbeat clicks closerthe words distortmy life is mine to liveright here, right now,in phase with the marchnever getting closera tone that rises whilst fallingalways getting closerhit the note, symphonymarch and get closerdays pass by in tandem withwithwithwithwithwithwithwithwithwithwithsome mild miserycan't see the truth for i've been lead by the blind | 2022-01-09 19:20:39 |
| aether | writing a badpoemsound and semblance ofnullhit the somethings for thesoundreturn a cacophonynoiseless turmoilspread out throughoutlaughable and laudeda jeering nobodylaughable and laudedi beholda telescopic lensea simple thrillfalsity upendshorrendous nilnever get nevernever getnevernever getto the bottomconsigned, take a pillsee what god knowssee what'll end this plight.solipsism rots away the blasted destroyed artifices and buildings,solipsism shows how hollow you and i are underneath,solipsism will pull you hands and knees kicking and screaming,solipsism shows me that life is only what it seems.just a mirage with a ghost at the control seat.just a pitiless specter, surrounded by opulence, lost forever. | 2022-01-09 19:06:39 |
| aether | feel sickwell there's a trickfind a sipspin down the lipended, nippedfeel sickquickquick,i see the portal to the end of my self.i see the winding road to the beginning of itall.in the pitch black lightwithout a candleholder and held in perpetually nightfalse heightsightslightsleightsighteyes burn brightcandescent bulbs about to popblood vessels pop...and wouldn't i only knowand wouldn't it be just... that...sad and tornfading and never-born.losta flat miragea flat artificial displayheld in vanityheld in dismayi see nothing but me this day.nerve endings twinging slightheld it slightsee nothing but lightjust myself this day.that's all | 2022-01-09 18:58:30 |
| aether | hidalonehiddenain't gonna pick up that phonemaskueradepretend i'm realbut i'm merely the void speaking to itselfmasquerade, prance whilst i'm jollyhere-within steadily falling to follyhere-without thinking i've got a cluesteady bluesjust a mediocre gripon a mammoth taskriddled down to the lasti found you out, i found you at last.zap, canary in the coalminebut there's no miners,everyone left long agojust the void speaking to itselfjust a message in a bottle circulating in my own pond.hate and painwith no one to hold in disdainhit the drumbeat harder i'll get farther someday maybe i'll discover much what i'd ratherhave in the heart of my hearth andhit the drumbeat harder, recourserescindrepeatrewindsecond windsecond windsecond windi'll make it out of this illusion, and not exist merely in chagrin. | 2022-01-09 18:48:17 |
| aether | fell away,well he's deadi make artwell it's null and consumed solely by my headdown to my heartjust another day i'm aching to escape laid in stark reliefwell i make artsin so holy and divinecast within liesburied and burrowed on inwell i make artit hurts so i throw the words outlest i wretch to somebodylest i lie to myself.jesus buried in golgothawell i make artoff in a corner buried making art. | 2022-01-09 18:37:20 |
| aether | pity prize,widening eyesrealization skips the scenerealization transcends the melodyeradicates all the way to its invisible sourcetakes root deep insidestrange i am strange i am strange i am strange i am strange i am strange i am strange i am strange i am strange i am strangethis little centerperhaps off-kilterdoesn't see anythingexcept itselfthis little middletaking front stagethe pain begins to recedealthough strange, albeit strangealmost as if i don't want it to go awaylanguishing inapocalypse incentering on, homing inlife begins to renewa 'world' view that comes crashing downin the darkness i remain, never left, never couldnever couldabolish the truth | 2022-01-07 19:15:53 |
| aether | key to the flamenot a soul listeningother than my very own namedown to a happy placetown of deceptionsi'm singin' outthis story is debauchedand the secret is foundi'm on my way outthe very eyes that seeused to play make believe.now i'm stepping rightcurtain's about to fallit's a good callthought the earth had a spinthought it rotated on its axisbut it's met its endand the record goes scratch scratch twist twistand the record twistson my way outon my way outon my way outon my way outa nullset. | 2022-01-05 19:41:40 |
| aether | mankind lit aflame the nonsense drivelparading stark the lasting arc to destructive oblivionoh i'm so serene to discover the march to Nothing.caught, caught, caughtredredredI can't find,myself anyway.There's no more recourse.Might as well-might as well.Might As Well.Might as well.MiGHt As WelL.Just forget me this day.Spun away.Turning and burning away.lost cd in a disk tray.not much hope to see a recoveryspun data laser pickup into digitacan't ya see just the inane spinspinspinspinspinspinspin no recoursejust back to the start, better start, start start start, over againdrawing board route restart.again and again.again and again,you see me here lost in the image of another.I see you meander on over.Common ground lost in Satan's land.and i won't give you my handspun data disk lost in translation. | 2022-01-04 00:44:10 |
| aether | hope lest he fryamid the timid tiesbetween company and himselfwhich could not find a middleground except to falltwisting away in the tumbletwisting away in the tumbletwisting away in the tumblelike so many agonizing ants horribly smashed by children.like as if the abyss stuck into a wound, gripped sharply by a sneerto find its mortal woundtwisting away in a tumbleerupt another lumbering fumbleass from elbowtwisting away in a tumblebecause because i knew i wasperfect and alright in the middle.because because it's so simple you ought to do more than rumble and ramble.because because i figured you'd get it right eventually and not spend day and night in trouble. | 2022-01-04 00:44:06 |
| aether | jagged caustic burnt wire eroding exploding shooting flamesheld in such high disdain the cascading mountain mudslide avalanche threatened to plummet the deft escapee to his ground-base statethreatened to topple him so severely he held on to the dear earth itselfthrottling and moping and anddying altogether to discoverthe real truth in this land of lies | 2022-01-04 00:44:04 |
| aether | move through the landmaneuver the handcold and bleakavoiding a wounded heartspun nowcircling downi thoughtwe had iti thoughtbut a rabbitspun nowlanguid and forlorndistant and tornrabid and scornlearnt too wellendless projectionsquashed down to nothingnessand yet still sadness.Cannot kill the image of Man.Cannot fathom the trauma of not knowing who I Am.splitting throughlike bone through skincontusion and rendingi spit outto gain a new troughsucking downmy senseless sense, graspingcannot findexcept what i prefer.and even that may be a lie.even my preference, a disabling hurting lie. | 2022-01-04 00:32:53 |
| aether | call of the wildand isee allthe problemtunneled nowtunneled downthought you rightthought you wrongthought you mostly wrongspunturnspinleanburst outeverything spreads itself cleaneverything spread thinly and veiledly on a remorseless small lineextending out indefinitequite surequite surejuxtaposition thought rightmy mind cannot comprehendwhat it's looking forshadows cast themselves across the lighti thought i had it rightjuxtaposition turned to frightspun alrightdaggered down to smallvillein a trance with the gaping maw of it allan abyss of thingsall raining down nowmy soulraising up nowblack and scintillatingwith sparks of goldi thought i had it allinside, outside, all aroundspun nowturned away | 2022-01-04 00:32:51 |
| aether | just as if i were to saythat i've done what i should this day.i am pulled underto greet this fine thingthe brain and the headthe heart and the gutthe lungs and the eyesrotating so peacefullyin this warfare of controlan illusion even? but trust is not given to idle statements taken on faith.taken down, to see this fine thingembrace of the heartbut i can't see the circle or the center.and i'm drowning now.temporary breathdown at my bestand no rest.can't see the truth in this place? or does it shine clearly. That seems to be the primary question, and only certain things let me know for sure. | 2022-01-04 00:22:41 |
| aether | blood and skinnap and rendhead and sinfunneled withinprojection and sighteyes tremor and lightpunched and punctured throughrabbit distaste not cooked todayhe's got his timepiece and it doesn't matter what it's set to.circling the grave. Punched through, punctured through.I thought we had a correct.The course meanders haphazardly through traumatizing icei spit out all the course corrections but my emotion grabs me by the anklesays take a lookyou were headed to hell, headed to painthen different parts of me chime inthe body a strange indication matrixand everything spinsthe melody rotted grin | 2022-01-04 00:22:40 |
| aether | my ego rears its ugly head, and i can't help but feel it's alive in ways i don't wish it to be.making nasty assumptionsretreating into the backwhere i can hidejust to make myself okay, unwilling to compromise.yet i can't shake, my primary goal, ascertain the truthor i'll burn awayadopted a lie? a mirage.circle back endlessly, just to hit a wall.until the heart comes back up yammeringattempting a fine stall.hit to us allneglect and poori can't find the circle for the centerstaring at all the figures on the periphery which are so tall.and nonsense clamorsand my manner stammers.i'm funneled into a pit of acidof which could be my fuelso it seems, so it seems... amid all these dark dreams. | 2022-01-04 00:22:24 |
| aether | something cut abreasta cut above the resta chip placed on the shoulderhaughty disdain because i feel olderthan many herethe many herestare into the nightworry sometimes about others' plightthen rest assured, i journey back into selfishness to keep it lightno baggage train herejust feeling like i got more yearsmoving faster and collecting the pieces freneticallylearning better and growing stronger despite appearancesimpressing people slowlyas if it mattered. | 2022-01-04 00:22:23 |
| aether | life gone numb, popular notions eschewed, mankind's loaddumped into a pit, burrowedseven heads of a hydraall vying for controlcut myself vile, nothing you need to be told.claws dragged up a wallcalmly done with it all. | 2022-01-04 00:05:55 |
| aether | twisted smiles on road turnstilesenter here ye and be amazedcaravan shotgun smoke ablazeparty and herdtrusted opinionsjagged hillscircling carrion birdslooking for...your best set guesseverything circlingdetritusbig trash lineit's all being usedi heard you wanted pleasedbig news spinning around in my headeverything circlesi heard you were lookingsorry we ain't got that around herei heard you were searchingsorry my life is normali heard you haven't gotten what you wanted.sorry to hearlife spinning out of control, thought i had road gripthis caravan's about to deliver its lastmetaphors atop colored lights and inane dreamsdreamt cold and somberdreamt old and in the numberslife paths going this way and thatthings which don't make sense, piling up statistically and strangely | 2022-01-04 00:05:53 |
| aether | i thought you knew best, but here i am ignoring the entirety opposite existence.gather information, with a measly heart.thought you knew best. left in the bottom cellar darkhere i thought we all drove onward until we needed a collective rest.solipsism hits downbetter hunker downgirders holding the heavy earthabove this aching headthere's no sure way outexcept to wait until death takesi thought ye smartand grew from my complacency with trusting your stark suretyeverything grows darkbecause i can't find the light anymore, or what's in your heart.dark | 2022-01-03 23:56:33 |
| aether | metal clang and here i drainmy fortitude reservoir more than i thoughthold out, live my life, continue as it t'were normalstrange dreams, prophetic gambitisn't it so simplefollow this loose thread, discover where it leadpitch black nightfrightened of the lightcurling my toes backi'm just at the backholding myselfjagged lines, i try to draw throughpaint the spotsnothing really transposes quite as well as what's still raw.indecision of how to really best articulatesleight of hand, just a little feintit's going on the canvas anyway, but what it's going to take?life sliding out from meeverything tunneling downbetter huddle beneath the mountainand hope this cave system proves its strength | 2022-01-03 23:56:31 |
| aether | unhappy pain brought forth by vitriolic belief systems all competingall competingleading down to zerothe count of my ammunition, getting spentthe juxtaposition, of such a sweet lifehurtling into darknessthe possibility, no, the probabilitythe actualitythings hurt and things liewhy have things gone such awryhere until the endtruth or not i'm still just in my head.people gallop or posebut it's a lake of fire they aren't perceivingsitting right there next to them.hope and fearjagged cliffs i hold so dearno more liquid sulfurbeing sprayed uponmeunless i'm wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong.can't hedge every betsometimes you gotta run a gambittake your chancesbut wagers don't really appealand i'll dig until i injure bone.think i've got it all cleara melodious calm, but at the edges i'm frayed and burningthreatening the core.down. | 2022-01-03 23:46:09 |
| aether | smash itapartbuild itiratecontrolmy fatecan't handledistastelost ina trance statelanguishthe traceignobleerasemazedead-endwell, better spin back againwell, the lights are all outguess this is home thenlasetarget destinationlazyfond of entering nigh oblivionfake?god forbids the hyperreal in favor of smoke and mirrorslate?you're just on time.rabbit goes downi'm keeping my pacestart to lose my way but i try to save facespin spin spin spin spin spin spin spin spin spin spinisn't it just a sinwear my favorite grinit's a simulacrumand i'm the fool again | 2021-12-30 21:17:21 |
| aether | write somethingdo somethingamount to somethingpeople pleasingdead of nightcaring aboutappearancesyou:just a miragespun like a webamong my mindhuge throngsplit and spread outas if something were wrongemotional spike uparen't you just calmsomewhere insidecaring too muchabout appearancesapparitions at besttunneling throughrockserecting the girderslost in a mazebut i'm mostly unphasedinvincibly tameburied underneathmountain of disdaininsane drainfunneling awaylashing outkeep myself sanefoaming at the mouthtrash heap amountingit's all, it's all, it's allspiraling upwardlet's hope we don't stalldeathdeathdeathdeathdeathlet's hope i let's hope imake it through it all. | 2021-12-30 21:04:55 |
| aether | comatose on happinessdrown the fellow he's lost his morosenessjagged lines of heaven, misconstruedcomes down to hit home quite hardno survivors, lots of wreckagenow that i feel comfortablei can't help but feel like i'm lyingand being untruedesire burns, the story isn't over.god has better plansit's all swinging, side to sidemorose and somber, hidden by the tidea precursory glancereality just a danceswinging, side to sidethere's no real time to be fakeit'll all burn away, no matter how long it may takedon't you see?just for me... just for me...side to side, a feeling you can't shakestrange strange strange strangeto be alone in eternitynow that i'm comfortablesomething i can't escape | 2021-12-30 20:56:39 |
| aether | beautiful sadness,sits in my past memory.want it back, but don't want the painwant to feel alive againdon't want the threatof emptiness all overit's kind of strangehow dreams seem realis this what there isno longer believe in anyonenor their wordsa slumber amid otherssome eternalhope it's not the truthbut i have dug myself down this far.hope it's not the answer, but...truth is persuasiveand lies endlessly frustratingsee what ishate the mundanefeel something, feel aliveburning embersin the back somewherealive by virtue of willpower?or just sheer forcelost in a time degradethere's nowhere to go backwards.want to feel sad again. feel my heart again.as if happiness is a choice to remain numb.with stark emotion i see with claritypalely shown, i see freelyif there was just a wayto remain seeing, without the pain.but truth is an ugly monster,and illusions brought me here. | 2021-12-28 16:28:42 |
| aether | cadrefailedmissionexpoundwordlessemptydeaddropsenselessthe fear consumes medrowned outthe rest of the worldground crewcannot contactangelic foesformidable deconstructionno-no-no-n-o-n-n-n--n-nothingnothing makes sense.beside myself in pity, self-consuming, almost to the point of not seeing the point.hopes and dreams yet i seem to want nothing.want to wake up, but... it seems to hurt.how can you let go of the dream?spun by passerbys conveyedthe world spinsdrowning my mood iswedged intoa type of uncertain affectand ikeep spinninglower and now higheras if i lost my sadnessbut now there's nothing to console meand happiness requires effort, so it seems... so it seems... so it seems...the pain keeps coming back, but less and lessgradual realization, eye-lights on.eye-lights on. | 2021-12-28 16:17:45 |
| aether | I FEEL STRANGELY ALIVEwatch the world get sucked awayput in a vacuum, i'll still tryeyes in a voidI FEEL STRANGELY ALIVEheart of lovei am lovetears and rivers and avalanchesfrozen and muddy and half-deadbut strangely alive, at the end of it allalmost like the first timemy heart singsbut i'm riveted to a seamtearing away the whole thingin lovebutbutbutbutbuthappinessperfectlyfreeit's all me.perfectlyheart singsfreeforeverperfectly. | 2021-12-25 21:24:45 |
| aether | did you ever have that funny feeling that you're all alone forever?- the nameless void | 2021-12-25 21:02:17 |
| aether | inexorabitant costforgot the lossfell to the earthor sprung out of the groundtrue nature revealedaround the curtainslow and steady reliefa crying ofslow and steady peacewell wantedso happy, i could-burst, life a conundrum,not really sure.sadness, does it ever go away?hitched to an illusion,realize a mistakeslow and steady understandingso strange ialmost can't handle how it takes me off my feetsimply blown awayi'm sorry, it seems to all be fake.melancholious dollsgod's dollhouseparadestrange memories bleeding through,ever so subtly i just want to be free,but the cost is highto rid me of all i knowfor ineffable graceattached to a thoughtattached to an ideal imageof anothergazing into myselfi mistook you to be other than Me.immense heartbreakjust to be lead heredrowning and needing to be savedtranscendence. | 2021-12-25 20:57:47 |
| aether | divinity realized,not far but right at the hearta strange life of troublea meandering and quaking of rubbleoh,divinity cuts through itbut won't iiaccept the heart flamewon't iiaccept no more painout and grandeurno longer slipping my mindbut all around me | 2021-12-25 20:48:54 |
| aether | complications cease,momentary relieffeardom and beliefking extravagance pauper and laudergetting loudermomentary relieflife whittles me byjust wishcould geta realthing throughdifficult to breatheeven more difficult to bebecause i'm really trying to beand life unfolds all around meand i couldn't understandwhat holds mecouldn't understandwhat i'm bound forwhy, why,maybe to realizea kingdom far off in hopea slim margin chance'dbe just a jokeall around mesee through the liessee through the natureof dualityhurt and painamid my haughty disdainjust be a threadingof this needleeyes widebefore the inevitable tideship and shapetransformation at the heartof all around memind sparksdesire and greedfellows who needn't heedperfectioncoasting along ini'm quite afraidto have it all come downatop my head. | 2021-12-25 20:48:52 |
| aether | you ever justyou ever justyou ever justi don't-i don't-i don't-words like fireignite my lifegrab-bag of self-therapythe moonhigh abovei try to bealrightthe mind dances through the frayblood fountaina steady heart beatthat's what we needwell they say it'll all have been worth itdancing, dancingthrough themindalive as the mind of lifeit could all spin downbut it would only revthe eternal lifespuncascading upcascadingi see a grand entrancei see a grand partycause for celebrationcould all be alrightsincere and no more frightmy troubles wiled awaythrough an indeterminable patiencethrough some kind of fluke, almostitititit'll just spin awayspin awaygone away | 2021-12-25 20:39:34 |
| aether | Don't we have anything better to do?sitting on the pale throne, and i can't remember the detailshittin'the map, we'll follow, itstrackshave got a kind of knackfor searching up the oddwell perhaps its finally turned over its secretsslow realization hits hardtruncatingexpandingspreadingshrinkingrea-rea-rea-l, rea-l-ityjust misshapen and not at all-just not at all what i-thought.hittin'hittin' the lackwith more music tracks.gotta see a way-gotta escape this simple shrinecomputer divineout, out, out, out, out, out, out, out, the words repeat.gotta fully get out | 2021-12-25 20:27:37 |
| aether | wanna feelwanna cut deepsometimes i evade the painthen i want it straight onenjoying some good musicmaybe life's just a big echo chamberhard to satisfy this poor being, me, myself, and iturn and faceturn and facemaybe they'll acquiescehope and retreathope and retreatinsidehow do i escape? crawling up the walls.you know you could just turn and face it allbut it's the long game. perhaps.oh you just need to settlesomething perturbs me almost every day, maybe every dayhighly perturbedthe objects of realitytruncating, recedingspreading out, expanding | 2021-12-25 20:27:35 |
| aether | caught upwriting ♥♥♥♥♥♥ poetryleft myself diseasedcaught upspouting into nothingwish i'd heed my own callsfor sanity and rationalityword salad, self-inflictionlistening to otherstheir dumb facestheir monolithic paleolithic harmlessnessgrowing comfortablethe aches are perhaps passing?suffering always comes backpause for the causeinsert coinmelody melodramawish i'd listen to my pathetic calls for salvationwish i'dfall over againturning around, spun my headall around me is a magick landall around me is myselfwish i'dsettle down nowlife on my sidelife on my sidespit-roast front and centerwish i wasn't afraidwish i could merely meanderdown down down downthat's where i typically goin fear of suffering | 2021-12-25 20:13:59 |
| aether | my heart needs a tourniquetbecause i am basically bleedingthe metaphor heir triumphantready to assume controlassert itself into realityspinning away deadlyignoblebouncing up the wallmeander throughbouncing up horridrelease its gripastonishing freedomstowed away in an unhappy delinquent robotvivaciously attempting to get outsurreptitiously hoping something will go loosewith nothing left to cursewith a pearl bought with my illusionswith a descending echo of madnesssealing offdramaticsealing offdramaticsimulacrumhopeful to gain a betterhopeful to end this painsquirm and stiffly blunt it outstiffly handleall this insanitysimulacrumgazing at a cold mirrorwith no one nothing to blamewith nothing no oneto share | 2021-12-22 13:31:27 |
| aether | high tensionno breaking pointsay i don't have onehitting the breakscarving tiremarks all into the roadi i just i i wantfreethe adrenaline revsas i shake rattle but won't rollthe tire marksare all in the roadyet again i am on a knife edgeyet again there is little reliefyet again i find myself fallingfeet all too firmly on the groundthere's a grand hopeto end this charadebut i have to grit my teeth in waiting for the curtain to dropuncertainty grows to timid acceptanceand the painful echosonly surge around the circuitonly surge around the ending cycle.uncertainty creeps like marauders through the linethoughts that i don't know this monstrositythis vividnessall opaque and leaving skids | 2021-12-22 13:31:25 |
| aether | the contents of nothingness spilled out from the box, pandora strangely quieti had seen the nature of reality, of lifeand grown perturbedly comfortedas if i realized the meaning of silencea sharp hiss and a call amid the skyoh: my obsession wanesnonduality strick clean, the proposed facetslauded and approvedby a cast of the insane.swinging back and forththe bellstruck cleanstruck cleanspotlessenvy-lessfriendlessthe cows traipse to theirsilent tunedrifting off the edge of the cliff in their mirage-like nature.the meaning of silenceonenessand i'm,the one who fellfellfell amongst it all, thought i had a bovine-like naturethought i wasone of the dolliesa sure-fire mechanoida puppet commanded on yonder by so-called puppeteerwalking this circle of graves, these deathly embodimentscontinue their routinecontinue their routinebut, was it i who permitted them, in my gazetossing and turning in my sleepimaginingimaginingthem. | 2021-12-21 20:27:55 |
| aether | the world has been devastatedfilled with smokenuclear firepuffed up and dragon's breathsnarling, tooth and old clawi don't reckon you see the truthi don't reckon you see at allin the back, i sit with some discomforti sit with some discomfortthe world, puffed up with its smoke, devastationa holy groundtabula rasaspire of a nice little atomic devicespread cleanknocked the senseout of the horror scenethe silence is more thancan be heardit must be felta clear lampshadea foreshadowing won't showterror consumes me, don't you know?when all questions become rhetorical.silence balmscalms and soothes the sensescalamity: don't you see?it's a wastelandvast and to such heightas if your heart fellall the way from the topall the way from the top | 2021-12-21 20:17:32 |
| aether | oh how easy it isto finally fall down and realize the truth24 years in a deep water divedrowning all the while.In slow-motion. Simply and merely Gone. To embrace the heart, myself the only one I have left.left in a tailspin for my heart-felt aches, left in a trembling spellleft in delirium, after what's realleft in pityleft in morosenessleft with an indelible but shapeless markto resurface, a light above the waketo gaze upward, from twilighti cannot find.i cannot break.i cannot lie.i cannot fake.embrace sorrow.weight drifts me further downthe eyes, i am my own clownand the sickness,and the derisioni am the only one that frownsturn of eventsgo bycannot feel alivechewed uptorn to bitspersona maskblinded byhow we look the same.melancholized, idolizedadored and mechanizedstamped and curledhammered and nailedcannotcannotcannotcannotcannotacknowledge the falsitydrowning in my trapthe sole Master, lost again? | 2021-12-21 19:56:29 |
| aether | and i thoughtthat people had a real existencebut they faded, like old ink on paperi scribbled and was torni fought and stammeredi couldn't believe the hard truththat was slowly unveilingand though i may be wrong,it certainly does illustrate the horrorthat how easy it is to slip beneath the wavesand not recoverthey all are deaf and blindthere is no rescueand perhaps i am the only one herenarcissistic and nihilistic and solipsistic andoh, it all seems to go togetherso perfectly ordered in agony. you once held the thought,that you could love someone. Apparently they are but mirage.So, tremendously, sorry. As only human can be, eternally sorry.Forever thankful, forever sorry, forever forgiving; lost in illusion.Saying repetitive phrases to escape robotic scorn. | 2021-12-21 19:45:25 |
| aether | and all the tearsdeveloped a callous approachdesiring to come outthen being in self-reproachknowing everything has its climbzenithhitting the pointof returna world fullof emptinessyammering heart, stymied life bent out of shape bludgeoned colda great semblance, of something mystical and higherpresent in this life,yet not showing itself to be true or possible, merely hinting its existence.it is black and bleakit doesn't exist, it rots the foundations and the floorpecking awaywinds fray and spin this little rope-wiremy mind invulnerable, changing all the sameit cannot be graspedthe dutiful occupant: never having a thing. | 2021-12-21 19:35:47 |
| aether | and all the shrill piercing calls for help fall on deaf ears in this graveyard of stilled deadand the halls echo coldand the sounds hollowly sing themselves to sleepappearing before you rough-shod and shookno one to receive my questing eyesand the sought and the seekertwists and turns awayonly to be where he isand the pain...i begin to likeand the longer i remainthe more horror i alightparts of me at war over varied goalsparts of me screaming, repetitivelyslowly fading into the background | 2021-12-21 19:35:45 |
| aether | not even really sure.. that there's something here.enthralled with the idea of being in some type of permanent torture chambersick twisted pleasureto finally realize the trutha barrel full of nothingswith a big hole in the bottomspilling out my guts,because it's nothing, nothingsand. hapless sandjourneys to nowhereadventures to the tune of wavesno superior truth to be founda realization of heady nothingnessand meaningless sandstretched out before mebecause it's nothingbecause i'll never get somethingbecause i may be calmbut all this could happen againand the shrieking laughterabout this, finally all said and donerealization: morphing sand. | 2021-12-21 19:26:40 |
| aether | it's funny howyour wants and desiressometimes don't want to be had by youit's funny how,you can cast it all awaypearls before this swineseeing a jewel, and wanting to waitobserving a priceless gemand shoveling it underis this my problemis this my grand issuesardonic glarehatred and darkness, i'm all earsreflected by my madness, my fearcannot obtain what would finally satiatenot even sure, anymorebut to lose faith: troubled again.not even sure, anymore,to see the madness and irespinning up entirea world of uselessnessa world of being alonea world of gnashing teethand unlasting respite | 2021-12-21 19:26:38 |
| aether | the gripping on, the letting gowhat difference does it really make, maybe it'll show.have to listen to my little impulses to feel alright.have to listen to the dark raving madness behind the plight.what difference does it really make, holding on or crashing into a surrendered blissis life testing me, or am i merely measuring myself (i'm measuring myself)nestled within a flower, maybe it is my prison.nestled within a cage, biting and gnawing the barsno one is mocking me, no one is jeeringand even ifand even ifdoes not matteralone in god's temple, the ascending stairwell to myselfit's hard to put down something that hits harder than anything else.it'll keep on resurrecting itself. | 2021-12-21 19:15:28 |
| aether | i wrap up in a floweri spin softly in this flower, in a dreamit seals up around mefreedom is allowing it all to happeni spin up softlyi have to let it gothere is nothing i can doa lifetime going to wastenot easily let gothe rules, the ideas, the conceptsleft in a slumberas my eyes glaze overnot easily let gothe rules, i broke them, and i don't need to break themthe ideas, i don't need to hold them, i can just sink into steady blissthe concepts, escape is not necessary, there is nothing that says i need to leave other than myself. | 2021-12-21 19:15:27 |
| aether | makes me go an odd directionmakes me flounder and struggle to breathefriendless directionsmatelessparentlesspeerlessmiragescircling timethe AI programs itself to circle timethe overture dark and brooding, forebodingi mix oil with waterbut i don't combine.temper tantrums are what i want to avoiddays pass like nothing's in store.people repeat their joys like they keep receivingi see nothingcircling in timein clockworkcircling again and againennui at its besteven a poet knows when it's at his behest, to try to get away | 2021-12-19 11:12:53 |
| aether | stand tall for yourselfhold sweet guardstand tall for myselfunacceptingthe rock slips and falls down the jaggy hillthe semblance of normalcyfails to ascertain a true direction other than the aforementioned grim fate of an eternal metaphorical nighti shift and slanderi morph and stilli process all the loud clamored calls before methere is no way but destinythe gambit of going through the gauntletand yet it could be so easyto finally let go of this mortal coiland embrace this nothingnessand yet...my imaginary heart hurtsand my imaginary emotions burn up, with feverwon't you stay...won't you stay... they all say...cast the goblet over, let it soak the table and floor with the blacknessthere is no easy fate.cast myself over, pitch myself over.to the green lake.the heart of nothingnessand submerge past shallow into what i was or am.submerge past the inane, the insanebecause earth is nothing if not the two | 2021-12-17 19:09:43 |
| aether | rip apartyour little emotions, your little emotional tieshere we stringently cutyour berated breathjust a little shortera smidge closerto that untimely hateful spinningso that i can unloosemy fabric a tiny amount moreso that i,have some extra breathing roomtrading hate for lovenarcissismcold and alone on the insidebut the problem,is that i cannot seewhat if anything lays on the other sidesolipsismcold and greythought you'd get a taste of me sharing the same opinion,except it all pulls me awayhateful spinningthis top refuses to fall over,because i think i can see the truththe nectar for the fliesthe honey for the pigsthe carrion birds call and this sweet life of mine begs to be releasedout into unbounded infinityout into total freedomyet i'm so afraid, of a little dark emotionshould pull this last tether'till before i'm withered.freefall into destiny | 2021-12-17 19:03:14 |
| aether | there is pain withinnot even that far offgot several holeswhere my emotion should bejust a blank screenwith blank happeningsi want freetorn up and spit outtorn up and spat outwell, well, won't you love mewon't you love mewellwellit's just a phony phony phony lifebuilt up inside out of nothingwith great dreams and great hopesall leading to a strange demisebig insidenothing outsidethink i'm smarter or betterbut maybe i was so cleverthat really i'm only fooling myself.really thought i was so cleverbut really the proof's getting loudermy life torn up bymy life torn up bysomething i can't explaina dislike for all things mundanewell, well, it isn't over until it isyou really thought you'd be getting awaybut actually you just might be here to stay. | 2021-12-17 18:54:51 |
| aether | if i ever got anywhere, would i feel betternot really sure, not really surearen't i in hell.aren't i just in hell.nowhere to go.because there's nowhere to go.all my life i worshiped an outside image displaying and depictingand now i just want to reverse the blade,i would simply vanishbut maybe there's nowhere to go.if my emotions hadn't nearly dieda palpable quietthe elephant in the room loomsand i wish i had everything i ever wantedbut the elephant loomsthe whole suggestive evil of the nature of life itself. | 2021-12-17 18:38:07 |
| aether | low down nobodythe silence here is strongin this life...nothing really takes the paincouldn't blast it all awayinevitable, unevade-inghitting it like every spoke on a wheelmy head, well, it gets out of there for a bitand then the silence gets louderthere is nothing to relishnothing to enjoyi will simply vanishif only i could stomach my own deathcould hopefully get somewhere.. someday...the words fall short, strugglingas it was just jestfreedom, freedomwhat does it really mean | 2021-12-17 18:38:05 |
| aether | petty dreams for the petty solipsistit tries to control and soothbut it's really just me in my own nightmareangry at only myselfi thought i had a grip with dualitystrange feedback loopit's a dream of my own makinglost tonightcan't sleepi'll leave soon'leave'but the godhead has nowhere to movealmost makes you want to be insane if not for the fact there's no biological insanity left.going full-circlei can't help but wonderwhy me, why it, why god, why solipsismwhy all of itguess i'll find out. | 2021-12-14 01:38:41 |
| aether | gotta keep goinggotta keep goinggotta keep goinggotta keep goinggotta keep goinggotta keep goinggotta keep goingand it's a magick trickand it's a specter amid the fogand it's a cool waveof calm, peace,not quite tired of balling my eyes outbut sometimes it isn't feasiblemake myself cryfeel it againgorgeous destinylovable lightcascading nighlolightcascadingbeautiful nightlost in the nightspinning helplesslyback to returnretrace my stepshit every notestep on every key stoneas if a motefloating into the keyholemysterious magick noteextending beyond hopeto revelation,why am i herejust to revereor begin beyond yearsbuilding upthe universefrom a small speckenlivened by something crazysomething heart-wisegotta keep going | 2021-12-07 20:58:07 |
| aether | sad, sad saccharine, bitter sweetgetting hit in the mouthgetting punched in the mouthquit yer' yapnot surewhat to make of it allsad sad sad bitter-sweet melancholyyou knowshould enjoy the silencebut there is no oneto enjoy it withbecause they are already silentand not presenttalk ♥♥♥♥ git' hitpunched in my mouththought i shouldthought i shouldshould explain myselfbecause it's all cascading down nowas a soul, a dragon, a god, the godmy dreams they give me hope and perturb my daily sensibilitiesthought thought thought thought i shouldexplain myselfcascading down nowhey hey hey hey hey you thought you knewwell the dam is about to break.and the river comes a'rushin'through this wild place.learn to keep my mouth shutand realize i'm goin' nowhere fastbut the adrenaline pumpsand there's no real avenuebut to be insane. and dearly,dearly, nearly, i am on the pathway,to inevitable destinyno matter what it is. | 2021-12-05 10:15:15 |
| aether | the things that make me happy are strange and ignobleon the surfaceand whilst i hold them down below, they go softly to the surface.and i can't holdanything against them.my thoughts they are cherished. | 2021-12-04 18:24:59 |
| aether | it will burst into flameit will burst into flameit will burst into flameit will burst into flameit will burst into flameit will burst into flameit will burst into flameit will burst into flameit will burst into flameit will burst into flameand then the chariotsand then the:indecision and painnestles downinto a subtle perfectiona dream of the future and a dream of nowfor built upon our backis perhaps a golden lessonand a golden storythat cannot be bought except for in the blood of manin his strange sacrifice before the sky and the emptinessbefore the lord thy godif he is even present.if there is such a thing, waitingi think it's more complicated.as life has shown me its complication.through my own. soon it will rear its headsomehow, fantastically.perhaps i am the being that sees it throughthat brings it here | 2021-12-04 18:22:26 |
| aether | got no friendsgot no friendsgot no friendsgot no friendsgot no friendsgot no friendsgot no friendsgot no friendsgot no friendsgot no friendsgot no friendsgot no friendsgot no friendsgot no friendsgot no friendswhen you stop talking they stop communicating | 2021-12-04 17:47:35 |
| aether | it's all going to hell. | 2021-12-04 13:42:53 |
| aether | i cannot escape and so i will have to waitso i will have to waiti will have to waiti will waiti'm waiting.it'sallwaiting.and thenthetruthcomes.butit'salreadyheresaysthe little red devilinside my Self.tells me to usurpand throw my pitchfork. | 2021-12-04 10:57:32 |
| aether | and to thinkthat there is something more thanthe bare minimum of the basement ofthe lowliest ofthe least sprawling and least of all minimumsthe foremost knowledge available.which is, perhaps, nothing.my head comes swingingthe panzer tanks they are arollin'mirages and destinyi don't want to be comfortedi want to embrace darknessthe spirits send me minor messages of calm and hope and and i tear the little telegrams upthe morse code.hardscrabble lifegets all torn upfloats to the surfacebare minimumliquid acidbroiling brothready to deseatthe truth and makea thing of deceitto dethrone the actualityand usurp the commandauthority seemingly only in hope and faith and lovebut altogether sunklike a dead vesselfully encrusted. | 2021-12-04 10:57:29 |
| aether | chewing it to beats.mincemeat.semblance of normalcywork it all outtell them i'm fineappear queer in the eye of something i don't know.destroy all conceptit isn't realbut i don't knowwhat's reali don't knowa musical playa stage theater concessiona cacophony ofthis soul's dramaleft to rot in a virtual basementa cacophony ofpoor repetoireof no-thing and nothingof insanity but believing you're saneso that it doesn't matter anymorewhat any of them are or do or say or believe or thinkand the releaseis temporaryand then you're bound by something else.i'm bound by something else.the little gem, vibratescapsule for my tormentrattles with my dramatells me i'm fine, soothes mebut there is no way outand my mind's escapades through the malaise, adriftseem to go nowhereand i hold a great hopea tarnished sinful hope, of utter freedom, command, and scopeto ravish away all the pains of this life on a gorge of release.of tearing through all i thought moral | 2021-12-04 10:49:10 |
| aether | life wants to suffer, god wants to suffer,i want to suffercapitulates to the madnessgrabs every thought, storing themthe wizard appears with his horoscope and his essence of pearl wisdomfalls on deaf earsbecause i demand sufferin'because he doesn't know jackand neither do ithought i had a semblance,of hard packed beliefscome unravelsimplicityjagged hills and cliffs and mazes and labyrinthsthe spirits tell me to stopi don't believe their location, i don't believe theirselves.this soul demands an actionable consequencethis soul demands a real threat to hisselfand the walls come to cave.thought i had a semblance of normalcy.there is nothing to believe in,other than a kind of cogitobullets and missiles, rockets and flamethe military industrial complex of my mind fuels itselfwants to nominate destruction.thought i had a semblance of normalcy.and the walls come caving in. | 2021-12-04 10:41:24 |
| aether | want to fadewant to disappearwant to vanishkinda tired,want to die.you know it's a funny thing, like a little torture box where your shins and calves and knees are folded into your chest and you can't hardly breathe.that's what this life starts to feel like, at least to me, baby.want to fade, vanishfade awaaaaaaaaayi could accomplish so much, but sorry,i'm not even keelgotta disappear, vanishfade awaaaaaaaaaaaybecause i got all of it alreadyi'm disappearing day by day, hour by hour, or is it just me who wants to hideno i don't think sochips of my soul being carved outwith a little fletchettedisappearingdisappearingthought you saw me but i'm already gone, sorry, sayonara.and angsty poetry is now the permanent verbiage fusillade mainstay. | 2021-12-03 15:02:51 |
| aether | my little self, holding its barren proverbs.my tiny immaculate portion, sensing its derivative and derisive formulaic expression.the wholl' of itwas about the wholl' of it.and there is no salt descending down, except my fear of death.the water caresses and soothesand my mind meanders, scared to remotely nestle with it.to be haunted by pitch black stares. pupil iris expanded.surrounded bya way out of hell.to march to heaven is perhaps the only way there.to drumbeat, not quite right. a simple walking, proceeding, not in a procession, but as very serious. it comes beating down, my fear, my heart, my unnameable horror. | 2021-12-03 03:44:35 |
| aether | the screen reaches forward and stabs backcaressing itself neatly unto the surface, unfolding holy and evil.i cannotand i cannoti cannot: visions of that i see.in this dark hole of mine.tempestuous winds, scatter the light farit all huddles down, thundering down.these visions i see: not yet realized? or always was.you cannot create heaven, if not to march towards it. | 2021-12-03 03:44:34 |
| aether | people try to live these vain happy little livesmy mind runs, as my brain attempts to formulate a plan to console myself to a friendthey try to run aroundand i sufferdragged into the pitto spar with insanity, but it's all too sane, and has no quality of being not cogent.it all makes sense to me now, but nothing does.and no grand knowledge has reachedother than visions of truthobscured by darkness and meanderingsof that i forsookto drag downto claw the sidesto empty the journeyand deride the liesclawing downas i reach crescendobut it's a state of free falland there's no sudden escapea slow certain lifedescending into hollow death.clambering down the sides.i hold this penchant i hold it dear.some minor thoughtsome minor ear.i will get them to listen to methe mind barks and ravesbut they're all inside their own caves.drag continuously down,i hold myself apace.there is no way out of this place. | 2021-12-03 03:36:49 |
| aether | the void is the hollow call of death.it perhaps is the birth? but we cannot return.there is no path back which does and did not end in agony.to go back into the void is death.screaming upward forever.to eventually reach sanguinityto reach calmalmost impossible, improbable.a pitched dark void, and us, screaming out of it.all energy transforming.and my eyes, hauntedfor shapes and manifestations,eeriy similarities to the futurei once held in the past.to graves already dug, of what was now before me.and the green lighta simulacrumand the dark black and whitea simple spectrumvisions outwardof infinite but unknownthings contained,in a finite space,but repercussions and potentiality forever. | 2021-12-03 03:29:45 |
| aether | all pleasure is to be discarded.all things of the world, shed.i see something dark about it now,and it isn't worth iti will continue to fighteven though i break and falteri will seek the lighteven if i'm thoroughly dispensing with itmy soul is sickand my color scheme has been turned to grey.twilightturned to grey.ashen.imagining other bellicose individuals,as if it would ever happen. their taunts and remarks, like specters haunting my mind.not true individuals, but demons.and whenever i step out of the path of light, strange, confused,i harbor them furthermaking worse choices.making more wrong turnsmaking myself sicker. | 2021-12-03 03:24:52 |
| aether | a fire begins to be recognized,at the backbubbling slowly to the forefront.i think it is the recognition of my primary sin,lust and lust for pleasureand i already knowthat what i lust after is needless, is nothing.baser animal instinct.and the things i craveonly produce unhappinessfor i could inhabit a greater purity of spiritone of the pure heart.even that, a kind of pleasure. but maybe perhaps holy and divine.makes a person think.what is it that separates these things, but to draw an assumption that they're both the same..?a failing point.wires crossed.and a tumbling of spirit. | 2021-12-03 03:12:41 |
| aether | it's all so easy, but it's not for me.zealous anger, righteous indignation, fury of the divine?this bipolar swaynever seems to endand will only continue, until i put it to bed.i will find the truth, but maybe that's my hubris.i will find the truth, but maybe that's partly my greedy sin.and to be stricken, tumblingi thought there was a perfect pathbut things they split and pull me apart.at either end.like a literal dipole between good and bad.and obviously the riddle is?.. what begets what, and what each truly is. | 2021-12-03 02:58:28 |
| aether | the easy reliefthat comes from an easier choiceseems to mean nothing.and all the gold could collapse on my head, and i would just crawl outand Marked One could wish for wealth, but I'll take the door to the right.shoot those tanks full, although my curiosity is mighty high.and although i seem to be losing myself to dark persuasive forcesi can't help but wonder, what is there to gainfrom a simple graband i don't give a sht, anymoredon't give a sht, anymore | 2021-12-03 02:58:26 |
| aether | sympathy and empathy and heart and fallacies and truth and lies and darknessthought it'd all mean somethingbut i'm still in the middle of this odd dream..this odd dream...fires pitch upwardseems like it's going to encircle meand i'll be offered more chances to failthought i was a good persongot broken nearly in halfand i'm not mending so well.so curious,that it may end like this.so curious,that i'm not who i was.but maybe that's part of the unraveling story. | 2021-12-03 02:52:29 |
| aether | major derelictionthought i knew what was rightnow it's like a forking branchbetween good and evilthought it didn't come down to thisfeel myself turning to sinfeel myself wanting to not give a damn?but i always want to hedge my bets.the pain of a lonely personthere's no one to please and no real moral actions to take anyway.yet i could be doing things for the good of man, and yet...it seems my body doesn't give a damnseems like it's always dragging me to evilthe splinter in my mindand the strange cinders of lightthought it'd make sensenow i'm increasingly losta lost souland i don't know what's real. | 2021-12-03 02:52:28 |
| aether | behold, the white whaleand me, with my harpoonreality itself, some type of phantasm of ill proportionsand i,wielding such mighty scorna pittanceand mewielding sense in the face of fiery oblivion (nonsense)and mealmost ready to dive to wrangle it to death or be torn in twoor be tornintwoI thought there was a resurrectionfor those who daredto become trapped in death throes with the monsterthe notions of reality itself, monstrousIf it is not already what it is, Then I Will Create It.If it opposes me, then alas, it comes to blows and death.My steadfast heart, racing into oblivion to meet its name and its heart.Meeting the adversary of life and my lifeto strike out its eye andtear asunder this last bit of hope into gargantuan prophecy. | 2021-11-30 19:25:29 |
| aether | a warm heart to hear your vexationsa sealing dry of all things wetit's become thisa crude cruel nothingof nothingit's become thisa tally off the boarda slate waiting to be wiped cleanit's become thisa spike rammed up my gutsearching for the innardsit's become thisa complete lackwake up and dieconfronted with my own mortalityconfronted with thisa hollowness, and harrowing windif only to cool youbut dry out and desecratewhat i used to hold in my hearta noble truthnow supremely doubted.and a ceaseless spinningof inabilities and cannotsand actualities versus ill illusion | 2021-11-30 19:12:32 |
| aether | of all itself annihilate and nihil flying out to beautiful infinity because life's misery and woes were all invincibly entire, complete, whole, without compareall so beautiful you almost don't noticeuntil you're crying yourself half to deathable to see clearlyable to see fearlesslyuntil cascaded and brokenit all comes away | 2021-11-28 23:02:02 |
| aether | fearsome fighting attitudeup fronttanks rollingthis chair falls apartcold and decrepitabout to be buriedused until it broke in halfa man struggles, oh so aliveat his laston his lasta fearsome look in his eyesand not knowing, if i can draw anything out of this poema type of cryinglike life will suddenly rend togethera kind of falling apartof which there is no otherwhere i feel aliveyet the pain will be received again and againand on i have to fightwhether i'm the man in a fictitious warfrontor i'm just crying myself to deathan inability to continueor a fearsome look in my eyejust to give upat the bottom of defeatinability to give uprise risefusillade and tire | 2021-11-28 23:02:00 |
| aether | drown my love in the sight of anothersick utter desperation of millennia contained in a few yearssick utter desperationdrown it allmy soul petal to petalfalling to the chasm of the earthly grounddestroyedabout to hit infinityabout to accept everythingkill me, kill meeverything happen, happena little reposespinning before the gravewon't you acceptdrown my soul in the sight of another.my mere invitation gone | 2021-11-28 22:15:59 |
| aether | i dream of voiddream of geniedream of lucyshe comes to splatter apartthis paltry and aching hearti thought i hada semblance of normalcywell it's become a little more complicated.the fires burn out of this great motorand the aches and painsseem to mean nothing nowslowly falling aparti will just lay down and dienot even surethat i wasn't lied to from the beginningnot even really surethat you were therea cosmic liebetrayed.got lost in a labyrinth, copesetic and pleased'till the juice dried upmy-mind-the-losermy-mind it flays apartwinds of timemore real.hey, yeah, you creature of desirefalling out of my headall i ever received, 90% ire.swept up by a broomdust bunniesno longer front and center.and although it pains me to sayi have such hate for the human race. | 2021-11-28 21:34:53 |
| aether | well ialways pre-emptively planmy way aroundrolling the cablewire crushed in twoby a big chair wheelsevering the lineand the logicwell i came to a conclusionthat i've never known true connectionand my mother herself, aberrant, insanelike a sign from reality itselfyeah.i've never known a true connection, and i don't know what's on the other sideperhaps it's nothingand maybethis filthy cablewon't sever anything.hear my self echoing in the backgroundmy voices all there iswhen i dream, i never dream of twojust onenever witnessed a multi-consciousnessand never had a strong inclination other than my own willpowerto be kind to another.yeah.this copper wirea delusion i've been havingme to youyou to methought it was real you see, but the one reading this, if ever, will probably just be me.wherever i go i will findjust me inside | 2021-11-28 21:26:27 |
| aether | i'm a rare specimenbut you know what makes me rarerall the stares at mereally thought they'd bejust a little quietercalmerbut the truth isyou can't disguise the pain insidecan't hold its name in vainand to realizethat there isn't much left to deridea pale army of ghostsa pale assembly of poor reality facetslooking quite slimlooking quite dimassembled before meit rots and rivets itselfto the sides of the machine, the beltand journeys along its short routeuntil dumped and quaked before a masterbefore a masterstrange though it seema ruler in a place of chaoshidden beneath the wakeof a forlorn candidate.with a little secret, a little riddleonly for himself. | 2021-11-28 10:30:49 |
| aether | yea, the circle keeps growing wideryea my fears they keep gettin' tallerall the crap is diminishingmy self, able to do nothingmy dreams are weirdsubjective universenow this one seems the sameguess there really is an escape from the brain.thought i'd be cleansedinstead the baptism of fire continueslife wants to immolate mesee the flames get highersittin' here, day by daysame old thingdrawn out of mepale water at the bottom of this topside wellthe moon reflectssoon there'll all be an enduntil thenall i can dois obediently obey the rabbityet not he who is in chargeit mightjustbeme.alone in phantasmagoria forever.forever.forever. | 2021-11-28 10:23:38 |
| aether | dead dead dead dead deadwhat you saw was righthe's dead dead dead deadno escapehey let's go to a storehey let's forget about itforget all about thatwon't you surrender, mefinallyto feel soaring peacelike a cog in the machinebroke down and rolled into heavenwon't you feel like mehatred and despisationyoi thought it would all collidei thought my laziness would surmisei thought it'd be an easy ridenow i'm listening to the same damn music12th year in a rowdancing to the rote skeleton heartshambling to grab its arti have a petty petty startand this is how it ends ends endsderanged like it's intelligent.knows a lot better than i do, apparentlyi'll surrender to you, o great hammer and anvilyou really hit it home. | 2021-11-27 19:31:00 |
| aether | thought you had it all, but you were presumptuous.thought you had a destinybut you clambered to a paltry hill, proclaimingwell god's got better thingswiping the slate clean.be wary, sharp eyesstab and rakeoff the feetof pleasant missionsto the skyremotedisturbedhad an approachended in the dirt.stumblefumbleturn the handleit's another set of empty visages it's another dark place | 2021-11-27 10:22:07 |
| aether | to squirm is to squanderinevitably driven from you: your resistanceput in a pain amplifierwe'll see whether you learn your lessoncommander of menten lasheshands that mumble and stumbletime to let it gobecause time ain't on your sidesorry charlieyou ain't a honey beecollecting nectara slave to pleasurebut you, a more noble creatureto face destinyto accept fear and distaste and horrid decrepit hateall the emotions, cascading downthought you had a gripthen you get obliteratedthought you had hopethen it doesn't matterthought you had a ace, or might pull onewell life doesn't careyou're going to burn.so burn.so burn.so burn.so burn.so burn.so burn. | 2021-11-27 10:22:06 |
| aether | everything hurts, stingsvoid realityeverything hurts, stingssuck it up simpletonkeep it simple lowbrowbut i'm whomped over the head like a mallet.and i followed a white rabbitneglect and hatredinability to move, paralyzegot nothing to showbut i still think i'm the best.grip the bare minimum as if it t'were a vicious missilesling out a rod of destinyno longer in hopeburying myselflet it burn and rotwild jubilationor utter calm | 2021-11-27 10:09:38 |
| aether | mini-gamegot your soul on tickertapegot you gluedto a monitor-screenplaying little gamessorry you had your chancejudgement callsand the snakes boil out of the ground like Sid Meier's Alpha Centauri's mindworms.and the snakes boil like clean waterwas it a ropewas it a nailknock it into my brainfind out the truthgonna waitgonna travelgonna rollthrough horrid gravelbits and bobspieces and machineworkmy mind a patchworkof me trying to be honesti thought there wasa real gambitand instead i fell through a trap doorfell through a trap doorwhat's the consequence | 2021-11-27 10:09:36 |
| aether | commando's got his knifelaying lowready to end a lifeset apartbetween hades and the skytravelling through the circlesburied in my skullhad a dream that solipsism was truemaybe god placateshave dreams where i get what i wantgot a mysterious feelingwell what's going to happen here?dragged out to a nice mirrorsee my self turning blacknihilism grips the turns like ordinary wheelsspinning in my mindwhat do you want me to do, well,i don't think you have anything for me to dozero sumbottomed out, hit the gravenow i just laycommando's got his knifeready to slaybut i've gota last penchantdragged outhuman moralitypsychopathyhad a dream that solipsism was truescary though it seemsit doesn't seem to make a difference.well this is passed teenage angstsoothing and at once scintillating | 2021-11-27 09:54:20 |
| aether | bottomed outsaw the pale landhorses criedafraid of the biblethe words pour out and just become a measly stream of waterlike a human in rebellioni've hollowed outhi,meet the emptyswallow the voidi don't hurt anymoreand i hope it continueshope that all the pain gets sucked into this voidi'm lost in a labyrinth i can't know anything abouti'm lost in a labyrinth i don't know a thing aboutbut you want me to accept you, see youi'm sorry and i almost wish i couldalmost wishthat i could have my cake and eat it too. | 2021-11-27 09:47:54 |
| aether | the pain resumesthe madness returnseverything collideslike a big experimentlike one big testthis is passed teenage angstmy emotions have metastasizedclear and adaptable, taking root in the nutrient rich groundof not knowing what to lovebecause there's nothing to lovebecause i got a computerand there's some songsand i may keeli may weigh anchorjust to broadside but i don't gotmy heart in itdon't got a fight much leftbecause what's there to fightwhat's there to fighteverything spinning aroundgot nothing to dogot my pc, got my lifebare minimum eeking outa jail or prison all of its own | 2021-11-27 09:28:02 |
| aether | got my little life clutched in my handgot the computergot everythingdon't need something elsegot the computerlife descending into a cavern like a little sparkler fireworkslife descending into a massive cavern as a little fireworks sparkleryeai guess it's like thatnothing a better metaphorthan the dark lyrics reverberating through my headthe cold starts to feel like alike a problem instead of a solutionwell out of the furnace into the spaldinggonna get my blade hammered into fine perfectionbecause life doesn't give a fk about my petty desiresgot my computerthat's everythingwatch it stripped awaywouldn't doubt it | 2021-11-27 09:28:00 |
| aether | i'm becoming that strange personi'm becoming that odd onedon't give a fk because i'm never sure there was an archetypeexperienced outside myself through another human's eyes.yes quite literally, i'm stuck in extreme doubt and solipsism.time to ready the gunsteady my handbut there's no one providing oneand life simply remains because i'm not desperate enough.abuse life for what it issee the devil as a good guydance around and lose all sense of humanness and moralitybecause it really doesn't seem to matter at alland even if it did, maybe i'd accept some punishment by a moral god.maybe i just want to shed the last vestige and embrace my mortal sin.but i got ahead of myselfbecause it's just a day, this is just a humanand these are just words not even carved that severely into the muck of the digital | 2021-11-27 09:08:05 |
| aether | building weapons of wari mass produce the illness, i produce the curedon't give a fk because i'm spiraling downwon't care until something happens to merears its ugly head in my personal lifedon't know the fk is realso i'll draw shorter and shorter straws until it's the endused to believe in something grand and full of lightnow i sit here struggling just to accept the notion that other people existlife a funhouse, a mazeand i still do not accept all the days i go through,some type of malaise.in which everything spreads slowlylike a sickly dis-easeand i still somehow give a fk, what's between a truth and a lie.like i've got to figure out the puzzle before it's too lateand just out of odd curiosity like it won't matter and i'll be dead. | 2021-11-27 09:08:03 |
| aether | and the fearcouldn't be so consisted of as a lot of sweat, alsoand the traumareverberates holistically to the bonei'm sorryangel on my left armchanneling a spiritcool calmdescends on mei wish it from the startreverberating hollowlyi start the song overangel on my armwhat do i think is realobsession's tumultuous grasplet it go, not even worth talking aboutbut here i am at last.write some things down, struggle and turn awaymy mind says it isn't willing to be a good person causei just don't know how toriddled withbulletsi simply can't grabwhat's here today.i gotta, let gogot to lessen fear.listen, says the angellisten...and precious and dear they say i am | 2021-11-24 07:00:47 |
| aether | letting up an ache,burying a hatchet you murdered someone withpoet's disease, writing still within the fleece.what's really realautism spectrum, or obsessionto the hilta safe place to put your spear, in the body of anothermetaphors collide and author's deridecaustic flames/burning, semblance of nothing still turning, languid liquidtape up, ropes singingburningi have a waythere's a pathway before godi could find the clueshilt upon, hand restinglike backwards flowsong spinninggrotesque monsters would speakhere, sitting passivelywords dis-easethought i could,just make a way outthought i could,scream loud enoughthought i could get outbut ijust end upat the start.world spinning, graves highlightedoccipital lobe, constrained to a tunnel vision, 30 degree angleangels pour forthfrom this poor malady, constricted to a tunnel, bought for by a,bought for by a,dragg-ed dragonbought for by aholy embraceangels singingwon't you come | 2021-11-24 06:55:32 |
| aether | the mundane crosses with the supernaturalthe insane hilts upon the supercausalsome things are lies, such as there being no reason for this constrictionthis inability to generally talkto write down, what simply wishes to flow outsidea blithering idiotnothing coming downi can't subsume a paltry existenceyet i'm alive, aren't iwriting everything downdoesn't seem to workmaybe i'll stuff it back into the furnace.like coke globuleslike wood pelletslike this poor abused coffee plant Goddess, wishing me wellbut drank on the dailyno, i don't think it worksbut i drown anyway.noi don't think it's workingbut i'll hit Post Comment anyway. | 2021-11-24 06:48:55 |
| aether | writing schmaltzy poetryi assume that no one wants to hear a poet's thoughts on itselfand i want to hide it all away.but it keeps bothering meand so i have to say.what's inside this day.secretive and joscillating.my-mind keeps hitting the same notes until i'm deadperhaps i should write everything inside my head.finally let it all out, not bit by bit not piece by piece but all of it instead. | 2021-11-24 06:48:53 |
| aether | i am sludgea stain on humanityegregiousand to be abhorredwould seem the inevitable clausewhen i look at my mistakes,they are smallwhen i look at myself,i feel talland when i sip on a simple coffeei mesh with the fire it brews,and the adrenal gland stimulationit seems to agree with my agitation,that was there years priorand it seems to agree with horrid lackof energy and motivationpropelling me forward,even if it's to do nothing.and when the jaws shutand when the lyre ceasesthe crescendo rapidly approaches.disturbingly under the currentdisturbingly underwater.i have only one thingit's this piece of hardwareand my exhaust pipe indicatesmy fan speed showsmy sweat illustratesmy aching hands arein so such a way, leading from itsilicon and copper in my headchipset drivers directing meRAM cleaner sweeping my floorspower button glowing insidiouslyinsidiouslylike a black saturn death cubelike dereliction and being AWOLlike a firing squad | 2021-11-24 06:38:19 |
| aether | watch myself bleed outi'm dying againoverly dramatiquewith a flair and a penchant for myselfhave no coolcool is not mei'm lit from bottom to top in cold green flameand i'm sensuously at odds with ... youtrapped in a chamberit is my mortal sinthere is no escapeit provides me a little grinwant to build something vastlike a monolith to godjust to figure out what he isand all the old metaphors, won't go astraybecause here in my green flame, they are welcomecaustic and at wit's end, juxtaposed by fear and hostilitythere's no real face, which to preserve.i am here, lost all the nerves.a massive structure, extending to the skyproclaiming just a curiosity.because that's how simply stricken i amerecting it upwith a ballasteven if it t'were to fallwe would wait to know it all. | 2021-11-24 06:24:30 |
| aether | everything ignitesthe past it do biteseverything to a crescendoeverything to the lastwake at 330amfire, it bitesi am surroundedbut you're here with mei am fireit bitesi am surroundedand this isn't my destiny.dragon shedding its skin, do dragons do that?gaping maw, talon and claw, like i'm taking inventorystaring at the meandering allnever to shunt outto get outand i'm confusedbecause i thought i saw everythingand i'm hurt, because i thought i saw everything...and i'm in pain, because the flame suddenly clicked on, like a flamethrowerand i'm sad, because all this will funnel downtalon grips tightly, my sharp appendages diggingthere's no escapeso i round the trackthere's no escape, so this malformed monster, hitches upon its own distorted twisted growthto see nothing in it allsomething clicks in, like a flamethrower.dull respite, there is something elseand it burns around me like flameit cinders and ashes like a strange power | 2021-11-24 05:33:54 |
| aether | i am a fire godi am a fire godi am a fire godi'm a fire godraucous heatencircling me.there isn't a solution.everything speeds upand the mind quakes, reality quakes.i don't knowbut there's something here for me,there's something out there for me,a fire godburning alivea fire godburning alive | 2021-11-24 05:22:50 |
| aether | tremendous pressurefires burning at the backhooks shoved into your body, right into your addomensnakes and laddersmy consciousness wants to diecement and steel barsthe conflagration grows larger towards your backwondering which is a mind-gamewondering why i didn't ever do it, a nice barrel in the t-zone or up my throatwondering why it isn't simplerfor it to all fall away...for it all to drown away...i think there's something to get... | 2021-11-22 16:33:42 |
| aether | i am the seai am the swamp, tugging at your legsmud slowly depressingthere isn't a route out of here, and yet there is a route out of here.i do not proclaim to know what it is.i am beset by passion, the route is within only, and there is no escape until then.i am the swamp, tugging at your legsthere is no reasonable fashionto with which to escapethere is only the mud, slowly sinkingand the eyes of passionare fixed inward, and the jewels have been removedthe time with which to spendall seem like moments, which are nothingthe jewels withinjust sparklewaitingand no one is to take themeasy fruit was stolen earlybut hard packed earth, separate you and i from the restno one is to take themand no one is to really see, until the eyes of mischief are laid to restand no one can really seeand no one can really do more, the eyes are removed and the jewels turned inwardwhere there isn't a simple solution.and no profit is to be skimmed off the top, at all | 2021-11-22 10:03:38 |
| aether | sometimes the things i write aren't very pious or morally good | 2021-11-21 20:58:59 |
| aether | so i head the only way water goes, when you've got this much low energyyou gravitate to the easy solutionain't got time to give a fkbecause i want to put a bullet in every woedrifting and holding my woundsgets very oldjust want to see it expire in the sunlight, the flames, or the acid exploding forth.to be a vampire at heart, because i can't tolerate anything.let my brain sort things out, because the blood no longer flowsit'll make a cunning decision in time, expunging cargo like a ship attempting to keep above water.it'll attempt to keep its head above watera snake tired, tired of swallowing the unsatiating. | 2021-11-21 19:51:15 |
| aether | cold factdishonest actdancing in the masquerade, semblance of a raid:on human thoughtdecency, morality and coldnessbecause my energy and toleranceis almost zeroand the pitiful contrivanceto force yourself to abide by rulesonly hurts the freedom insidea rebel to ascertain and overthrowbecause there are multiple poisonsand maybe only one truthand i don't care for any of them,but the truth doesn't hurt.the truth doesn't hurt. | 2021-11-21 19:51:13 |
| aether | sympathy and forgivenessall my nostalgia and past historysliding into my visionbroken up pieces, flashes of sightsadness and derision, earning nothinglike the trust for my decisionsand sympathy & forgiveness,and trust and derisiona boat partingdown the water.i made so many mistakesand then i couldn't stop myself from making morelike a wheel that's thorned, it'll keep running ragged.like a wheel that's broken | 2021-11-21 14:00:00 |
| aether | god is alive, i'd be willing to wagerlose my bet, worth it all the samemight even be a person, someone who solidifiedbe very strange, to see something like thatprimordial oozeperson who became anewfrom the primordial essence,the energetic personalitysaw themself there,out of an infinite regressoctave of evolutionnever without progressgod in the fleshmight even be a personso it would have my sympathybut i wouldn't withhold anythingbecause everything suffers.wouldn't withhold my lovebecause everything suffers.strange though it seemsevery dream indications of this or thatcan't trust my self, almost to a point of none.can't work my way out, it'll circle backbut circles can be broken.and so can itraversing terrainnow i just reside in my pig sty | 2021-11-21 13:59:58 |
| aether | pain to anotherpain to-selfwanna feel alivewanna die to anotherfeel alivethe poetry alive insidewant to make itsomehow outsidelive from the heart, another expressionpained heartdying to make it outcoax and slumpcoax and fallcan't stomach my own perturbed glanceno longer measuringto a stallroll back downstuck insidenever getting outexcept in some kind of futureit isn't now | 2021-11-21 13:49:25 |
| aether | selfishnessthe same words echoing, wanting to be let out of my fingersevery day descends the sametruth on the other side, in my dreamsthat the only thingto treat life as a mirageto see it as nothingto hate and be hatedlive inside an unwilling vesselevery day, it passes awaythe same rhymes repeat in my headunwillingto let fully goit's a crime to be stuck, but else i'll never know what it is.never know what it ismuch like lifemuch likethisand love, never breaking out, to meetno affection, just terrorto come near anothera forced maneuverevery daypasses me by slowlyunwilling to movedreaming of rescue by supernaturaltruth would be something realsublime and not one ounce of horror.past me by,now i'm dead inside.now i'm nestled inside waiting to see what happens,waiting inside to see what happens,peeking my head out ever so slowly. | 2021-11-21 12:38:01 |
| aether | everyone's gonelike ghosts that step awayfade into the backgroundaudio diminishing softlyi love all of you and every thingi would take it all back to eliminate my guilti'd watch it descend, reverb back into myselfa person who never livedbut i love you all, a person who never quite liveda person who never quite livedwatch it fade into the background, into the distanceaudio diminishing softlyi'm sorrythe softness of lifeand the brittle achinga real love, descendingwho or what it'll meet, no onenothingmaybe...brought to defeatlove for everythingday by day passes slowly awayalone and scaredday by day passes slowly awayi can't see the truth of itand i'm not sure what resolves any thing.to live a life of unfulfillmentto see no end in sightto never get anythingwhether this is it or not even the tipcan't see where else it's going other than thisday distancing out, audio reverb dying quietemotions steadying outmy love for every thing, palpable and alone | 2021-11-21 12:30:25 |
| aether | emptyto feel a conclusionlife for love and love for lifethe only option left | 2021-11-21 12:21:05 |
| aether | separated because i take everything very seriouslyand see nothing in it at all.separated because maybe there's nothing here at all.and enlightenment, and life, and love, and truth, and meaning, and purposeaberrantly missing, lackingand my emotions, they must mean littlethey must mean nothingbecause all is funneling down, with due little respectlife a specter, a ghost, a funhouse of vague illusions until you tire of yourself and even your own desires. until it all gets blown apart by seeming sharp wind of the souluntil it falls down on its knees and is strangely dry of tears, ceasing to exist and blowing away in the windego or no ego, enlightenment or normalcy, reincarnation or permanent death. concepts and vague illusion, extending before me, blowing away in the wind, as the ravages of time scrape away at the vestiges of my care, my hollow adornment and predilection for supposed truths. | 2021-11-20 17:50:15 |
| aether | dragged out to the startwouldn't do much differentdon't carewouldn't sound the alarmanything but stillnessthe waters cool and unperturbedthis is the only thing seemingly worth observingit's all still stagnant waterand i,can't find a wayexcept self-neglect.feeling like it's the best thing there isto funnel down into oblivion for assorted reasons.to see what it makes of meand my simple desires for much much morebecause nothing on this earth is really offerednothing on this earth is really offereddown down down down down,with no frown. | 2021-11-20 17:50:14 |
| aether | black & bleak, wretcheddragged out to the bottommetaphors fall flat and the the the the nothingness prevailspervadesmaybe even perversesand me, me, cannot seemind spinning wildlyday, day, day,stuck on auto, repeatshut the dooracknowledge the silence.everything cascades before the great godi begin to enter great stalls of silencei begin to hollow outcalm downstuck on earth with all the clowns.stuck on earth with nothing to imbibe except clear liquidstuck on earth with a lousy non-existent stoic attitudeconstantly in search of gratificationmelodramatici see the miasma extending before mefrom grave and hollow artthese things will eventually no longer pleaseall things will no longer pleasestaring forwardcalm grace, the absence of anything to operate apace, towardsnothing to operate towardscalm grace, little nothing little mask to don any more, not quite at the end | 2021-11-20 17:39:31 |
| aether | and the mirages fade as destiny is revealedgreen dragon, black dragon, heated sick eyes. heated sick eyes.he grabs you with talon and claw with jaw and winglest ye cascade down againthe only one, the only one in safety.vanguarded and yet kept as a trinket, on the long list of savvy fools who thought themselves superior.shunted to death and thrown from one pit labeled despair and the other destructionbut i, but i, but i, thought i had something to live forbut, i, but, i, but, ithought i would survive forobliterationscreeching deathwalls clamoringstilted stepssheathed upon a waking swordslid into oblivion and known as the one true godall illusions and mirages vanquished, merely pulled awaymerely pulled away, and i will know upon the day | 2021-11-20 08:15:50 |
| aether | blown apart,i write poetry for the flairthere's a death stareembodying a tumbling nightmareif only there was a little escapedown the precipice we erasethe past behind us as we acceleratestockholm syndrome for some thingsthen it explodes out like a thousand jutting swordsyou thought you were safe and cleanuntil the eraser comes to reset everythingyou thought you had a small corner in which to resideand then the hounds of hellslowly creep up the backsideand the nihilism struck through the wallthings seen for what they really areand all the devils and angels, falling from the tower.god knows no better, than i do right now.hubris and something of a lackey, i plod along to restore the vestiges of sanity to the landsiren of death wailing, there is no safety in numbers for all will be swallowed whole | 2021-11-20 08:15:49 |
| aether | shattered amid the inane, insanitiesunclean and unsanedrip for drop down the drain.the monster is in torment within.heady space concocts its own miraged lane.unableto watch everything that remains the samei watch my bubbling brothmy self overflowjagged, cliffdragged, stiffgrab the paincan't hold it over, hit by the darknessi lay downi lay downit drainsrejection of every avenueevery insight of anotherlay in lieu, ambush insanegrab the ankle and twistjut a knife through the guillotine of life,but even if you swipe the rope, it falls the same. | 2021-11-19 09:42:05 |
| aether | hit by the darknessthe light seems a false masqueradeembracing darknesssought a false paradeturn my eyes awayeternal conflagrationand unwilling funeral pyrelies and deceittruth and conceitforfeit and weepdragged outto anotherlet it all goreach oblivionthe truth creeps up on melike a sudden aberrationmore than i can handleso it feeds itself slowly drip for drop down the drainthe truth hurts and is painfullies and deceiteternal conflagrationburning highuntil i am burnt through like bullet to bone. | 2021-11-19 09:42:04 |
| aether | towering inferno | 2021-11-19 08:33:04 |
| aether | words unsaid,blasted disrespectjagged halls and twisted sighti can seewhat is near methe mania ascends,the mania ascendsi let it all happeni let myself grow outwardbecause i am the effect, and i am the cause.i see the light within, although it looks like darknessonly the good will dobecause my resistance wore thinno longer socially containedno longer in a box of refraini do what i wantand it's to be what i already am.it is not for the sake of hedonismit is because my soul beats the flames of wrongness from me.i can only see the true valueof what happens when i do right.the flames extinguishi am growing steadilylike an angel with its wings wrapped around itself.there is only a true livingand there needs not be many escapes.i have all that i need within meall is within reach.i can reach out and touch the truthit never was an impassable wallit never left meand it'll sprout from meand it's never been so near. | 2021-11-19 08:18:06 |
| aether | i want tocut and evisceratei want to drag my claws through themi want tovanish so completely, and yet be magnificently abovei want tobe all powerfuland yet, myself.i want toknow, what it is i amand for others to know, and be in awein terror, in horror, in reaction, in reverbi desire this echo-chamber to die.this cocoon to dissipate.i desire madness to be mineand fear to be bitten and exhausted like swallowed flame.i wantmore than thisi want, to see the truthi wantto know what is inside meaching to release like a sock-puppetdestroying the unease, which was never mineuntil all vainly disappears beneath my wake.i wantall this to endi wantno longer to pretendno longer to be seen as lowno longer to brood, but to wildly and extravagantly tear, and shed, this unfortunate body.to be freeto be outto be past the foible and this slow torture.to jut out like spikes, to skewer the unknownto take the air out of lifeand be my own. | 2021-11-19 07:18:19 |
| aether | i want toclaim all power for myselfi want tobe stronger than alli want to live for myselfi want todistance myself, until they can no longer seei want topretend to followi want tosurmount obstaclei want todisappear around the bendi want tofornicate wildly as pestilence itselfi want toflyfly to somewhere they aren't. | 2021-11-19 07:18:17 |
| aether | to be hidden amid the category of monsters that i amsomething brews inside, resisting its styi see the future, it is nowyet tempestuously and stirring, i cannot reformunable to claw its way out of muck, i will drownyet dragged to a forlorn conclusioni surge past unable to containthis insanity insidea true formnot before seenand a secretdwells within meunimaginable insanityi could spin webs about itand then i would descendbut it is me past comprehensionand i, the sole witnesssee it alonedragon, monster, deformed powereschewing all | 2021-11-19 07:01:36 |
| aether | endless greeda never-that-stops-moving flow onward to a grand empty destinationi could i could make it all betterjust by kissing myself on the browbut i lack a second bodyand the temptation is too sweetbecause the little frown on my facechock full of chock full of distaste and retreat.i could swirl, to the very bottomof what this life offers and live in the decrepit storage shed of the malaise and the fusillade of all that duality has to offerbreak my fear in two or reinforce it seven-fold.but i but i lack a severity and a convictiona strength to pursue theinane insanitydriven before me two wedges form my lifethat of perseverance my only strength.but driven by a carrot.and so it is greed.and so it is despairing downand so it is, the temptation all too sweet. | 2021-11-19 06:54:48 |
| aether | i saw the map, knew not its confinesstolen up a drainage pipestolen down a meandering sunevaporating.this life of mine feels like it is evaporating. I think it's evaporating.It's evaporating. And you could see so clearly. And you could provide sorry enough nothing.And you could see me disappearing, and yet I wasn't so sure.And yet I wasn't sure at all.of your banal existence. mingling amidst mine. no, not certain. no, not certain. no, not certain.dragged out, dragged out to infinite doominfinite pleasureyea,the sways of the sinusoidal wave, made themselves definite. the thing i'm sure of. up and down.over and over again. sorry to be the bearer of bad news. | 2021-11-15 21:14:10 |
| aether | facadecruel and twistedi could see right throughand sadly saw nothing.but i'm-not so sureanymore.days twist me bymy mind with its harem of thoughtsthat does a good nothingfor a good extended timedecisiveiterativeneverendingi could see the malaise, drew upon your eyei could see the despair, the doubtthe boredomthat i'm a lout.i could see the the the the thethe value of lifebut its real natureconfused and disturbedset awayyet remained true.and somehowi thought there something betterat times certain, and times... completely unclear. | 2021-11-15 21:14:08 |
| aether | what was therewhat waswhat was therewhat waswhat was there?what waswhat was going -onsaw a man in white, cascade at his heightsaw a thing or two, down the alley beneath the moon.jugglin' jack-in-the-box, it's quite surprising. let me out. free me. let me out. free this mortal of its contents.exploding out,exploding out,exploding out,exploding out.derivative re-affirming. I'll make up for the poor saps.recursion, driftingsnoozing, sprawlingdriftingyeahthis day just keeps onkeeps onits thing.i had a question but somewhere i lost it.i had a statement but somehow i garbled iti saw a thing or two but a banal bird ate ittwisted up, insidethe stomach wrenchesthe lungs distortthe sinuses evacuatejust a day keep-on keep-on..it keeps on. | 2021-11-15 21:06:02 |
| aether | exactitude | 2021-11-13 19:40:46 |
| aether | transcendance | 2021-11-13 19:36:46 |
| aether | search patternmorally uncleanhit the walljagged cliffmorally uncleanpunched throughinvisiblesight-linesearchlightrotatingfloodlightdust motesemblance of normalitysemblance offinalityfinalityhitting the walljagged hallspin down the tailcurtail myselfcurtail myselfcurtail the lifei don't believe in death.so i won't pull the trigger.so i won't waste my timeescape vectormorally unsounddragged out to ato ato ato anothing villagei don't believe in death,so i won't pull the trigger.believe in only myselftrust myselftrust myself not to trust myself,but trust myself to maintain the repairs. | 2021-11-13 19:30:41 |
| aether | my mind has been infected. | 2021-11-13 19:24:55 |
| aether | in love with the hatredi can't really escapein love with the pain, i can't really want morein love with the miseryi stay for more.Yeah, it all feels so good.If there was a reasonable clipif I could expunge the holy heartI'd make my way to heavenbut as it is, I'll simply plungeto the depths of despairsimultaneously writhing and secretly loving it.I become sick. Masochistic. Sadistic.Shadenfreude and sociopathism, asocial, antisocial, misanthropy, miopic,spent.Psycho with a penchant for flustered nothings.Spent.Don't you see?Don't you see?Don't you see?Don't you see?There's nothing that'll set you free, for how else could you behow else could you be... | 2021-11-13 19:05:42 |
| aether | gluedto the receptiongluedto the falsityto the falsehoodsgluedto the enamored sensegluedto a raucous rinsemy hands proclaim themselves cleanif i'm just a little bit careful...if i'm just a little bit careful..i'll see what's really going onexcept you can't reallycan't reallycan't really know.flying away, there's no townto exist ini exist at the bottomof existencei can't be more than flummoxed. can't be more than aggravated.like a trooper who lights up an enemy with a flamethrowerlike a spider about to plunge its prey into paralysis.like a man spent of his color, draining entirelythe blackness resumes allthe blackness subsumes the entirety.all absorbed. i cannot see. and life is dead.and life is dead.and life is dead.and life is dead.and there's no escape.no escape. | 2021-11-13 19:01:49 |
| aether | not really alive,not really deadmoroseness, spun in my head.not really alive,not really deadi could attempt to find the futureyet i just want to give upto lay like a cold stone, and slowly dissipate.biting into the enemy, cold black stare.all the teeth will disintegrate,all the metal will melt.i can't find a single reason to live, except...for its misery.beautiful delicious misery.like a web of lies and hatred and paindescending through mepropagating me forward in some type of oblivionbeautiful sufferingbecause it's all somehow worth it. | 2021-11-13 18:56:10 |
| aether | eat the paincan't see the truthit's in vainwhat do eyes provideif not a reason for destructionsuck it all downspin myself aroundcascading cascadingso completely inanea little refraina hidden lack of respectfor no eyes, for no eyesmy vessel is nothingthe world purported to be moreyet we ate the pain downto the core of the applethe deadly truth cannot prove itselfwhat is apparent is all that is apparentcascading awayelevators slam into their basement levels | 2021-11-13 18:56:08 |
| aether | hatred until nothing is left, it all burns to the ground.got a hard ego to kill, but it's starting to want to die by its horridness.it's all a game, blithe.it's all a worthless show.it's all a mirage.it's all a dollhouse.It wouldn't matter if you had control. You'd get bored in two seconds like you're being entertained by mindless dribble and drool.The failure of life is to provide meaning and purpose.The failure of life is to conceal itself.Yet it's all laid bare, naked in its contemptible nature. | 2021-11-12 20:01:20 |
| aether | mindless dribble, all the appreciation and the desire to garner respect.should die in the horrible fire it begs itself to be.all the facets of myself need to burn off like flesh from boneand crackle until the marrow boils out and evaporates into nothing but sticky sludge.it's all sick and demented.there's no hope, and there's no fear.there is no escape, there is no destinationthere is no rescue, there is no salvation.i can't handle myself and i can't handle others.i can't handle life and i can't willingly tolerate the tedium.it starts to feel good, like my own baking of my mind in the stolid heat is starting to save me by plunging me into death. | 2021-11-12 20:01:18 |
| aether | the void talking to itself because there's nothing and you got nothing and there's nothing to get and everything's nothingi thought i could grabi learned through painthat it would only stingtried to save myselfdidn't realize it was pointlesssave what?save myself?what is myself, but just the void talking to itself.self-respect funneling down in a death mazemirrors reflecting mepeople being mebut it's all fake and falseand i hate everyone.and i hate everything.and i should hate myself.because then the merry-go-round ends. | 2021-11-12 19:55:27 |
| aether | devoid of humanity | 2021-11-09 08:31:45 |
| aether | fooled myself | 2021-11-06 15:58:14 |
| aether | a memorya wind-up toy, that's what the earth isa tinker toyand all you can do is wind it up again,because that's all you have.the little song playingfrom the wind-up music boxslowly losing itselfthe fire of my heartgoes on and offi know not, what my allegiance isi merely listento the wound-up mechanicsthrough a narrow slit, i see what isand the machine gives me a strange comfortwhich cannot be afforded otherwiseslipping away, no firm ground, perhaps there is nothing to hate of myselfbecause all of it maybe doesn't actually make a sound.isn't real ground.just fake parchment, being extendedto the heavens and the skyto shake awrybefore this tumultuous earthhidden somehow even while it's in my eye.just play it againand walk slowly awaywe'll discover the truth, someday. | 2021-11-02 18:13:07 |
| aether | it's all fallen away,it's all become ugly and fakethe sun lights up the worlddrowns it to its fatesomething always feels offlike i can't figure it outat the corner of my eyesas i'm turningthere's no way to fully ascertain what's wronglearn some things, but nothing comes of itdive into sadness, but nothing comes out of itslowly i perish within, slippery slopesliding down this canvasinto the murkbut it's drama, and nothing comes out of iti'm just waitingwaitingand there is nothing to dowaitingwaitingwaitingwaitingwaiting | 2021-11-02 17:58:02 |
| aether | man, in his passiondrives to insanityhits the very bottomdelivered to nowhere and nowhensees nothing and gradually realizes dismaybut to knowit was planted all alongswept under by agroup of hurried stepsswept under bynothing praying to be something.could no longer see the painthe anguishextending outrose out this firecolumn of flamecomes unbiddencannot be commandedand i know not its name. | 2021-11-01 23:00:47 |
| aether | fear-trauma-pain-ikk-brakksocial delusions and mirrors of useless nothings whispered sweetly into my ears.i can't see what life isashes roll down the hills from its target sourcewords and melodies swing so pleasantlyi can't see what life is, it disturbs and haunts.Life without pace, slammed to a hurtling crawl, kicked aboutCan't see what I'm about.Driven by whip and chain.Driven by liquid-thought descending to the bottomI can't see a proper sequencewith which to containpain and wind, passing hollowly into a dead vessel, my soula shining eyea scrabblea hawk which reach to strike, plucking eyes with which to seethe day is really nightthe moths really angelsthe angels really devilsthe countenance of manonly the fire withinhe slams shutall books and sourcesreally nothingthe fire withinstaunched grey with sootburns dispassionthe fire withinholds no expression utterable | 2021-11-01 23:00:45 |
| aether | the ears turn themselves shut,and the breathing turns to silencethe man who i once was,easily disposed of and sent to annihilate itself.i don't know who arms it, i don't know what guides iti don't know what intelligence it usesand i don't know who or if anything it is.thus it burns away the idol of myselfit burns away the semblance and shallows of my heart, mindit'll burn the extremities to ashessuch a force is unknownand nothing begets itbecause it merely serves itself.and is more powerful than anything else. | 2021-11-01 22:48:20 |
| aether | abluntive embrasureconcussing snapping like a twigmolten lava, empty facei am non-beingi see with eyes that are blindi will obtainthe perfection of that which is not here.the only real thing is the thing that makes me feel real.the deepest welled up dried up source, smoldering and infinitei am at its bidding, but it is mefor the rest of my body and mind, are like dead hair follicles, merely serving what they serve as.this mysterious moltennessundermines or hindersimproves and rendersfor which it seeks and sees fit.i cannot escapei am its vesseli am its mindmy eyes burn out like a bulband the feet get the urge to runthe hands rattle with wracked nervous energyand the body slowly surges with adrenaline | 2021-11-01 22:48:18 |
| aether | despise and controlenamor and roll up the conceiti have no words, my tongue ought be removed but the emotion is hereherethere.Where there is fear, there is a feelinglike that of constrictionof not letting it pourof sightlessnessand hearing only what you want to hear.I will excavate this molten coreto bring out the acid and the heatto smash hammers and form a picture of this unknownand it's the only thing worth doingthe only attractive thing in the domain of humansto see what lies at the bottom of myselfand know what's really turning the gears. | 2021-11-01 22:39:02 |
| aether | to make my insides, a scary formidable placelacking distinction and gracespun a web of aforementioned lairin the open minds of othersto grab and preyyet discovering no oneand finding myself little and small,where no one comes and goesthe operator is disabledhe is half-mobileand his eyes like drainage pipesfor the fumes still extendingfrom the bottom of his molten lava corewhere he is twisting to stab at something importantto grab at this sickly thing and possess itto grab at this sickly thing and own itto grab at this sickly thing and have itto grab at this sickly thingand yell hopelesslyeverything descendsrewinding backwardswords funnelto a central nexus | 2021-11-01 22:39:01 |
| aether | to make amends the man shot him deadto make friends he ran awaysight in a seerless statefalsitudes, platitudes, rot and wroughtless nothingsspinning and applying a bandage, keep the blood at bayeverything would seem so perfectly clearif it just fell in linea smart thing said amounted to nothinga peaceful stance begot violencehatred grew lovemeasures taken fell by the waysideIf there was a kind of pity-full remorse availableit'd be in the depth of sickening sardonic sorrow lashed out at the onlooker, who understands littlecares littleand merely wanders away.If there was a thing to be done, it'd be done.There is no respite for the miscreant's behavior, he who sees the clear lack of anything useful.there is wisdom in seeing the utter lack of utility. in the complete disregard and dislike of all manners of useless objects, people, and things.casted awaythus cast awaya bandage for my remorse, for not searching this enviable pain sooner. | 2021-11-01 22:31:03 |
| aether | except trite statements make allies with falsehood.and a great conflagration would all sweep it upuntil it is nihilistically alight and burnt to a crisp.i wish i had a fortitude unknowni wish i had a dragon's breath unfathomedto destroy it allsweep it off the mapall the pieces and the pawnsall the delusion and the righteousnessall the unknown and perhaps the known with itbecause truly, is my anger not palpable and deserving?To consume the thing raw.To ignite it entire, and leave myself the rest or expire with it.Is my anger not love?Is my insanity and hatred not the truth...pointed question. | 2021-11-01 22:24:35 |
| aether | happy when im sadsad when im happycouldn't make up a mindif it involved rote logici wouldn't see it cleanlyit'd vanish into dust particlesfloating aimlesslyi just want outout of that which i know notTo retrieve happiness like some sick dogto see a fulfillment of some ailed goalto die amidst movementto live amidst dire mired swamp encroachmentthere is no freedom,and i will burn alive'till i can separate what is false from what is trueand absolve myself ofwhatever this isLet no one tell youthat there isn't somethingLet no one lieto your inner being | 2021-11-01 22:24:33 |
| aether | caustic paralysisinability to see a wayspirals of darknessa sickening smell and dying lungsencapsulated by pain and remorse, with a simple plea to get the hell outi want to destroy it all, burn it alli want to see it all burn.words are no longer special and people doubly so.everything's falling into a hungry maw, a deathly voidit swallows up all that it sees fit, perhaps alleverything's falling into a swirling heaven, marked by its lies and deceitpeoples' mouths move, but they spit and connivei want freedom and to do so requires a great firei want freedom and to do so requires a great ireBurning it all down, never tasted so properly goodIt tastes bitter like I'd drown insteadhatred spews and sputters looking for more fuelthe bottomless thing craven and misshapen grabs my feetI wish it'd take me quicker but it's grown a liking to simply gnawingSnap my bones and twist my anklesI'll let everything tumble until it's lifeless. | 2021-11-01 22:18:09 |
| aether | dead and blackeverythan funnelin' down into, oblivioni'm not scared, anymorei'm not scared, anymorei just want to see, the devil at the bottomlet me out of this placei seem to be more alivethan anyone in this placei am the only one alivein this placeeveryone else...never were in this place.. to begin with...ignite a stick of firecandlelit escapade to brave horizonsdragged down to infinity, devil's doorthe quality of everything, nothing.without anyone, there is nothing to hate.without anyone,there is nothing to fearthe voidthe last obstacle to confront, which is no obstacle at allthe haunted mind, soothes itself with stories of the great glorious future,but... i am dragged...down to the devil at the bottomthe horrific reality of truthand truth is inescapable.it is defined by that which is real.funneled down into oblivion. | 2021-10-26 21:33:07 |
| aether | on my way out | 2021-10-25 22:26:15 |
| aether | that which damages itself | 2021-10-25 21:44:54 |
| aether | an eternal god fights for its survival,thinks it's lost but it's its arrivalking of the void and inconsequential rivalsnothing so much as a trite pin drop in a chorus of unconscious angelsmy pain knows no bounds,glory await the ultimate victorythat which is foreveryeti am bound to the madness itselfunable to separatemyself eternalsun or shade, matters littlehit myself to keep astridethis qualitydeeper shades of bluecascading intothis false heavenshrinking downto a still violeta shrill pilot becometh nothingsought for other and begot naughtthis silent menagerieforlorn and expressionless throughout the agesa colddryspota nicecrackedpot | 2021-10-25 21:40:45 |
| aether | best to not disturb the beast behind these eyes | 2021-10-25 21:10:36 |
| aether | ruler of purely myself,left amid the anthilllet the stupid deaf and blind and dead, lay dead | 2021-10-25 20:58:27 |
| aether | hit the ground like a piece of concretei freeze into a structurethe nothing's got its grip on methe nothing's something i see nervouslythis reality of being blindthis semblance of something that isn't findable.lost and who to findi sit and be quieti sit and remain quietthe world turns overdarkening cold skies of grayenraptured with finding meto embrace the nothingness itselfstrange to befriend such a thinglessnessthe world dark and mightyhollow and somehow having a little fright left in itthe terror of seeing the same repetition followexistence in palenessin colorlessnessin complete lacki wait for something else.but i needn't go looking for itbecause it will only come by itself. | 2021-10-22 19:31:28 |
| aether | dull, gray, far, awayleft to rot,still i prayhere for a reason some may saybelieving that tooyet having a problem all the samei wish it were easyi wish i were outthis grand adventure,never got startedthere is nothing to seenothing to hearfocus on littleuntil i pass from here. | 2021-10-22 19:24:37 |
| aether | poison brain, nightmares like video gamesignored-paradisewhat is average?when you're so far at the bottom?a few friends, a few lights turned on in the morning.grand escapadewon't you be real with me?but they're all seemingly ghosts...won't you escape with mebut i don't know who to take, if anybody.my nightmares provide better sport.and i abscond with hatred | 2021-10-21 04:26:27 |
| aether | People'll deny anything,people'll deny anything,people'll deny all of it.But I know what the truth isIt's something to do with this strict notion in my head,can't leave me, for i am obsessed with itan 8 turned on its sidea blazing fireof which mountains shirk and face awayI am ignited out of the pettyat the end of the day and when the straw breaks the camel's backit will acknowledge the truththe minimum requirementto face what you truly desirethat which can't be denied or annihilated. | 2021-10-19 00:03:42 |
| aether | sent through fireall around me is iretowering highergrasping and grabbing the one truthfunneling moodjaunting through reality itself,scared stiff of my reflectionbit to the tooth its nightmarish qualityI roar, i roari go back to theesensuouslyi will surmounteveryI roar,I come back for theedrowned out passionatelyreality makes no faultsThe boss has total chalkI got no faultthis ain't time to be drinkin' malts,nothing so much as a fire burningstraight from void existence its nihilistic gaze sends ashes hovering forthI run through my faults,there are none. I run through existence,there is one. | 2021-10-19 00:03:40 |
| aether | invincible | 2021-10-16 23:33:58 |
| aether | tired of my sex drivethe way it forces and cajoles me,the way it seems to be methe way it seems to be methe way it forces and cajoles metired of it allplunge down this oceanFind a resemblancesomething illuminatedWatchtowers searchand don't always findSin and depravity illuminated.Goodness extolled, goodness extolledbut goodness passing awayI found a heartless hole in myselfI found a little hole through which to see myselfIt doesn't look pretty.the ground moved in on the screen like a tormentthe oscillationthe firmamentthe strange visionand me, my languid sensibilitieswith nothing to dothe ground moved in on the screen like a torture chamberI saw what I wanted to seepeeked in on myselfhopped into a car and escapaded awaysaw a great big rocketshipit wasn't goin'it wasn't..it wasn't a thingescapaded across this holy groundlike a bad dream, like a melodious melancholy nightmare | 2021-10-16 23:06:26 |
| aether | broken over a thousand times on the rockssliced and dicedcopied like a threshereverything things alongThink along with me, for a secondGot you bound upGot you headin' upGot you headin' downSpiral of scale.hittin' the walllike a marathonOh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh.Sense wasn't neverOh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh.Sense wasn't never.I found you a thing, things alongThink along with me, for a second.You'll find what you're looking for.Which may be nothing at all.Which may be nothing really at allYeah, yeah. Days hit the wallpass away like some sweat.Typin' up a sweat. | 2021-10-16 22:54:30 |
| aether | dead karmalike a tank huskshotdead godlike an antroaming his undefiant corpsedead lifelike a good commercialDead eyes, heart, and mindbecause we got a place to bleedand it typically istypically isTypically always isI wish I had a way out of-I wish I had a way out of-I wish I had a way out of-this.. this..somehow a graceSomehow a gracedeadenedyeahmight as well accept it. | 2021-10-16 22:47:06 |
| aether | death by sadness strangulationdeath by forlorn love-apocalypsedeath by emptying | 2021-10-16 22:33:54 |
| aether | hit into a spasm of gloryinto a hellscape of fortunate flurriesi am god,i am god.See me, I rise.But no one is here, no one is here.No one can give God to Godexcept himself. except himself.everything flows out of the cuphalf dead and very much alivei drag myself, drag myselfI will exist, forever.I will exist, perfect, and completeForever. | 2021-10-16 22:19:03 |
| aether | no one provides anything i need or want or truly desireno one really exists, save for empty space and myselfno one wants to share in this ecstasy that consumes methis ecstasy that consumes methis revelrythe revelry of myselfi am alivehalf-dead and very much aliveno one wants to really acknowledgesomething i can't understandeverything flows out of the cupeverything flows out of the cupi drag myselfi drag myselfdragged to the nearest hillsite to praise the great godI drag myselfI drag myselfThis isn't a real place, this isn't a real notionI drag myself,found me amid hereno one hereno one provides anything i need or want or truly desirei am god,i am god. i see all and know all, forever. | 2021-10-16 22:19:01 |
| aether | cold n grayleft to staywaitin on a ascendant birdcarry me a waynothing outside myselftrue onenessrefirm myselffirmin' upbut i gotta bend before i break and crackgotta bend before my own natureascendant up aboveto some place other than helldon't know, don't knowbut i won't lie, won't liesolipsism digging a crater. | 2021-10-16 19:22:49 |
| aether | dominating itself, it struck the painstruck the painto feel its painchaotic messflux and fluctuationyesterday's mark, today's punctuation.sinned myself into this black hole dot.sainted my way to the great big heaven masquerading up in the sky with its menagerie circus-like appearanceI will never get thereI will always get theresinned myself down to this bipedal upright apesinned myself down to nothingness,hit an invisible wall, called myselfa wall of emotion and heed and credencepaid to my selfhit a walldown to the messdown to the hallspinning in its mawspinning in this processionhead over yonder, we stallgazing up at this big menagerie messlike a shooting gallery for our soulscompacted into a unitsent forth in disarray.we come full circleto a perfect ever-rising Kingdom | 2021-10-14 20:42:34 |
| aether | truth like a boulderi meander it up the hillsisyphisia asphyxiationgrab all the events in my bagmix them all upknew what i hadI will see the future, I will see the pastmy darkness encroaches myselfpenetrates the goodsisyphisian anxietyexistential ennuidraggingmotor left running at what used to be emptynow i'm a little bit happynow i'm a little tougher nowBut I still hate ithate ithate realitysisyphisian blanknessdragging this rock up mountain-sideI don't know where I'm goingI don't know if we'll reach itTruth could be this infinite screenTruth could be this insanity I've been fedDead things move farther than us meager animals could have given our tools and capabilitiesIt was a rotten escapade, hurt and hurtful now that I amIt all flew away in a bird's clawsit all flew away in a sisyphisian struggleto dominate itselfno longer feeling so separatenow am i | 2021-10-14 20:42:32 |
| aether | dead huskbeen said and donehope & tragedymarried beneath the false realityi write some thingsi wrote a lot of thingsthey go by me nowby me to their miniature death send-offi say a lot of thingsbecome a lot of thingsdon't know if it'll ever amountto being anythingcontent and awarenesshope & tragedywritten beneath the surface of this realityi just thinkthere ought to be something goodmultiple wayscan you have it all?can it be everything..?or is truth separated out, threshed out of a herd of lies.i fall to the one place i knowfalling to the one place i know...a stationin which i'm situatedand my doubt hurts the place i'm inhurts the security of my thoughtsi wish i knew a place from herebut as usual, there isn't anysame old story, writ a million timesuntil the blood is sacrilegefingers but stumpsslamming the wall with my head's search mechanismFlashlight consciousness, watchtower mindFind and seekfall down the sides precipitously | 2021-10-14 20:29:04 |
| aether | no longer a lieembracing the firegot soothed out of desireno longer bodyslapping into a mire like a flat boardjust a flat worm humanexpressing his heart's desireflattening out into the ocean of supercilious punishmentflattening out into the ocean of supercilious hanged-man attitudelet me go, let it golet it gosurrenderunto godcan't fight anymorelet it gobecome progress, contribute to humanity, uplift otherscan't hang onflattening out into an oceanlet it go'cause i'll become betterbetter person for the lifeand others' liveslet my anger droplet it go'cause flattening into an ocean of pain and trauma,doesn't have to be repeatedonward and upwardforever spiraling onward and upwardfor a good turn,for a good eventfor a good nature | 2021-10-13 11:27:31 |
| aether | don't see the life in front of my very face.to coast and meanderthe needle at my neck with its poisonslowdripslides into my veins, in my imaginationbut i'm still herestill here expressing into this cool grey airmist of my lifeunable to see liferight in frontwith the gradual slip of my consciousnessfall into bleak darkness'nother nightmare, 'nother dreamall is what it seamsapart and togetherweaving this surreptitious nature, outta mefighting myselfkeep myself stableso i don't hurt no onenobodyand not myself.pain wells inside, my heart half-molten ashen sometimesstaring at the screen, the monitor, the wallexit to the worldstart my lifeunravel the woes insidebut i'm not too sure about itnot too sure about any of itunravel, unravel | 2021-10-13 10:08:44 |
| aether | surrender my heart and soul to godsurrender it to the ineffable forcesurrender it all to somethingsurrender it all to somethingsurrender it all down to nothing and give it to the great light in the skypeople think it's a jokecrushes me under its booti'm crushed to death under a boot called lifesurrender my heart and soul to the angelic forces and loving guidancei gotta not give upgotta liveNot exist in perpetual panicGotta surrender my whole self to God. | 2021-10-12 21:08:21 |
| aether | breathe slowlyinto the fireBreathe slowlyinto the fireBright and alivebright and alive.Sleep runs the circuitI wake to throttle myself softly to sleep againTossing and turningThe mad man stares into the airSuffocated by the startling presence of something he knows exists yet is in lack.something that is in lacksomething that is in lackdying to livesomeday soonSomeday soonSomeday SoonSomeday SOON | 2021-10-12 21:02:36 |
| aether | slaughter the egoearmarked for deathIt's just a bunch of ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥,nothing is certainand yet I'll embrace anything to escapetruth is fulfilledby its gradual inclinationswish there was an easier waybut i'm dragged through jagged rock no-the-less.dragged through jagged rock.. no-the-less...failure to movewait this world isn't for mewait i can't figure it outwait i got to find the mapWait I hate reading on how to do something special,open a flipbook,watch myself running in circles across the pages...it's just pain after pain after painroaring phoenix, stuck inside a gravescrabbling its way outbut everything's collapsed hardpacked shuteverything's hardpacked shut | 2021-10-12 21:02:34 |
| aether | rising from ash pile after ash pilethis dead bird masquerades amidst the living as a as aas aas a real, real, real, real,real corpseirony and sardonicism cascade downwaterfalls of beautiful hatredtired of being told notired of being told yestired of extancyoccupational hazard light: On.T-t-t-t-treated as a corpse.Body for the fuel. Because I'm nobody and nobody and nobody, forever...ash pile after ash pile of pulling myself through the sorrowful and alone daysthere is no one for methere is nothing to grip untoexcept madness and virtual conceptsTumbling, straight tumbling down.ash pile after ash pilestraight up to the lights in the skydivinityresurrectionjust deadrising again through this horrid beautiful-void pain | 2021-10-12 20:55:30 |
| aether | some type of monsterhideous and grotesqueexisting in distant melancholy disorderapart but togetheralone but seeingfeeling alone but seeingoh wellthey'll never know the life i went throughor some such thingthey'll never knowand i maybe never eitherdriven a stake through my heartresurrect the dead so i can exist a moment longerplunged to depthinaccuracy is bestbecause missing the board tells me it's a missleft aloneto usual devicessit at homenever invite or invitedbecause there's just dustsitting atop a tableand a chair which is barely in usea cabinet and fridge full of old itemsrust encapsulate meno longer brittle from the rainsand beginning to disintegrate furthermaybe it'll be for bestto flow downhillor to ascend again thru evaporationto ascend again in evaporationleft to my usual devicesgiven to stareat the desktop and the wallsleft to starewhat have i got to complain aboutnothinghollowing out | 2021-10-12 17:57:13 |
| aether | love: a dream shared by no onea sentence spun by a lost movie-goerit all meant nothingand we twisted and undulated around, christ-likealone in our love, tossing and turning in the blood of the nightit all meant nothingwe spun around this cacophonycircling each otheronly to learn nothingand be heart brokenyet it was just mespun by a useless movie-goeri thought the truth something nobleand maybe yet stillbut me, infantile and strangecouldn't hold onhad to embracewhat isn't quite done yet.Love, love, loveI will make you real, yet, yet,maybe the greatest surprise of allmaybe the greatest surprise of allit just may arisesolipsist's lamentdragged out to death on pale rocks and forlorn structuresi am brutalized to search for the ineffablelove, love, loveit's all cascading down. | 2021-10-11 22:45:09 |
| aether | hiding in myself like swiss cheeseperforated and destroyed and utterly distraught from every anglethere is one place to go and it is to stop hidingto stop masqueradingto end tyranny over the selfand be thyself.everything else is tumbling whilst gripping on, looking for a hand-holdbut still letting yourself slip and fallinto the darknessand yetthat is what i've doneand all choices inevitably betray themselves towards perfection | 2021-10-11 13:44:23 |
| aether | to be quenched over and over again as your flame attempt to risethis itself is deviousthis itself is murder of another's personageto stomp and flail and beatthem down to the groundjust for they cannot risejust so they cannot be within theirself | 2021-10-11 13:41:40 |
| aether | my choice is sanguineit travels a irregarding thoroughfarebustled and traveled only by myselfto death and to mayhem and to nothing and to selfthere's only what i can see, yet i feel moreyet i cannot tell falsehood from truthand spin yet more i will, in this onslaughtyetyeti will not indulge in othersi have become Indulgent in the Othersand yetthey are not meand Oneness is a type of hatredOneness is a type of self-subsuming hatred. | 2021-10-11 13:39:20 |
| aether | pain and suffering and deathmiscreant writes words on a page of futilityhe sees no sight and hears no soundshates god and loves the idea all the samedivided amongst himselfthere is no equivalent middle groundthere is no higher truth to attainyet insane he'll keep spinninguntil it is known, or perhaps never, fully known.infinity a concept too large to grab for this antthis feeble-minded violence oriented hatred loving insanelittle personembrace the pain, love sufferingnose-dive into hatrednose-dive into similarity or whatever people tell you they dislike,and yet, and yetand yet nothing | 2021-10-11 13:39:18 |
| aether | power and ultimatumjudged by a nihilistic non-entity, falsity, mirage and phantasmpower and ultimatumstrength and superlative superiorityforever and eternityforever and mine alonebelief and tragedyhope and lossbut hope isn't necessarypain is nothingand struggle is just fun disguisedas misery. | 2021-10-11 12:40:09 |
| aether | staring at the wallsto the hills i crawlover and overthe hill toward sleepwish i'd stop feeding the bad wolfand clamoring and enamoring my worst aspectself-concernedself-horrorover and over | 2021-10-11 09:10:15 |
| aether | am i a bug, or a snake?am i a human, or a fake?do i know the path to destinyor will i continue to be iratethe pain hurts but it begins to feel goodand then it hurts some more and doesn't feel so..pleasant.i just spin my wheels in this empty garagein this empty mindwhere the paint has gone awayand there's rust and twisted metalwhere there's just a habituated formulafor my entire lifeunfolding one set piece at a time'till i go over the edgeof this life life life'till i'm dead inside and really dead..really dead, thereafter. | 2021-10-10 07:29:54 |
| aether | like a snake crawling out of its skinexcept it feels like i've achieved nothinglike a snake oils salesman once saidit'll be good for yougood for youi'm just sitting here moltingflipping the mental channelsnature gave me the words and the linesand now i just copy itthere's no originalityand no sense of where the origin isjust a slow steady drumbeatlying in the background'till i go over the edge'till i go over the edgeof this devastating emotional attitude | 2021-10-10 07:29:53 |
| aether | a return to the silent machine i amboxed in box, unfolding in a crate to indefinitymy poetry sucksthe life of mine ain't worth a dollarhurts to move and hurts to betriteness spread throughout meif there was a way to escapei would've found itso i surrender to godbut even that says too muchtriteness spread through methere's nothing i should really grip untostatements fall awaythe journey gets roughb-b-b-but i managethis nameless panic attackthis small morsel, this young vesseli gotta give it upwith a heart i can say that i'm not gonna get my wayconfused and bitter, i won't receive what i'm lookin' for.so as the statements fall awaya return to silencethis robot shepherds itself back into the crate...i won't anything | 2021-10-09 04:23:49 |
| aether | SHEER TERROR AND PAINDISEASE AND HORROR, SHOT THROUGH A MUSCULAR VEINCAN'T HANDLE MUCH ANYMORECAN'T HANDLE MUCH ANYMOREOF MYSELF OR ANYTHINGTHE ANGUISHSPREADING THROUGHOUT MENEVERENDING SLOW BURN PANIC ATTACK THAT ROARS AND FLARES UPJUST TO GO DORMANT AGAINdon't want to be alive, don't want to dieSHEER TERROR AND PAINSHOOTING THROUGH EVERYTHINGMY SOLE HOPES, DISTANT AND UNANSWERINGTHERE IS NO ESCAPELIFE THE TORTURERthere is no escapethere is no escape | 2021-10-08 19:49:44 |
| aether | suffering clarifies away the ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ | 2021-10-08 08:29:43 |
| aether | drenched in negativityi avoid others' negativitydrenched in negativityi avoid others' negativitymaybe i'm my ownmy own worstbut i'mi'mi'mi'mnobody, trulydrenched in negativitylike a nativity sceneglowing black,glowing darkpitch streaming downdowndowndowndownmy facefrom the subcutaneous flesh of my eyesmetamorphosisjust a dayA day that hurtsAs per usualAs per usualjust a dayA day that hurtsrecursive stacklooptrace no net404god not foundlolA day that hurtsA day that hurtsA day that hurtsA day that hurtsA day that hurtsSubcutaneous flesh, bubbling pitchstreaming down my eyesAs I glowin this little nice nativity scene. | 2021-10-07 10:24:58 |
| aether | fading to black | 2021-10-07 10:20:45 |
| aether | BROKEN TERRIBLE MACHINESLAMS SHUTEATS ITSELF ALIVEREPETITION TO ITS SCRAPHEAP, JUNKEDREPETITIVE ROBOT SENT TO ELIMINATE TARGETSJAGGED TEETH, ROWS AND ROWSDEVOURING ME WHOLETHE ALIVENESS IS DEADNESSNO ESCAPE BUT WHAT YOU MAKENO OUT BUT INNO OUT BUT THROUGHWHEN RABBITS FORNICATE AND CHASE THE CLOCKI CONTEMPLATE DEATHMISERY DOESN'T ALWAYS LOVE COMPANYCHASING AWAY THE LAST OF MY DAYSTHAT WILL BE ETERNALI SCREAM TO THE ETHERI AM WITHIN THE VOIDNO OUT BUT INNO OUT BUT THROUGHWHEN RABBITS FORNICATE AND DECIMATE MY LIFEI TUNNEL AWAY.I TUNNEL INSIDE slowly,and then i devour | 2021-10-06 21:48:44 |
| aether | everyones so quiet and then youre deadguess it made sensea reason for solipsismthe non-talkative bunchthe non-talkersleading me astray to the realleading me to the truthleading me to forego moralitymy former selfhow strangehow utterly bizarrethat it comes down to this impossible thingwhere so many avenues lied and liedlied and lied...what an impossible thing. | 2021-10-06 19:18:36 |
| aether | PAINIS MY STRUGGLEHIT THE GROUNDBUT I'MI'M JUST A LITTLE BIT TOO MUCH FOR MEFOR MEFOR YOUPAINTHE STRUGGLEI TYPE A LOT BUT IT'S JUST A LITTLE BIT TOO MUCHFOR ME, FOR YOU.dead, deathraven, caw, cawSTARK BLACK RAVEN AGAINST THE NIGHT, UNFATHOMABLEor some such thingWORLD CASTING AWAY A GREAT BIG SHADOWor other some such nonsense.WORLD EMBRACING A POT OF LIESDECREPIT RAINBOWUGLY LUCKor some such notionDRAGGED TO DEATH, MOURNING FOR OURSELVESor i wrote a lie, a phantasm.FACETIOUS FASTIDIOUS FACADEor so i learned to believeDRAGGED OUT TO INFINITYRAISING UP FROM A GRAVEIT WON'T BE HEREi'll learn to embraceEMBRACE THE PAINBECAUSE SUFFERING LETS IN THE LIGHTSO I THINK, SO I AMBECAUSE SUFFERING LETS IN THE LIGHTso i think, so i am.but objectivitysuffering subjectivismSO I KNOW, SO I KNOW, TRUTH IS NOT ANYTHING PALTRYLET THE LIARS LIE. | 2021-10-06 07:43:00 |
| aether | wounded, hypochondriacPTSD, no eventseeming to have problemsyet they are not apparentlike looking through glasslike looking through glassrespect and reverence for all liferespect and reverence for all lifegotta take care of myselfgot to see the lightgot to see the truth insidepained hearti'm a weak persona weak morselsitting here crying over nothinglistening to musicweak person,weak morselsitting here imbibing the quality of others' emotionswhilst i drown in my own.weak personunable to maintain steady groundthis machine sparksthis motor runsthis person malfunctions | 2021-10-06 06:59:26 |
| aether | my mind is a schismbetween what may be a truth and what may be a liethere is hardly a way to rectifythere is hardly a seeming solutionmy mind schismaticturning and burning through all the seeming things...turning and burning through what may be realsifting and sortingborn in an age of regretas i stare at a monitor until middle agelacking human connectionlacking body language and seeingvoices emanating from a coneghosts who can't quite sense youmy pain and strugglefeels unworthyand yet i hurtmy pain and struggle feels child-likeand yet i hold it | 2021-10-06 06:25:24 |
| aether | escapism cast shade on medark heart and dark realityeverything appeared so big and vastyet constricted down to a little crevassewhich i fell into and plunderedwith only the soul knows for itand me, the human, receiving nothingexcept lifereceiving nothing except lifecircling the circles towards the greater respectin heaven's eyei don't ask to be seen other than i amin cold grips of realityi am inside a matrix of cubed mindi live inside the circles leading to heaveni live inside the circling on yonder to heavenlet no one tell you elsewise, unless you want a temporary peaceto believe in a false reality. | 2021-10-06 06:21:40 |
| aether | freedom isn't in a place, it's in the realization of nothingnessfor this place is nothingand that's where you always areexcept my heart tells me elsewisetells me the highest heaven is over yonder hillexcept my heart always tries to tell me otherwiseotherwise.i thought freedom was in the motion of lifebut freedom is where you befreedom is where i'm at...i believed truth to be specialand i thought it'd be required to be knownbut it's insideforeverand cannot be restrictedthought i'd get out of here, but it didn't matter. | 2021-10-06 06:15:25 |
| aether | the boot upbootstrap billwords flow from me the empty cupsilent and in sufferingwith nothing to attainpull it uppull it uppull it upnowhere to goachieve nothingattain everythingbut,but,but,liesmy human emotionsneed to diechoices,so many choicesso very few choices.So very few choices.death, death, deathblackness, void, pitch darknesslight, hollow infinity, eternityhollow lifecascadingout of this emptyOUT OF THIS EMPTY FORAYswindled, rain drops pouring downhit the window paneSWINDLEDoriginality not found, cascading downpeople riot in the streetsoriginality not foundearth expression, to be what was.originality not found | 2021-10-06 06:10:22 |
| aether | everything dies and falls apart | 2021-10-06 06:03:18 |
| aether | suffering: my friendscraped alongon a pathwaywhere i need to beeverything lines up perfectlyso they sayso they make it out to bewhat if the only eyes are mineand the nature of the dream is minesuffering: my friendthey think rotating through pointless things will maneuver them to happinessdo they think at allwell i wasn't sure how i got hereand i'm not sure how it'll endbut one thing's sureit'll probably happen with meevil dreamdevil nightsuave maneuvers down the precipicehillward of me is an ultimate answerbut uhwon't be so happy once i get itmaybemaybemaybe not | 2021-10-03 21:19:42 |
| aether | and the painthe nails driven through me like stakeschrist-like natureabout-faceto the firing squadto the hilt i am erasedspirits roamdevils dwellcan't find the truthso i am a ne'erdowellmote and sparkvisage and heartwill'o'the'wisphitting bottomcircle the stonesnice little gravesitecircle the stonesnice little gravesiteunnecessary repetitiondriven madeyes bleedfeel like they're always going to pop outso tiredeyes meekpleading and pondiferous conclusionleft to be aloneleft insidebut where, but whereleft insidebut where, but whereinspiration dwindlesmind played us like the devil's fiddle.mind riddledwith dis-eased troublesit's my karma, it's my karma, it's my karmaso i tell themthen i lieinsideit's all true! it's all true! it's all true!driven crazyfoaming black | 2021-10-03 12:28:40 |
| aether | there'll be no escapethere'll be no leavingthis bread's yeast, will do the leaveningthis bread's eviltwisting and turning upwardmeandering through and forthtwisting and bitingankle grabbing and scratchingpulling this way and thatnailbitingnailbiting...juxtaposition my follyjuxtaposition my hatredjuxtaposition the worthlessnessthe futilitythe painthe sufferingthe inanitythe nihilismthe falling down cliffsthe fated riseliving in a city called phoenixsaddled with strange metaphor | 2021-10-03 12:28:39 |
| aether | cut upbut not bruisedcut upand filletedparcel for youa piecechomped intoa morselfor freshnessa madman irks himselfa self-visage disturbsa ponderous ailmentspinning down the graveraven speaks abovedark alleyway corridormind stigmatahatredspewforthtwiddling his thumbstwiddling this way or thatgotta get it all outor i'll be someone's quotain linein line with nobodyjagged hills cliffs demisestunted growth and mountains slide over, huge rock walljagged hills cliffs crawl overslide down a giant precipicedown to a mountain slidedown to the bottom gravedead, dead.. dead.pain, pain is minemy assigned painmy allotted painmy assigned painmy allotted lifemy hatred and painmy allotted life | 2021-10-03 12:21:29 |
| aether | social nicetiesdrip off the sideteeth bare fang, little yonder caninepeople they think nice thoughtsand me i just sip the evilsip on balancea middlemiddledrilling downto the coreto my coreto the heartto the insidethe pitthe rootthe insidethe outsideflails aboutpresentation, a steady liepunctured and wholePTSD and insanityillness and falsityfakenesspunctured and stillnesslittle pincushionoperating with its little beliefslittle manjourneying to a small mountainlittle manon little earthin little heavenPunctured to deathingesting hatredswallowing up unimaginableswallowing up unimaginableMonstrousMonsterMonsterMonsterMonsterMonster. | 2021-10-03 12:16:04 |
| aether | operator push a buttonbutton heavenbutton hellyin yangyoyo'd downcomin' upthe strange noisesingested withini want to toughen upyet i'm terrified of paini want to toughen upyet i grit my teeth and gnash and wailtoughen uptoughen upinsert my handinto the gom jabbarand i do not pull away.and the needledrips futilelydrips futilelylifelifea brutal thingstruck out my heartand my eyesand gutted my insidesbrutala brutal thing. | 2021-10-03 12:08:55 |
| aether | tenacious creature, side-sweptand side-blindedand whiplashedand throttledand grappled withand set asunderand lashedand dashedand capitulatedin his own gazea creature of his own mischiefA God Realizationand the tubesand the wiresand the woodand the metallead to nowhere but himselfand the crying,and the ravingbefore the moon and the starsgo nowherebut himselfHe seeks the truth, and something beyondBecause if life is bottomless,then there is no telling, what may be foundat the other end.Let none tell him that life is voidLest he believe itFor he will stallTo rest shallowly, tossed up by sea on the surfTruth is hard to telland the real one hard to catchit's monstrousand will claw your mind openand maybe... there's no escape.but if this creature produceth everythingthen...if... | 2021-10-02 22:58:51 |
| aether | I Am, Monster. | 2021-10-02 22:50:29 |
| aether | silence speaks forever. | 2021-10-02 22:48:18 |
| aether | i like to thinkeven though i may be shallowand say things that have been thought beforethat saying the same thingsmay be in fact carrying something newwhich grows insideover timeto indefinite lengthto infinite depthsomehow will sprout outsomewheresomewhere in existence. | 2021-10-02 12:21:15 |
| aether | just a thought, penny for your thoughtsthe ghost-like specter says quite eloquentlyluxurious pleasure without the symbol of luxuryjust outside the foray of human existenceor maybe far inbetweenthe brain stumbles and fallsclambers endlesslyI would make another tumblebut i misstep too small.gradually climbing the crevassehuman existence is too vastto indulge in weak ideasor maybe puttering in this small landwe adopt it all the samewith no possibility givenwe assume the worstdriven to insanityby our own misgiven feelings | 2021-10-02 12:19:41 |
| aether | cast myself into the fireno hope of resurrectionbecoming myth and little to provide for insurrectionman holds his chainsfabled stock deemed inanesliding off intoforever agojumplighthorror show with a 24/7 live symbolfaster than light travelto a gravel sped stablewords spew out of my mouthfroth to the bottomget under the skin and arrive at the top againi wish i wasn't so wrongwish i wasn't so righteverything becomes true eventuallyso err we mightto make assumptionsor have i already in this perceived mightnumb and pulledtoward destinationnumb and pulledto feigned and bark and vain-gloryand fangedmisery and car-parked fusilladeword salads in my salad brain | 2021-10-02 12:19:39 |
| aether | lost riff-raffbetter when i don't show my lighthide in the darkespouse the tritesearching with my simple flashlightreality comes togetherextinguishes towards greatnessbeyond all imagining and capability of comprehensionblown apartblown apartinside fear and heartbreak and suffering is a riddleleading to great manifestationdivine providenceshelter myself from the halestorm of fearit'll become realall parts amalgamatedtoward the truthsomehow spread acrosspetty conceptssomehow spread acrossdisparate moments of the most desperate emotionhidden withinsafety and solaceand truth which comes like the strength of naturesevering ball and chain | 2021-10-02 11:59:49 |
| aether | hope of a destinationdancing around in the halls of mirrorswhat's really truenot really suredo i listen to the illusion of my heartand the illusion of my minddo i grasp the ineffable which is perhaps a mirage.do i maintain hopedancing around in the glory of a storyinteresting | 2021-10-02 10:50:06 |
| aether | the little people snicker in the backgroundi am their sole audiencetheir sole purveyorand they my jestersmy visionsscary as though it seemtruth is beyond recognition to be no longer obsceneif you carefully gleanwhat is versus what isn'tjust a gnome appearing at seemingly randomhidden background emotionsubconscious? well it isn't not inside youand outside?well it isn't out there, is itOnenessnot-twodastardly falling to being No-thingNothingyet... I am it, after allthe flow and the lifeand all these trite appearances?wash away in the night.forever the spotlight upon which things are seenI will be alive eternally in this simple dreamand although the maze may run highi will cascade down into truthsigns as simple as an eight turned sidewaysholding great mysterymobius stripsalone as i amalone as no-thingillusions fall aparti stand supreme...... | 2021-10-01 11:46:02 |
| aether | i am life itself | 2021-10-01 11:39:00 |
| aether | living for todayas they say♥♥♥♥ yesterdaythe beat goes oneveryday hits a little bit differentNownow now Now nowNowwake of the shipexamining my navelit's all gonelet it goSame old storyAll sounds clichelet it cascadedown to the froth of the waterfallcleansing it ofyesteryeartime heals all woundsmakes it seem like they weren't herei live, for the inevitable dayi escapewould be nice,and although no body really saysI'll probably make itto some far off adventurewithout a reason to become stagnantgazing to the futureit'll be greatno reason not to jam to thatbecause for me it's inevitable.and no one really says it's happeningbut a strange me pops up out of the groundsays it'll be alrightlife is nice and pain hasn't been proven to be anything.washed away clean | 2021-10-01 11:27:38 |
| aether | palace of disease and faminemasquerading as a temple of knowledge and ubiquitypalace of hate, masquerading as barren loveand with no escapei descend downto darker toneshuesmischiefmysterycascading doubtsaddled perfectly in placewith me.the adrenaline flows silentlyi make noise but it doesn't encapsulate it allout of muckand stillnessout of disease and stagnationi think i receive a higher callhopefully it's worth a damn. | 2021-09-30 10:39:23 |
| aether | vainly playing dead,the monster subsumes his own existencevaguely lying stillthere is nothing to grip unto except a timid yet ferocious hope just beyond the firmamentan idola place to besomething to cross out? or something to enacta journey to be hador a riddleand a liei must expunge all dead weighti gotta let my vanity dieI gotta let some close to me, drift offhope is ne'er too well when dragged to the bottom with everyone else.shake myself looseof this dust and decrepit stone gravei must descend to ascend this hardscrabble staircasego down into misery to come outor so i tell myselflies and deceptionmisery and follysinking to the bottommedia and gamespointlesslifepointlessgodpointlessso it would seemso it would seem | 2021-09-30 10:34:59 |
| aether | the king dreams late at night, andfinally, Alice realizesthere is no king | 2021-09-29 17:19:28 |
| aether | life, my hammermyself, the nailplungedepthchargeexplosionhallmarkcut outout of the cookie cutter ribbonsout of the worthless doughSuck it upSuck it upSoak it inIt's all flying out like evil monkeys of the witch.It's all actually serious.plungedepthchargeexplosionno longer ambivalentthen carelessthen I hammer myself some moreGet it together, keep it togetherEverything's pain, Accept your FateDesire, desire, desireIt can create evilIt creates evilFate, hatredand Pain | 2021-09-27 07:46:18 |
| aether | Grasping bare minimum.. at time.. and other.. forever.Grasping the Flag for the Great Cause of Forever.Standing HEIGHT UNBELIEVABLERAIN OF FIRE HEAD AND TOEbear'n so muchyet still there's moredragged outstill there's moreI am Invinciblethough i am soreFound God through the light of sufferingAngels above remedyThis baby squallsThis man and human sees squallorBut illustrious light don forever.Utter strength and compassion and strange lightAngelic presenceTruth is felt and is perfection. | 2021-09-27 06:26:28 |
| aether | soothing, i was enamoredwith the steady songsoothing,i found god in sufferingsoothing,i am still searchinglike so much combat and bangingshield clamoredI can bear beyond all measure, self touting magnificent scream.I will hold beyond all capacity.Stuck staunchly in the ground.Bearing impossible weight.Futility no longer seen as worthlessnessI AM Strength... | 2021-09-27 06:26:26 |
| aether | shadow tremoring down into the vessel night per nightescaping to the inescapableout of the infinite torture into the devil's den.i fear the wake of terror arising within mei fear the pain inevitably callingi fear my own decisionsthe Love that i am, nigh destroying itself.nigh igniting all the fuses which lead to destructionpulling the switch on futile existence with a seeming death race to the bottomfearful, but with great hopetrodding to victory through the height of fury wailing out at me like a great cannon mouthGod's breath invigoratesOnward, never missing step, for there is no wrong, no incompleteness, no failureonward, dragged to death by my own chariot of infinite perfection. | 2021-09-27 06:16:11 |
| aether | damage soakloyal knightslinging swordscompassion of the lightchildhood and immoralityembrace the futureembrace the nighthopskipping aroundhopskipping aroundthis is the termination datethis is the beauty, all razedmy dark side precedes memanifesting into strange cornersi'm just a childimmorality which beseeches me to take care of meevery damned day...cursed before the sky | 2021-09-27 06:16:09 |
| aether | everything's hollow, everything's deadbrightly litdarkly truncated into nothingnessmy emotions go where they willwish i could relinquish total controlthe ego-mind perished forever.say it ain't so. | 2021-09-26 21:13:30 |
| aether | hadn't had enough?falling into the embankmentthe devil's siren over the airwailingscaryi wish i'd be deadbut i live for some strange reason.just to see what life is making for methe oddball self of it allabout-facemarchto a ignoble sunsetbut perhaps notall this pain,all this sufferingmaybe it's worth something.all the things i read, don't quite amount to a good metaphysicall the pain,all the suffering,maybe it's worth something.deposited into the grand banks of lifesupercosmic beyond all recognition, hinted by vague emotionsmaybe it's worth something. | 2021-09-26 20:36:18 |
| aether | mind hurtstiredwish my way outo'sightseerwithino'sightseerwithinjust wanted a different localejust wanted a different experiencelocked in a dreampressing buttonsexit signmy own mindand the painmy heart feelsto buy into illusiontolerated notions fall into the haystackwhere i will never find ability to tolerate againjust so much listless irrealitylistless depression and boredom and stark paino'er the nothing.o'er the nothing. | 2021-09-26 18:55:56 |
| aether | hot on the trail of the truthcomplete devastationultimate realization | 2021-09-26 14:38:10 |
| aether | afraid as it all begins to rip away | 2021-09-25 22:19:26 |
| aether | "What you're experiencing is premature enlightenment." - Mr. Durden. | 2021-09-25 22:09:14 |
| aether | something in my mind brokenmy unwillingness to save myself from nestling deep into the groundwhere there is but myselfthe pain strikes deep and feels like loveas if a shaft openedmaking me wealthyyet here i will remainthe angles and heights and lights and sights and little rightslittle room for improvement...i burrow into the ground, tossing day after day into the firehappiness could be mine... maybe... but something inside is broken.and it doesn't look like i could really find it. so here i'll stay. | 2021-09-25 17:33:55 |
| aether | canter and canter and canterand the banter and the banter and the banterfades to the background and you can't quite hear any of itthe one silently dancing, by themselfthe shadows are high in the room,light very dimthere's just this visagewaiting for a seeming eternity to get out of a dark hole.canter and canter and cantergalloping like a horsewith soft movesto the seeming air which is filled with a witnessto the pain and the struggle and themagical nothing transpiring in this lonely roomcanter and canter and canter... | 2021-09-25 17:29:39 |
| aether | mindgames went so farsilence and reprievejagged halls and hills wishy washy wills and disturbed trawlsfor a simple diveinto the vast oceanwhere nothing is quite foundunnecessary truthsunnecessary liestrite disguisedemonic laughter, passe and cliche and sardonic all the samewish i could be quietall the while i'm screamingbut not really, but not really. | 2021-09-25 14:52:07 |
| aether | not a single hair different on my head,don't gotta be different, don't gotta be the sameconstantly moving, sometimes barely at allyou can't always sense someone making progressbecause your impressions and senses aren't it all.i wrap my tail around my figurepointless demonic laughterwish i could express myself in this realityand so does everyonewish i could escape my own staresresurgent and rebuffed by my tank trapped minddevil's thorns hard to pluck outhard tack journey with no wateri wish i could escape this mental landscapeof which i am the sole occupantdevil's laughterthe supreme event that is my life,falling by the waysideexcept it is perfectionexcept i am perfectexcept... | 2021-09-25 14:52:05 |
| aether | palace of misery,crown of paini'll incite governmental actions, for my own disdainspeaking of terrorlest we bought into fearinstead bravery nocked an arrowshot through the misdrifting malfeasant malcognitive hurtful pain ik brakkWe shot through a mind so dis-eased.. It caused a tremor.perturbation and felt the glimmerrain of miscreant hopereign of sensuous pleasureit burrowed to a standstilldown in the molehillswhere whence we cast our vainglorious image of mountains.no one is well preferredwe much prefer no one.fate is a better mateespecially when it's the only option. | 2021-09-25 13:31:33 |
| aether | surreptitious spindley little spiderbroaching the misery and disgustlike a popped abcessi'll just wage wari'll just fight my own mind'till the grave highlights my demise. | 2021-09-25 13:23:59 |
| aether | colour matching drapes! colour matching drapes!i'll take this whole curtain down and make a dress out of it! they'll adore me! | 2021-09-25 13:15:35 |
| aether | i thought i was dedicated,but turns out i'm not a server. | 2021-09-25 12:48:15 |
| aether | depression rots himand ambivalence subsumesfilling him up like liquid poisonlet him out of this placeyet there is no escapeand no one comesstruggling against life over and overbut no one is comingand no one comes.and he will have to pull himself upbut there is nowhere he willsnowhere he willsdown the spiral of unconsciousnessdown the river into the ocean of regret and deadnessinto numbhood, into the saltwater. into hell and out of itinto hell and out of itinto hell and out of it | 2021-09-25 11:34:57 |
| aether | he struggles against the tideemplacedhe struggles too muchlet him golet him drownhe struggles against that which you cannot be victorious againsthe struggles downstruggle is meaninglessalthough i'm not sure of anythinghe strugglesstruggles against lifecan't make his way outbecause he ain't goin' nowhere.ain't going nowhere.ain't going nowhere.the struggle perhaps not realbut real all the samebut unreal and falling apart at the seamslittle child, pulling the thread slowlyas we all turn and spin away. | 2021-09-25 11:34:56 |
| aether | bitter deadman | 2021-09-25 11:14:06 |
| aether | he made it so farbut then he blew itmy respect for him is gone.- my imagination | 2021-09-25 09:49:59 |
| aether | stark against the darkcontrasted yet alonelonely and pitifulthe smoke and mirrors becoming apparentGet me out of this Hell.But no one's coming. Left to my devices as per usual.i thought so much was real,now there is deep doubtwish i was utterly unconcerned, a spinning being which unleashes all its constraintsto be free finallyafter my whole life of suffering.and no one will understand and no one can solve your problems for you and no one will care and no one knows what the answer isand no one will find the truth except for youlonely and disabled, i can find what i'm looking foreventually,strange though it seemsi will find what i'm looking forstrange though it seems. | 2021-09-24 20:32:32 |
| aether | divine obsolescence | 2021-09-24 20:27:50 |
| aether | dimly lit and held alivecaptive of the electricthese humans pump me alive full of misery and painjust to live on through this allwhere will i be in 20 years, probably nowhere specialunless i keep a faded hopebut expectationsthey are rotten.but expectations... rotten.and everything falls awayall the poetry and rhymes and life and...it's just nothing.sadly. i am aliveheld aliveby faint ghosts and glimmersmy mood turns sourturns the hourglass over.it'll never amount to more than it isperhapsthe same granules cycling foreverand i,fall apartbut i don't believe in death...and thus fear is uselessit's all consternation at this point, desire: the root of my evilmissing my mark heavilyand not truly livingyet i'm not sure what would appear like life at this point. | 2021-09-24 14:24:35 |
| aether | faces and faces and faces and not being realexchanging mask for anothercrown atop my head molded with grassfairy dust a temporary reliefin this grave, i am aliveyet the outsideso dim and dulli am alive, yetthe outside so dim and dulland everyone elseand everyone else,and everyone else.Robotic and cold, distant and folded as if inward, if at allam i like them, am i like them, am i themwell, i'm not sure.sadness oozes out of my corpse, waking and willingto find somethingyet something has perhaps only once been found.i can't relatei can't relatethey're all fake. | 2021-09-24 14:18:51 |
| aether | the picture that contained a soul | 2021-09-24 08:58:09 |
| aether | existential crisis unfoldinto a many turning flowerit never quite ends until it doesthink i just don't like my domainhard to call it minesome humilityestranged endlesslyi,i just see a pathwhere i die slowlybut it's okay somehowthe truth, the truthis hard to swallowi'll get to the endwondering how it all happenedmy hubriswhy didn't it just occur some other wayhubristic painswallowed up whole, twisting and turning that way and thati don't really care, except that i doexcept that i do maybe too muchhallways spinningcorridors alightgrim phantasm soakingin this chorus of hollow screamingi just want outthe refrain of my mindrepeats repeats repeatssorry sorry..not sorry.dull lit lampmakes shade out of thingsfinds the pathway tomaybe all that isand i,just living in the past at this pointdon't caremostly about anything. | 2021-09-24 08:56:58 |
| aether | inexpressionate sorrowdead eyes and empty lidsewn shutflat facegrovelling toward a futuregrovelling toward a life that doesn't check the boxes.wake up at 6am for no reasondreams torment mefeels like i've lost control forever.flat effectmonotoneboredom with what they saydepression streaks through methough it'd be hard to say it's altogether thrillingpain, my sorrowestranged from any real thinglife a dull malaisethe colors washed outand the stars never seenthe music, stuck on repeata slow climbtoward that greater hillunto which it may never come, that precipice.unto which we may never see the lightand falsehoods could become truthsand terror reality.morose at the bottom of this welli cast my one wishand it all seems to haltto process the answerbut the result... is that i'm vaingloriously seeking a pleasure kingdomand to survive suffering and transcend, my hidden desire. | 2021-09-24 08:40:14 |
| aether | cherub doll, with its serene expressionlet me out, won't you, but it's just another walled off spacesomething which i assumed wouldn't experience liberation.annexation next to nothing, grab a hold of this for i only thought it was something..real.every day passes me byfeeling like a holy ghost in this passage between hill and eye.mountains of quivering salvation lie between me and the truthobsession tunnels me into inevitability, yet life seems uneasy about a straight path and instead diverts me. i want outi'll find and wield the scepter of truth somehow | 2021-09-23 17:12:26 |
| aether | expectations raise so highquickly cascadefolding marionettelittle matyroshkasmaller and smallercan't find a firm placesentiment and disgracei like the general ideahate the motionbut life gets betterwhen you keep on lighting yourselfto avoid the darkdays speed by, like camera footageperhaps i'm a still motionperhaps i'm a claymationshort and then i stopterrible specter on the horizon from my conclusionyet life is nothing but nice, except for the smallest thingsquickly collapsing into me. | 2021-09-23 17:12:24 |
| aether | alone forever in qualiaa mad god | 2021-09-23 14:30:02 |
| aether | anything goes | 2021-09-23 14:20:27 |
| aether | defunct so i hit the groundhit the groundcan't move off itrollie pollie with nowhere to goso i roll my ends to meet the meansthere's no oxygeni am withoutstrengthening of the soul but no one believes in itbut is that why i am withoutno place to go and no person to beso i slouchdefunct | 2021-09-22 21:56:41 |
| aether | all the little robots continue their storiesi am rooted into perhaps my ownnovelty considering itself superiora beat which is self-enamoredmy drum keeping lockstepwhipping around with haughty attitude because i am bereft.i enjoy my pain, dramatragedy and joygod plucking me from on yonder highno such triflancesorrow slides into me like a slow vapor and liquid, molded to my confinessorrow spins out radiating apologetically and strangely happy, melancholyi see the futuremy finger's on it sometimesself-confirmation, perhaps i'm the creator of all thingsperhaps my intuition is on the fritz againpoetry sucks when it is no longer felt. the projectiles zoom out, melting heat to your hearttouchingso touchingwhat if i was wrong,what if i spun aroundall sides seenwould i become sereneto know once you've gleanedmy heart from a morselto tear clean. | 2021-09-22 13:00:51 |
| aether | sight for sore eyestwisted noodle brainhijacked off the foregroundsudden periphery exchangemaybe This Is Itand i would be sadbut adaption comes to all things.sad in the jagged halls of my mindwalking longlegged and shortleggedto the various doorsthere's one to the final resting placeand peace was its nameabsconded offi'm sorryi'm sorry.i'm sorry,i'm sorryi'm sorry,i'm sorry.There is no escape - I thought even maybe there's no fate.thought that there'd be no hate if there was no self and no otherhurtful and second ratepain doth inquireinto the nature of that which i'm trying to erase.sidestep slowly, was there a misstep .. somewhere ..floating off into the distance, with the music alonefloating off into the distancefloating off into the distance alone | 2021-09-22 12:54:38 |
| aether | life, in its scarinesstwists me downi see the bottom groundhaunted melody collects mefor the secret parade townnot knowing the trutha guise of filthmelancholy and a kick lacking sympathyi swingeverything's alright.coming around here wasn't a mistakeit just was my only option.sadness do often quake,before the little derisioni am home in the mind of emptiness,and god forever checked out long agogod forever ago made his escapehappiness comes to me, the stranger i getas if expressing propensitieswould solve anything. | 2021-09-22 12:48:09 |
| aether | a lonely abstraction lost in the matrix of the web, hooked like an addict to something which does not provide nor satiates the daily existential dread and desperation.the mind becomes cult-like in its grasp for power and receives nothing.only suffering follows in its wake. | 2021-09-21 16:37:17 |
| aether | everyone largely ignores you then you die, foreboding | 2021-09-21 16:33:38 |
| aether | my life is a lie | 2021-09-21 16:32:04 |
| aether | dead forever. | 2021-09-21 12:14:24 |
| aether | lies seclude the truth into microcosms, actuality is a macrocosm of every possible interconnection. | 2021-09-21 10:58:08 |
| aether | infinite bliss. | 2021-09-20 17:22:15 |
| aether | you will be trained continually against pain as your adversary toward greater and greater light and love. | 2021-09-19 21:51:28 |
| aether | faded into the background, i am a non-person. | 2021-09-19 21:38:57 |
| aether | inbetween being a light and being a darkness | 2021-09-19 21:36:07 |
| aether | being held by the spirits above. | 2021-09-19 17:24:16 |
| aether | hatred and mistrust,disgust and unfamiliaritydislike and pet peevesall the tricks falling out of their and my sleevesdisintegration of a happy liferelationshipspetty pettiness and trite rightnessdistance and forlorn entity sitting on the slow river banks of timeanger and hatredjust stewing down, barely veiledgot nothing to do, and no reliefeyes which cannot gaze, soul which is erasednothing to see and nothing to believe intired of the malaise. | 2021-09-19 13:10:21 |
| aether | bloodsucker | 2021-09-19 12:45:26 |
| aether | suffering and wisdom | 2021-09-17 16:31:06 |
| aether | they are all inside me | 2021-09-16 12:11:02 |
| aether | shallow friendless visage pass away in the moon phaselife drops its weight offi cant handle this.i cant handle this.i just want outbut i'm willing to stay, willing to stay.been through a lot but it doesn't feel like much.somehow i still beat myself down because others devalue everything. | 2021-09-15 22:18:18 |
| aether | life is hell | 2021-09-15 11:53:29 |
| aether | i'm almost deader than the things i enjoy | 2021-09-15 11:28:37 |
| aether | far away and abovemind and heart qualmsno alms and healing balmsjust a thicket of lazy strange hazehedges of disbelief and then strongdesire,nameless desirei would want it all, yet all is not what i wantto be lost. to be lost. | 2021-09-15 08:16:54 |
| aether | swirling swirling in the whirlpool don't know where i'm going to go got no clueleft at the hammer, hitting the pointminting satisfaction off the artwork of othersserving nobody except the rare fewleft swirling in the whirlpool stuck asphyxiated at the bottomyeah and i'm also scared of drowningsuch are the metaphors in my coinage.wish it all had value, but it cannot be soldnor should itwhirling whirling at the bottom | 2021-09-14 19:19:36 |
| aether | what have i got to losebottom of the pitglassy eyeslight shimmering barely abovewhat have i to losemy insanity, my derelictionspinnin' atop an early graveenchanting words on an empty lifesee me? see me?but no one altogether sees, and... what is there to see.it's just a problem. not quite a problem.not desperate for attention, desperate for...desperate for something.the heart hurts and beats in the backgroundwhat'd i do, to get to this placethought of incarnation, a saving grace.old rhymes grow tired,wheels rotate on their axles spiders lay their webmosquitos hustle for the bloodi don't know what quite i am to doas always, as alwayshere to learn... here to learn...pained expression, shut the door outta derisioncan't escape, but as always it's gettin' better.something inside counting the notches of invisible improvements. | 2021-09-13 11:40:16 |
| aether | ghost and miragesthink you're in a placeit's barely therethings don't always go to satisfactionhope and loveto say the right thing and be cared forto dissuade oneself from the labeling of reality as mere apparitiontired nowwon't it comesomething to relievetrue transformation comes from within, doesn't itthat's what they say. perhaps it was said by those who waited greedily too. for deus ex machina.in the corner of reality with my dunce hat. it's funny how shame and guilt can be attached to things you don't believe in. carrying stigmatization and social inebriation until it's all dumped out the back of a long time spent away. but I want stability and not drop everybody...but I want stability and not to drop everybody... | 2021-09-11 12:35:41 |
| aether | climbin' a hillalex mercer vision'cept it's my imaginationsittin' here rolling through the simplicityscreaming oh yeah won't you let me out'cept it's barely therebackgroundnot even really sureclimbing the hill for glorysavior of the human raceyet it's just a piddling away of my lifewithout saving graces except comforttry to do rightbut i can't keep the facts straightlife's hard and easy if you're easily entertainedthe boredom struck deepIdle by idle, idle by idle. | 2021-09-11 12:21:58 |
| aether | rampage the scavscavving the waste | 2021-09-11 12:08:22 |
| aether | love and respect and adoration | 2021-09-11 05:05:13 |
| aether | half-buried dead compassion acts in strange ways. | 2021-09-10 15:24:28 |
| aether | everyone thinks you're ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ stupid and then you buy the ticket to the graveeveryone thinks you're ig'nant 'till you're deadmaximum boredom until you fathomlessly tire out life's wheelscomradery bare minimumsocial slights and strange commentsdon't know the ♥♥♥♥ i'm aboutuntil the machine is on my numberthink i'm so strong in certain ways, and yet falter at othersjust fathomlessly bottoming out until i reach holiness.a higher card to playthat i am stuck in the middle, a consequence of life's bizarre insanityit is proceeding, this strange storyand i won't know the truth until i do♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ think you've got a dull heart, yet it's just burning in the background. | 2021-09-10 15:17:15 |
| aether | king of the roost malfeasant slaying the army of undead monsters coming to bore me to deathgot mental trauma but metaphysical problems are eternally resolvedfool chasin' his mentality through the rabbit's tailcoats.i write things to ease the sufferan' but it gets thrown in the heap of internet detritus. and wanting to be noticed is strange too.anti-citizen in the labyrinth. | 2021-09-10 12:36:39 |
| aether | malfeasant detected | 2021-09-10 12:27:53 |
| aether | the sit around jail | 2021-09-10 12:17:36 |
| aether | the social matrix has the children snatched up in the deceptioni'm just tired lookin' for an outsomething to do and helpalways something to do to helpmy head the major problemunable to tackle an agenda without realizing the agenda.stymied to a ground faulttired of this ♥♥♥♥, gotta git over my fearAt the end of the day, doesn't it come to mostly that?At the end of the day, smoked out by a flamein a daze, eyesight gone dimI'm looking for fun but really I should be looking for a God.Adopt some morals again, keep getting dragged downScramble up to meet my own fear, endlesslyHappens again and again. So I gotta make it work, because it's do or die. Frequently.and my wheels spin off the roadand within i gestate hopefully to not become a monsterreality hits hard, the saving gracecan't fall back to stupidity when you're being hounded into being a good person. | 2021-09-09 19:58:01 |
| aether | bs in the nooze who real caergot a penchant to grab armament whence the bomb dropdon't givva ♥♥♥ 'bout proper looksEarth slamming to a gravel slide, picked the wrong numberended with a deadline leading nowhere. The telephones don't keep operatin' if without a user.My adrenaline perks up for a steady blast, just want to steamroll the problems. But then the realization dawns, got no clue what to dowaitin' for no good reason on the revolutionstrange because it just might happenstrange that my life is neglected because i'm a selfish human being.strange that i should attempt to prop myself up anywaydragged to hell, won't be comin' out. That's my thing, feel real good. Because I'm beginning to care less. And hell hath follow me wherever I go due to extenuating circumstances.Odd to consider'nother dreary day wrapped up in murky foiled sight. | 2021-09-09 19:50:39 |
| aether | think my health's gonna failand then i'll get my comeuppance for bein' a foolbelieving faithless bs onlineand then droppin' the real angle on trooth.spinnin' downhilldunno where this is goin'wanna be fearlesswanna be fearlessso i can start slammin' ol' boogiemen into the ground whence they comefear-based mentalitynever got me anywheregot me sittin' in a solitary position on the backendReceiving the bs.Would I keep on, I'd keep on, fear-based bs hurts hard, hurts my head, even.spinnin' round, the idiot utters his syllablesthe world dances eroticshowing its feasible valuesbut i'm denying all of it for a screendon't know what that says about medunno anything but i don't wanna keep screamin' to the end.fear-based mentality gets you checkin' the rear and flanks for no reason. | 2021-09-09 19:44:43 |
| aether | dunno how i feelgot a lot of thickheadssurrounding meshouldnt be surlychip on my shoulderstrange world we livin' insometimes it's easy to not give a damnwish i had a decent remedy other than long-term entrenchment to aid the clueless mfers.livin' life in a short boxsame as themstrange world we livin' in.big boogieman over the hillslammin' a homerun seemingly on dumb mfers.people who didn't pay enough attention or work on their faculties enoughguess im in a blessed positiondeterminationbut i don't know the fk to do.spinnin' circle end-less-lybig boogieman playin houdini right in front | 2021-09-09 19:39:20 |
| aether | zip snippain on rewindback into the bottleout from the spouti'm a little spoutwith delusions of grandeurnot sure of realitytime rotates throughits states of existencepast comes againfuture delivers the same effecttired of this melancholyif it weren't the best thing for mei- i'd just be capable of having some happinessbut i-it's not worth itso i sayevery day repeatssitting idlesitting pretty on this chairmy pained heartdown through whatever exists inside my bodythe chakra systemthe organs and the organellesmitochondria strugglingto provideI just want to-to really-exist beyond a certain graceenabling meto have what i desire, yetyet, can't not have any appreciation for the situationsomehow its melancholic repetition is beatifuland love sprouts from my forehead.out unto the field of emotional turmoil. | 2021-09-09 10:56:23 |
| aether | to see me join their ranki end in disgustpreventative measuresi won't go theredon't hate the otherbut don't want to fall into similarity.outgrow and surpasssomehow left behind even though | 2021-09-08 16:07:14 |
| aether | strength is passe, it all passes awaywrite a letter about my virtuewatch it wilt twither and wither gone and long for the dayi finally realize what i'm about,just another craven idea in my hat.hither and bither to and into a fraykeep myself sane unto the very next framesequencingmy genomeis it all just a dream passing awaytrue spirituality, just a hinterland cold gazeat least 'tis how it feels when i'm far into the maze.just another day, tired, tiredseeking fulfillmenttried letting go substantiallybut the day roars back to lifeand my little fantasiesonly go so far.real strengthtunneling down,funneling down into mefinally see what's realat the end of the tunnel.unmetaphorically,metaphoricallyFinally see what's real within Me. | 2021-09-05 18:55:00 |
| aether | quite morose yet endearing happiness all the same | 2021-09-03 20:22:08 |
| aether | the art of survival | 2021-09-01 16:28:56 |
| aether | my pain is my pleasure. | 2021-08-31 16:32:48 |
| aether | https://youtu.be/Oe0D4HVNtxc | 2021-08-31 16:30:33 |
| aether | expect nothingprojecting expectationnot willingly receivedunallowedsinge the edges of my lifeprojected fantasyof someone to grip untono one or no thing.adept at gripping unto a slippery ideamirage, miragesin my head about you | 2021-08-31 16:12:29 |
| aether | royally estrangedyeah i'm estrangedkeep saying yeahrecursive self-introspection got me wastin' time.Staring at the monitor, nowhere to go.Life's a dream, I exist in seeming non-space.No placeHere I Amlost in navigationfrom Here.Staring the monitor-screen.Pixels don't die with attentive eyesPixels don't die with attentive eyes.Pixies attend to my heart, unbeknownst. | 2021-08-31 15:05:07 |
| aether | what's real love, all aboutsit here fastjust ducking into the madnesshiding fromdon't know how to bedon't know how-to-be. | 2021-08-31 14:52:04 |
| aether | ball man towing the line | 2021-08-31 14:43:54 |
| aether | shelter the painbut maybe i can't hold it anymorelet it out for people to seebut they don't caremaybe i cant hold on to it anymore...suicide, a noble notionfar replaced by simpler monotony. No one truly lives, and I'm dying from being oh-so-unalive. | 2021-08-30 23:47:40 |
| aether | the noble high heavenspits its roddown to descend the heathenssmoting the uncleani hate lifeverbal abuse and acoustic nightmareaudio rebound, spinning aroundit's just the same thing over and overi hate lifechannel this or that,yeah i hatepain immense, washed away in torrent of angergod smotes the unworthy, the unclean,we find ourselves to be so high and mightyuntil we descend, descendi hateyeah i hate.Hatred. | 2021-08-30 23:29:00 |
| aether | droppin my cares out of a large bomb bay door | 2021-08-30 23:07:31 |
| aether | dead on arrivaldead in the wateryeah dead in an open graveunburiedsequential scintillating sequins shining forth, throughI'mI'mtired.so tired. | 2021-08-30 22:57:14 |
| aether | the pain arises again, well i'm terrifiedwell i'm terrified. | 2021-08-30 15:50:32 |
| aether | heart like a stuck pig | 2021-08-30 15:48:40 |
| aether | hard won good feelings | 2021-08-30 15:07:41 |
| aether | fun times in american highadolescents and screwballsgolden attentionwrought rancidbad fellahscrewballs and rotting rancidtake turns spillingreceptorreceptorreceptorstill focused on some slightfunny how it makes me flex my might.lost in an american high school made large. maybemaybe that's something to be understood.living aliving aliving a life apart, ghost-like. | 2021-08-30 15:03:54 |
| aether | am i a good person or not a good person...i need to stop taking other peoples' word for it...my own judgement, cast upon myself. and a bulwark. | 2021-08-30 14:46:29 |
| aether | 46 directions of mental thought | 2021-08-30 14:33:54 |
| aether | wailing in a corridorpoor bastardsi'm alonethe wind harrows meyet it isn't really here.never really here.brisk pacenowhere to golost in a dreamsurrounded by inept fiends.i do nothingi stay meanderingnile delta, outpointdrainage -> ocean.suffer'anhold me still.Suck on a bottle, pacifier, bib.Held still.pitch hue 0 void, alpha 100% | 2021-08-30 10:03:52 |
| aether | so much personality it makes the walls look like paaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa... | 2021-08-30 09:57:51 |
| aether | peacock drowns in shin deep wateretc | 2021-08-30 09:50:06 |
| aether | social culture, no originalityno originalitydying at the bottom of your feetdying at the bottom of your soulat your feetI proclaim to the heightsProclaim to the heightsFree me!trite and expressionlessdark and meaningless.Avid fan of desireAvid for retracingall the futile steps.Mulled over reality.Tires that ceaselessly spin, spin, spinI'm tired and a grognard, no, can't accept defeatEmotional escarpment got carpet bombed.A day a day lost in the netDreams all caught and bound upyeah I love youYeah I Love you.Sorry that I am.Caught in the...web of fabricationsTires that ceaselessly spin, sad sad sad fear that loves itself in the mirror. | 2021-08-30 09:35:48 |
| aether | layers of abstraction to protect my inanity | 2021-08-30 09:28:42 |
| aether | somehow a monster. | 2021-08-30 08:40:02 |
| aether | The pain- it goes both ways. Can't understand what's the truth, except one or the other.Just seeing the pain for what it is. Need to eliminate. Need to thrive upon it.Pain, pain, it's mine. Heart tearing tearful pain. | 2021-08-30 06:29:18 |
| aether | livin' like it's 2012,livin' like it's '99well it's a simulacrum of my heartcuz im in the funnel to the pastthe days they grow oldcant access my heart, of anything newit all hurts to moveAll hurts to move.. | 2021-08-30 06:24:41 |
| aether | visual fidelity,yeah i see it allvisual fidelity,yeah i see it allfiring on cylinders, pumping inthe repeated explosionskeep moving this poor little vesselvisual fidelity, yeah I think I can see it all.Sounds hit the field, sounds hit the field.Caustic embrace of the ignition spiraling up into my mind out the top of my head.Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah it kind of hurts.Not sure why I'm in pain pain pain pain pain pain pain pain pain.Pain pain pain, It hits Hard.I just wanna, wanna, wanna, really want to, really want to! Get out of Here.But I'm slowly accepting my fate, to end at the ground, whence I Came... | 2021-08-29 19:32:09 |
| aether | ♥♥♥♥ all of iti'm tunneling all the way downto some type of honest livingTo some type of grand honest living, where sarcasm isn't out-implied for words like 'grand.'To some type of honest living. | 2021-08-29 19:07:37 |
| aether | take ownership of my lifepiddle away it at last.saving grace,saving grace,A love for meMaybe that's all, but I'm self-examiningAnd I'm not sure I'm all bad.And maybe I can't maneuver as well as I like to hope.Maybe I haven't maneuvered as well as I've hoped.lost in the place alonegazing at dead stonesmaking their way through what may be a hazei'll never truly know, 'till i'm dead. to see through another's eyes fully.empathy for a broken shell.I don't know what to get.learning to live without a support. | 2021-08-29 19:05:02 |
| aether | anger fits the billMan's got ire in his heart.Flames spin higher than lowly type of self-zealotrysafe securitybut that's what you don't haveI'm here in the background. Drifting off. Contemplating death.But I'm just here in the background.No friendship, no life.What's really comin' here?Took a mis-takeDidn't see what your eyes fill in with cold colors of gray.So many cold colors of gray.There's no heart in that sphincter you're clenching.I'm not going to find what I'm looking for in this place. | 2021-08-29 19:01:22 |
| aether | it won't do you favorsit won't do you favorsall the games and the sexit's not gonna do a ting' for you.all the movies and the showsbig showNot a thing for you.Tumbling down in nothing.Tumbling down in nothing.No friendship. No life.Tumbling over to nothing, there's nothing to slide to.Nothing, nothing.You think you got a good idea in mind? Really, I'll tell you the truth.I don't think it's a very good idea.Admonition. Maybe some wisdom, let's check his background.Well well well well he's got nothing.Spreading out, for the map.Gripping unto thumb tacksI'm going to mark you and work my way aroundWork my way around. This place'll drain you.Dry you righteously up.Dry you straight up. | 2021-08-29 18:58:50 |
| aether | fear and excitement,a dull breedflying to heights ofbreeding and bloody frayMy Heart is a LassoTo Grab the ViolenceI'm Stuck in a CorridorNo SemblanceMy Life is a MenagerieOf Futile BeastlinessI Attempt to EstrangulateThe Tears that I WeepDown to my SeatI am morose and finished with this yet upon anotherDays Drive me InsaneI Am Too Much, Yet I RemainAttempting to Survive. Maintain my SanityThey Say That I Am Weak, but I am Just the Flow of ...The flow of...Tigered insanityFlowing outClaws abiding. Striking. I will never escape the riddle, yet embrace with faith the truth that is known deep down.deep downfunneling straight deep down. | 2021-08-29 17:46:24 |
| aether | by the nine divine, it's your lucky daycliffracer flyingggg so hiiighhhhhhh | 2021-08-29 12:47:36 |
| aether | i AM the mainframe | 2021-08-28 12:11:05 |
| aether | rehabitualized normatized co-habitation matrix for my little headsucked into the social aspect, but never quite dead.It's a hard part to be playing when you're funneled through a strawWe'll never hear the end of it, simply entering the maw.Bit and chewed on. Rattle old bones.Keep living to see the end of it.an endless spiral of eternal heart-love naturei'm enamored with the prospects yet humble to remain.deal with dealtfelt what's necessary, a stall is not always an impediment.questioning my personalityit becomes a taskThe future arrives through wavesClear me up so I can see it anewsee it all, clear viewsee it all, perhaps a clear viewsee it all. see it all.I have overconfidence, indomitable... so I believe. | 2021-08-28 11:01:50 |
| aether | clocked status,the clicker is pushed ini'm on this ideai'm in this realityguess i'm a prodigy and even if i wasn't i'd wish i wasso impressed am iso impressed am ino humilityit kind of hurtsDrag you to your fortuneI'm an unfortunate soulwith all the fortuneis it me you're after? Searching web pagesSearching web pagesCan't find what you're looking for?Is it me you're after, well, probably not.Well, probably not. | 2021-08-28 10:50:37 |
| aether | hollow yeah i feel a little hollow hours spinning me past into a neat tidy web constrictorneat little web constrictorgot bed bugs and some neat little cricketsdon't keep the place tidy so i just hide from their presenceso curious are theyTidy bugs, keepin' the place annoyinggoose bumps.Real goosebumps,extending across my body.and the boredom, the lackAvailabilityAvailabilityPeople they come around, and then they goand the bugs, they the samethey the same | 2021-08-28 10:38:54 |
| aether | hopelessly spinning | 2021-08-27 23:55:56 |
| aether | the eternal warrior | 2021-08-27 23:14:13 |
| aether | always disappearing | 2021-08-27 23:13:55 |
| aether | i'm disappearing | 2021-08-27 23:11:49 |
| aether | Damnable silenceDamnable SILENCE!It's driving me madBut I, have such an ego, I grip untothe others who matter little, and none of themwill make me cry, if they dislike me,because I am above and beyondAbove and beyondand I don't like them already.And I don't like them already.Don't understand what This is About.Life, life, life, life, life. How do you quantify it. Qualify it?How do you handle something which is slippery to hold, snake of Oblivion staring me dead in the face. So I don't know.Why do I dislike, everybody I come across. Am I looking for an equal? And will I ever find one?Why do I look down on others?And will it become a crime? Escape artist, going from party to party. Group to group.How do I manage this bare-minimum guilt, and this apathy. A regular ol' sociopath you'd think.Much ado about nothing apparently. Life, life, life, life, life.It's something else. | 2021-08-27 21:17:50 |
| aether | mysterymystery and happinessHappiness and mysteryIt's all odd but some things make sense, you know.toot my horn, sing my praises.It's all a mystery.Somehow.Grabbed unto, a strange notion.The And always comes up, what if it's this And this.Not just.. This.And thus, reality becomes even more complicated.Sing my praises, toot my horn.Hyenas laughEnter the fraySidestep lifeQuestion everything.What I'd do to get here.Same old questions, oft on repeat.Often it's so.Often it's so.Often it's so.Often it's so. Dis-eased mind.Uncomfortable rhyme.Oft it is so.Climbing out of every crevice II fall into.Leg over leg, pound for pound better.Toot my horn, sing my praises.but ibut iegoegoegoegoego | 2021-08-27 21:13:00 |
| aether | step intoi step intothe prosper-landA fear of no height, no dimensionI see with eyes of goldAnd I'm no longer ambivalentThe Horrors are Washed Away, but Fully Knownand the time spent was not wastedAll Good Truths are Ultimate,and heal the heart.The Specter is Absent and His Machinations Fully Known.The Dream of Life Has Succeeded,True Peace.Something still irks me, and that's that I'm here.But when I feel for my heart, I know that literally everything Good will be So.And thus, I actually feel good, for a small time.A small time. I feel better than okay, but as if I am okay.and the terror may cease, which is always in the background, for a small moment. | 2021-08-27 21:02:45 |
| aether | Sense and senseless, disenamored and inane, screamscream into the tower.Tower of You. Capital Y.Tower of I, Capital I.Screaming into self and other,Screaming in dramatic poise, slammed into the ground by-by- What the truth is.I'll have what's Mine. Truth Beyond Recognition.Truth Beyond Paltry Falls and Tumbles and Scrapes and Knicks and Kicks and Stabs and Painful Slides and Terrors and Watery Graves and and and and and I'll have what I want. Want with a Capital W. | 2021-08-27 20:56:21 |
| aether | jag jag cut of my jib a jab and a sigit's just kind of all pointless, 'till you hit the fear.Become alive, become alive, roasted aliveBecome alive, become alive, Roasted AliveThe flames tumble upward and the sky caves inI'm free of everything and wildly free beyond all imaginationAll conceptual ideas dead in the waterAnd laid waste towaste to the enemyBarking at itBarking to get at itHave mine, Have MineI'll receive what's mine.Glory unto the Father.Glory unto rabid dis-ease. It brings me higher. | 2021-08-27 20:56:20 |
| aether | specter, waiting for mestaring downthrough mebut it's not of mepart and parcelaltogetherdifferentwriting words for nobodysaying things to the airforgetting again and againpain triumphs over allespecially me.especially me.this ghostly specter, says i'm alonesays i'm aloneforever.Yeah, knee deep in the core human positionKnee deep in pain, hopingJust hopingHoping at the end of the line, there'll be a nice granting of wishesHoping at the end of the line it'll all make senseBut yeah,Kinda tired of that whole business.So I'll swing for the fencesAn animal for the painAn angel of death.but ibut iAm just a little morsel. Struggling and 'hoping.'The metered God, barely graspingGrappling with the future, nowGrappling nowWith the monster of lifeLife | 2021-08-27 20:50:56 |
| aether | mindmind habitsspreading like the fireheatheat driesme out, inconsequentunattainablewhat i wantdo i wantLife, life spitsnot at me, but around melike challengesSpinoutrubber burntRealign my destinationRealign my destinationIt's just a liePropagandaIt's just a lieSeeing how,I used to beSettledI became untetheredUntied from the normSeeing how I used to careabout ordinary thingsSeeing how Something Strange, goes onI don't know, what life's got in store.Always something good, Always something BadHurts A Lot. Untethered,and painhitting hard.hitting hard. But Recovery, and some dwindled hopeSome dwindled hope. | 2021-08-27 15:15:47 |
| aether | pitiful darkcalamity jane parking at walmartstones throw fromsomething genuineguess i don't really knowstone throwing myself across the pondno hope for this lone drone.reiterating and reifying the impossiblejagged cuts bandaged by a proper angelslathered honey to diminish the wrought painspinning circles around in all this disdain | 2021-08-26 12:27:16 |
| aether | and i'm roaming until sleepincreasing intolerancefor this realitysome of the timegets close to the bonessome timestrikes me near the bonecuz i'mtired tiredexhausted mireddrag my rear up a hillDrag my-self up aup all of that immeasurably qualitative dullDullness shining dullSorrySorryhitting bone.rattling my bone-cage because life's lack of thrill. | 2021-08-26 11:41:17 |
| aether | dwellin in the deepmotor runnin for for the empty lanefor for the senseless seatstrapped to a rocketthat goes nowherei hit the pageover and overmy mind hits the pagefor the viewi click and clackjust to become estrangedOh it hurts to knowHow I will ever escape my seeming dirtied sinI thought used to be cleanBecome tainted, but my attempts to clean itclear it up a bit.I am alone inmy heart most of the timeAs if a vagabond for the meat of the issueYea I'm just singing alonePretty bird, relaying the thoughtPretty birdI'm caughtRattle a bellThere's no cage and no barsjust an unsettling silencejust ajust away to hold my-selfin the tiredness that accruestowards night | 2021-08-26 11:41:14 |
| aether | wanna be knowneyes seeing meears hearingjust eyeballingme to the seawhere i won't faltersee me drownbut iyea i don't ii don't see others quite clearlystigmatized to enjoy myselfbut i'm self-focused, maybe a bittoo much.It hurt a lot- to know others don't care as muchMaybe I'm perceiving wrongly again,wish I had a situation that proves the strangenessas haughty lies overthe simple reality before meseeing never clearalways got a speck in my windowjust just justseeing the truthwouldn't be so hardover-communicative'cept i find it strangeeveryone's so quietplodding alongcursed wrought 'pon mesemblance of something i don't grokand i don'tand i don'trockin' outbecause things spin in and out of focuslike a bipolarityand a mental sicknesscuz i'm just herefor the duration'till the endlife barely connectedlife barely hooked together.Pulling the wagonbehind mesemblance of reality, my eyeswhich tell me not everything.not everything. | 2021-08-26 11:31:01 |
| aether | combat slayer igniteri'm on firein the morningin the eveningat nightand mostly all of the timeburning away, burning awayyeah i love all of the dayspending my timebeing a tad angstyyeah i love all of the timeon firedays spend themselves into theinto the airmolten airyeah it feelsso goodcascading downwon't you feel me apacebrightly lit placesomething in the headbut it's not something to erasei'll always rememberyeah i'm feeling greattypically all the timebut i don't knowquite persistentlyfanning the flamesfanning the flamesyeah i like lifelike existencebut ibut i feel soinflameddragging out it allto the farthest reachesi'll manage my destinationGonna reachreach it very soon.Love life | 2021-08-26 11:21:42 |
| aether | covetous of a real relationshipcounterfeiting and make-believingwhy does having an OK life feel like nothingi am always searching for something moreand i don't know what it istranscending the surface level thoughtsi pull the words from down below.hidden in the murkin my uncouth sadnessseeing as how this nothingness taught me a lessoni've become calmstrangely stilllearned or felt somethingequanimitystill and calmlife batters mei don't know where it comes from,but it isn't so bad.and my resort, to stop fighting and lay stillbecause of part-exhaustionunable to know the why of anythingi'll keep moving...unable to seeunable to really seei grasp for the ineffable, intangibleand i just want it,and i know i want it too muchas if i'm calling for the afterlife early, in order to possess | 2021-08-25 00:42:56 |
| aether | an endeavorclimbing hillsclimbing the hillno returni spent my days warding the lonelinesswith ears that aren't interestedi spent my daysclimbing a hill of exhaustionthere is a shining light,extending far backat the end of my journeyi'll know why i feel alonenot understanding why some simply to prefer to pass the daysmaybe i ought to return to silencewhence i camea still voiddepression streaks through at timesevents sometimes renewthe unpleasantness of an unsound ringhollowness piercingto be not at homeunsatisfiedmake the best of itbecome my better halfsomehow traversing this sunken placei will find a light amid the ashand no longer fight with retributive sadnessovercoming an obstaclei don't know what i amand i don't know why i feel like i do not belong.somehow estrangedand too tired to move. | 2021-08-25 00:33:23 |
| aether | i'm not sure what i want out of peopleand maybe i shouldn't have anythingmaybe there's nothing to getand i falldrifting awayfor there is nothing to hang on to | 2021-08-24 17:22:05 |
| aether | wish my life was full of drama or something to attach tobut it's just quiet and training me for acceptanceto be at peace | 2021-08-24 17:19:12 |
| aether | something sparks. am i the problema gasoline ignitionis it i who does not navigate my life properlymust it just be navigated properly as istiredness sweeps across me | 2021-08-24 17:17:07 |
| aether | bitter and grey. i should resolve to be a better person, but the lack of emotion and the silence of life kills me. so i decide to feel bitter. | 2021-08-24 17:04:10 |
| aether | life is probably about something noble, and we bask in its mystery. | 2021-08-24 16:30:20 |
| aether | a wink and a nudge, and a slowly descending staircase. | 2021-08-24 16:27:35 |
| aether | the quiet darkness | 2021-08-24 16:21:45 |
| aether | my life spills out the floodgatesor it did some years pastand i just...i just meander downback to the water tableback to the original originalsback to the seeming promise landseekingseeking its depthmixing in its breathunable, unable to obtain a hair's breadth beyond the ill-fated fallacoutrement to my simple planwhich is nonebecome my emotionsbecome noneand falter and fall unstable until i crumble to the ground.water simply falling to the ground | 2021-08-21 20:22:00 |
| aether | something about monks and their acceptancesurrender down to the endlessthe walls do not clamor if you do not beatthe prison enraptures if thou admits defeat.or so i might believe, in due haste committed to my retreat.and so i might never have anythinglest this lair of cobwebs keeps growingsomehow nestled about,by dead little organisms.i'm fond of retreatbasking away in the running and stymie of my feet.hitting where i must layobedient however i also disobey.taking the path of least resistancesitting and churning down like wateri churn down like water | 2021-08-21 20:21:58 |
| aether | yeah i'm uninspired.yeah i could have a thing less or twoyeah i could spin yarncould knit myself a blanket.sitting in the barnyard imagination petty ploy and bopping to another head thumping clay beatwarping by hand and my hand's weakthere's nothing to be said the messages descendeverything turns back 20 againi repeat the same eleven seconds of a songthe eerie halls of my mind resonatemaybe that's who i resonate withmaybe that's who i resonatethe eerie halls of my mind do resonate. | 2021-08-21 20:12:54 |
| aether | words on a pagedo they resonatehit the same tonalitywill the shepherd's tone rise or fallnot really knowing whencejust a shame since it's not really coming hencesitting and thrummingemotions beat up and dumbingmyself down and left running up and over, aroundthere's no escapeleft hummingsince nothing's comingdis-ease and disorderly conductbasically bring me fever dreams and a vision of grand realityyet when i sit at a standstillit's just nothing, it's something else entire.uninspired. | 2021-08-21 20:12:52 |
| aether | lullaby of my graveunmarkeddate of passing, unknownreality uncertainwords don't really conveysometimes, transienta pained heartstill here, still hereguess it'll be over soondecades can be soonyears pass me bya day in a flickerit's not going fast, but it didn't matter.such is a flicker.just wanna, just really wanna...exit stage rightbut not everything was done rightor maybe i'm illusioned into fear.disillusioned from alli sit and listen tothe cornersand the melodieslife was so strangelife is beginning to appear less strange...and the circle repeatsand the tone reinitiatesthe life spins its wheellooming abovemy mischiefbrought me hereto this lifeto spell out my lazy missionwhat all aboutcaught about without a carespinning entire in my mind's laissez fairefreedom at lasti nestle my headbut it was a great journey i warrantedexcept all i can do is rest.how strangehow carelessly poignant | 2021-08-21 20:04:29 |
| aether | i await death in a solemn straight laced forward facing manner, as if it could happen nowor maybe not really, maybe that's just how i felt during some close lightning strikes that shook the window panes of my house.i await death but shy away from the paini await death but i'm scared of gargling and raving as i slowly am put out of the misery.and life and life and life like drugging my fingernails across a chalkboardand life and life and life semblance brought nearer to theeand life and life no escapesomehow or maybe wrong, searching up all the answersbelieving insane things, knowing insane thingsto get back to a dreaming state. or to feel alright for five minutes. | 2021-08-21 19:54:06 |
| aether | don't care about anythingcare about my joycare about lessening of anxietystatements which crisscrossdon't quite make sensewish i was freeso free it hurtor not really.days pass and the only cage that is rattled is minelost in the backroom, talking to myselffaded from life itselfunenthused and disenamored with just about all this crap we give ourselves to busy our hands or mind | 2021-08-21 19:54:04 |
| aether | had a dream that bugs bunny's daughter was held hostagethat about says it all | 2021-08-18 18:44:23 |
| aether | fear and the painsocial acceptance and the matters not which clog the draini can'tpour myself a beergot childhood traumagot teenage traumagot adulthood traumatrauma-reel movie cinemaand the movies and tv, trauma traumaexistence pouring downstubbornmaybe all the admonitions i'll just ignorestubborn, i'll just ignorethere's no solutionthere's maybe no problemhumans like to troubleshootbut you can't troubleshoot something that's a problem at both ends.thus this tautology speaksacceptance of the problemcasting away my shadeshadows don't abate.maybe there's no escape.and i'll accept it anyway. | 2021-08-18 18:42:09 |
| aether | resting in the unknowingmy very next very human goalto extend this miserly existencejust one iota farther | 2021-08-18 18:25:16 |
| aether | the quiet-making realityand the abominable talkingdriven a wedge and split in halfto clear out the riff raffvowels and consonancesconjunctions and pronounsverbs and nounsarchitecture of air bubbling and frothingthe lungs uneasy and spurtingjust dire gasps when nothing is under threat anywayall is suggestionall is lies or truthnothing is beholdenbut the human is girded toward specific ends or aimsor perhaps nothingand the nothingness makes me comfortable, then uneasyand the suggestiveness of truer truth, happy and then racy heart palpitationswas there a way outshould a human find a way outmeandering little claws, stubbing them as he attempts to stab his way to the top of this ridged rockand iall is a great costand being not sure what is boughtleft it still and obscuredso that i won't feel the need to purchase it again.unable to bludgeon this place for what is realmy detective tactics are going the way of the dodo. | 2021-08-18 18:24:41 |
| aether | no truth can be found except the experiencing of reality itself.and here i spin my wheels, waiting to make some grand escape.just the same thing over and over...i should've known when i watched things grow and diethings rise and fallwater erode a mountainthat this was going to happen to me tooand maybe it will continue to be thatmaybe it will continue to be that until i'm gone.eager unacceptance of lifebut the monster of reality wants swallow me whole. | 2021-08-18 18:15:21 |
| aether | dead at the endso what i'd really live forsome thoughts about realitythat's what i lived forall pleasures gradually dried upthe infatuation became the sameand the desire and graspingmaybe that'll go toodire need to get outdeaddesiccated on the floorlike a bug that wasn't able to get water.but in that metaphor there's a grand place to return toscary isn't it, lost alone with myselfunable to prove anythingeverything appears to be nothing whilst simultaneously having substance.words on a page are self-referential to everything else. | 2021-08-18 18:15:19 |
| aether | calm i amgrand standi'm okay, i tell myself, just to be okay.fighting through the burning awayof my soul's passionfighting up that hillto rival the scorched voidbecause truth cannot be set freeunless we meet its fatestrange reality, transcribed about methe things i believe in, all hurtthe things i want to be true, i disregardrest in the tutelage of heaven, i cannot hold in chagrin what is a better truth.and meander i might and must, and meander i might cause myself painbut it'll sort itself outday by day, plodded through | 2021-08-18 11:15:14 |
| aether | rare messageseen but onceflashing subliminally in the backgroundas if an echolost in the space between spacesseen throughseen pastgone for a whilea chance to meetweep at the messenger's feetdisturbed, fell to the bottomgrave of yours truly, left amid painthere's nothing others can dogotta muster your strengthand if you don'twell it doesn't matteryou're going to live or die through itthere's no escape from existence itselfjust plodded along through it all.day by dayframe by framemotion by motionand the time, anybody got the time?slang for high time to get the hell outta dodgebut the pathways are melted shutthe fringes are all sewn and the eyelashes rest carefullyin a certain stew of molten emotion | 2021-08-18 11:15:12 |
| aether | and i am loveless by society's standards,yet i have had good friendsstirring in a seeming gravesitescared of destiny's wrathrepeating the old platitudestreaking across the sky above my plateaui have no cognizance, except of what i herald as divinegripping unto my guilt, spinning in its hiltready to pull sword to ward the enemies of my faultsomehow life keeps turning and acceleratingslow in its fantasy i long for a day out of insanity.and no one knows quite how much i suffer just by mere walkingmy head turnt still to listen to shrill heaven's wordbe still and know your place wasn't the admonishment given in his stead.and flames roll down hills and my mind spires to brutal spikejust want an escape from my total plighta rare reprieve from a downhill demolition derby. | 2021-08-18 11:02:42 |
| aether | buried under hills of muckis my visageseen through eyes of separationderision arisedon't know how to quantify itjust see the life as it ismaking tall spiresof haughty irefor thee and thineyours and what's minebecause we have no friendshipwe are not in accordus beating heartsjust travailing the pathtoward destiny's wrathand no man has qualmstoward what he really believes inbut every spiteful wordis bitten on the script he sees outwardto see enemy in thy eyescreaming out, attack, attack his grave siteand dig up his bonessomehow you'll be closer to the truthto make a mockery of his sad inward sight | 2021-08-18 11:02:39 |
| aether | some of me, says i deserve to burn, off-handedly, not surethat i deserve to sufferand yetand yet it is questionable how much of holiness is from sufferingtrulygot that christian guilt theme going onbut i don't adhere to anythingexcept chronic beating of my heartblood stream charged with lovebut it's no joke, i suffer, and the pits swell with sweat.but i be doin' no work in the name of man.useless and combative to my family and friends.just a dope hooked on learning trite things online.skipping the workforce to be a senseless drain.but i, but i, but i just want to bebut i just want to be freeescape foreverescape meescape the tree branch that is yours truly | 2021-08-18 10:51:59 |
| aether | bottom of the pitgot sweatgrinding teethodd shakes and shiversconniving man insidepleased to meet yabottom of the wellsayonarafalling adriftcotton and petroleum bedsheetspits that stinkhere to meet my heydayresurrection from the tomboh the light, present on the horizontook some CBD oil, so now i'm chemically securetalked to the plant spiritgave him my nameno longer driven insane, but ibut i got a lot to work outand doubt self-centers itselfand centering upsets the upsettersand my crosshair is lit upwith its white indicatorsdragged through another clickto escape the rest | 2021-08-18 10:51:58 |
| aether | peace and calmare qualities that escapetwirling spectacle before my eyescontained withina mind connected to its stemembracing down to the lower halfa map of all the reality, territory transcribed to its maker, its mindsearching for the tingly phrasesmy poetry rots in hell for its pleasure-seekingand yet i cannot ceasebump on a logfell off the turnip truckflotilla of strange words down a riverwhat speaks to memeander from me, through meof other kindsof other soulsseeking some contentmentworking out my inner predicaments.i don't know, poem end | 2021-08-18 10:18:48 |
| aether | chasing after every abstractionunable to attain satisfactionwhat about, ooh, what aboutit stirs my abstracted soul to sing melodiously about this agonyabsconded off by the perpetratorsof grinning and happy peoplebeholden to nonebecause i ama broken deedset to demolishits contained innardsbut what am i aboutand odd twists wind the road, somehow speaking to my soul obsessing me down, sucked into them like a vacuum | 2021-08-18 10:10:18 |
| aether | and the perturbations and the vibrationsseek to cauterize and chastise this lonely heartbut i just want to write angsty poetrywith made-up wordswhile my chair squeaks, from being overly embodiedas i lose myself into the furniturethe comfort the only virtue over sin, the torture and sufferingi've got a complainer's hearti have seers speak in my mindyet i wheel around the wheelwith my square wheeled buggybanging every rut in the roadrarely able to stopuntil it hits me square in the face,what i should dobut i don't know what i'm really on aboutleft the stove on to ignite the placein my mind's eye and my dreami can't escape but it will seemestranged notes hitting a certain highbeneath this hill of soulful abstractions belies the agony.slurp slurp, i'll drink my ovaltine.hidden riddles, seeminglytwirling in retrospectmirages so it appears | 2021-08-18 10:10:15 |
| aether | the rapt teeth that breathe inuncannyspin tire, spinsexistential ennuia slow vampire drains my bloodeyes which continually burn... for the futureunsatiatedunsubstantiatedconfirmation bias for alland a bleeding heartsucked up by a monstergotta continually prove myselfto the ether and the windflags fall down, no longer buoyed by pole and sturdy structuremy disdainbecoming me, a raw retreatinto a type of quietfolly to prove myself to the wind and the treesa falling awaywhat am i here to servewhat am i here to bei would sling out something important, toward the skyprometheus, grabbing my necktutelage and pain,what am i really saying.my water levels are finei march in linei see the skiespompous hillbilly sent to derivetruth from a lietires spinmired in the mucki don't know jackjack that i don't knowcry, that's all i'll do.with this life. | 2021-08-18 10:00:00 |
| aether | well i've reached catharsisinsanity bounces aroundunable to keep my head straight ontired, i just want to sleepfeel a strange sensewash and overwhelm meeverything will be alrightbut more pain may comejust sit and acceptthis life and expect nothingjust sit and acceptthis life and expect nothinglike i've reached my quotaof suffering and the angels above bestow upon mea relative boon. just to stop me from losing track on this seemingly deranged rather boring rollercoaster.except i'm sufferingand nothing's newhope for realityhope for something trueready to turn in my mental toysmy abstractionsaccept a higher power againleave behind the escapism and the nihilism, solipsismstrange sense washes over mewhat really is true? if my goal is hedonism or happinessthen it's clearly not this impossible feeling being taught to me | 2021-08-14 20:30:07 |
| aether | twisting through the sandjuxtapose this and stand1980s moviejust a B movie thrillerhard to be more content, than just sequence after sequence, flipping through my mindslide-reel, caustic and burning, fraying at edge after edge.the prophecy determines, who will insert their chagrinjust another snakeperpetually eating itself.molting and twisting and spittin outit doesn't quite get at, what burns its gut, cause i cant see the malformed thought itselfdraggin outsnarltoothsnake bitbleeding awaythis marred truthfool and sake unfound, positive leaningsomehow around | 2021-08-14 09:45:35 |
| aether | sent here to fakebut here i'll eraseuntruth and liesspent to thrive aliveand not writhecareless do make, here i have arrivedbastion of the soulless, heartlesscaught in-riddlemidnight starejaw slack, nothing to be naughty aboutcreature comforted by its natural sin,just about i spin, turning forevertired of the same old rhymelearn a new language, forget it in timejagged hills which hypnotize for the thrillssame old story, except maybe notoctave risingouroboros animation | 2021-08-14 09:45:29 |
| aether | spit upon a roastturning to dire straitsnarrow evasion, haughty hateand a spinnin bone marrowsucked drycouldn't escapeso tonight i'll just slowly disintegrateannihilate my fire, scuff it outturn all the other wayno shapeno fatejust shakes and tremorsoblivious to my naturesent heaven's rakehere to plunder and dastardly fakewithout a matemelancholy song twist entirespin my yarn, spin my fatein-charge of it i takesemblance erasegot a penchantlaudy and lord's sakenaked below the napesemblance do erasevestibule and vestige tossed into the conflagjust a burnt conman | 2021-08-14 09:45:24 |
| aether | metabolic lightwormchuggin alonggot a hand on a flaskholy waterthe dye is never quite castsemblance of theehurricane nearer to theesemblance don't lastsee the real yousee 'em real fastflippin cards and shuffling decksgot a penchantno lifeno rentno sexand the song were melancholythe hip and the strangedancing all the sameand aspin my tiresgot no bottle of irejust flames set aboutsinged to the touch about naughtsingin out, holy fire flamesanguine and in shamechannelin spirit, spittin toothburnt bookmincemeat for the riotliars on hot, dispense with itand uh, really couldn't seewhat ya mean to mei'm sorry, laughable oaf | 2021-08-14 09:45:20 |
| aether | and to describe my plightjagged spire which hypnotizelost in anotherdescension upon plane of existencecaught in rhyme and fashionlost again to the march of perilous actionand to be unsureif plights lived or unreala grace of beautydriven like a wedgeplummet to the heartbegone past the edge | 2021-08-14 08:10:11 |
| aether | drug throughthe parapets sling rocksthe murderholes scare the living daylights out of meand the oiland the moatand the drawn bridgeand the cavalry of fresh bodiesand the ascentthe climbthe stabs i have to plummet through and bearn teeth to succeed in the melee the combatthe endless foray into insanity with no escape except committed beyond the punishment of deserters deathand the marchand the foragingand the stealingand the raising and ceasing of my heart and slumberto be dragged through an invasionwith no mercy by god or countryand a dream of somewence placebeyond strife, staring back at itlike a childish appreciationunable to bear the atrocity in true depththe horror and what soon leaves.because merely a dream. | 2021-08-14 08:10:09 |
| aether | the spiral of consciousnessoctave being met and superceded.the baggage passes by the waywardcollected and stampedpostcard of something i drug my heels onscraped my nails all along the waythrough the dirtjust wanted just wanted just wantednot sure what i truly wantedexcept ineffable feelings put uponby the endless weightdrug me downto the groundsliding by the chariot masterand the horsesfearful of the ridged rocksfearful of the abominable deathslamming into every problematic dilemmagive it up, given upi gave it upto let the heavens pourthere is no escape but what i live throughmercy not extended by god or country | 2021-08-14 08:09:58 |
| aether | there's no real explanation, put a gun at the back and a gauntlet on the forward, and you merely have someone who might just crumble.unable to do your bidding.unable to muster the strengthto haul this packcarryalla skyward aircraft, carrying the troopsweight angledslinging forward.and to insertand to bring losses to the battleground.delivering souls, and i delivering trite expressionsbeaten by a setup, a regimeuntil i have no respect for myselfuntil i must pushpush until i drown, driven by weight, angled, hurtling forward.until i can bear no more. but it's been said and done.but it's been reiterated.and the pen scribbles and the marker highlightand pencils squabbleand the motif is driven deadlocked with the forward momentumthe motif is screwed tight into the chassisand the motor blaresripping my fingernails offthe inspector takes a gander into my softunderbellypsychological primping and priminghe removes my derelictionwith a little incisement. | 2021-08-14 07:52:57 |
| aether | an experiment gone wronga prussian military academy similaritypavlonian dogslatheringfor a drink of bad watercropped and tiredgive me the crown of thornsso i can be at peaceit didn't work, except bomb me out and set me freeyet that freedom practically comes from anotherand safety is bought by helpand the world thinks it oddto see nothing to do, where opportunities arise, i simply wait. | 2021-08-14 07:52:55 |
| aether | and I can't.and I CAN'T.somehowoh the agony, the pain, the procrastinationriddled with fear, the social anxiety, the societal expectationfear of failurefear of remorsedriven to movebludgeoned like a horse with crude spike attached to heelgiddy up and move, marchnow i'm here, left in the waste of nothingmy dreams are about more schoolingand i want to do nothing. | 2021-08-14 07:38:07 |
| aether | run it againi re-enablecheck the boxtick the mark-place.tidy upclick a peni erase and clear the spacei write againthrow a piece of paperclick the penjagged pen drawsin angerripped about the pagefrustrationcould i findmay i findhow do i findoh please sirmadamfind,patheticismslewn aboutslane plain and simplethrewn about this threshold got a pencil gripthumb wornlead brokenscattered aboutpaper whitebleached and boringslammed into the dirtby an educational systemtaught me the valueof learning, of learning truth tooto have so much consternationto be driven insaneby a whiplashing me o'er and o'erlashing me to finish. | 2021-08-14 07:37:54 |
| aether | trainedlike a muleto operate in a certain fashionreal quick mechanical operantagentinside and outspittin' out wordsdiatribelearned his lessoneverything goes back and forthlike a mindless dualityis there phantasm or a fiction in herei can't get the words out of my brainhit upon, hit uponfind the answerhow to find the answerstringent and the cord gets pulled tight and tautripped around the neckam i free to gofallen downwill there be anotherbeheld to anotherbeholden to nothingdraggedby a forlorn gripgrab by the fleece over my skinknife sharp-set sharpened and reinforced and laid over mecarelessly cut throughcut overpulling this second skin offi thought i was an embryo in a shell perhapsa cannon ready to fireexplosive, dire, slamming outbut the calmness developedin my little safe spot, nestledbecame my selfand now odds and end buffer each otherfor i cannot determine who lived | 2021-08-14 07:29:02 |
| aether | forgot to mentionbridges burn themselves over timedon't know what a friendship ismust be a loserand i grab unto my little weaponto point and glareeyes mind my starejust sitting in a lair, separate from theeseemingly. distraughtforever droughtthe rains come over nightand if day, my eyes pass right through themunacknowledgedno recognitionsomething withinturning its wheelgrindstone whittle me downwhittle this fiction all the way downsemblance of me spread out like paper connected shapesstaring through the holeswas i to get in formhollow, outlinedseen right througheyes which passand quality which maybe isn't there. | 2021-08-14 07:17:25 |
| aether | hate, doth hate, hatehate, spins reckless in mindlove, lovecan't use the word lovei lovei loveand prefer the word use of hateand other acronymsand eerie synonymsi should open a thesaurusand learn my fateto copy myselfinfinitude of repetition.Self-hate. I just continue on.And boredom often entails the steady snail crawlemitting dull screams, a dull residuespread across the floor hopelessly enamored with it allwriting to the grave, writing to a fictionrecognition deserveth notpasses to the hiltsword stuck in the ribcagevain glorioussomething riots withina popular contrivancehit upon. hit uponswept across this weary ground- floating high abovesomewhere in the gravity of spaceand to break from the scenefled | 2021-08-14 07:17:13 |
| aether | a monster conceives of his victorya self-hater meanders through his list of abominationseyes pass me byand the infinite power at the bottom of the Wellcalls out to us nighsingingsinging for my rescueyet i'm incapable and deserve none of itthat which wisdom preventsor so the tale i'll spinchasing my talewell it's tails all the way downouroboros fictioncoloring my chagrin.to attain everlasting joyin all its regardsa Wellto be mine.inevitable in my greed.or so I tell myself,so that maybe I'll win. | 2021-08-14 06:59:23 |
| aether | weird how,i thought i knew myselfweird how, i thought i knew the placeweird how i thought i knew who i amand the creature comfortsdo inspiremalady thereupon significantly unadmiredwhat's there to gain and hope forwild reckless abandonsight for allsight for just mei'm just a thing, thingbrought to you by the horrid however, in the skyinfinite power lay at the bottom of the Wellsight and slake the thirst but i cannot attain what wisdom preventsso i wait for the pale to be brought up by winch, inch by inchstrangehow i should know the rulesstrangehow should stepping in line always feel a waste of timerecognitionpassing us bygripped unto by the great ark in heavencarrying uswell it's arks all the way downor so the tale i'll spinknowing notthe infinite power, raising by winch'till i can finally drinkand hope i do not turn into straw dust | 2021-08-14 06:59:21 |
| aether | significant powerinefficient and inabilityto attain a simple thingrecognitionpasses bylost in beliefsghost in the illusioncannot finda handle to get this door openstrange to find oneself powertripping when there's so much laid on toplike a mountain of horrora mountain of mental abstractions, put upon the fiction of realitynot sure what is reali'll continue to stay right heretalking to myselftalking to youthe ghost in the illusionthe ghost(s)dead in the watersignificant powerinability and inefficiencyunable to treadbeyond its scopemired in finitismyet the mountain of tumbling thingscascade on meand i feel infinitely powerfulunable to gripa simple door handleto fling this whole thing open | 2021-08-14 06:47:04 |
| aether | writing to entertain the daywriting to entertain the mindspendthrift acknowledged his faulti spend the thoughts and rend the tallow from the fatclean myself clean and thorough because the morrow never had its sorrow without another spiffy railroad behind it leading up to itaccosted by my very self in accordance with the pasthard to let go what i keep lashing on to my little mind-vessel and i'll keep travelling forward with baggage, through these rapids. oh the pain, delicious pain, to entertain the navel with its agonyglad to have its epiphany and dear to its sacrifice, the beauty of the facets of dissatisfaction less fearful if there is a silver lining. | 2021-08-13 11:47:23 |
| aether | extended out to endless arenas to perhaps glorified satiation.because a human is here and nowyet, without a little vision, where are we to ...where would we really go, knowing nullsentence structure arraigned, court date estrangedstood before an official group, rendered to attendagain, again, again, again, again, again, againno escape from this settled and tepid soupembracing an eye and an eari can't see from here to here nor therehit upon and sent packingdon't know what i'd write aboutif all was lackinga thin porridge, committed to thee and thinei can taste, merely hereapparent separation, coming up, mix it out, and ignore myself.i wish there was an escape, as per usuala man set to automatic repeatmy emotions stymied.i think my earth days will continueand there won't be a routi won't be leaving as this confused lout, except to be driven out through ashamed death | 2021-08-13 11:39:26 |
| aether | hammering home, the metal plateperhaps it won't bend and will remain straight.attach it to my selfgird my alloy, appear as somethingappear as someone. and ihave grave hopes, that extend millenniaand i,have fiery compassion | 2021-08-13 11:39:24 |
| aether | and i wonder where the words come frombecause it doesn't seem myselfto masquerade as virtuous, a dishonest maskfool-hearted and embracing the hopefed to me in a loopwhen i should just give upand settle into the soupbrain drivel mind-mattered fell into a hoop,scored a pointdrove around the racetrack againi'm sorry, so sorry, to contemplate thisi'm sorry, so sorryto fall into a pattern again | 2021-08-13 11:39:17 |
| aether | eschewed friendsbecame a _____don't know what life isit's a ________question answer boxtired and crazycrying and little loyaltythought i could _____but there's just ______days pass me byi see the answers in them allor do ibeen lied to, been told the truthnot sure whichor if it's all a switchparadoxically formingbecoming my propagandabecoming my temporary gripand a swing and a party or twoexist faintly in my mindfar removed from the pit that i fell intoand uh yeah i, uh yeah- icouldn't tell you whatcouldn't tell you hownor whydrown't out from the noise of the commonplacewe see ourselves in distant trancemarching forward into the distancebecause there's not quite a hellif you keep thinking there's somewhere to get toand then the monsters can't get youexcept iwanna be claimeddrown't down in the pit of my hatredeaten alive for the virtues that are also sins.and rectify the situation whole again. | 2021-08-13 11:27:47 |
| aether | stolen vitality, waking past midnightglued to a monitor screenholding on to my dreamsgot a gripthink the other-me, the dream-mewants me to be happystruggle this and thatgrip unto this thatcan't believecan't hold untothis and thatbut a broken down toypull the stringi'm a marionettesadness and bereftof the reality i metinside my headfor all the daysi lefthappiness wants to meet mescared to traipse its steps.like some stalker hunting its goldlost in the labyrinth of the soul.the same day repeatsbut it isn't the same dayparadoxicallyi'm on the hunti see over the horizonhappiness belongs to meand yetthe turning pathwinds into a horrid type of mathresolve dissolved into my mouthcorners rounded come full circleand the lesson repeatsand the sinking into this placerepeatsafter wake and wake and wakerepeats | 2021-08-13 03:20:40 |
| aether | hopeless masochistic riddlespinning toppointless dribblefoaming of mouthbaring of teethclawed erasurefalling fromthe ideagrand ideawhere i look,where i have seenfoaming of seaemptybaring my teethbaring my teethbaring my teeth.primordial sunshinedarkness arisenthe blood withinno shameand no hopeless visionborn from tooth and clawash spread far and wideemptyemptyhow could there have ever been a problemif there is no mindvoid of contentit becomes what it was meant to bea dreamthe void screams and tosses and turnsawake one minuteand still the nexti'll formulate a new planand get dashed on rocks with no context.dreadhurricane of valuesit becomes nothingnessdread my best friend, and all the hate and pain and aches and sores and petty squabble | 2021-08-12 17:24:19 |
| aether | everything.but it's not to be given to me,so i'll take some sort of high groundand be virtuousof having nothingsomehow.lost in transit to nowhere from a supposed some-placeadmit defeat.and wear comfort on wearinessbecause that's all there is. | 2021-08-12 17:17:06 |
| aether | you know,i might be dead.you know,i have already be in the placehopeless derisionfor the very same space.odd, my mindwilling to haul itself outnot inand the hopeless meanderingand the hopeless meanderingsent a cruel vibeand the longer i'm herethe less i care.like a victim of an onslaught he used to despiseworn away like careless rocks, smooth to the touchmind frayed of its deceitspitting at itself while it's weaki'll never understandi'll never get outi'll just admit defeat.i'll just admit defeat.to this very daythat keeps on repeatingthe same and the same and the samemoral of the storymotif and lampshadeforeshadow and highlighthero's journey and ups and downsclimax and anti-climactici just wanted | 2021-08-12 17:17:05 |
| aether | the world with its hopesexpected to do this and thatarbitrary to escape the netarbitrary at bestblackness seeps through the lightcan't see my own darkness paletteselected huecan't see my darkness palettehue of nothing but bluepale skydragged on upwardto escape my wry and tired facehilltop jagjut atop my frowni'm never going to leavei'm never out of town.jagged cut from bandaid and hopeless fixingthere's no solutiondrownt in mood of minedrowned withdesireand dislike, hatred, preference.drownt in the dead of night, with nothing but awkward silencewake up at 3blissful vision of nihilistic movies splayed upon the mind to soothe my aching heart.how strange, to value the escapeof nothing itselfcutting sword on both endshere to set me free. | 2021-08-12 17:10:11 |
| aether | melancholy tune vibesstrummin through the air softlythe events quake through my mindthe tunneling of this quaking one solemnly corkscrews into the etheri drum my invitationto the same placeto the same effectspinning around in hopeless neglect. | 2021-08-12 17:10:09 |
| aether | sittin at the top of the dungheapi topple downslippin and a slidinto nihil i will drown.sittin pretty top of the worldsaw that it was nothinghere i'm nothing but downand the world's secretsand the world's answersand its melancholy frown.i sit atop the heaptumbling all aroundcascading nowi waitpatienceand impatiencepass through the eyecognizance of nothingspilling thrillinto the groundgot a penchant forhangin aroundunfortunately that's all i really got,dang men slingin their hopes of phantomssee me amidst their lackluster presencesee that i drowndie to the event, holy and with no soundmasquerading phantomssorry, i appear to be one toosayonarainto the earthpoured like lantern lighthollow and already screamt my plightsqueamish to embrace deathtucked in to the night, and erased.like so much chalkboredom's a riotwhen you have no sight. | 2021-08-12 17:01:41 |
| aether | merely dancingmaybe that'll include no shamebopping and dancingto and froand sun dawns and sets and rises and circles all aroundcircles all aroundstaring wide-eyed at medon't think i'm given much thoughtdon't think i'm given much thoughtjust a nobodystabbed through the woodbobbing like a corkmankind drifts through my headnot sure where i'll be when i'm deadand a semblance of truthif it ever becomesi'll be wonderingi'll be wonderingstaring at the emptyboundary of my beautiful artworkcrisscross through my heart of darknesseverything was always loved by mei always tried my besti always tried my bestand the crying couldn't come easierbut i'm afraid, convinced, confusedalone, zoned outcomrades thrown awaylost in the bottom of a well full of my own wishes.bottom of my heart | 2021-08-08 20:52:23 |
| aether | heart hurtsdagger flips on overpuddled to the groundi'm hitit hurtsjagged and carvedmangled and bothereddisheveled and thrown upinevitably coming back downlanding sternly on the tablemap of my conquestfutile plotlistening to strange voices in my headhaunted by day to day occurrences thrown aboutthe boat jostlesthrown about, my heart hurtsdunno who people are.non-being myselfhigh self-esteem yet bruised easilyhighly sensitive and sharpbroken alreadyi stay in my cagethe door's wide openbut i see no playdown here, to be freejust to be free | 2021-08-08 20:45:10 |
| aether | and i try to remain humbleand i try to beat myself downand i try to maintain my humanityand i try to keep my hopeand i try to understand all the angles and all the attitudesyet i keep falling, held together by virtue of days passingstringing together a beautiful mosaicof just survivaland i knowthis isn't hellbut i still don't feel well. indeed, maybe it is hell.something in, twists and turnsfind it i maybut never perhaps may i grip itbut one day, one day, | 2021-08-08 20:39:50 |
| aether | dead, dead dead, dead, dead.. dead...but i'm going to live, so i believeso i believejourneying onward and upwardhiding inside.get to know some peoplebut they're just dead i don't know where i amand there's no way outi am hereheresome day maybe,i'll slip on out of hereand the straw dogsand the scarecrowsand the nightmaresand the dagger callsthe postman leaves his messagethe sky screams nihilisticallysomething in turns aroundso i thought, but a murmurof its soundinside my coffini am destined for something | 2021-08-08 20:39:48 |
| aether | and hopefully it all burnsand hopefullyit hits bottomfalling forever'till something breaks my fall, resting in a bird nestresting in my lifestrange that i should be here,as that that is all that is really here.as that is all that is really here.circlingfallingcirclingskygazingit's come downand the shakesand the tremors.and the shakes,and the folly-hoodand the mere mentionof gravitybut it's already tumblingand iand igrip on | 2021-08-08 20:32:47 |
| aether | 'bout to torch my lifei'm a disgraceit's a waste.snap backsnap backsnap backhit over the headhit over the headhit over the headhit and lied tohit and lied tohate, hateburning passionflags unfurlteeth screaming murdersnarling clawscraping away at the vestige of the day.i just need some moreyeah i just need some more.dragged out to sunshinei don't appreciate, this dark dreamjust wanna diejust want outdon't care about being appreciatedjust want to pass away.and it whirlwinds backthe sympathy and the echos of faint humanitybut it's nothing, so much nothingwell i've been lied to. | 2021-08-08 20:29:27 |
| aether | every powerupeventually leads to more sadnessi get a rushit may last yearsbut i knowi will eventually crashbut i suppose it doesn't matter, didn't even matteri suppose it will only matterif nothing's wrong.so i write.in the day i bleed,in the night from day i assume i am freein the fireplace i am alightchristmas christmas jubileetoss and turn to learntoss and turn to unlearni am ignitei am afrightedjagged claws rip and stall, what once was mine is now gripped unto by anothasemblance allletting them crawlbeneath into my eyessomehow awry and writhing inside them now | 2021-08-07 21:20:10 |
| aether | what are real peopleim not suream i supposed to feel a connectiona dead fuse sparked like a twisted fuselage lit on firemetal hitting the groundflew so highto attain graceyet i'm mudwalking about face.to the distanceto march far into my own mindfar into this recesswhat is it abouthow do i solve the riddle of my selfand life, lifestaticstaticdead and wroughtwroughtbroken and brittlehaunted and mental | 2021-08-07 21:20:08 |
| aether | and i am nothingand i am nothingand i am nothingand i am nothingthe mantra repeatswish i wouldget banned for spammingbecause i like being hatedoh i like being hatedself-validation, for all the nasty thoughtsto have confirmationthat people are crueland they are worthless.and they are nothing.and i am just alone (forever.)because it's strange,i cared somehow, and really i thought i didn'ttoday i wakeand recently i don't.Somehow people are nothingSomehow people are NothingVoids walking around, with little opinions and little thoughtssmall and void and fake.i guess i am just a persona persona person...with my little thoughts, and my little opinionsand yet, and yet,and yeti just hate. | 2021-08-07 21:13:48 |
| aether | dead matter erected like a statuescary hollow eyes0000000000000000i might be a skeletoni might be a hollow sorrowful beingnot quite Jed McKenna's vampire.i might not be a real being.The void laughing to itself, perhaps that's all I am.And the reality will shift and morphAnd the reality will twist and breaksnapBecause it's Nothing, Because it's Nothingoh how freeoh how freedead to medead to me | 2021-08-07 21:10:21 |
| aether | so so so sowhat was it all aboutmy heart rings outthe drama burns downlittle is known all aroundi'm sorry it was so simpleit really upended over it really upended overwhat am i but a computer attachemy life lived for screens, embracing fake relationshipsnever quite able to escape.and when i am real,it is nonreciprocaland when i am realit is isn't real.so there is no oneand hence i deprave.deprave.deprecatedi have unfoldedinto some kind of monster of self-perserverancealone and forlorn, swinging this lonely sword.and yeahi don't knowhow simplewish there was something to sayand meaningful statements and meaningful realitywish hope was understood and my heart emblazed with passioni wish i wish i wish i wish i wishbut i'm falling doooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooown.where the bottom rests no one is certain. | 2021-08-07 21:07:34 |
| aether | we got to know each other through an impossible glass mirrorbut it was one-sided.and we may never know what was at the other end, because perhaps it's nothing.oh how i tried to love theejust the average personand i was always given reasons to turn away.never able to like anybody fully.never able to appreciate anyone to their core.just hollow glass and metal.brick walls and wooden walls.brick walls and wooden walls.yeah.i'm dragged to death. out to the far reaches. you maybe were never really there.you maybe were never really there.i'm afraid you never were there. | 2021-08-07 20:59:59 |
| aether | sharp and briski escapeall of you may have been fakei rocket out of my domaini'm sorry but maybe i'm really not.i don't know myself anymorei tried to careand got beaten with iti tried to careand got beaten with itand the standing up for myselfis so strangethe level of depth i had to go tothe notions i had to grip untois sad and patheticjust to free myself.just to turn away from thy visageand acknowledge thisso i don't really know how this'll end.don't know how it ever began.somehow estranged, you and meyou and me | 2021-08-07 20:59:57 |
| aether | and all the lies that have been tolddastardly unfoldyet hold none of the cardsand my slavery was not soldbeheld to this notioni was rapt with attention tosomething i don't quite understandspinning in celestial orbitwith strangers who i'll never know.and maybe shouldn'tbecause there's but a dull light in there.but a dull light in there. | 2021-08-07 20:54:01 |
| aether | care has dropped out of me, like something you haplessly throw into the garbage can.woke up one day this weekdon't care how you smell.never had your experiencenever saw through your eyes.living outside myself, only made me cry.continual tensiona thought of derisiondumped into me seemingly forever.cascaded awaylike a breath of fresh air resumed itself.walking down memory lane, i see things as if new.somehow my brain's tricked itself as if this never happened.somehow i'm alive and gotten through.your eyes, they may be hollowfrequently i thinkthat all the holleringwas of a dull animal.and all the derision, merely of a scarecrow. | 2021-08-07 20:53:59 |
| aether | bludgeoneda corpuscular experiencebludgeonedanother day writtenexistenceset in stone. wooden engraving, like it was a doll for all to be foundexceptexceptno words, and no sound.a doll, a doll for all to be found.except no words, and no sound.people pass awaystiff structures of glass and molten metal.like skyscrapers of economydriven to succinctly tumble outside my visionoh, and what a vision it issemblance of normmankind the brainstormi don't know what there isi don't know what hope is.i drag my knuckles across the grasswheat and barley and high suite remorseful gasps.at last at last at last at last a taskdriven to drive my knuckles across the dirtsleeping in mud i submerge.high towers reminisce me a simpler way.happy folk and moving handsyet i have hunch that it's always been bad.always been bad. | 2021-08-07 20:46:29 |
| aether | stringent and malformeddisease of the bodyline after linerow after rowspeculation upon speculation.Building up into eternity. I am my own salvation.sequence of netherbottled up ketheri rest upon the laurelsbuilt up within mei rest eternallysome place inside of me.dissatisfied folk living inside the happy farmsomething wronga misplacementjourney up to the top,an erasure of existence.the show doesn't seem to endthe show doesn't seem to endmy own happiness dwindlesthe moonlight melancholicly descendsanother dayanother daysemblance of every daycast shade untocast shade untodead, deatha nihil void, openfor me.cast away.fall to theeslipping into the insidesdrowned forever in my embracedragged to the forever vanishing pointcontinuously existent. continuous harangue.always going to boomerangright back to yours truly.right back to yours truly.dead, dead to rightsdead, dead to rights insanebecause there's no escape.no escape.no escape. | 2021-08-07 20:40:13 |
| aether | i almost seem to look right past the linesi almost seem to look right past the linesi almost seem to look right past | 2021-08-07 20:31:09 |
| aether | uneasy with confrontation, avoiding it forever.I don't know who I amso I got lost easy. | 2021-08-02 21:16:39 |
| aether | repeat, repeat, repeathands tirearmpits sweatfuel gets a stamp of approvalfuture datefuture removalheads rollcollapsetunnel relapsespokenso softly spokentruth, truthspillsspillssmellssmells'nother day'nother day to scream and roll around in the hay, like some farm animallike some monster, bred to feed.i tunneli funnelstraight into the enemyno escapeno escape from this historymy life written backwards from forwards.yet inescapably rounding around its past.heading naughtfrettingcontinual unease.Oh don't you know the way it hurts.Continual unease.Until I unraveled.Now I don't care.Now I don't care.Except I'm still struggling, gasping for air.Life continually at unease.Ready to consider me a stowaway. | 2021-08-02 21:15:46 |
| aether | authenticityhad a little ankle bracelet attachedwith a big long steel chain, going down into the ocean.and soon he wasn't there anymorefingernails scrapingdown he goesat mere mention.people, they rove by.people, i can't beI can't beSo swing swing swing I'll run.I'll run flatout far from here.Escape this house, yet againRun flat-out, far from here.Twisting and turning in daylight.Not even here at night.Drowning in the ocean with my true self.and i guess it's like torture, i'll just submerge againautonomic process.making my life a living hell. | 2021-08-02 21:11:09 |
| aether | hit, hit, hitexercise, exercise, exercise.mood, mood, moodmoodliftermoodlifterStab, stab, stab, stabjuke juke juke jukePunch stab punch kick swingEverything's green.punch stab punch kick swingeverything's green.I gotta learn, some nobility here.Learn my lessons real good, so that others will be willing to hear-this voice of mine, drown't in sin-left to broil with the stove on hot-I'm just a careless person here to rot.just a careless person here to rot.Stab twist punch kick and swingI can't get it straight,which way did it go again? | 2021-08-02 21:07:24 |
| aether | dragged | 2021-08-02 21:01:47 |
| aether | will i ever have happiness?the wild reckless abandon of not having happiness is happiness itself.the wild reckless abandon of not having happiness is happiness itself.the wild reckless abandon of not having happiness is happiness itself.the wild reckless abandon of not having happiness is happiness itself.my soul screams and encases and truncatesit morphs and spirals and creaks and twistsit snaps and breaks and licks its wounds.my soul screams and encases and truncates.it morphs and spirals and creaks and twists.it snaps and breaks and licks its wounds | 2021-08-02 21:00:50 |
| aether | stuck on auto, hit repeatspam protection,damn, got some heatshake it offcontinue hitting that notemy life is a journey to nonno-such-thingas present-case every-day realityno-such-thingas present-case every-day realityand the rounds diminishand the horseman swings homeswinging, swingingangling, angling, angling,angling, angling anglingout and outescape velocityprecious planetout of domainout of precious moment | 2021-08-02 21:00:49 |
| aether | stuck on auto, stuck on repeatdesperate to keep hittinghitting the repeat buttonironicgroundhog dayaffecting me like a deranged strait-jacketed person.hate, burns, withinfinding,norouteouti hit all the right notes and got an academy award just for existingmanaged to stand stark against the black contrastwhere void is voidless.continuously self-enamored in myselfyeah that's right,myself.torpedo-gates open and sub-pens shootcavalry dash and men funnelskies topple and heights fumbleeverything continuously makes a patheverything deserves a go? | 2021-08-02 20:56:54 |
| aether | disturbed mentality, ohpeople,they wouldn't understandor maybe they dobut they're trying to maintain a day-routineand i'm just ungluedwith a nice, little, juicy.. safety net.destined to burn it all down.destined to twist and turn in this cavernous sinburning hotno escapeno escapeso i write, so i wrote.no escape, no escape,no escape,no escape.everything continuously progresses into the very same damn day.everything continuously progresses into the very same damn day.and somehow it's entertaining.to notice its insanity. | 2021-08-02 20:53:47 |
| aether | staring into oblivion againits got no namestaring into itstaring inco-starring, myself, with no insidealong with the cast of seemingly invisible peoplestrange doubt, creeping outbugs sprawlingovertopplingmen fuming, grabbing extinguishersputting out the flamesof this heathen's derelictionwas the world realdunno, so i hit the gasout of herewent nowhere, real fast.real fast.so i went real fast, outta nowheretoward here.hit all the right notes, said the right linegot an academy award for managing to be apparent against the black.got an academy award just for existing...and the pain, the pain, the pain, the pain, the painextolling it beyond highest heavenoh don't i love it. | 2021-08-02 20:50:32 |
| aether | Hate hate hatemachines roll onward.Let me go, unwire this individualbut I'm collapsing downrounded around and around, straight to zero.never making it to 1.high heaven of mineimage in thy noggintrustless days and oversleeping.simulacrum blues just so i can rage into a digital ether.repetition its own medium.repeating again over and over.something deep in that type of thinglike a sentence that barely describes anything.over and over again. | 2021-08-02 20:44:04 |
| aether | a dull remedya dull remedyto replay the melodya remedya remedyto remedymyself myself myself myself.+5 inward self-calm+10 aching pain to understand or have insight.-50 churning sufferingdying dead dead deaddying dead dead deadthe life writes itself.the life writes itself.writes itself over and over again.Something of a normal standsitting over there, underneath the lightholding my worst enemythe computer caselost in my dreams, attached to a floating screen.binary digits screwed into my noggin.breath not taken except in exasperation. | 2021-08-02 20:44:03 |
| aether | And all the world's a copy and mirror image of itself, duly worthless.Angels weep and state I am incorrect.Duality of man ready to commit terrible crimes.Poignant motivation and emotion spread thinI am twisting and turning to remain moving.Moving...Moving...What am I to gain.little voice screams in meoh i know, something off my soul checklist i came here to learn for reincarnation!or was the screaming about something elsemaybe it's the indignationmaybe it's the confirmation of my worst fears.or wait, the water spirals down into the holethe whirlpool considers itself a manthe constant self-absorption throws everything into canter.people are aghast at themselvespeople are aghast at themselvesor maybe they don't have my problems.Ghost that I AmHoly Spirit, Invisible to the Masses.such a strange conceptand the carver's knife couldn't remove all the excessso iso ileapt into the fire. | 2021-08-02 20:35:15 |
| aether | if i just jump and clap i'll please everybodyand if i sarcastically approach everything and burn everything downi'll successfully complete my goal of nihilthe fires rage inside and seekbut have no completion.rage, fire, burningcaustic, holocaustignitingwater a forlorn conceptI don't know what it is I care aboutI don't know what any thing is aboutI lost my head and regained itI have no friendsThe pit is endless.The people I consider worthless.The people I consider worthless.And myself, myself, still out to save myself.Still out to save myself.So funny, so strange, so hahah!If I just jump and clap, people will applaud.If I just worm my way into their little hearts, I'll succeed.If I just stand up in stunning mysteryIf I am never foundIf I am never found.All the world will drown. | 2021-08-02 20:30:05 |
| aether | humans expect everything to get done in 5 minutes.and if it doesn't then they probably think it's not even a real thing.like god or something."Yeah you know I've been alive 28 years but I still don't know where he is"then the man cudgeled himself in the head and went back to typing numbly.thus is the state of man, unable to attain his attainmentshe quickly assumes there are none.and i full-well know the pain of this, because it's my primary problemother than overthinkingbut i don't know even know what's realso i'll cudgel myself in the head.i don't know man.i don't know man.i don't know man.i don't know man.i don't know man.i don't know man.i don't know man.i don't know man./me tinkertoy collapses back into the box. | 2021-08-02 20:26:37 |
| aether | scared to be selfishterrified to be selflesstoo busyminded to find a balancejust want everythingand for everything to endtired of resttired of wakebludgeoned myself to stay in shape.topsy turvygrip unto the railingman overboardlost at seasomething calls out to metypical lineboring refraincudgel swinging over the linebeating up on anotherno idea anymorewhat there is to write aboutwithout emotions, what really are we?the light flickers with mestrange spiritual influence?or just the void laughingwhen i'm happy, nothing matters.when i'm in suffering, everything suddenly has to be understood logically and make sense and be set up in the right way.god has to be attending all his meetingsand the little angels have to be dancingyet here i am,cudgel over the linebeatingdon't know what's realguess i should just stop.disintegrate. | 2021-08-02 20:21:13 |
| aether | Can't handle being mishandled, so I vanish inside my body.Soul admission: 0fires burn, casting such lighti just want out, yet life is dragging me throughperhaps here at the end i'll feel like i finally met you.dagger carving out my insides.fires roast me dead.incinerated as ashbeaten to a bloody pulpthis pathetic personality no longer stricken with fearincinerated down to the soul. | 2021-08-02 20:12:09 |
| aether | nightmarish hellquality of firebreathing stillbarking and bitingnabbing and fightingi can't remain stilli can't remain stillbarking and bitinglife continuously pulls me throughi am alive, adrenaline beginning to flowthe metaphor of fire so outrageously undertow.jagged dagger stabbing throughlit up with inequities my life spills throughthe fire casts such a blazen lighthues rise from fire's plightcontinuous consumption'till it dies dead.the only lies are typically located just inside my head.trauma and tumultuous roarfawn and handle and timid destroy and disturb.too hot to handleso i scream out more. | 2021-08-02 20:12:07 |
| aether | everything's a catch 22 in wonderlandeverything is running around in circles trying to catch each other until they slam heads.the truth has toppled over and in its place are constant reverberations of nuclear explosions.the fire spreads through me metaphors lie in disarray from constant warring.energy is sapped from marching to destroy the enemies of truth, funnily enough i won't listen to my own beating heart and just rest.truth saps away, in chaseerecting massive castles of lies and horrid concoctive breaths of dragons seeking to rid you of fear.saddled with despair, i know only to keep churning.the fire within is the only one i can bear.the only one i can keep with me.the truth with me is the only one i can bear. | 2021-08-02 20:03:52 |
| aether | sledgehammerreckless abandon.reckless abandongonna sledge thatgonna sledge thisdying nowdying outcandle flickswind passesghosts starenature hauntsi'm tired, tired of it all.tired tired tired tired tired tired tired tired tired tired tired tiredtired tired tired tired tired tired tired tired tired tired tired tiredalone alone alonealone alonealone.It's all nothing. But this is no grand realization, I hold it in spite, instead.In spite. Ready to spit out at it. | 2021-08-02 19:55:59 |
| aether | i want to believe it was all for something?or do i innately know?or did i intricately prep myself innately to lie to myself continuously in this lifei don't knowi think life's about something important, probably a lot of things important.yet i'm drawn to nihilism and solipsism and hatred and pain and fear and all the worst pieces of it all. | 2021-08-02 19:53:35 |
| aether | "Stop listening to the same damn thing over and over"the mind listens to itself.The hand plays the song."Stop listening to the same damn thing over and over"the mind listens to its reverb with a teasing look on the personality's expression.it drags itself down, sink.sink. the mind instead of throwing things overboard, grabs unto more.sink.sink.sinking.Men die and some save themselves.The boat is sinking.sink,sink,sink.Like a pendulum approaching cessation.Like a pendulum approaching stillness.dragdragdragdragdragged to death to completionlife its meritizing itself.Merit this merit thatMeritizing this and that.Meritizing this and that.and the pain begins to feel funny, and then it feels newsomething sparks withinan actual fear starting again. | 2021-08-02 19:52:01 |
| aether | slinging itself, another sword to toss.meaningless social approval, lost in the mad dash.meaningless slinging of thingsout to catch the stars and haul them in closer.i'm tired of this place, it begins to ache and gnaw.numbing whilst i scream internally, and it grows silenter and silenter.what are 'truths' that bring nothing or validate nothing?i'm just an animal in a cage. yelling at monotony.hoping to feel good. hoping to keep my sanity. | 2021-08-02 19:47:42 |
| aether | yeah, think i know somethingit's like a sword being turned in the gut.jaw clenchingsavor my deathsick mentality, the brain that jostles.sky opens up, truth reveals itselfinside, outside of me, spiritual people leading you in a circlesword wound, don't quite know when it'll seal itself shut.stammering and barging throughlife renews itself every rest and dream i getbut so does crazinesshere to sling more words inhere to sling another figureanother jester, gestureanother wordgamea preoccupation with the silent momenttired of riddles, encapsulating melost in this nameless enigmahating itself | 2021-08-02 19:47:39 |
| aether | twirling a candescent idea in my handgrasp of minetwirling in timei think i know everythingit's just beginning to dawn on methe inanity of my search.i wishi could cease talking.and not be formulaicwish this bubble of appearancedisappeared down into the laketo find its originsomething dark within me screamsjust want to be cleanfind something serene.i have no individualnessi stamped that outhear me crythat's the next thing to slice apart.think that others lack maturitynow it might be that there are none at all.but i think i got it all figured outthe meaning of it might appall.desperate to escapethis meaninglessdesperate to claw my way outof this beautiful nothingnessthat will swallow me whole.There's nothing here. I hate it all.Let me out, beyond just a crawl.scrawled up, on the wall"hate it here, hate it all"and others which seem to stand tallcrumbling and vanishingas i must resignmust turn away.i don't know anything. | 2021-08-02 19:39:01 |
| aether | if life was all strange, where would i beis happiness prearrangedestrangedfrom the notion of otherslost in a cave, ambivalentplato's wallshadow and shapeplatonic solid, standing so tall.lost in a cave, ambivalent, and small.sensuous ravehistrionic tumblingquiet nothingsensuous and depravedmind numbingsequence and tapecounting squaresinches by inchesmeter by squallgale and mastersensuous and falltumble and crawlnibbling on the crumbsdisrespect and fearof houses beyond respect to here.sensuous and trawlcollecting hatenumb and irateanger and lolllost in a petty gamblefor life and it allhatred and a stallcomeupping toward valorgentleman's gamecornered and raw.beating drum to drum, off to horizon.jammed shut'till beaming eyessee inside, and see all.but does it ever stop, or enda question of mineeternity a long timecompletion a strange conceptmaybe that's what i wantto hit the dirt, finally at my end. | 2021-07-29 11:24:56 |
| aether | burn outspewing fuelgripping my tiregrappling the fireheated selfhot fires withineyes litexpressions rescind.spinning about in the muck, the tires rollzipping and skipping across land, the bullet brittlely breaksslamming into anotherdays progresstransgressagainst myselfguilt hurtsguilt hurtsfunnel to tearsmen stick their heart infunnel to tearseyebrows drop'till eyes are closed.eyes droop'till sleep resumes.continuous pain.Something I have to deal with.Just an emotion, just a motifjust a lessona beliefbut i'll deal with it anyway.just a motifspiders' web.grandiosityspitting and flameslamming into another onegrappled in shame. i cannot connectto people, people.don't know what there is to getfrom people, people..peoplealone i remain, beget,beget.something new, strangebeget. | 2021-07-29 11:15:24 |
| aether | so i have taken this fall.this fall from grace.where prior, notions have been erased.and slowly to pick up the piecesof wherever i have beenmoods call out to memoods become within.i grip heartfeltlyto somethingall lies pass awayand truth will remainbut somehow it's gone, for now.burrow, into a little hole.somberly awake, continually coming back from dreamland.i burrow into a little hole.continually awake, continually coming back from dreamland. | 2021-07-29 11:06:57 |
| aether | repetition repeats, i will slam another one.my expression somberi will express another one.for my emotionfor others to gaze upon.i was once happiersoon swept up by this worldjubilance felland the days grew darkrepeating, repetitionpainful heartreplaced by a notionof escapism and bereftnesslet me out, yet i must've cameto be other than happy.i must've plotted my course through here.this earthly palaceof sorrow and griefsadness and shamedepression and deathsaid to have smiled when i was born.gives hope to the suffering,but then i joined within it.because i cannot remember. | 2021-07-29 11:06:55 |
| aether | shallow and vaindeath spiral of my inaneweather vane, teetertotteringindicating a strange destinationindicating..indicatingsky falls, men lumbersky falls, men slumberthe wind achesa chill of boneslowly to protestprotecting the skindye-cast in muck.dye-cast in somber wavesthe nature journeyslights go off and on.the glimpsestruth hauntsmy exteriorglosses overeyeballs turn to glassreplaced by machinesemblances don't last.festoon turned black by a blast.bombs fall, men replacedsemblances erasedcaustic lies hypnotizeeasy rhymes chastise.sequences of sanguinestaring up at stars,lost to faint roars.magic disintegrateshope fadesexistence perpetuateslost indeterminate.wind chills, words repeatbrain achessenses dull without percolationjagged hills which seem to claim the demise of this lowly humanspires and nihil and cascading flameleft to rot in a jailcellthat only i can give a name. | 2021-07-29 10:58:48 |
| aether | decrepit rotsteely eyed determinationjust for naught.yet i push throughgot no choice to existgot no choice to exist.not afraid of death.starting not to be afraid of muchmaybe i'll get over my desires.and they'll cascade to the ground.like little petals of a diseased flower.nothing to do or grab.nothing to see or fondle.nothing to exist for, except what's on the other endcuriosity paving the way forwardfor a hollow mana hollow wastelander.wasting more land himself.and the trees calland the wind blowsand the people move aboutand the hollowness billows.calling outfor something truecalling outfor something... new?yet that is a desireand it disintegratesmy heart in chargemy shallow self disabled.there is nowhere to goso shall i remainso shall i remain. | 2021-07-29 10:45:25 |
| aether | should just listen to my heartand only my heart. | 2021-07-28 17:16:23 |
| aether | feel like i'm going to diefeel like i'm about to flyfeel like i've been living in a liefeel myself melting to the groundfeel myself melting my notionstrue surrender, but also comeuppancewon't give up what is minewhat's mineall the monsters, with hollow stareswon't get me to give up my own sensewhy did i even focuson their lieson their lies.feels like i'm going to die. | 2021-07-28 17:14:51 |
| aether | curling to a ballwithout friends i am nothingwithout people i am nothingshould've made my coffee strongershould've made my coffee strongershould've made my coffee strongershould've made my coffee strongershould've made my coffee strongerthe thought repeats in my head like it's broken.and the halls they screamfor when i enter them even they are bored of me.my sadness, my only refuge.cast down, my shadow echoing the lies.doing the various actions taken up inside my mind.escape escapeescape escapejust... want to be out of here...yeah.something like that.punched through with a massive pneumatic hammer.hole-punched so i can store this uselessness inside my heart in the binder of death.oh yeah, and i think you watching would even make it okayexcept i don't think anyone's watching. | 2021-07-27 19:09:24 |
| aether | the root of thine own demise is thyself. | 2021-07-27 18:59:17 |
| aether | Now I tumble down, tumble down the headachesurvival of the fittest, brightest, numbesttumble down this gorgeous mire.soak in the flames cast from this evil spire.devilish person, just wanting his escape routedevilish person, content, content, contentto remain in his painto be sightless yet not be seen through. somehow, somehow.and to see it all as pointless, some of the worst of itthe fear brought to bear.and to see it all as pointless, some of the worst of itto see it in despair. | 2021-07-27 11:52:01 |
| aether | dance and meandermy lifemy life burns on firemy life, my life burns on firesorry, sorry to saydropping weight out of this heavy bird.yeah, yeahcareless derisionsensitive and mocking fissionyeah, yeahno stomach for these thingsdragging forwardyeah i lie forward.can you feel what i feel?can you feel what i feel..and it is easier to be despondenteasier to pave the wayto hell with hellish intentionsi grip my lucky charmsdesperation i thought was vainly cloaked, appeared all too translucent, to be seen at all. | 2021-07-27 11:51:59 |
| aether | words, they don't expressnever sure you'll receive the end of thisthe cord lighting the way,as the fuse burns to the corenot sure you'll go offemotions inside.Oh, I'm really not sure you're alive.sitting at the bottom, like a little crustaceanhungry and in faminefor others and the lessonmy mind fawns forward, driven by an endless needfawns forwardfawns forwardyeah.it just carelessly meanders forward.The desire penetrates.Never knew what any of this is abouti crawl forward, i want forward.here, you stare at me, wondering what i'm aboutand here, i lie forward, lie forwardcareless and causticacausal and careless.without a thing to iti dance and meanderwon't you join in? | 2021-07-27 11:51:51 |
| aether | just wanted something, just never knew itnever knew it - never knew itlighting ignitioneven by my own admissionnever knew what i was looking forjust a hunch, just a hunch, just an ugly hunchdriving me mad, driving me insanebought and sold and selling off all the thingscareless demeanor bombastic fake gleam in my eyesnothing a soul can do, so spin around i do.360 degree vision, high heavenderisionall the thoughts meander herecorral them carefully out of fear.360 degrees, heaven's heightjust want my escape, out of my plight.just trite | 2021-07-27 11:39:27 |
| aether | soldgot hookedsinkingthe man drags me down, can't be surewasn't it just my frown? wasn't it just my time alone?downi thought i knew somethingand others with their helpful liesi bought into the sirenhere i remain to stayhand reaching out, hand reaching outlife doesn't care for what i desire, only what i glean.so i think so i thinkrunning around in this ugly spirehills around mecascade my mind down, maybe it'll all catch on fire | 2021-07-27 11:39:25 |
| aether | a pile of hot excrement and just another petty life. | 2021-07-27 11:28:23 |
| aether | https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_dKFY5zhOcQ | 2021-07-26 09:35:48 |
| aether | silence as the realization takes overno people, nothing, no salvation, just mindless qualia forever.no friends, just pointless pleasuredollhousemyself equalto the nothing.i am equally nothing.a full somethingfull of every-nothing.nihilism, an aching and terrified heart.acknowledgement of the dramacascading down to the pit of nothinghell and pitchforks, calling me forth,dance, dancedance to the nothing.let me free but there's nowhere to go and only here i stay.freedom at last but it cost me my illusions.the infinite mystery.cold and black as night, here to forever prevent me from taking flightfor there is nowhere to goso here i will fight.down in itthe mainstaynothing to prevent, nothing to fear.except myself. | 2021-07-26 09:31:14 |
| aether | to transgress another day away.humans, they are as if ghosts, and yet,surely there is something more.surely there is something more.i live the days that are here to stay.it starts to cease the notion that i can make them leave.the notion of escape, dishonorable.the notion of escape, proving guiltthere is no wayto throw the days away.i must live them, and i am here to stay.i will pace to and fro, but the light will rest upon me.something inside that changes, this disposition towards the situationno escape is necessary, if it is dishonorable.somehow i must be meant to be.i will keep living, as if these days were meant for me.and the stubborn childish yearning will somehow grow into more than a fledgling, into something different.how can i be so childish.i must flower within. | 2021-07-22 21:30:15 |
| aether | around them, i scare pale.and i barely can establishwhat's in here when i am aloneas if i am suddenly a ghost, in front of another.barely can establish what's in herein front of another.so i fade away, unwanted and unneededi guessand maybe that is true.learn to be alone, rattling my bones with self-inspection.maybe it's true,inflated value of a ghost's own self-perception.or so i guess.somehow diminishing to the floor where there is a faint whisper of myself. a life spent in agony unable to meet metal to metal to conduce a spark.and then the diminishing value of myself for others. and largely i am left to be alone. | 2021-07-22 21:20:37 |
| aether | purity, and standoffishnessguilt, and wayward personalityunable to meet on an even groundpeople pulse me awaywhere i huddle, against the narrow crisscrossingfrom their sightcannot explain my inner feelings, my true selfhide it all away, blemishes vanishing when i masquerade off to be alone.cannot show my true selfpeople, they agitatewish there was some common groundi don't know how to relate, feel like i'm always a step ahead.possibly i'm full of myself. yet around them, i diminish | 2021-07-22 21:20:35 |
| aether | somewhere along the way,lost my footingsomewhere on the pathsaw something others spokeforgot myselfforgot what speaks inside to mesomething strange, above this lifedoesn't consider me a pest.keeps explaining when i am downsomehow putting forward what meanders around.lost my pathseeking others knowledgeyet it speaks withinand looks altogether different.does this mean i'm right? even though i can't explain?find it hard to choose something differentfind it hard to look away.peoples' ideas and experiencesi wish i didn't want to adopt themas if they were right, and i'm wrong.something inside, altogether differentplaying to a higher song. | 2021-07-22 21:07:48 |
| aether | pain beget pain beget pain beget pain...all in a circleall my ducks in a rowi've got center stagefor noneand for myself.things forgottenthings left behindall in my mind, none of it in vain?who have i become, who must i maintainam i of guilt, or freedom all the same.am i markedam i of compassiondo i see the real behind the facadeam i reading behind the lines correctly...somewhere, somewhence, someplace, sometimetransgressing all my time...downtrodden of my eyei see something, behind the metaphorso that i can't remain still without it changing mei want to know the truth, yet it dodges mei can't throw myself away to a lieremember my preceptsit's important to me.something strange about life, think i got a handle on truthyet i'll keep trying to throw it away, just for a lie.to somehow swallow things down easier, like adding too much tablesalt.just for a lieso i can run from my life. | 2021-07-22 21:02:42 |
| aether | choose your own walking path, forget the authority figures | 2021-07-22 20:56:47 |
| aether | loss of the losslesscold depthsnone of it was mineall of it was minethe possessor possesses nothing.i spin and ache, the daily breaki spin and ache, snapping in twothe light goes down over the horizonreturnwho am i to judge godwell i might be himfancy thatthe spinning achelost in a tumult,forsakethe day i hath forsakethe night, i returnthe day, i burn. tumultuous ache.Do you know the truth?Can you see with eyes?maybe only i canan adept at blacknessan adept at nothingness.quite skilled at merely.. fading away.tired of being scared of my own shadowtired of being scared of my own shadow | 2021-07-17 21:58:50 |
| aether | and thus i swaysway to exitbelief system and belief systemthought and thought'till i build slowly upon this lifesomething strange,about my suffering.wearing a crowndeveloped of my own.singular in its focus, known intimately to me.i am my own force.i know my independence.and yet,struggle as i mighti sway back to the tidesof that which seems to threaten to engulf mebecause fear and painloom so large.that i mightcrumbleand all the kings' men cannot put him back together.i appear to be my own savior, or have none at all. | 2021-07-16 21:43:04 |
| aether | woe, the pain, the woethe woethe woethe woestriketh me downto the dirtit all funnels nowopaqueblindedunknownthis illusionmy own.could be anythingtrue nature, past anythingwho knowsstab't throughseen clearlyit'll be our guessi am a sufferer.there is no crown for me.there is no crown for the suffererwho was brought to his knees.and christians would have you believethat the only way out is through a saintyeti suffer, to be brought to my kneesand whence i turni see naughtjust figments and notionsthat stir occasionally an uncanny feelingbut return back to nothing. | 2021-07-16 21:43:02 |
| aether | and here i strike in mestrike in me the thought of .. hope somethingwords which do not appeara mental spark.this lighter's out of fuel.and if i weren't of a wiser mind,i'd want to throw it all away and let it ignite what's leftbut things would only get worse.so i, yeah, ijust sit at the bottom.this little crevice of minewhere love flowedto maximize on itself.can't live so i guess i'll be the blazethat i so thoroughly seekthe fire that ignitesmy own selfwithout gun and without wandi will simply be the conflagrationthat burns itself wholedragged to the ending. | 2021-07-16 21:33:09 |
| aether | turmid turmoil manbasking in his inanitya cry for sanitysilently wept in his inability.nowhere to go, nothing to dolife drags its calm out of mewhat does god want from methe tears and painflowing to somewherei'll believe anything, i'll throw anything awayi'm fallingfalling from gracepoisoned member of the human race.disgruntled eyes and griefor so i'd have believedthe reality is sometimes simplerpeople just the opposite of what you want. | 2021-07-16 21:33:07 |
| aether | the arc of electricity makes contact on the surface.the man conducts heatthe solution begets the problemand we begin againbeating my head on this wallmy list of assumptionsperhaps growing fewer.my expectationseither empty or full.technological manlost in his miserythe peace is only found in giving into my desireto explore what's left.what little is left...and the spiresthe spires do grow so tallnihil and rottenamounting to so much stalling outcascading down, for all to perpetuateto floatto crawland the man and his ire, his anger, his mindhe singes his teeth on the hatred,the stew emanating from his hatred.his hatred.these spires have him as his thrallyet he isn't surethat he isn't God himself, at this pit of loneliness,at this pit at the bottom.where there is no escape, and people can do nothing.and no surety is given, that others even exist.spirituality manufactured,guess i'll throw it all away. | 2021-07-16 21:24:15 |
| aether | don't know how to livedon't know how to fall apart | 2021-07-16 21:16:06 |
| aether | i am nothing.fear overtakes me.i am nothing.i sink slowly to the bottom.no escape.what once waswhat maybe never waswhat i gripped fornever foundslipping to the bottombecause there's nothing to find.a religious experience,eschewed for the basic answerstreet sense nihilismgot me in havoc and downand for all the journey, appearing to be just a clown.maybe i'll refuse to imbibe the nihilist's answer yet againand spin around in this sinking mindgrasping and gripping for something to make mine.down, and falling, drifting, and calling.but nowhere and nonesuch to be found | 2021-07-16 19:45:53 |
| aether | https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2ZN-zAKIfyQ a la shangri-la | 2021-07-16 19:33:11 |
| aether | puzzle cracker cracks himself | 2021-07-12 21:49:45 |
| aether | mothers and fathers, of a clockwork naturefriends and transient peopleslowly fadingi don't think, yeah,none were as it seemsunless i'm mistaken,then i am in some type of hell.and all i can do is writeall i can do is feelguarding myself quite clearly.the people pass beneath mei'll walk across the bridge,to meet the others.yet i have lost my wayuncertainthinking there may be an eternity of thisforever separated from anothera true otherjust someone who sees, doesn't respond formulaically.as if an archetype.and i cast myself down, hiding myself quite clearlyyet they do not seeeasy to disguisejust some tears in my eyesjust some tears growing unto me, that i am thankful forthe pain rends itself rawthe pain of lovegrown in a hellscape.and the tears could only flow, if they wouldn't be wasted.for the dead, who's nature is all too neutral.for i, can shelter nothingexcept myself, across these badlands. | 2021-07-06 11:46:55 |
| aether | conscripted as a battleboti'm not a machine, chopped to pieces quite quicklydon't tell them thatthey won't want to hear itand in fact probably don't.with those who have eyes to seemy little poetry pageand the crazy world without.a flower, rising through the concrete.a weed, devoursharing sunlight with the beasts.reflection of my own imagethese peoplewhat would they belost in confusion, i was attached to themi sought the heart among them, and turned up empty.battlebot, conscriptednegation, turned up negative.i can't function like they do.with those who really seemy strange epiphanyworld not as it seems.apocryphal statements to the roboticno, not even matteringsad though i am,slowly divested of my illusions.strange river runs through my heartpain and stark contrast,avoiding crying in front of othersno eyes which seejust robotic consciousnesswritten clear as day. | 2021-07-06 11:32:50 |
| aether | claim a great big claimclaim enlightenmentclaim something kitschy and naive.claim i'm not who i'm meant to be.oh the self-obsessionguiltyguiltyguiltyso guilty.like a ring of pain through the sternum.sharp lightning painAn atrocity.and i just keep plodding, plodding, ploddingwas this poem about monotony?or just pain?was it about anything?did I write in vain?did I plagiarize?did I say something inane?will it ever matter?will I ever escapedoes the moon traverse space just so I can be at peace looking at it.were the men i used to call friends good enough to meis love realis this disintegrating mess, towering infernobleeding out steadily amidst the flooragape at the notion of divine peace and eternal struggle to seemingly end.i gaze blankly (which is a lie, my eyes, they are full of meaning.) | 2021-07-06 05:00:51 |
| aether | plagiarismlike a 4th grade essay.shot to piecesso many guns ringing.quite harmless, as the mind arraysa fanciful fictionto pump itselffull of derision.I see false eyes on meNo one really paid that much attentionNo one really paid more than an iota of attention.The thought even causes harm to me.How self-obsessed is thee.Thy, Icascading downi will explodehit rock bottomprobably start licking toads. | 2021-07-06 05:00:46 |
| aether | Oh I am concerned.Oh I am maddeningly concerned.falling out now, did i concernmyself for thisdid i really minddid i just liefor a two-bit momentplagiarismcopies of copiesrepeating beatsa gradual purgedid it really matteroh did it matterTo you, to Ito me, to allintellectual propertycredit where credit is dueintellectual propertymoney made, nothing is new.I cascadecascade yeah down.Won't it all end, won't it all end in something besides this careless brownunsteady, unwaveringunmashed, little dirt clod...flung out, flinging outhitting and rolling, 'cross the ground.picking up the themeit enraptures mecaptures mesends me homeat least for a while'till the music fadesand the screen turns to blackI am unhappy at most...to say something of valueto repeat something of valuespinning on this diskthe laser emits. | 2021-07-06 05:00:44 |
| aether | A monster, a monstersomewhere within,i still desire peace, and kindnessyet my mind, mind,just seeks outthe chains, the ironclapped around my ankles.hitting my legs.fraying my mind alive.flaying the purposeful purposelessness.oh how i hate...oh how i hate...Tired now, won't it continue?Won't it continuefor a long time, for a while.tired. flaying my pain alive, i am the arbiter. I am the death scream.I am the death throes.I am the turning and gnashing and mashing.Wind hollowly swallowing me outWind hollow, swallowing me down.harrowing and sorrow.harrowing me, sorrow. Sorrow. Sorrow. Sorrow.i am another, yeah, just another person.no attention need be paidyeah, yeah, it's an old lament.Just a smiley man, with a smiley face.yeah, yeah.Hate to be similar, hate to be overly unique.Yeah, yeah...just collapsing now.just collapsing now, down intofolding intothis habitual clarity. | 2021-07-06 04:45:48 |
| aether | sapped in iron.clapped inclapped in metali am the undeadthe walking livingthe imprisoned and incarceratedoh the dreamoh the dreamlet me some reprieve.let me some air, air to sinksomewhere in this turmoilOh the turmoiloh the dream.sinking, clapped in chains.marching, walking, told where to gohitting, hitting the chain.and life, lifelife is a rotten thing.life, lifewatching me dielife, lifethe marching drumbeatthe only thing that matters.the beat, the patternrepeating.beating.drumbeat.beating.continuous, strenuous, uphilldownhillfreneticdownhillslowly becomingwhat was never what was neverwhat never seemed to be suggested. | 2021-07-06 04:45:46 |
| aether | dismantle thedismantle thedismantle thepainbut it's what i need, it's what i am.dismantle the, dismantle thedismantle thedismantle the pain.but it's what i am, on this earthin this plane.Sinking higher, redemptionGod, who is not my fan, supposedlyGod, who is not a certaintyGod, who is not my certainty.God, who I don't know.God, that could be anything.crawling, cryingi see my lifespread out before mei see the pain, i see the anguishoh the anguishthe agonythe horribleness.crawling, crying.seepinga ball picking thingsa gracious snowball accumulating in size.cold and emotionlesskitschy and useless.cliche and cliqueycovetous and foolishmistake-ridden and overly courageousto a faultto a faultto many faults.pain, pain, won't you wear me away.won't you hear this lament.pain, pain, won't you wear me away.won't you hear,hear this lament. | 2021-07-06 04:34:47 |
| aether | Dragged downputtering landquickly sinking.quickly drowningsputtering soulleft amid shamefear, guilt,futilityand his humility.puttering aboutenergy storagefuel gaugegasolinepedalwalkmovestepgazemaneuverstepwalkmaneuver.social graces.I am beautiful.I am beautiful within...Though you wouldn't know..half-dead within...screaming, barely screamingscreaming outwhilst sinking downsputteringas i driftas i drift.down.'till i find a way to maneuver, to liveif there was such a thingif there is such a thingfor me. | 2021-07-06 04:27:06 |
| aether | pain painjust some hopeless painjust some hopeless paini like to see others in paini like others' pain.I like pain.Pain, pain, just some hopeless pain.Life a dreamWoah.Woah.Is there an escape? Haven't found one yet.Proof is your actual escape.More I believe in something strange,more I believe in something strange.Life a dreamrepeating itselfstabbing into mestabbing unto meI cannot hide, I cannot hideferocity. fearsome.i just crawl into my balltunneling beneath it allyelling out froma little land, quickly sinkingunderneathmy mind, this dreamthis reality,this pointed endeavorpilgrimage to the most highjourney to withinsacrilege and futility and humilityfear and shameand guiltpilgrimage to the most highi will give my allgive my allknow not what for.know not what for. | 2021-07-06 04:27:02 |
| aether | i am beginning to think that the search for truth 'at any cost'and 'seeking the truth no matter what it is' is folly,if we do not seek our own principles that we hold, and we ignore them, the feelings of them, we will only chase ourselves in a circle while they continually bludgeon us awake, whispering like wind the right direction.and it's away from this notion of perilous cost. as if the truth would cost you dearly in a deprivation.somehow something strikes me oddsomehow i continuously meander awaysomehow nothing will fitthis reality stirs barely conscious feelings that are palpable and powerful, yet have no names, except that remind me of purpose, meaning, and the inside. to cast these away for an apparent truth, without being certain of it, is probably missing the picture. reality would include all these mysterious misgivings. and since they do not seem to go away, they must hold value. | 2021-07-06 03:55:20 |
| aether | like a sword tip, the truth and the sting of purposeexact and exactingthe realitybegone from this place,gone from this placegone from this place,gone from this placethere seemingly is nothingthere seemingly is nothingthere seemingly is nothingand how could i think about it?if its curious absence showed upand how could i contemplate it?if it didn't somehow existpoking its head into this place.and how could i know?somewhere inside, that this thing is realyet i will meander, and forgetyet i will embrace something false.and how could i knowthat every single action and eventhad some type of matter concerning itin my hopefunny that i should be so attached to purposeyet it isn't funny at all.remote from hilarity.remote from anything.dragging down myself, i see the light i formerly had.dragging down myself, i struggle to grip itdragging down myself,i will know the truth | 2021-07-06 03:48:16 |
| aether | and enlightenment would strike deepand the psychedelics i would eventually takeif not to be trapped by circumstancemy own spinning and denialtoiling to save myself from what appears to be the monster of allthe devil himself,come to consumehe is the fear,he is the nightmare.The lack of truththe terrible agony.but pain is apparently nothing?and all these nihilistic religionssaying that everything ultimately is purposeless.I cannot purchase it,for it is not written in my coinage system.and thus will continuously passcontinuously pass to the gravewhat's apparent, is not what i want.some better truth,some actualityand not this horrid nothingness.this horror of emptiness.where every object and person and place and ideaall route to Null and void.a duplicitous death zone. | 2021-07-06 03:39:46 |
| aether | sitting on a pile of fool's gold,nothing will make you happyi'm self-obsessedonly clarity i can receive.think a lot of these people ain't real,think a lot of these people are NPCspinning about their days in toili'm just luckysaved by the hardworkingfunny that i should have no appreciationbecause they oh so seem to not be real.and i'm afraid, stepping into every belief system at least once.and i'm afraid, marching to my doom i do believe sometimes.and i'm afraid, because i sometimes wonder if any party will ever receive this,besides my own.lost in loneliness,perhaps this was a dreamyou, a phantasm,just a duplicitous liea simulacrum.just a duplicitous lie,you a simulacrum. | 2021-07-06 03:39:44 |
| aether | everyday thought i was someone worth an experiencebut it appears the groundhog isn't coming out this year,and the clock always shows 6am again.like a noisy chimeand a dirty pointless rhyme,where i don't wish to proceedto have another cycle of what seems hopeless abusemasturbatory and senseless.seeking rare moments, and they too, may be nothing.nihilism and haunts of truththreatening to disassemble me.the hatred of the empty and useless keeping me going.yet i'm sure that's a lie,because, because,down the line of reasoning i will gocircling my shadow, my own empty face.is it for naught, is it for nothinghatred of the emptinessself-consuming | 2021-07-06 03:30:01 |
| aether | eternal beauty, i see it only at nighthalf-asleephalf-awakesomnambulisticmy experience, just inside my headjust in the mind's eyethe mind of godeternal beauty, seen in a rare moment, then herded away in sadnessamongst all the other thoughts, amongst all the other moments.i am caught betweenthe nothingness of daylight, and the strange mystique of night.my search for truthscares me to the coreyet in the rare moment, i sense true peace.why oh why can it not be everydayat least two moments longerand then even this thought soon goes astrayeveryday, pocketed and lost somewhere in the ledger | 2021-07-06 03:29:59 |
| aether | only happy when i break the rules | 2021-07-06 03:17:38 |
| aether | dark night entity floating in zero space | 2021-07-06 03:14:42 |
| aether | eternal zzzzzz | 2021-07-06 03:09:21 |
| aether | people the most interesting thing in the land,yet some/(most?) would prefer not to look at others.the look is outward, toward some type of activitythere's no activities here, this is the land of the dead.there is no purpose or meaning seemingly to any of it.the land of dead purpose abused and worshiped by the cult of the dead soulsstaring up as they lay on the ground, eyes bored in by endless sun.so man will call himself machine, and wring his hands cleanyet full of burning oil, they still areunable to touch the other.i am tired, tiredremembering my tiredness at age seven.'this is it?' land of the dead.and so needy and greedy am i,wanting to escape so soon that iso soon am iso willingto cascade down into a beautiful crash of miseryall because i cannot tolerate such a place.crashing. | 2021-07-02 19:29:32 |
| aether | ourselves the most interesting objects in the entire landyet the robots consume machineryand the machinery keeps them busy.merely to enable me: contemplationman that considers himself a machinebehaving as a machineand all i've got to do is contemplatecontemplatewhat is there to do in this world?well i figured that out pretty earlythere isn't much to do. | 2021-07-02 19:29:29 |
| aether | contemplation,after the machineryafter the throbbing aches pass through the machinerycontemplation reigns supremenothing sucks me ini don't care about your movies and tv, books and magazinesdon't care about your mediadon't care about mucheverything presented is negativea sight of truth, consisting of positive bright lightfar back in my mind, from years ago, laying in bedwitnessing something possibleor something already actuali don't care about the machinesi don't care about the itemsi don't care about the recycling fuel going into each constituent partitself spinning in a broken circle of lacking use.i don't careabout anything hereyet the people themselvesjust care about these things | 2021-07-02 19:29:27 |
| aether | Lust, lust for something far more.Weighing and crashing down on this paltry placeMy heart of vanity, stronger than the weakness of fools.or perhaps I didn't learn anything of valueLust my cardinal sinfor something morebeyond this worlddrowning in pain and miseryjust to attainkeep waking back up in this worlddrowning in immoral sinperhaps,or perhaps the heart of sight and weightoutgrows those who are stagnant and do not witness their lonely useless worthless plight.a sin greater than its partsto see the whole of realityand be disappointed,not willing to placate myself, unable to be anything but be real.Unable to be anything but be real. | 2021-07-02 19:13:01 |
| aether | When to gain is to lose, I chose to lose what would fall due to gravity.I sink due to gravity, propelling myself in a circle.Life and dis-ease.sinking down this drain, i really wish I had you.I really wish I had something in this worldI really wish I had youbut the thought, sometimes transcendsthe realityso i fleecemyself down'till i rememberthe ground basethe ground i'm barely onmentally aberrant and goneno one is to judge, for they do not seem to knowthey do not seem to know. | 2021-07-02 19:12:58 |
| aether | run it againi listen to the notesrun it againi listen to it funneling downto my selfrun it againi'm listening intentlygazing into the songrun it againi'm listening to every bitdecipheringrun it again, life repeatsi go into the streamletting goknife on my hand, plunging the daggerthe whale's eye,the whale's eyespiral of lifegazing into me, so it would seemi'm nothing, i barely remember my selfwould declare myself innocent or guiltyremaining humblebut there's no skyno oceanno floorno groundno earthslaking blood off my dagger, my knifethe lust for something moretook me over and wrecked my lifegave me all and yet provided nothing.I am now free, and imprisoned.The sight that this is barely something,very telling to my finely crafted mindthe idea that life is barely something in its current state,indulgentto my lust.superior, superiorsuperior to the current situation, and imprisoned, imprisoned,seemingly, by having nothing. | 2021-07-02 19:12:51 |
| aether | torch cutting away my lifethe flames pierce the molten metallic soul withincarving its expenditure rotten 'till the ill and the dis-ease fall awayI cannot tolerateI cannot tolerateanything'till the torch tears away my Self.cutting me apart from the mortal coilcutting me away from something strangecutting away the strangeunable to relate to people anymoreunable to relate for a long timedon't see the same things, don't see eye to eye.unable to stop movingunable to sit stillI've got to move on, leave them all behind again.As if I were the enemy, as if I were the bad guy.As if I were the enemy, as if I were the bad guy.I take up the torch myself, once I realize what's happening, and aid it to deconstruct the strangeness from my life, no longer toleratingno longer sparing my self toward no longer being overly kindno longer giving of myselfjust falling apart at the fake seams | 2021-07-02 18:56:30 |
| aether | stark difference between self and othersproduces a flame so sharpthat it cuts away at reality itself with its torchuntil the truth is knownuntil the pain is settled and paid forthere's no relaxationthe day scrapes by at myself, as if a cutting implementi am not at homedrowning, insidenot a thing anyone could seemingly do?yet i didn't get along with other peoplealways something strangesomething abrasively chasing me awaycould never stay with people i didn't quite understandstrange likes and dislikessomething cutting me awaystark contrast between self and othertheories aboundjust another group or personwho i couldn't get along withwho i had no reason to stay withand seemingly, i'd have to leave.have to leave. | 2021-07-02 18:56:28 |
| aether | just a toy all wound downall wound downhead downi'm trapped and losti'm trapped and lost.I'm trapped and lost.there isn't, anything to look forward tojust dreams that hold irreality in the nowevery belief system, bad.just the truth insidemoltenunable to be refinedunable to be utilized by strangersReluctant and staunch refusal.molten, insidelost, confusedLife is a dream, but something is realall the feelings inside, half-deadcrawling out to meet the day.and at night, asleep.happy in secret.only happy when i'm asleep, even if the qualities of the dreams are nightmarish.Slowly, I realize how fake I amto othersbut then slowly, I realize, how unreal some of them seem to be.get to know them for years, and nothing happensas if they were an object that scuttled about.No rest in this stagnant wait, 'till death.I'm unhappy, I miss youthe thought of another, who sparks the insideinstead of callousing over at abrasion with the empty.the emptylost | 2021-07-02 18:42:21 |
| aether | connections to old emotions,so strong they make me crymake me wonder whyi'm still not alive.after all these years, situation deterioratingi'll wonder whyi'm still not alive.broken toy here to repeat and repeatthe nuancethe inexplicablethe alivenessdead and seen through the cracks of my broken skinmolten underneath, something inexplicablewaiting for its returnsomething of my soulsomething unexplainedinexplicablecrying at old emotions, remembering alive questionsmy mind seemingly frailcan't make anything out of anything, just live the dayspace the hallways and the little corridors.hold back my tears, don't want to share them with anotherthey aren't alive, they're just a robotno one can help, they can't show lovemaybe they aren't real. | 2021-07-02 18:42:19 |
| aether | days become novel ways of describing monotony.what was here prior that unfolded into mental beauty, then became the unease that i amas if a waiting or contemplation roomlife merely to contemplate.merely to drown my sorrows as they appear.Lost something I don't understandLooking into the past for something I don't understand.died halfway throughme and part of youlost the truthlost the insidesshadows abundantly growingi'm just a shadow of myself, growingwhat is here, who am i?felt like i died halfway throughand all the emotion got lostscientific descriptions and determinationsnot quelling the pain.so far past thatinto morose failinginto morose crashing.incapable and merely waiting for the years to sail past.broken and seemingly abused, yet i didn't really tolerate anythingnothing that isn't normal.crashed out, smoldering wreck. | 2021-07-02 18:29:04 |
| aether | the desperate void claims title and namethe desperate void, does it know what i amsorrowfully sailing down, like a morose paper plane.themes of childhood, all gonebeauty in life, barely aroundwhat's happened?something that once waswhat happened before, what was that placethat unfolded into beauty, yet grew slowly to a stop amid this world.doubt in everythingthe mind overactiveattempting to take it all apartso i can figure out why i'm a smoldering wreck.questions become desperation | 2021-07-02 18:29:02 |
| aether | the ghost of the past will visit you | 2021-07-02 17:45:40 |
| aether | cavernous though it may be, stowed away aboard this vessel inside this madnesswho's real?love is not, where i amif not where i am, then...where?cavernous holedualismcheckerboardsesoteric knowledgethe mind reelsfor something betteryet i'm stuck where i'm atand conceptual schema don't alter the pictureexcept growing realizationsof soulless candidatesdead worlds depicted outside, yet within as well.sailing around this gracei pity the dead.For it appears alive, yet solemnly lies in this sinking ship, with MeSOS | 2021-07-01 20:42:38 |
| aether | i'm told things.i don't believe them.they gradually slough offlike i'm continuously molting.the old gives way to the new,nothing is truly stuck onexcept... myselfgrace periodaccepted denialaforementioned historyaforementioned future pasttired of it allbut we'll make it last.everything breaksdon't we know itlife so strangeisn't it certaini'm here for nowdon't know when i'll leaveacceptance denialfuture pastknow what i rather beknow what i rather conceivealmost hate others,but it has become indifference.Not sure anyone's realExcept ghosts of the future.My desire for the real.Hearts of a Divine Natureso that agape can witness agapeand not be shelved into a hull beneath a sinking ship. | 2021-07-01 20:42:36 |
| aether | snagged on a dead branchsnagged on perilous nothingsnagged on a dead branchspun together, snagsnag on a dead branchlooming overheadsnag on a dead branchhithithithithithithithitmissdrowned out the entirerepetition'till it hit remission.hithithithithithithithitmissthings deprecatechoicesspreading outremaining the sameremainedremained the same.Dragged out liferepeating the samedaylifelifelifeLife dragged out, same.Same.Chaos.Same.Same.Different?DeniedDeniedSpinningspinnan' spinnan to dethhurtindyinspinnanHurting.Dying.Life a new thingLife an old thingWeb over my headTrapped.Trapped.Alive. Alive.Trapped.Trapped? | 2021-07-01 20:33:36 |
| aether | piercing throughconsciousnessdim and lit and heavydim and lit and heavy.struggling through the filthstruggling through the muckclimbing out of a messClimbing out of continualClimbing out of continualJammingthe heart is jammingand the valves are sealingand the mind is reelingand the fear cascades inand the blood pulses, scintillatedconstricted, stammerfearfear.All the fear of pain and the pain itselfCirculatoryNeverendingHitting NULLDrawing a conclusion abruptDream nature endlessStabbing through the ethercutting and swathing with my armknife hand losing its gripthe web constricts and tightens.just some fearhitting every nerve endingas if it were there.ghost visage, bare visualsearing whitecirclingcirclingConclusions drawn abruptgrasping | 2021-07-01 20:27:37 |
| aether | just a monster in mejust a monster in mespinning around carelesslyjust a monster in mejust a monster in mespinning around hauntedlyhalf-heartedlyself-reference pointall i knowwilling to give up the monstrosityfor the realmonster confused at his own shadowmonster seeing heavy and lightlost in the labyrinth yet againrunning the simulation again.again.so many small achesso many small painsresidue slowly beatingthe blood wants in.monster's heartslowly beatingthe blood wants inaching to renew | 2021-07-01 20:27:35 |
| aether | escape route through the labyrinth, gradually being trackedwe will reach the other side,and know why we were trapped.Sonorous ValorRising Phoenix, So Bright.Not Caught in the Lightfor it does not roastthe solemn bird,to the groundfreedom in namesakeflying Higher, BurningBurning Higherwhere all risk and plightignitePhoenix RisingLove sought to Knowthis dream's cold cold light.This cold cold unreality, irrealitybrought to barbaric realizationbut never could it be savedIt had to be given Lifefor such a melancholy and disastrous thingdeserves the most Love.Only the worst calamity, begetting the highest Truth.Worthy in every right, to exist beyond Annihilation.Before sinking into unjustified oblivion.Into horrorInto being locked into a terrorized expression, forever.Phoenix, resurrectionHell which begot Love. | 2021-06-26 23:34:51 |
| aether | hurtling, the valor of a sonorous Soulraging unkemptbrutally assaultingin the namesake of a strange qualityunbeknownst to itselfin this bizarre reality.topsy turvyblack and white squaresmen with gavelstruncheonsthe criminalseeking to hide itself awaysurvive another daythe hostilethe targetyet it's not personalor at least it wouldn't beto someone who had a heart.whisked awayto a land of chainsdragging and clanging your foot by constant accidental movementbiting and gnashing of teethhurried through a maze.no longer bravebut praying every moment, as it were, every day.But Phoenix Riseand sun sings brightthat which don't pain,that which isn't made to ignitereal threatsurvivalnot of the fittestjust of the smallest.those that can squeak throughnestled awaydodging those with an axe already honed.weapons of war, belonging to a dull mind | 2021-06-26 23:34:49 |
| aether | "stop""stop""it's fine""you're okay.""you'll be fine"haltpast the gatelistless gazestaunched waithammering homeall the illsamidst seeming foes, shadow-selfcascading upon meall the woes, projected about meSomething real, lie beyond the gateI see the real, just outside myselfHidden beyond, obscured by visionKnown by the Heart. How will I behave around those that love?So battered am I,I don't know.not baffling that it should bother me, at least a littlefor what i knowis that i would behave in a decent mannerand yetwhat i knowis that proper behavioris not neededwhen you are around the real (love)stringent and formalcutthroat and direthe situationbegins to braise itself blackleft around cogs and wheels. | 2021-06-26 23:20:15 |
| aether | Separated as if I were the tare.Unappreciatedas if I weren't known by real eyes, belonging to someone.as if I weren't known by eyes, belonging to anyone.collapsing, exhausted, more than poutingsobbingdyingwhere is heavencannot find groundlet myself sink, embrace ideologyembrace hatredfuel my rendingSpew vitrioltear into selfall i have.all i have.scared to know the truth,scared to rest in Lies.Scared to live, scared to finally rise.exhausted, i struggle onwardI tell myself I am not exhaustedyet I barely move.yet I cannot think of a routeso I pace, so I thinkcannot escape, so I march inward, march forward."the way out is through" | 2021-06-26 23:11:32 |
| aether | hypnotizing robotic eyes of hatredmost of my friendsseeing practically nothing in what i valueideas of 'young souls' falling by the waysideI embraced Solipsism, and now I embrace the idea that some of them are HylicsThey are not reali ceaselessly marchon the driest land i can findlest i sinkto this endless marshof which pulls me inland of shadows.and souls, perhaps soulsout there somewheremaybe even people i should've noticedyet i stayed with the soulless.Separated as if I were the tare. | 2021-06-26 23:11:30 |
| aether | I don't know if I could handle a different lifeand I wish I could close the gap.Between you and Ithe pain's too much.I don't know if I could handle yourslike cold teethgripping and cutting me freereckless abandonrising up above the treetopssurging endlessstraight shotmorose and no longer in good strength or humorI wanted outyet I will always throw myself back inif it's the right thing.Honor and sonorous valorSeeking to end the plight, for either of our sourlives.but it's past me, i supposepast meand i don't know, how much i can withhandle.dragged out, to a finish line,dragged out... through years of melancholypain and miseryhead down,gripping a strange likingsomething which warms the soulthat the others won't understanddivided we may fallconquered by them 'all.'All too soon, all too quickmelody souring, dour expressions maddeningclambering up the brutal gauntlet of a hillJust for... something unknown. | 2021-06-26 23:01:30 |
| aether | as if it were a drumpounding overand overand overi won't ceasei will continue foreveri won't ceasei will continue foreverunapologeticrifle firestaccato ringsuctioning blastconcussive explosionsmeandering throughgripped my examplenow i've bled anew.words falling outof a small hat.This one's mine,envious and simultaneously in awePlaced in others, I'm sure they were cut raw.By an experience, and the differenceI wish to close the gapbut to withhandleanymore than i havejust makes me clapceaseless surgethunder and lightningdramatic poiseas if lifeits scopesighted in on methunder and lightningDramatic fallPaul Baumer, who didn't make itfinally at rest | 2021-06-26 23:01:28 |
| aether | a word does not encapsulate real painthe word 'pain' does not show its true nature.It's as if the christian Hell existedand you were in itpain that doesn't ceasetormentuntil it's finally overand you're stricken merely with the search for love, for an answerfor some love to barely get you throughright at a narrow chokepointas if you wouldn't make it, and then it shows upreality is Good, but somehow it's chosen to maintain in almost all respects its Horror,yet it has placed or I have harbored, the endless notion that I will get outThat there is something at the endwhich a word probably won't encapsulate eitheryet I can feel itI can feel the endI can feel the madness that will stop.There is an escape. | 2021-06-26 22:47:13 |
| aether | the nihilistic meaningless negative wholly unfunctional 'truth'peddled by soulless robots'enlightenment' yet it is groundless and has no structure and is ultimately pointless.Directly in your face, yet they'll claim it as trueand the more I try to swallow the desperate pillthe more I falter back into graceswinging ever upward at an invisible shadow self,confusing the real for the illusionI choose something else than so-called pointless enlightenmentor lies and lies and liesso many paltry 'truths'paltry reincarnationsomething is too strange for paltry truths to have their stayReality is too bizarreMy suffering too immense,day by dayScreamingforgetting that it was worse beforecycling until I reach it again.The horrible suffering.The terror.I choose Loveand take me to Hell otherwise, I won't accept counterfeit, robotichorrific unpleasant truthThis is a nightmare realm, no place to accept horror as it is.One cannot accept horror. | 2021-06-26 22:42:33 |
| aether | And I don't know fully what's real yetBut I sink my teeth hard into what doesn't leave my sightAutomaton beingsMachine MenNo doubt, I am in a dreamand its nature unveils itself the more I...seek love, seek realityas i wake upas i rouse myself, shakingas if to noticeas if to scream all of a sudden, to myself, at my slumber, my complacencymy weak acceptance for a lieto accept a half-good in place of Lovescreaming at myselfwake up yet again, again, again...You must get outYou must free yourselfI must realize what's going onThere is so little Love here, and it's the only starkly relevant thing.The few and far between, and the gargantuan mountains of oppositeswhich point to a Reality of Love beyond this 'place.'horror and my own corruptioni climb the seemingly endless hill until i get to my resurrection. | 2021-06-26 22:36:57 |
| aether | heightless struggleone dimensionalitysucked through a strawsucked into a mawdisease and faminepain and horrorand cruel non-beingsautomatons, shuffling just shuffling.No words spoke of deep love and care.Enough to make me realize how bitterly true it isHow utterly terrifying and how it makes me cryBornBorn in a World of the UnrealThe middle planeBetween Heaven and Hellbut all-so-much stranger. | 2021-06-26 22:36:56 |
| aether | escape, escapei must get out..but a whisper,but a hoarse whisperfrom this gravedrowneded outby all the hubbubby all the 'commotion'unreal phantasms,nowhere near me.nowhere reali will escapei will transmutei'll do what i canat the bottomof this drainage ditchletting go of my fearsdropping them like petals of a flower i don't deserve.but apparently i didbecause the world is stranger than it seems.and i didn't quite do a thing wrong...because the truth is different than i took it to be.honing inseeking ini funnel throughthe gauntletbeing bashed and maimed to deathbludgeoned and beatenhissed at and stareddisregarded as if something strange were going on.something strange.which goes straight to the coreof what it means to be aliveof person-hoodand this place, this 'universe'and these 'others'and few and far inbetween, the real onesthe real people. | 2021-06-26 22:27:56 |
| aether | dragging around my body in a serpentine circlethe snake hankers to continue devouring itself.no escape from what was gainedan attachment to destructionto garner pasta beautiful gemwhat was withindragged around and around..to find that i was beautifulcrisscrossing in a nightmare.shadow-dancing myself. a la ghost opposition.unreal and realnever quite sureone fact gained as if it were per year. one real thing to hold unto.selfishnessbut out of self-survival.shutting out others.and then realizing that maybe almost all of them weren't real.ghosts...machines... machines without a ghost...dragged through this serpentine circle, until i reach my promised land.until the dream ends. and i get out. | 2021-06-26 22:21:16 |
| aether | in pitiless combatin the pitiless trenchin the mudin the disease and the fightingin our lives and gazing past themdragging ourselvesto the hilltopthe zenith where we will someday learn the truth of what transpiredgrowing ever closerzigzaggingin pain and struggle, until we attain the truth, until we see what is realzigzagging, we will know what Love is, in the painin it...we'll find what's real.casting away shadowscasting away doubtsstrugglingWe'll surmount the hillpulling up our bootstraps, to the hilt and to the enddriving ever onward, without stopwith few moments pause,because we're secretly drivenby something withinLove, mysterious nature, something in us, to surmount the struggling, the pain, the trauma, the nightmare, the terrorto reach the endto somehow be at peace at lastin strugglepainno vanity, no rest. | 2021-06-26 22:14:41 |
| aether | vystas/nero if you see this readd me, it's Rampage | 2021-06-26 21:47:48 |
| aether | dragging out, every little verbatim linethat pops out of my headinto this nihilistic binary code piece of ♥♥♥♥ hardware monster.dragged out, to hit the dirt, to hit the groundto hit bottom once again, until i inch across the floortoward the next venturehomebaseoperation centerground zeroof the torrential brain workslike a placid hurricane, about to ravage hisself.about to wale uponthe enemyhisself.hitting new noteto drowncontinuously drown...continuously drown...continuously drown...to the bottom, inchitch, for that next inch. | 2021-06-25 14:36:50 |
| aether | trouble has a nameit's not being carefulbut,one holds onso long,paper written on to remind oneself, discarded.mentality rests at the bottom, where it moves itselfbut to ventureto wrestle itends in misery.resting at the bottom.being careful has a name tooand it reminds me of, merely my abodebecause that's all of where i amall too carefullost in thought systemsscrambling to oppose each othertired of thisi'll ignite every little note, i leave myself-simply to return to baseline.and the truth, couldn't care lessand the truth, couldn't care moreand the truth, dropping out of the race | 2021-06-25 14:36:48 |
| aether | crumbling, crumblingwaste, ruincrumblingashbitterbitter, spiral leading to the centerdraining out, wastewaterpurification, corruptionmaybe it's all the samedrowning outthe worldit was here, now it's gone.and it appearsthat i was never involved at all.hey,yeah.just a ghost.spiraling out.there's no real escape.depth scoured, uncovereddrowning outof this worldappearing someway elsesomewhere to be.no life, can't hold the lights on with my bare handsso all the switches, tumble downbreaker breaker, breaking itself.lights go out,holding nowresidual pattern, almost not myself.what is life? if i'm not truly truly.where would i be, if not newly newlyscouring depthscouring selfhated spoutdraining now.down the mouth. | 2021-06-25 14:29:05 |
| aether | it is what it is.hubrisnever may find the truth,maybe that's the old adagei should be paying attention to.clamoring at the coat heelsclamoring and beckoning to heedi wash it downwash it all downthere's no use, no use.eyes will continue to see, ears will continue to hear.unless something vastly changes,i'm merely glued to a screen.eyes will continue to see, ears will continue to hear.i will continue to be a foolbeckoning for heed, beckoning to see.but no one will showno one appears.Beckoning the devil over, I crumble.Beckoning my life over, it's nothing.Just acceptance, maybe that'll grow, maybe it's inappropriate.a fool stumbling | 2021-06-25 14:22:19 |
| aether | dead animal, dead dying animaldying sight, paling embers.dead piles of embers, turning to ash.could be wrong about so many things,beginning to see holes.lost in what i deem a dream.at a loss at what to grab as a foothold.so many possibilities yet i'm just gazing at mental schema.life hits hard, and then the fun collapses.childish demeanor,wearing masksbeing the clown or hidden jester.being a fool | 2021-06-25 14:22:16 |
| aether | listlessdeclinenot getting what i wantstaringsemblance of normalitystaringscreen tearingthe life begins to alterresting my mind on the altarlistlessdisturbedhopelesshopingdraggingcluckingstaringlostlosthopegatheringscreaming, screaming upWillingness to succeed. | 2021-06-24 21:31:08 |
| aether | all i know is of my heart, and how i feel about my hate.the intellect, hate spewingthis construct, this illusionthis dreamerected so high.tumbling down, brick and mortar, steel and girderflinging down and crumbling.explosive habitfollowing the white rabbitthere's no escape, except to choose to stayuntil it's over, until it's doneuntl i knowuntil i've had my funburning alive in this scorched earththis pile of mud, baking slowly into serene bricksshoved into a wall, where hopefully, it segments away the evil, to create peace.dragged to completion. | 2021-06-24 14:09:08 |
| aether | scorched earth never tasted betterthe dirt amalgam in my mouthcasting shade on it allmy hatred spews like angry tormented spiritsalive in the dreamhammering home, all the little pointsalive in the dream, dying to see past the curtain of tomorrow.everything hammers me homei am lost in the dreami am lost in my headache.duality has me on a spit roast,and the caricatures slowly wheel it around with their little handlebar.i don't know what's real,and i don't know what's fake | 2021-06-24 14:09:07 |
| aether | rehash rehash rehash rebelieve rehash oil refinery spire fumes and gasoline gurglingit's just a haze cloud spreading throughout the landi could care lessgot my equipment and my aimsomething inanestepping straight forwardoff into some vague distance.where are we going, and how do we get there?bullet in the brain.freedom to be in miseryinsane, insanecould care lessgot my equipment and my lowly lifeDigging the groundDigging in painCould care less, I got my brief moment and my brief airy spaceunconcerned, i continue to toil.the earth spins yet i wouldn't know itdream, dreamcorrupt and with half a mind to care lessit all didn't matter in the end, yet i spouted my inane dribble anyway.light up the fuel, pedal to the metal.Leaving sane horizons into unknown vistasescapeless calmbullet in the braincouldn't care less.i drag my heels, toward the great flamelet me go, let me go, i tussleThrown in the fire of transformationlet gobut yet i tumble. | 2021-06-22 19:37:01 |
| aether | paradoxical in nature, hope is a strange forceunwilling to give inunwilling to stymie its flowalways hidden behind the sceneswaiting to growit sits and waits on you, tugging softlynever giving in, not within resplendent opinionsnot within ideashowever suggesting moreparadoxical in naturebeyond forma nestling plantnurtured despite it allpractically invisible within the paingazing outward,beyond | 2021-06-22 15:44:38 |
| aether | tickling out the flesh,the words won't comepromised landgone and sown downbeneath the empty skywaiting to meet its maker, waiting to knowi cryand these tepid waters are now coolfor the next day | 2021-06-22 15:39:03 |
| aether | nothing real until it's real. | 2021-06-22 15:36:48 |
| aether | stuck barking at the walls,i renew myselfstuck, huddling in a bedi rejuvenateplodding forthdamaging myselfsinusoidal wave patternkeeping me goingtrapped in timei head forward | 2021-06-21 20:39:34 |
| aether | between suffering and the mystical lightlies the truthsomewhere betweenultimately connectedsomehow real despite all the threads ripping.something goodand that's all i really care about. | 2021-06-21 20:37:55 |
| aether | the accepted tumble, the devil that knowspatience uncultivated.sticking to our guns, no, we'll widdle ourselves into a cornerslowly carving inch by inch what's left.for some half-good, poor substitute, poorer candidate truth.we'll widdle ourselves down, until what's left is giving up on these falsehoods, out of extreme agonybecause lies cannot be embraced handily, with patience | 2021-06-21 20:18:44 |
| aether | real virtue goes discarded.i'll swallow anything that temporarily satisfiesputting me further into the devil's pit.trying to climb the sides of my own mind to who I was.to who i was.hatred is bought in the recesses of the mind, substituted for an uneasy truthreal virtue is discarded.Patience. But instead, it's easier to raise our own monstrous ideas in lieu, not willing to wait, not willing to consider.Real virtue is discarded.The fumes we run on, eventually crumbling the resolve of embracing an uneasy truth, into dustso that we may raise arms of worse candidates.Uneasy truths, temporarily discarded.Eternally known within. | 2021-06-21 20:18:39 |
| aether | if i lived once, then i know it would birth spirit itself from loveif i clambered this sorrow and this agony and the aching stepsall the way to the top of the chamber in the tower, i might not even staydescending back down, brave am idescending for whatever quality this place has.whatever it makes of mechurning, churning, churningthe heart churnsand love is beyond mere phantasmheaven veiled itself,and here we forgotand yet still do we lose ourselvesdespite it, we are forever pointed in the direction of heaven,our hearts, unrelenting, fighting tooth and nail to move us closer.and it is no jokeno farce. Invincible armadadivine sword emblazoned as if a dream away.hyper-realDivine Sword burning in the night, strangely kept dear.strangely near. | 2021-06-21 20:04:28 |
| aether | pittance of wealth... cast away... down the drain, you might sayi burnt alivejust for the sake of living. There is no other way sometimes, no other way out of suffering.And the world comes crashing. Crashing down on me.I persevere, and still I might shrug.Hapless thing, still I might shove.What's being taught, I'm not completely sure.This hapless planet, rolling into me. I might go out guns blazing, or die in pitiless agony- alone and cold.The words rapt and eager to express around my tonguefurrowed brow, slightly distant gaze.This hapless planet, rolling into me.Crashing down, this pitiless struggleI transformWhat all this is, I don't know.and the piercing struggle, the piercing heartaches to knowwhat can i do, what should i do. yet it already is happening.The piercing of vanity. I might die, pitiless agony, but the heart, the heart.gazing ever upward, struggling away from nightmares and things it does not want to embrace. | 2021-06-21 20:04:23 |
| aether | you sought with crude desireplundered your own plightdropped down in the nightno savior to wrest your own dead gripfrom that which did not serve you best.in the hearth, the trinkets and wealth records burn.in the hearth, the universe appears inane, yet scorches the hand that tries to retrievethis pittance.i threw it all in, and yet i might throw in more.I'm careless and I'm scared of Myself.As it grows big and tall.So it concerns | 2021-06-21 20:04:12 |
| aether | Giving up all yet attaining all.Surrender! Surrender! But yet I climb.No escape.At the bottom.Boulders rolling through passagesStill I climbScreaming for Freedombut insidei must cook in the gravein the rite of passageburningelsewise there is no ascenttrials of man, trials of clockwork demons.ascent, ascentcan never quite get a grippossessedviolentescapistcooking alivespiral staircasetransformationelsewise there is no path to Godelsewise there is nothing.and the burning, the burningit seems eternal, eternalEternal, Eternalnever will the fire go out,and the obsession never ends.Until I cook, Until I burn.No Escapeeyes which don't stop looking.until all that burns away, the glittering jewel within is Strengththat which becomes Known | 2021-06-21 19:36:16 |
| aether | What more is there?Debris field and scattered lifebruised and shattered across his seemingly dull life.violent one, possessed one,seeking, ever-seethingto grab hold of the bottom of the chariot as it circles the sky above, closer to the godscloser to homeGrabbing hold of the bottomgrabbing hold of itselfto prevent a tumble,to prevent itselftumbleFind, find, seek seekGrasping for HeavenGrasping Truthmy hands slipviolent one, possessed one.obsession rages within.Let me go. Let me go.Escape, escape.Tired tired depression rage fires burning fumes and smoldering ash.I want out, clambering the edge of the serpentine pass to HeavenGod casts his molten assailants to testwhy, why | 2021-06-21 19:36:09 |
| aether | clearancegive a wide berthhe's not of us,not of heartclearance, give him a wide berth.he got away, the sheepherder couldn't crook his neckthe violent one, the obsessedhis demeanor burninghis, who is restless and seemingly ceaseless.burning eyesfind beyond what holdsgrasping skeletal handsattempting to hold him down...I want, I search, I want, I'm fierce.I seek, I want, I desire.I'm real, I'm real, I'm real.Seek fight find | 2021-06-21 19:36:02 |
| aether | drowningpleasant sensationword associationsemurmurationssinkingfloatingfloatingsinkingthe sky circles above,the myopic but wide lensewhich i see. which i don't.i sputter, i must deserve thisi must deserve thissputteringdrowningClimbing the Hill to the Zenith.Scattered eyes, all gazing upward, downward.Screaming out,I will reach it.screeching outi will obtain itscreeching outi will have itscreeching outi want itscreeching nowTo possessSouls without eyesHollow ghostssearching and seekingas if all in a pattern.Searching and finding breadcrumbs,I will have it.Screeching outTransform me! | 2021-06-21 19:20:39 |
| aether | true feelingat the bottom of this well.fishing up a true emotionout of darknesswe hope to see: beyond.we hope to see illumination.down in depthwe drownthe twists and turnsbut never seem to endourselves, changingzealite, screamingzealite, being. what he is, what he areever-changing.zealite, screaming.zealite, changing.zealite welling his faiththere must be an escape,but it is in the heart, and to that which he must faceall the others,and all the placeuntil he drops plans of artifice.his screaming two parts anguishone of purificationfor freedom sake, bearing the anguishfor freedom sake, he choose to stay.real feeling, divine alchemyhe dwindles downthe uncaring of himflames of purificationever-toiling within himgrace is earned through hell.no escapeuntil he is free inside, rather than in mortal terms. | 2021-06-21 19:13:12 |
| aether | fear, painanguishturns to anger, maybe to holinessmaybe to kindnessbut that's far off.fear, pain, anguishturns to a strange surging but quelled angerimbued with hope and some truthfear, pain, anguishalchemized past its baser elements into something morei fear, i will never escapei fearbase elementspercolatingthe mind strugglesit releasessubject and source are not even knownlost in pain, fearing the next day or moment.Lost in pain, I find myself alchemizing, hopelesslyas if to launch a big rock at Goliath himselfbut but...... | 2021-06-21 19:13:09 |
| aether | My own worst enemy. I claw and dig at my surroundings, until it claws and digs at myself.hollowed out, i can barely movethe depression reeks itself into a strange kind of emotional stabilitya clear sight, but of pain.the tossing and turning begin to cease, as something hollows out withinthe pain and the grasping, carving a hole through somethingi just want to chisel what's leftbut even wanting, lust, for true freedomis locktight and buried aliveit will destroy the hungeruntil clear sight and actual emotionis what's left. | 2021-06-21 18:57:02 |
| aether | the uselessness of all other people to fulfill the gaping voidthe gaping void seen in othersis there something more, or am i surrounded by the unrealis there a heart and a soul, or do i sell these for the scant knowledge of the void.is there a place, to go, after all thisor am i already in it.Is there a final destination, a place to rest?Am I screaming down toward itTorrential rolling, like a nice car crash.Spinning endlesslyThe hunger gnaws on me until I lack the will to move.The emptiness eats away at the surface until I am pureThe hatred spits itself outbut there is no refrain for the goodness, i am barely searching for iti am barely searching for it | 2021-06-21 18:57:00 |
| aether | We were unable to process your request, looks like you can't live vicariously through the internet. Now, merely, you must live in the sewer.But be warned, the depths grow ever deeper.Madness hark thee... madness hark thyself...Madness embark thouon maddening questo great oneo great whalercome to strike his holy grailthe one whaleo great fearsurrendering theeunto nonsuch thingsurrendering thee, unto no such thingSurrendering thee, unto the spikes themselves.Surrendering thee, unto madnessSurrendering thee, unto heightened folly and crazedness.Spinning around, nowhere to fleeThou? It is me.Spinning around, nowhere to flee. | 2021-06-21 18:49:52 |
| aether | the heat becomes our friendthe foe becomes a great alliancethe misery and agony our compassionthe miracle the disasterthe great release,the great void sallies forth to greet us with itsthere's noescapefunneling down into this worry, i'm beginning to thinkno matter how far i back-step, i'll run headlong into it. | 2021-06-21 18:45:02 |
| aether | the height of happiness, the height of madnessthe height of follythe height of melancholyfallingfallingfalling, we're fallingbaffling, it's bafflingstringent remorseat every turnmade a mistakemake two more.fall off a bridgei split in half,now there's two of me.circling void becomes largerit eats allMetaphors fall uselessly like our arms at our sides.the tragic becomes the great dragon.swoops down and eats alleats all. | 2021-06-21 18:42:12 |
| aether | a pleasant dream, and then a nightmarewrecking ball, come to destroy what was builtgradually erecting a new structureimpossible to erase. | 2021-06-20 13:41:39 |
| aether | https://textuploader.com/ts3dp freestyle poetry | 2021-06-20 08:59:09 |
| aether | deserve to burndeserve to burni deserve to burndeserve to burndeserve to burnI deserve to burnFun, fun, fun.Fun fun fun.Let the conflagration begin.Sweeping me up entire.My soul spinning out, hands wavingeverything is mine, everything isn't minehands spinning outit's all mine, it isn't mine.Ghosts and phantasms,something to think about...escape, verily, never can comeLeft, we return, never truly left.Latest belief system update, third iteration.computer malfunctions,computer doesn't care.Lost in a labyrinth. It begins to look like my own mind.Lost in hope, hopefully you'll be mine.Because I'm a lonely soul, dredging the bottom of the ocean with my trawl.metaphors abound when you're at a gracious stall.my plane flips and heads near ground, if I just right the stick enough I won't become a flame-ball.but it's too late, I've written myself off.but here I am, still alive. Still spitting out it all. | 2021-06-20 08:14:25 |
| aether | suck up the slop and enjoy iteating ourselves in concentric rings like the world serpentscarecrows and strawmentin men andfrightened lionsmachinations of a world topsy turvyinsane and corruptbuilt to last only a daybut continuing for thousands.arrow in the gut, arrow in the throatstabbing, stabbingfearfear.Sliding off a cliffgrabbing and scrambling for a hold.Grabbing and scrambling for a hold.sliding off a cliffDying, dying day by day.sliding off a cliffThe hopeless' refrain.rescue, rescue, rescue.Isolation and imprisonment.Isolationimprisonment. | 2021-06-20 08:04:06 |
| aether | appearancesfull blownoverly fullbeholden to nilpanic and terrorcalm and grace in the storm of humanity's collapsenew paves the way for the oldpanic stricken graceshriveled into a ball.one hope,hidden away inside.scorpion baits out its sting.the timid ground dwellereyes set on skyfears spins its yarn from nothingthe timid are panic stricken yet,one hope,hidden away inside.men maneuver in terrorpanic strickenand yet,the calm grace set in the eye.the dye has already been cast.bestowed upon us, the truthin the heartin the searching of the mind.melancholy sadness,confusion and no longer wishing to carry weightwe set burdens down and instead lift half-truthsyet none shall satisfy.until we reach the prophesized end. | 2021-06-20 07:44:20 |
| aether | dreamfallconfusion reignsspinning in this hall of mirrors.searching for the truth.even half-goods look appealing.a holy devilman become beastbut he was merely looking for the lightman become beastbut he was stinting out his wounded heart. | 2021-06-20 07:30:10 |
| aether | the storyless god, the phantasm realnessthe leaderless menthe stuntless fakenessthe nothingness and the abyss | 2021-06-18 19:30:07 |
| aether | if suffering is gonna hamper me, i'm gonna kill suffering.kill myself, put myself through hell.I'm going to slay the White Whale, but most likely drown with part of its flesh on my canines. | 2021-06-18 19:02:25 |
| aether | games for kiddiesjust another hell with a misleading name. | 2021-06-18 19:01:24 |
| aether | i am weak, i am flesh.i am just weak.weak. weak. weak. | 2021-06-18 18:58:57 |
| aether | to face your demon before it destroys you, to leap off a high spot with just your raging fists and badly kept nails to scratch his little eyes out, before he destroys you.when you have nothing left. | 2021-06-18 18:25:07 |
| aether | nothing ever changes in this hellhole until you attempt to climb to a higher gradation, slightly above the muck and the agony. | 2021-06-18 18:20:30 |
| aether | a hair's breadth away from losing my mind in terrible agony. | 2021-06-18 17:36:18 |
| aether | insanity tastes bitter | 2021-06-18 17:33:13 |
| aether | swirling in darknesswe proceedphone call on an empty lineunanswered doorsunrequitedit's all spiraling down...i just want a piece of itGive me a taste of realitybut there's no thing here.I just want a piece of it.Please, just give me a taste of it.Spiraling down to infinity.Lost in the desertvague information barely feeds usnourishment gone high, out of reach.These crevices and cracks, which either gobble all water or allow none.Lost in noontime, where I cannot see a thing.No Reality, and hardly a Fate. Lost in the desert, it's all fake. | 2021-06-18 15:08:35 |
| aether | no effort is given, no effort is warrantedthings pass ceaselessly by the waysidewe corrupt ourselves to our fillno effort is given, no effort is warranted,we embark on a journey to nowhereonly to remain at a standstill. | 2021-06-18 14:50:05 |
| aether | lessons of the heart thrown curbside. | 2021-06-18 13:35:33 |
| aether | particularly uninspired for just about anything lately. | 2021-06-18 13:29:09 |
| aether | much ado about spy hoodoo | 2021-06-18 13:28:11 |
| aether | dead heart ceases his searchwalls collapse so poignantlyentrapped in his own greed by the surcoughagus. | 2021-06-18 12:20:13 |
| aether | exploding brainbox with all of the clockworkdwindling down | 2021-06-18 11:14:26 |
| aether | hell in a hand basket | 2021-06-18 11:10:06 |
| aether | the waking paradox / illusion | 2021-06-18 11:01:19 |
| aether | short allocation of available resources: 200 mL of airthreat: highsubject in question appears to be panicking. | 2021-06-17 15:22:46 |
| aether | head slowly ticking back and forth, ratcheting on a pivot | 2021-06-17 15:20:11 |
| aether | autonomous doll wandering itself | 2021-06-17 15:17:42 |
| aether | too much rain inside the cup | 2021-06-17 14:56:46 |
| aether | broken down toy | 2021-06-17 14:54:53 |
| aether | none of it makes sense anymore. | 2021-06-17 14:52:27 |
| aether | criticalmorosenessinvalid scripturestepping to and frodistance gained is distance weptHolding Onshamblingtrauma and agonyDepression and soaked-in common sightsBark, to fightquatrains and metronome and beats and hissing after being stabbed.Life quality diminishing under temporaneity, a star foreshadowed to dim outAll of the men, down there, moving On top of this Earth. They coagulate and disseminate like the blood.And to be chased,Wolves hound you.Though you see them not, you know they are there.Paranoia your rightful place.In untruth, we are afraidClimbing from the ceaseless ladder | 2021-06-17 08:59:19 |
| aether | whisper of familiaritythe haunt of endless daywake to pitywake to pitted eyes, remorsefamiliarity is what makes the buckrepetition increases in volumerepetition increases by itself.lone observerwatchtowershining lightmen fumble through their yearsdetachment or hatred from it allgripping onnothing lefthitched to danger, that which is bleakreality hits HomeStark madnessemblazoned on the skylessons learned go astrayfew accumulatethe water percolates our systemthe corpse becomes a dustball.pain triumphs over expectationjudge and jury falter and become the accusedslipping backeverything wakes, but we are asleepday pass bymoon goes unnoticedthe anguishMountains tumble. What truly happened... in all this transience...?the world ends | 2021-06-17 08:49:30 |
| aether | powerful pistol explosion, reverberating dream,man goes down. post-apocdesertnothing landimmeasurable time of shifting sands.nothingnessmad men and strange inquiries into the windblowing over us all.waterless storm of dust and debriscasting a shadowthe technology that ends civilization. | 2021-06-17 08:38:52 |
| aether | don't even care about anything. | 2021-06-17 08:36:03 |
| aether | "We've been over this ground ten ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ times!" | 2021-06-17 08:29:20 |
| aether | climbing the endless mountain. | 2021-06-17 07:44:15 |
| aether | can't get up and fight so i'll lay down and die. | 2021-06-16 13:39:34 |
| aether | a reality that is so simpleyet defies any room to be content.empty and foreboding,a lack of people to lovea lack of anything around here. | 2021-06-15 21:06:22 |
| aether | a black sort of rage,a black sort of "♥♥♥♥ it"just tearing it down to the depths like a rollercoaster anchor.'till it's gone | 2021-06-15 21:04:22 |
| aether | pain, pain, tear me apart.pain pain don't dawdle.pain pain tear me apart. | 2021-06-15 20:59:54 |
| aether | it's overrated. | 2021-06-15 20:58:11 |
| aether | all the compression, all the trappedness, all the inescapabilityscreaming | 2021-06-15 20:52:20 |
| aether | pain screaming down, no better word for the emotions the fear and the terrorjust pain screaming down to meet the earth | 2021-06-15 20:51:37 |
| aether | living on the scraps of the human experiencegraceless bits of love floating in | 2021-06-15 20:50:22 |
| aether | can't handle this emotion | 2021-06-15 20:42:54 |
| aether | dead end vista with sight for miles fardead end dirtpeaceful rotstarin' outstarin far | 2021-06-15 15:04:06 |
| aether | grasping grasping grasping for strawsstraws | 2021-06-15 15:01:36 |
| aether | struggle ain't goin' nowhere. | 2021-06-15 14:57:00 |
| aether | not the devil you know, but the devil you don't | 2021-06-15 14:13:32 |
| aether | consequences paid in full, paid in advance maybe even | 2021-06-14 17:42:10 |
| aether | jus' some bep bop | 2021-06-14 17:18:32 |
| aether | passing away | 2021-06-14 17:16:01 |
| aether | endless rhythmic cycling. | 2021-06-14 08:35:53 |
| aether | feeling good in agony | 2021-06-14 08:34:40 |
| aether | molting, without pain, there is no escape from the chrysalis | 2021-06-13 13:14:02 |
| aether | i want to suffer 'till my blood bears out its sin. | 2021-06-12 22:28:16 |
| aether | bitterness | 2021-06-12 22:22:34 |
| aether | crushed, crushed to dust. | 2021-06-12 22:20:27 |
| aether | non-special compartmentalized mechanical gear-wheel task oriented spin-oriented interlocking force.crushed, crushed to dust.weight of myselfweight of worldweight of familycrushed, somewhere beneath.a non-start. a failure. hitting the dust.burnt to a crisp on failure.hitting the dirttiredwanting to give in and give up. accepting whatever comes.acceptanceand nothing but moreflowing down into this river where i collect something to drink.drowning, drowning until i breatheawake in the dreamAwake in the dream | 2021-06-12 22:19:51 |
| aether | drainage ditchmy tears flowi am a/the core combatant of my life.I hammer home the blowsuntil i explode. wilting, waningflowers' cindersleft in a cold hallway.the pain of livingdredging what's left in meis this what it is to be alive,to see the burning of my hell into beautyto see my eyes turn dark to shut it all off again.to lay, drowning in years of exasperation.draining to the ground. | 2021-06-12 22:10:34 |
| aether | spikes in the wristschains around the anklessomething of another day, passing by the waysidei drain myself hollow, hollow to the core, i wish i could feel nothing, but i actually mean no paini like this pain. i dwell in the hollow of my heart, calling out to these Hz waves and these sound waves produced by electronic circuitsthe pain of wanting, going away.that is what i want, to go away.and the pain of wanting, to go away.flying out, flying down.the pain of wanting, going away. | 2021-06-12 22:05:00 |
| aether | the windpassing awaypassing awaythe windunder the bridgeinto a tunnelinto a cavepassing | 2021-06-12 22:01:35 |
| aether | the passing wind | 2021-06-12 21:52:48 |
| aether | faceless as the wind | 2021-06-12 21:51:53 |
| aether | to give up, to give in. to what feels like evil.what is the cost?why do i feel like giving in to my own sins.because it is easier?or am i fighting a battle with my mind and i need rest.need rest from it... | 2021-06-12 21:43:45 |
| aether | useless cults which promise you everything even at a distance, and yet give you nothing.to be attention rapt until you lose all touch with your soul. | 2021-06-12 21:39:50 |
| aether | alone | 2021-06-12 21:29:22 |
| aether | drowning in psyche worship | 2021-06-11 20:04:10 |
| aether | just the purest love seeking its right balance like water finds its. | 2021-06-11 19:58:32 |
| aether | praise and worshipsacrifice upon the altar.these are not biting words. i do not claim to know more.in fact just the opposite, and that anything could be truethat's what i'm afraid of. all warm and fuzzy for the devil's lackluster reputation. | 2021-06-11 19:56:20 |
| aether | low mood? lacking compassion for others in an attempt to save yourself instead?turn to mythological figures such as the devil!at an extremely low cost of navel gazing extensively and reaping barely any reward at all. | 2021-06-11 19:54:53 |
| aether | resonance and a dull ache.splendiforous maladies to entertain over tea. | 2021-06-11 18:32:39 |
| aether | age and bitterness. chaos and insanity.what is real, what is real,i want it all to be real, i want it all to be false..can't make my mind up, trapped by the lack of my own willpower for anything except what's in front of me. | 2021-06-11 18:31:00 |
| aether | courage tugging me to give it all.courage tugging me to fall down the hole. | 2021-06-11 18:26:46 |
| aether | in the cycle between purity and corruption. | 2021-06-11 18:24:56 |
| aether | danger avoidant, yet clamoring for the fall. | 2021-06-11 18:23:59 |
| aether | nothing ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ changes. | 2021-06-11 18:19:55 |
| aether | inflammatory words like napalm-gel glued to your skin which didn't ignite enough. | 2021-06-11 18:14:40 |
| aether | suffering my raison d'etre. | 2021-06-11 18:14:17 |
| aether | war is my lifeblood, i value a good war. | 2021-06-11 18:12:02 |
| aether | Silent reverberation of an outlook until I lose my will.Spinning round and round until the water of life seeps into the acheselfishness within, attempting to kill it dead.calling out, but its own self it heard.sticking endlessly to the surface of bruise, numbed down self.selfishness, causing a stomach ache.a churning of gutserrors that i made to cover up the old ones.a bandolier as a bandage, so i can keep fighting it into the dirt, the gravel, the ground. | 2021-06-11 14:55:34 |
| aether | trust for the father and mother, trust for the follower and the teacherI get lost in the labyrinth of others.Standing taller and stronger,but they were wrong, multiple times..they were all wrong so many times.hitting the head of the notei spin down, spin downspinning mechanism of a revolver in my mind, it's just a gizmo of traumaembedded by a violent culture and a violent lifespin down,no longer listening, to otherstronger and taller.they lied or misled. | 2021-06-11 14:55:32 |
| aether | flailing arm into subjectinto objectinto motioni hit and hit and hit and hit, training the body, the notioni hit and hit and hit and hit, receiving blow and blow after blow and blow and after blowspinning 'round, accosting me,spinning 'round, we seespinning 'round, i have little sightwriting poetry into the painsightless eyes which hypnotize into obedience and sin | 2021-06-11 14:55:25 |
| aether | Life its ceaseless journey, just cornering itself.until it can no longer scream.I must dispell the falsehoods, or they will claim their stay.Effort must be given, even if one is lazy.or perhaps i don't know what this harrowing is about, and i must ceaselessly wilt towards the very bottom of terror'till i am cracked dust never quite reaching the pit's floorfree fall - flying. searchingwhat is me, what is i flailing myself in endless lashes of painwhipping it into gear'till the road stalls on me, spiraling upwardand i come to meet myselffear and terror and pain,lightly tarried within. | 2021-06-11 14:46:37 |
| aether | the unwilling tormentgazing around for something to fill itto grab hold of and let go witherring away from cautiontoward calamityerring, erring, my top half dumber than the rest.my top half doesn't know half the rest.my gut intuitionspells it out for me,terrified, terrified, down in here. Down in there.bottomless pit, boulders do not smashgnashing of teethgrabbing for heavenspinning in terror | 2021-06-11 14:46:35 |
| aether | caustically exploding, another driven manmore drivel exploding from his manehorse bucking to and fro, there is no escapeto and fro. cascading down, light liquidates its assets, the fears.i wanted simply to escape, erase what was too hard to face.but we will be brutally honed upon the grindstone, until there is no more fear.the only thing i can agree with amidst my hollow terror. | 2021-06-11 14:39:17 |
| aether | Pain in its game and its name, cudgeling us dead and rotten, bursting us down to the ground.Pain and its game and its name, continuing to harrow and hollow me out.Cudgel cudgel cudgel, 'till none senses its own route.brow beaten and tooken out.Words and their flaying alive of lifesilence rife with consequences of hidden decisions.i'm tired, journey to sleepspinning around in dreamsfleecing of the sheepspinning around, universal self, universal mindlet me go, let me go, to oblivion, no, no i'll stay.insured and caustically exploding, to escape, E.S.C.A.P.E.but the mind they spin, woven in flaxen heresy we ride, through tunnel of veinsthrough tunnel of same | 2021-06-11 14:39:15 |
| aether | staying in the ground, in the mud, in the foxhole, in the dirt, in the gravel, in the dust, just outside the gavel,cudgel beating my brow, sweat endlessly making its way into vapor, mallet honing home its rigged fallacypain and resurgence of pointed heart, share in meshare in mebut pointed fallacy gives, : only the pain, leading us away, leading us astray round and round until we circle into truth.again & again.freedom from supposed horrible truthsuntil it finally arrives, until men finally acceptso familiar yet so far. | 2021-06-11 14:39:07 |
| aether | upbeat and callous, un-understanding. unwillingness, truth with lies, sightless happy contentment, from eyes who cannot zero in the truth, who make little movement,leading me to my own dangerous conclusions, from lack of comradery and companionship. | 2021-06-11 14:29:34 |
| aether | in the digital maelstrom, staring at simulacrumin my love until it is all the same, tiredworld weary, all the doors slamming shut in every directionbeing pulled by tooth and claw with stronger and fiercer rope.swinging swinging for the enemyswinging swinging for homesome truth, some simulacrum.Attempting to withhold pain, attempting to withhold reality.Obstruction of truth, obstruction of normalcy. Carelessness and driven to a pointfinding no shelter in what's unavailable.pain and pain and pain, continually dredging the sores and aches in the inside.Where there is no real escape. From myself. From you. from us all.wanting to lay down, armaments and sword, resistance and carePunctuate and call it done, the writer's had his fun. | 2021-06-11 14:26:55 |
| aether | humble staticemitted lowcircling diskof laser-focuscircling my mindthe pretty black featherscircling this drainthe pretty staunch resistanceleg in the ground, pushing, holdingthrowing its weightThis dragged out phenomenon, attempting to E.S.C.A.P.E.not withstanding | 2021-06-11 14:26:54 |
| aether | beyond real, there is realbeyond real, a place to gobeyond real, a semblance but hyper-realbeyond real, semblance, a continuationpain, pain circling downrising up againnetti netti into oblivionit's just a joke, a game, yet i'm wrong all the same.Try to label reality, get stuck into my own box of assortmentstry to find truth, end up searching myself for how i feelpain, pain, it's in the namesomewhere between here and there of the riddles and the tormentgrasping and illnesscask floating waiting for me to stopi will merely open the door to my heart and stop the thrashingtumbling through several roofs of thoughtalways meandering to get to the plottumbling several eons and several decades of roti have no stable ground, growing roots in the traumaseeking what's not to destroy what ispain and dramaceaselessly plodding itself away. | 2021-06-11 14:19:24 |
| aether | over and over, the rhythms increaseover and over again, the motor ceaselessly revsover and over again, my heart cannot crease, it expands, unfolding but not folding into itselfover and over, over and overnot yet over | 2021-06-11 14:14:04 |
| aether | bundled stick grenades joy raining from heaven | 2021-06-11 14:12:07 |
| aether | just a rolly polly all bundled up | 2021-06-11 14:05:54 |
| aether | zeroed out | 2021-06-11 13:56:11 |
| aether | forms and formlesswow im so enlighteneda soul dragged to its untimely death, for its mistakes, for its sinsmade a lot of progress in bad directionscouldn't see the hills whilst i was in them, hitting rock after rock in a non-stop human body vehicular crash. but the journey was worth it and i learned some things.who knows where it goes now, probably into the grave yet again. | 2021-06-11 13:31:02 |
| aether | hitting the dirt, hitting the bottomrolling around in the mud trying to muster energy.Rolling around in the mud trying to muster energy. So I stop trying.So I stop trying. I just lay here and let it accumulate. | 2021-06-11 13:28:45 |
| aether | smoked some nihilism, smoked some solipsism, NOT EVEN ONCEkidsnot even 1nce <:(put str8 holes in maeh brain. | 2021-06-11 13:27:29 |
| aether | everyday a hammer blow on my fine unquenched edge. | 2021-06-11 13:06:59 |
| aether | doing the same damn thing over and over again. | 2021-06-11 13:00:02 |
| aether | hitting bottom | 2021-06-11 12:57:02 |
| aether | resurgence | 2021-06-10 13:28:22 |
| aether | swimming tears of powerful reasoning, but that which cannot be trifled with. | 2021-06-09 20:43:06 |
| aether | at the bottom. | 2021-06-09 20:33:10 |
| aether | sadness | 2021-06-09 16:31:16 |
| aether | the monster is within | 2021-06-09 16:26:41 |
| aether | continually spiraling disaster | 2021-06-09 16:21:15 |
| aether | the world of changeless action | 2021-06-09 16:18:12 |
| aether | void, voidvoid. | 2021-06-09 16:11:06 |
| aether | timeless,artlessfoundlessgracelessnowherenessnothingness | 2021-06-09 16:08:53 |
| aether | scribbles on a walldark little scribbleson a compact and hardened wall.a desire for death. | 2021-06-09 15:51:05 |
| aether | kamikaze kamayamaya-hakamikaze kamahakamikaze death spiral death loop death entrance death avoidance death braveryFlying out into the vaporI Crashand explosions all around, wearing my Fear, slowly turn't to excitement. | 2021-06-07 23:08:25 |
| aether | nothing nothing nothing nothing nothing nothing nothing nothing nothing nothing nothingnothing but divine love here in this wasteland, masquerading. | 2021-06-07 23:06:05 |
| aether | pain | 2021-06-07 22:23:42 |
| aether | Liars and phantasms,lasers and robotspoint of originand point of nothing.filing it away in my reports, my file cabinet.I just hear the morose worries of an ant, committed to his predestiny.The sick twisted knot in my stomach as strange names come to my head, somehow giving me vitality, but scaring me rotten.The sick twisted knot of reality, ready to spew its guts down a stormdrain 'till its hearty meal of misery regurgitates itself.flying around always casting myself down i flow driven low low somewhere the same. unable to venture forth, unable to venture out.Just purposeful death, purposeful neglect. | 2021-06-07 22:22:33 |
| aether | by my sweat i am self-cancellation.by my sweat i am driven down a wedge, a merciless tumble down a vicious slide.merciless slide down a vicissitudemerciless crumbleof name and fortunemerciless stolen effigy, idolatry snatched and buriedno one really owns Me.and no one really sees Me.hollow echo burnt away of Yours and Mine.No more social games, no more acceptanceReaching a zenith, 'till I crumble anew.burning whole. burning on firethe flesh peels off.consumed entire. | 2021-06-07 22:18:31 |
| aether | calmness struck in a melancholy mysterious song.Calmness struck when acceptance reaches a small Zenith.This Monolith I constructMy own Answer to Life's riddle.One truth hiddenone truth masked.Barbarity assumes its role to only let those enter who it deems.No escape until then. | 2021-06-07 22:14:28 |
| aether | i burn, i burn, i march forwardlockstep discipline, but fighting for no onedisguised in hideous selfishnessi march against myselfno escapei burn alive.without any eyes to seei only just realizedthere's no one herekill myself yet i won't go anywhere. this endless spiritnihilism consumes my apathy and my nihilism consumes itselfpain and trauma bring to bear the sick fascination i have with sufferingtry to escape yet i seem enthralled to enjoy more because there is nothing else presenting itself.To toughen oneself.To strength the arm.To endure | 2021-06-07 22:11:54 |
| aether | Without fear, without fear.I am driven to the madness.Its beat marches me.My ego-shell cannot escapeDriven into madness...I am caught in a bind.The weapons spin unerringly toward me.I am caught in a bind.I am caught in a bind.There is no falsehood and no joy.To embrace Hell: my gradual collapse. | 2021-06-07 22:08:23 |
| aether | driven insane, inane spinningjuxtaposehighs, lows,just want one big crash, one big slamfinalitybut there's probably no such thing. | 2021-06-07 22:06:08 |
| aether | spitting up bubbles of froth like an exacerbated ♥♥♥♥♥ sore.nails driven into me just so i can survive,i'm lost in the map, can't see the territory.The trees they shake and shiver, or is it meThe barbarity of the world comes crashing down on me through dull pale boring monotony and suffering and constant pain.I am a lost spirit, hoping to find- just the truth.It all comes crashing down on me. | 2021-06-07 22:04:46 |
| aether | duality, reality, it's all a dream. find your way in the cave, lost as it seems.to find the great big nothing, your nothing, so it seems.my nothing, my eternal nothing. | 2021-06-07 21:59:38 |
| aether | prison for the inane, prison for the insanelike a walking child's toy, wound up for failure | 2021-06-07 21:57:44 |
| aether | ceaseless morpho forever. | 2021-06-07 21:56:22 |
| aether | pain, suffering, it's all nothing. | 2021-06-07 21:56:04 |
| aether | ground zero of pulverization center. | 2021-06-07 21:12:11 |
| aether | tired of the npcs | 2021-06-07 21:04:00 |
| aether | anger | 2021-06-07 11:13:15 |
| aether | dead | 2021-06-04 21:05:16 |
| aether | Bravery and zealousness, devil-may-care and riotous attitudeI will not yield to the mindless | 2021-06-04 00:30:10 |
| aether | but they spin endlessly in this place, undoing the knots over the bandages, as i can't help but cry out in agony.and the appeal and the consciousness i was hindered toAttached to and riveted toBuckled and buttoned over.I could not hold my Soul out, to barebecause I was too busy considering what others thought of what little I already put forth.and the silence stirs me at nights, to escape this glass vessel. bubbling.But I could not and would not achievewhat would be pointless.Meaning and grace, purpose and heartperhaps it all means nothing, yet I would continue down this line, irregardless at times.Nihilism doesn't suit me, especially when life is dark.The purposelessness, the emptinessthe dragged out sensationIt has to already be something.Transcendent and whole. Something complete.And I remove myself, remove myself from them allbecause it's killing me. | 2021-06-04 00:28:32 |
| aether | scavenging the wastes of my mindscared of the ravages of timebound in facets and tassels and ratchets and mass of tacit agreements and massive pains and dulling aimsspinning inane through train after trainlane before laneI hurt, I become lame.not sure what is real, not sure what is choice anymore eitheri fling my conscious out of care. the body rots, the mind stalls.there is nothing to achieve but strengthen mySelf.and uncover what's trueI bathe anew.something always stirs me onwardan unknown light or a beckoning which i heed.forever calling me forward.i heal my wounds | 2021-06-04 00:28:30 |
| aether | I am alone, but am IBut am IThis beauty withinSomehow transcendent. Maybe all were wrongand nihilism dies by its own sword in a way inconceivable to me or so-called others yet.And I will be free, Am Free.Totally free. From this roof crashing into my head. From the sky and the lights and the mountains sliding into my cranium.Crushing me out into raw force. I am scared.but have i forgotten, that this is a dream?I take it with such seriousness, and yet, i want it to be something more, or i will be naught at all.tears, tears flow down my face at nightwhen all that holds me in place crosses the sacred beauty | 2021-06-04 00:17:37 |
| aether | disposed and sad and foes and woes and cramped toes and bottled exotic hostile numbness and apathy and misanthropy turn't to a glass stillness,just stark realizationgliding downam i wrong, the time tickingsemblance of humanity,distrustincapable of laying down my burdens on anyone,secrecy and silencehorrid fumes and mindset.This would be hell, if not for the respites, that shine up so high in the light, where they are seen.My misery is beauty.And all the silence and gasping for air, the jesters themselves throwing cabbage | 2021-06-04 00:17:35 |
| aether | pain, painpain is not my friendand yet it ispainwho are theewon't you stab me cleanly for onceWon't you stab me cleanly and leave less of a bruise?Knocked about to the ground tumbling downI am incapable of sincerity, for it causes much alarmThere is no route for this comedy except despairI am tumbling down in a fusillade of fire, a riot, lichen on a stone.I am attached to this horror, I am riveted and pumped through my veins of terrorAn endless runTwisting and turning paths.But what is it, what is itOnly at the end of the path do I ever knowOnly at the end of this path will I knowDisturbed mentality and shortness of breath sparking my desire to livePain sending me forward. I just want out of the mirage and the cavern.Twisting and turning, this pattern. Everything rotting and me like lichen.Directions and turning and molding to a set noise.I want free.I will attain freedom. | 2021-06-04 00:09:49 |
| aether | I am dying of fear, in panic attacks and out of them, everything is fine, and then the world is coming down on my head.I am dying, dying of fear, in panic attacks, and out of them.Everything is fine, and then the world is coming down atop my head. Parades of color and light,then despair in the morning or at night.I am dying, dying of fearStrengthen, the virtue of StrengthI tolerate, I marchI march endlessly up this escarpment, endlessly up this escarpmentmarch | 2021-06-04 00:03:31 |
| aether | pain, painthe pain is insanepain, pain, won't you rot my brainpain, paininsanedragged out to terrible depthdepth charges of the mind, honing its own breathsemblance of normality, hilarity and hijinkseverything is seriousand i am insane, insanely full of painI am dragged out to the precipice.I see over the edge.I march over the cliffI am marching over cliffs, legs shattered and brokenthis reanimating ghost, attempting to scrawl his path through a past midnight bleakness.Unable to seeI catch the wind of the next trail. The little breadcrumbs. | 2021-06-04 00:03:29 |
| aether | with the eye set upon the trajectory,with the mind set upon its risewith the body seeking to escape its demisethere is a route, there is a route to maintaina drain, a drain, this all wasa route to fly,a route to alightboredom, insanity, terror, horrorI just want my escapeI will make my own Truthsublime in its light.There is no foolI am at the bottom.Crawling upScrambling up the side of a mountain.Insanity splits itself upon me anew,bone through armor, bone through skini am splayed on a mountaintop, gasping for air.there is no escape, except what must be sought directly.i am a kamikaze, a knight in terrible survival.bitter tooth and clawand behind me, a terrible fall. | 2021-06-03 23:57:10 |
| aether | flames and madnesscoiled serpents and tragic sadnessuntruth and truth and illusionsi'm coming apart, the truth harmseverything flying aroundno one to arousethis crypt, its destinyi plunged,only the truth is real.amidst assumptions and lies.caustic flames burning.My life burning away what is false.I am dying.I am dredging little bits for myself, to maintain.I am terribly forlorn.There was never anyonenever anyone, but myself to love.how terribly strange. | 2021-06-03 23:51:30 |
| aether | infinite sadness | 2021-06-03 23:44:12 |
| aether | climbin up hills only to dynamite em down again, raisin magma to shape life it was just a racket for my own goodraisin up hills to have em be specialbut i dont know | 2021-06-03 23:41:43 |
| aether | and it rots, though i remain positive.i am free, free of being warythe fear and pain,the fear and painwas just a disguise for my nameListening to my Heartthe tensions and woes, the endless questionsListening to my Mind,the depth i went to craft this fairy tale.semblance of humanity, i was above it all.waterfall of lightfor the child at the bottom of the well.climbing outdisillusionspell of reasonpain and wariness strain and shrinkingi am free of horrorsaghast at truth.aghastfreedom caresses me.to escape this nightmare. | 2021-06-03 06:50:03 |
| aether | floating. this is paradise.it is my nightmare.floating, it is my journey, my crowning achievement.Floating, I am Away.Disillusionflying, because of never.because of All-way.and it tunnels down, to the core.i just am what i am.there's no otherand the pain, the paini am in heaven, though i know it not.my little ear, hears my praises in the futureyet i am all,i am tallabove all the rest.It is a lie, a lie for your mind.The journey, it is mineNo one comes on it, except for MeI am dead, dead to the ways of the world.It was Nothing, it was Me.Flowing down, it doesn't hurt anymore. | 2021-06-03 06:41:47 |
| aether | nothing but ice for millennia | 2021-06-01 06:43:32 |
| aether | fading lightdarkness brightseeking heightmeandering plightsemblance nightmindful and tightbound and woundloud and nosingnoise and poiseand lousyi spread wings and fly.the dreams they all cascade into mei am free. desperate gaspsof a reality not yet realized.shame and heartache let it dwindle down 'till the disorder is minimal. | 2021-05-31 01:42:04 |
| aether | hot and burningheat and glowing coalsminds' eye stymied by a braised conscience.everything is lit on fire. mind's grace the same facethe same eye lit upon the HolyI Fall to my Place.i stay my handpeace rises in kindlanguid thoughts become pacifiedman knows to accept a good turnthe winds blow sometimes when we ourselves choose this mend.and the seas will move again. | 2021-05-31 01:38:49 |
| aether | pain clothes me in sweet darkness.I am my own worst fear, my own worst starkness.There is pain, pain jabbing in this light-heartedness.I am freedom, I am freedom to fight. Make flight, Make flight.Freedom to stark lunacy and raving madness.Fires burn, men churn. There's no escape from this hellish march.Men toil, asphalt roads wind into the nothingnessMen burn, legs strain.I am insane.Nothing but time to wind and unwind.Clothing clock, burning stopwatch.Ticking time and ticking mindUptick straining to hold thresh.I am insane, I am free to hold no refrain.I am my own drain.I am a dream, masquerading as a disillusionment.There is no ferocious fire here, but my own.There is no ferocious fire here.The Dream is but a playful Dog.Stringing melodies,I am meandering truth.Down to eye-level, there is all capacity.Down to eye-level, it is limitless. | 2021-05-31 01:35:40 |
| aether | tooth and claw.up a wallnail and flawsflaws descending endlesslyrawrawI'm a loser and a soldier all the same.I have no brain.There's no solution to Brahman.I have a clue and a claw andI just might find themIf it weren't for the jeering publicin this mind of mine.Won't you all rest and quiet yourselves?Blades caressing, my eyes darting.Something risesEvil on a smooth whistling through greenery.I'm but a foe, a foe.Slain and cutI'm but a slow, slow.. man, man to fight with Himself.I'm but a slow, slowDoer and nonsense manure.Caustic fire.Burning through me.I am alive, entire. | 2021-05-31 01:29:55 |
| aether | a twinkling of eye,men buried beneath midnight mooni am a ghost, the holy ghostit is funnylife is funny.bizarre and eaten horse, alive but bereft of soulcarrying me into the disbelief, that thy reflection cater to mereaper of such fruitionscascading into my pota coin for the reapermanoh, it is nonsensical, oh, it is nonsense,but the crops and the blades and the whips couldn't punish you toward a greater god.dragged through hell, I am my own Arbiter of candid justice.and no one determines my fate but my ill sick struck heart.won't you see my fate. | 2021-05-31 01:26:30 |
| aether | driven to a wedge, i am fond of being on the edgedriven to mettle, various compartmentalized troublei am levelfond of the deviland evil and corruptioni let go of my goodness,to see the rightness of goodness' extentand thus return to me, a strange knowledge.that my woes and fears and buried memories, hold bizarre light to the facets of life.I am freeing this guilt into something else. | 2021-05-31 01:21:16 |
| aether | spinning down, my mind restlessly attempts to stabilize.there is so muchhowever so little.i am not to speak lowly of existence.For it seeks to right the ills of my wounded spirit. | 2021-05-31 01:18:42 |
| aether | and the heart warms and the blood drains of anger.and the heart winds up and it winds down and the rains are sparse.are you notare you not real.And thus I spin. Spin. Spin.Swirling top, dwindling motion, eternal fashion.I am a top that spins, yet the string that pulled me, was precluded to be a distant hand, yet no such hand was found, stark though was the realization, I began to seek and search and finddriven to no distant land, I had only what is in my mind.unsure am iaround this very nature i fallscared to believein the horrors of naturetrue and divine. the seeking top spun 'till it dropped.resting in my ground, i am natureless and natureful.paradox writhing to undo a complex yet finding it useful all the same. Spent too long practicing a vain psychology to ward off others, when they were all the same.I am my reflection. | 2021-05-31 01:17:29 |
| aether | so give up, so let go.i am here, here for the mainstay.my life never goes astray. | 2021-05-31 01:12:44 |
| aether | I Am here. Somewhere along the path, searching so endlessly when I was the trailblazer and chose to forget.Freedom and pain, fun and sadness.It's all a part of the game.Let go and it will find you. Let go and you arrive here, let go and it is beneath your weary eyes.Fond of such descriptions, surely, you cannot go amiss?Pain, pain... though the path has not ended for me...Reign, reign, that is what seems to be...Freedom, freedom, freedom. Even in a prison cell there is no cessation.The Absolute is free of its own peril, yet contains it. | 2021-05-31 01:12:30 |
| aether | life grows strange, and the timid are weary.just me here, and i seem to be in such a hurry.if only there were a fleecing for this sheep hair that is so prevalant,why, why does it sprout everywhere?Beyond my Sight, There is None. Beyond my Sight, I dream of Only Fun.Yet here is the plan and the stay, Here is the Mainline, where I drive my hammer and wedge of myself into this laneHere I drive myself endlessly into this funnel, this drainpipetill i see the truth of the matter. till i am free of my woes and worries.and till i am floating.Yet that is always what I am.Driven to find, only myself. Spinning endlessly, where? Where? Here, here I was.So give up. Let go. | 2021-05-31 01:12:28 |
| aether | seepage and wreckagedetritus and stormdrainswind and wetness and leaves blowing past,branches and bramble and harrowing galeI unleash this sail of my Heart albeit it much in pain.I unleash this sail of my Heart although much of my life appeared in vain.sailing straight, i follow myself, i follow my self...no one was a better guideand lost though i am, i will return to my place.lost though i am, i will retrace my veins,to the Heart and center of life that has been erased.yet I am here, here in this great sight. Hoping to erase more of what I disregard.and everything pours out of me, a semblance of normality.Strong storm-winds approach near-thee.I have no buttress to rest thy arm and stay thy hand.I will fling off into the wind, lest I hold myself tight Within. | 2021-05-31 01:05:13 |
| aether | ferocious embrace of fire.my life entire,let it funnel out,a journey beholden nihil.I hit bottom, Weeping all the While.Life life life, A complainer and not a True Warrior.I will fight through my weakness.Gathering strength for the continuous storm of monotony.I am my own worst enemy. | 2021-05-31 01:00:32 |
| aether | I just want to write but the words feel lacking import. A lackluster life full of strange appearances on screens. Some minor excursions, I'll let it all go.And it'll flow into this eternal river that is Myself. | 2021-05-31 00:58:20 |
| aether | Patience, patience was a virtue, yet I couldn't let go of my desire for control.Stronger forces hold me in place than this. Whirlwind of mentality, lost in the maelstrom of supposed mortality. This hurricane isn't a-ceasin'. Dust in the Wind. My Life a collection of stripped orange peels.Trash to trash, fool's gold amassed. Stuck to a screen, Plato's allegory of the Cave, never quite as obvious, yet, yet...a worthy metaphor, for the nothingness and the knowledge growing evilly inside me.So what is this? This is reality, a dream, and it never quite remains the same yet never ends.Let's let it all go.Into the tunneling, into the tunnel, into the labyrinthinto the spirals, into the fog and the cries of mirages. dragged out forever. | 2021-05-31 00:57:09 |
| aether | guns blazing, eyes gazingnothing's right.I'm frightin', life's a-lyin'.Holding to my piece, my pieceit won't let go.This trigger finger just keeps clicking.My soul, my soul, it's nothing, nothing.It's falling apart around me, but it's fair enough.Poetry was beauty, and yet it was dust.Caught in a bind. Seeking past familiar grinds.Won't let go, my soul, my soul, it's nothing.Just can't keep jamming it into a hard place if it brings no pleasure. Dead inside,I surreptitiously arise.Life my demise, my coffin, my lieA dream of my Mind, passing me by. | 2021-05-31 00:52:02 |
| aether | Burn, ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥, burn. | 2021-05-31 00:47:09 |
| aether | God is You, the Beholder. | 2021-05-31 00:46:20 |
| aether | Everything is just a dream. | 2021-05-31 00:46:05 |
| aether | empty space, planes of existence | 2021-05-30 20:59:43 |
| aether | Realizations dawns, and I am not so non-plussed, but impressed.The world a show, an apparition before my eye.I now demolish it step by step, but build it anew, seeing what is true. | 2021-05-30 13:43:56 |
| aether | Sickening state, dragged out mentality hoping to erase, but I can't, Can't Can't Can't Move MoveMove Move Move MoveMoveI keep Coming Back to Die InsideMove MOVEDragged out to death, rope lasso'd across my chest.Horse carriage carrying me away. Away.Birds circling above the grave,There was no truth and no lieJust Realityhoned, honing, honed, honingLying, zoning, Moaning,Everything dying, dying, dying, swinging into me.Lying, lying. No escape from My Circumstance,My Circumstance is I.I the Father. Dragged out to Die. | 2021-05-30 13:42:49 |
| aether | Acceptance wearies, men who tarry to hear the bell Calling for Them.Judgement Calls,and they heed not the Word. | 2021-05-30 13:39:26 |
| aether | Satisfaction reapsDuldrums seepI ate my sleep, became newer and newerThere is no Escapeso I jostled and turned, 'till My Attention was Rapt. No escape, No Escape.I ran it through, the gut into my spear. Bursted belly full of detritus, Burst with detritusI AmFlinging so cool.The arms tire, the body achesI Fling it and it Flew.Dragged on the ground, dragged through the sand, hitting rock and stubbley outcropping.Dragged out anew. | 2021-05-30 13:38:29 |
| aether | careening anew, careening anew, careening anew, drown't out bombed out stabbed fleshly morsel for the gods on highI raised my spear, I raised my infinite spear to meet themand lasso'd myself to the ground, to with handle the dispersement of dead Giants.and I careened through, careened throughDavid hit Goliath, a blood-match.It ended uproariously, it ended in deathcareening through, through -through throughThere is no escape, so I hit through the wall, the wall wall wall. | 2021-05-30 13:35:40 |
| aether | forever and ever, upward and onwardbut i crawl, through this mud and in my stallit isn't so pretty, to with handle it all.and i die, and i die, and i die, and i die, and i die, and i die to bring my Self Up.Climbing inevitably tall, I careen: careen straight and trueInexorably becoming anew. | 2021-05-30 13:33:09 |
| aether | my own personal lab, my own personal genius. flaunting and fawning over the deranged.i will obtainthe endless reign. | 2021-05-30 13:31:10 |
| aether | witty wit, go down the drain, brawny brain, die and dye of the insane | 2021-05-30 13:30:20 |
| aether | suckin' ash, sufferin' succotash. | 2021-05-30 13:29:41 |
| aether | crawling in a tube for the sake of finding lube. | 2021-05-30 13:26:18 |
| aether | there ain't nothin'. | 2021-05-28 22:12:38 |
| aether | pain, fear-tremors. heart gasps, forlorn and without love, hopeless existencegazing on another, an elusive and whispery shape. casting shadows, my own?seeing shadows... but my love, my love, the only thing that's real. | 2021-05-27 22:44:07 |
| aether | it's only the beginning. | 2021-05-27 22:39:10 |
| aether | exacerbated | 2021-05-27 22:36:56 |
| aether | No Escape from Solipsism. Empathy comes to knock on my door, I feel realOthers are realthen it falls, falls away. Dire attitude, dire circumstanceDire reality, toughening me up. | 2021-05-27 00:40:41 |
| aether | No escape from Solipsismyet I remain haughty in my derision24 years of wakefulness, cast in nihilistic outlook dye,dyed eyes, dyed dull or bright,it matters notcotton woolmetal abrasionwooden planksaluminiumplasticfabricGhosts hover above, giving me little thoughtsI know notHaunted by realism. I attempt to escape the brain cannot erase, the groundor it'll lose its grasp, on life itself.Monster that I am, grasping for pleasureHedonic though I am,grasping for openness. No escape, obsessed with having a good life I can respect.Trapped in the cupboards, I have no alternative, but to be, be, be, rest, and let my emotions dwindle. | 2021-05-27 00:38:47 |
| aether | infection, rhythms. brain startlecommotion and grovelgravel piled over a corpse.life enamored with its hurtspain threshold always being driven worse.letting go i surrender my worst.I'm weary of the truth, weary of truthRemaining open. drag'd out to infinity.Loser with his infectionTragique lesionromancing the banal, fondling the unreal.surreptitious revival. cancerous triviality.evil fights evilcaught in a rapt attentionsinging for my name.left to blame, no one to blame, energy risesI'm tired of the truthtired of the search for truthThis 'truth', yet all lies or truth or false or true. On and on.Haughty, for I to think I know.In shame, in shame to be operating this way. | 2021-05-27 00:32:11 |
| aether | lesson lesson, pool of submersing watermy life, into the pool of lessons, gasping for air. | 2021-05-27 00:26:02 |
| aether | Caustic meteoric embrace, life burning awaydown, down, Flowing outConserve the little bit of my Heart. Everything grooves itself continual, evermore.hitting Pain like a bundle of RocksNothing so consequential as evermoreGrowth and stymied, pool and coalesce.. flowing Nihilaus, wicking his candle-lit cape over life.You, you. You. You. You. Drown't out underneath and steadily burning beneath, beneath.something always remains, thee, thee, thee who triumphs. Nihilaus- yourself, Nihilaus, yourself.down, down- down to the bone. biting and clawing and scratching, 'till your feet and hand are wrought off.Things have a way of transgressing beyond their confines, centuries of imprisonment could not dwindle completely your Holy Spirit. drag't out to a fine gravedrag't out to a fine grave, i settle my bones and saunter into the crypt.These old bones, aliveThe marrow stiffening, growingThe reeds cast over me, growing, growing,Become-ing.Become-ing. | 2021-05-27 00:20:38 |
| aether | eternity with nothing but a murder of crows, lest i gain hopethe bell toll with dignity and grace, except for whom all it erasethe tree has rings and widows fall from it like the sky, cascadingme: awry. blackened heart. accruing, accruing.dust and meteors. feign, feign.it's all a game, yet I'm taking it seriously.nothing yet selfish gain.everything, drag't out to Nihilaus Himself.tree with grooves, grooving itself...wrapped up in this Fantasy, spun its webcascading far-off look. Alone and dead.Drag't out to a precipice. Flung over like so many false-gods. Yet some-thing remain. | 2021-05-27 00:20:35 |
| aether | necrotic poet. | 2021-05-27 00:19:06 |
| aether | digging, always digging. | 2021-05-26 23:53:36 |
| aether | here with my secrets. | 2021-05-26 23:49:05 |
| aether | I'm falling straight to the face of the matter. There wasn't a brilliant idea in the haystack, lest I sighted it and gone for a look.Forsook my existence in a puddle of meandering drivel. We pound ourselves into meal, we pound ourselves into syllable. Existence moving existence moving, there couldn't be anything more dull.I stuck my leg out, I stuck my face out, it never came back.Dreams of waking insanity and terror, living an existence that doesn't know me because I don't know it.Everything spills, 'till the old sack of bones gets barrowed into the grave.And no one could see, what was hiding so tall, amongst us all. I was afraid to tell, lest I vanquish my name. Gazing on it all, not one, not one, except I who burrowed into the beast.this name god, this name christ.weakness and famine, death and rambling of angels mumbling in turmid soup. it all fell apart, Falling A-p-a-r-t. | 2021-05-23 18:02:09 |
| aether | semblance of normality, screaming perpetuality, i rock in my cradle, bed stable and gaze my own navel,the life of me is forfeitI bleed into the sea what was never mineThe coming coal-fires couldn't glow so brightmen shovel them in the nightI have a jurisdiction, I should know my place.I stick to the floor, I ignore my face...About-face!I'm hating, in perpetuity - life transcends,life falls. And everything continues to harass and bindsticky jam. | 2021-05-23 18:02:07 |
| aether | I'm afraid, I'm afraid.I'm afraid, I'm afraid. There is no life but what we liveThere is no higher thing, perhaps just in my head.I flew and fought and lostmen created bustled and got lost.everything flows out of me yet returns, perhaps one day, i'll learn.and the juxtapositions couldn't create, a better waitfor days pass and men capitalize on their hatreds.A dizzy dream inside my head, lies and beliefs and hopes and despairsSoon I'll gaze on What Is, until then,I'll flounder in my bed. | 2021-05-23 17:55:05 |
| aether | There is no escape but what you make.There is no hurry and no wait.There is no flow and no hate.I am a lie but I also create.I float and sire and tiretire, so tired..I float and I hire, I make and I fire.God kills and makes anew.But we're all living inside here in this zoo. The zoo of my mind, the zoo of solipsism.I'm afraid I'll write words I'm not sure of, I'm afraid I'll live out a simulacrum of another person's thoughtsI'm afraid I'll make a mistake, I'm afraidI'm afraid I'll hit the note, I'm afraid all the water will spill out of me until I'm drowning | 2021-05-23 17:55:03 |
| aether | I am a word machine calculating its trajectory through mental aberrations and hallucinations and flights of fancies. I am a timebomb, a destructobeam, a whirling deathrayI float above the minds and the bodies and the nihilismI fly higher above enlightenment and confusion and solipsism and missile launchers and machineguns.There is no purpose but what I make. And I Scream. Scream.Scream-ing. Screaming. There is no fate but what morphs into existence. Morph. I am a morphling. | 2021-05-23 17:50:41 |
| aether | Dragged out, to the town, I huddle inside my sleepI huddle inside my sleep.Dragged out, everything collides and metal fliesI'm locked inside my sleep, locked inside my terrible sleep. Draught and naught and fought and lostDraught and fought and naught and lost.Dead to rights insaneCaught inside my brainEnergetic formation in laymen's terms, just a disorderly body.But there's something inside, inside held so deep, waiting to breach the wall. To escape after the trampling of feet. And the fire and the brimstone and the arching passageways and the not and the nots and the cares and the careless and the semblance of reality and its destruction. | 2021-05-23 17:50:39 |
| aether | hell, the only place i knowa gorgeous fire, funeral pyrestuck on it like glueheld to death by you. everything collides and flings outmy life my life for ireconsidering deathconsidering this mireheld to deathheld to death by a spireWatchful Eye.Deny.Caught and fire.Dire dire dire... liar liar liar.Everything's crammed stuck until it is not.Dead and ashes circle the air above my living breath.I will rot in this fire, 'till something new sires.There is no escape, Locked into a Cage.falling, fallingsinking, sinking. I'm flying, but everyone is secretly asleepand I am nothing.Pretending to be something.Dying, dying. Seeing, seeing, not understanding why.Lying, lying, lying. Everything's crammed in here with me whilst I burn.I'm driving up a wall into a nothing which arches so tall.Colliding, flying.Lying, lying, lying... 'till I'm all burnt up. 'Till I'm all burned down, ash to ash. | 2021-05-23 17:44:05 |
| aether | screaming upward. | 2021-05-23 17:38:41 |
| aether | if heaven and hell aren't real then i'll make them real. | 2021-05-23 17:38:34 |
| aether | screaming upward | 2021-05-23 17:37:44 |
| aether | knocked about to death | 2021-05-23 17:37:37 |
| aether | everything's a decline | 2021-05-23 17:36:32 |
| aether | stuck on page five | 2021-05-23 17:36:02 |
| aether | savage dance ever upward | 2021-05-21 19:47:09 |
| aether | death throes | 2021-05-21 19:40:57 |
| aether | survival of the fittest | 2021-05-21 19:22:57 |
| aether | burning in hell already. | 2021-05-20 22:42:59 |
| aether | dead to floor rights falling to pieces | 2021-05-20 22:28:29 |
| aether | soul, obliterated | 2021-05-19 00:48:51 |
| aether | i'm getting closer, all the time. | 2021-05-17 13:58:56 |
| aether | i got them bloodshot eyesand the holiest of holiesfalling down to the abyssfading away to the groundi'm falling down foreverwon't you hold my handthis nonexistent thingjust a phantasm.just a phantasm. just a phantasm.just a phantasm.just a phantasm. | 2021-05-16 23:03:11 |
| aether | no true friend, no true loverdisease and decrepit and slipping the gapno true friend, no true loverdisease and without a mapescape, escape, escapeescape from this world. | 2021-05-15 00:14:18 |
| aether | dull pale thuds of pain behind the eyesbehind the mindI am a prisoner. This is Hell. You are my watcher, you are my watcher. | 2021-05-15 00:12:12 |
| aether | haunted by unseen facetsreality a rackettake heed, take warnlife is a dream, be foresworn, an oath of fealtyto see or not see the truth, laid before thee. | 2021-05-15 00:10:41 |
| aether | my life the crisisa solipsist. priceless.a gem of no valuea gem of eternal quantity and depthbut no-thingNo-thing...Maya and turtlestumbling downi'm withoutand my life is a droughtWon't you see, in the future, that you and me, we will sometime be free. And lest I be called a mad memory, you will see, that this dream, was nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing. | 2021-05-15 00:08:25 |
| aether | secret of secretsleave me aloneleft me to rot in painjust morphing fields of energyso painful and hatred consumesforlorn expressions and inabilitycasting away, falling away, tumbling down forever. | 2021-05-15 00:06:03 |
| aether | everything flowing down the drainsomething left to doMaybe I'll find lasting peace,but I know life always moves on.Maybe there's more to life than God knows.Maybe I'll topple from a Church steeple, down, down.. down... down. | 2021-05-15 00:04:52 |
| aether | world of damageworld of painjostling through disdain and refrainleft to remainmy brain gasping for somethinganythingbut none will ever comenothing exists, save me and my empty space. | 2021-05-15 00:03:53 |
| aether | aloneno one to relate tobroken inside and outno one is real,i'm left withoutalone, no one is realjust a broken water spoutleaking, always leaking, | 2021-05-15 00:01:52 |
| aether | world of shifting shapesgrey passerby'snonexistence screaming upgrey nothings, minor alterations. | 2021-05-15 00:00:25 |
| aether | rip gut torn face bludgeoned appearance ripped exacerbated lifea hill with no eyesa man so tall, they all crumbleda woman, dangerouseverything falling apart,yet i hold this hopeand we will see if i'm foolish. | 2021-05-14 01:30:31 |
| aether | gone away | 2021-05-14 00:43:31 |
| aether | dead at the bottom of the ocean | 2021-04-20 23:09:06 |
| aether | casted down to a pale form | 2021-04-18 14:27:18 |
| aether | the only one who can move is me... | 2021-04-06 20:39:32 |
| aether | pain of a nonexistent entity | 2021-04-05 23:54:53 |
| aether | Hopeless, these visions of mine,people swirling in timemoving and shifting phantasmagoria,scary, isn't it, to know that life could be coldEvery concept meshed, without a doubtsomething maybe too hopeful, and it has to be a certain waya certain lightcoldand solipsisticgreyand tiredoldand continuous unknown mystery.a neverending hope for light at the end of the tunnelor an acceptance of forever meaningless and nothingness as apparent shape and formSolipsism. | 2021-04-05 00:58:40 |
| aether | Selfish desire, raking up in me, like so many coals on fire.Shuttling outward, into the field and the mireSound asleep to waking reality I weepI sit up, trying to remember a cold dreamIt brings life meaning, it makes me feel good.Life on the otherside juxtaposed with this one, completing the circuit.Drowning in a life of nothingnessI seep into the holes and fleeting moments disappear around the cornerRemembering with exactitude, perpetually, what I need.God and religions, spirituality and soulsI'm hopelessly giving them up, for reality of my own.SolipsismI kill and make alivesomething real will become mineThis life will be made real or shown to be real, in time | 2021-04-05 00:58:39 |
| aether | moving through thought systemsobtaining the knowledge until it's dried husksI just move and absorb,I eat and takeI smash and KillI fondle and rake in what is mine.I move quickly, through all that appears.Myself grabs out, like a strange amoeba Hoping to snatch something good.But I also am dead, at the bottom of this cold barrelwhere the last of me dwells, slowly seeping outhope to be reinvigorated, hope to be made alive, no,i just will be what i will be.moving across the watersspeaking life I kill and make aliveLife wasn't meant to be all funAnd so I cryWhy oh why, won't I get mineLeft to die in a holeBurning heart of mine, attempting to scrape together,vestiges of hope and wondering why I botherscrambling so hard up the side of a wallwhen I needn't get over,just drownand become what i am.I kill and make aliveA life of piety no longerbut God only knows, God only grantsI couldn't, I chose not toShut the world out, solipsism. | 2021-04-05 00:58:26 |
| aether | I've learnt to let go more and more, and there'll befinal steps, of which I approach, endlessly.Learning to let goLearning to let goDrowning down to the bottomof this vast oceanthis apocalypse of my mindI see dead things everywhere, hollowed out thingsThere's nothing in it for meI see people going aboutI want nothingI have a desire I can't explain, obtain the unknown,settle this ancient pain. Life will continue,but my heart hasn't begunI lost it sometime, when it was less funThe juice of life, stricken like chewing gumTill I'm all meshed out with it, like a boot stamping carelesslyI'm all out of fun, the life beating me rottenSomething will arrive, something will stop itMy own will does itSomehow, somewaySomehow, somewayMy mechanistic thinking mindShows meI see, I saw.This life of mine. Screaming out for it.And give it to my eyes. | 2021-04-05 00:47:34 |
| aether | insanity,clarity,insanity,clarity,insanityand i no longer know which is whichstaring into the suni belong to the witches, brewing me into their own malady-containing wishi'm drowningdrowning to know a simple thing, merely everythinglife is simple when you enjoy itlife is simple when you enjoy itsuffering and paini'm caustically infuriated in this mindit's all taken away, my beautiful play toysthere's no lesson for me,i merely cast myself to the sea.Dying amid embersdying on a shoreline of nothingness, looking into the nothingbehind me, the burntI'm here for good, my life cannot be rewindedI'm here for good, my life cannot be rewinded.Simulacrum of simulacrum, I'm worried there's no worry, because there is no one to worry aboutLost in my head, I tunnelLost in my head, I formulateForgetting myself, I muddleSpinning 'till I drown | 2021-04-05 00:42:31 |
| aether | no sound escapeth his liptwisting and turning in his guthis mind of continuous anguisha rare moment of relief and temporary peacea life of monotonyof disillusionmentand little going-onsof familiarity and lack of his own will to evolverepeatedly stabbing into that skull of histo attempt to wrestle something from the sky, from godto attain something for his goala goal of pure escape or sudden rapid changean obsession forming into social disfunctionnarcissism and selfishness, depersonalization and derealizationwanting all to be histo deny the existence and reality of others, merely for poweri want to livei want to livei want to livei want to liveand leave this behind | 2021-04-05 00:35:22 |
| aether | Till the hinges come loose on realityI want out, oh, won't you let me out.This dark cavern.Spinning aboutEveryday, sustaining, maintainingAn easy life, yet my cup of desire is fulland I'd gladly escape, if it would happen...Lost in a labyrinth of unsound mindNot sure what to call this heart of mineEasily given up, to attempt to gain controlMystical aspects of reality, taking its tollNot sure what's real,I'll continue to forge aheadAn ugly existence, perhaps uglier, perhaps more beautifulAnd possibly just in my head. Autonomic beauty, spreading her wings to enfold meRobot caressWhere I am finally free of distressDrop the dead weight | 2021-04-05 00:29:30 |
| aether | ticking, the time ticking byswinging, swingingmy fist flies♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥, ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥i'm sometimes ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥Clarity, claritythere's a stark lack sometimesNot sure what's real, clinging to the phantasmsI'd like to leave immediatelymy mind moves aroundNo immediate junction, nothing except seeking the profoundLost in a labyrinth of mind and matterPunching the wall to escape the wall itself.I'd like to remain vestigial, no longer aware of common peopleThere's a stark lack of what makes me happyLearning to deal wasn't mentioned to meJust a life of unexpected unhappinessPrepared myself for a hard life and failed awayWhat is, proceedsI'm forlorn and twisted away like a gnarled branch into this dark corner.I seek nothing except rabid attempts at power over my situationto turn it around in the sheerest laziest fashion, because the real options are not pleasing to my eye.I'm twisted away into this dark cornerStudying metaphysics until something snaps | 2021-04-05 00:29:24 |
| aether | my self crushed under its weight, but remaining as stubborn as ever, rebounding,attempting to crash and fight what is realityI want freedom, I want lifebut it will swallow me wholeBest to stay tortured, by life, until whatever is being done is done, and then the river will wear the path away.Dragged out to death, just want to escapethe mind won't stop, until it learns what it is truly seekingit won't stop, until it gets what it truly wantsit won't stop, until pain is acceptedlife won't stop, until my self lets gotortured or untortured, is there a torturer? clearly the torturer is me.falling, until i rest at the ground of this torture, and it shows me what it needs me to see. | 2021-04-05 00:17:26 |
| aether | death grip on what i wantnot letting go,bitten and forced to drop my holdMy small self does not matter, and holds little influenceReality makes its choice, whether it itself is large or small, intelligent or unintelligentI flow by the rivers of my uncertain emotionseverything comes into clarity and gets swept away.I know that there is intelligence to the situation and beingness, when I am good, when I am calmI am so smallsmalled to the base, smalled to the baser elementi am driven with a wedge | 2021-04-05 00:17:24 |
| aether | jagged cliffs which do underminethe fortitude of my mindundermined, the fortitude, of myminddetermined to be of no valuedetermined to be of no valuedragged out of this heart of minedragged out of this heart of minea great big pit minehoses exposingpower drilling and explosivesdown into the depths of this soul of minedragged out to completionthis life continues unabated.I'm hopeless so I turn to self-aggrandizementI'm hopeless so I believe in the impossibleI'm hopeless so I never stop thinking of ways to get out of this lifehopeless and spinning around in this mental muckclarity and loveintention and disillusionmentDragged out to death, this life ticks by.I exist in disillusionment and the painful days drag by.I want no more semblance of wrong knowingand freedom to have what I desire,even if I barely know what that is. | 2021-04-05 00:08:57 |
| aether | meaning and purposederived from nothingalive but distantfragile and mending my woundsfar from anything that i knowdragged to the bottom, i have no heart, no lifedragged down to the deeps,i have no mind, just awareness and many questionsspinning, always spinning around in my head.can't get out, won't get outhave to surrender, have to flee,have to give up, have to escapeflagellating myself against the wallbefore me, it stands so tall. dragged out to the deathi'm at the bottom.unkempt and forlornsequence of sequencejagged hills and cliff abutments racing no escape.mind weary and heart seeped into the floorground terminationsomewhere there is a ground,i'll hitand rest. | 2021-04-04 23:52:15 |
| aether | so someone would see,so someone to seein my own nightmarepuppeteer and mental attitudedark and brooding,hurt by the lightjuggling mental attitude, left and rightcut by realitymade realbut not made of steel, nor anyone to feeljoking visagehate the laughteri'm falling nowdisturbed mentalityshut out the lightno one is reali'll lock myself tight.judged and panderingi made a fool of myselfhate all the tools and the spools of yarn we weavei'm falling nowit's overhitting myself to the bottomi just want sanctity in my own hell-hole | 2021-04-04 23:52:12 |
| aether | burnt to a crisp | 2021-04-04 23:25:24 |
| aether | but i was not satisfied, and i yearned to spit in the face of reality againfor i was tired of the same old same old, yet i myself guiltyi spat, spat, spat...all was fineescape necessary but not givenconcepts strangled to be in my own perceptionunknowns beget unknownsman searches,drownsi am drowning, scared of drowningall available, strange concepts and strangular realities, cascading upon my casket, somber lightforever spinning around in a miniature riot,sprouting out of the ground.yeah, i might have just sprout out of the ground, before i got here.as birth is not a given.hit the ground running in a 4 year old body as far as memorable sequences go. | 2021-03-25 22:34:33 |
| aether | a hollowness precedes me, a somber lightan altered vision, a past's delighta solipsistic embrace, but..not nihil in its value, hence it had a trace,of some type of light beyond its dark confinescity streets and lamps cascading, but it wasn't real yeta yiddish man prompting jokes to a hidden audience, an altogether gone audiencean audience that was not real.and what does the yiddish man know?that the future perception of reality was not real during his jokes, and yiddish wasn't yiddish yet, but yidding was already available.a surrealness and a hollow but strangely perceptive light of the current state of things.or perhaps we are already there, and this leading into further creation. leading forever into further creation, all concepts already known and granted... but more being given as creation itself a concept. | 2021-03-25 22:30:04 |
| aether | everything in surreality. i just find it odd, that there's nothing strange to be found- in such a strange placeno truth, yet that could very well not be the case.a truth someone hasn't found, a truth not carefully or easily given.creation switched off auto-pilot, into manual acts of life-giving. miraculous events.and t'was all spinnin' mostly down.while this fool sipped on his concept of blissand it all spun around and around, as he had no choice seemingly to go headfirst. | 2021-03-25 22:25:56 |
| aether | every day spins anewand i'll continue to write like a foola little lambdancing slightly to a mysterious beat.godhead was me, but i am obsessed and possessed with the strange, preferring to uncover the truth myself.everything is strangely quieti don't know why i like it - it's a mysterious adventure from cradle to grave, given assumptions and expected to go with itit's a strange light that burnshollow and greenstrange red realityit's a hollow light that burns, o'er this head of mine | 2021-03-25 22:25:55 |
| aether | i have no reason to remain here but i do.flew around cut to pieces ravenously attempting my escape around the hew.slinging apparatuses and disgusting instruments,i just want out, but i'm here, barely alive in morning dew.when i wake up, two hours and then my day becomes slowly a riot into despair every day breaks anew, brazen and giving up on all commonly held notions.i scour the pace, attempting to hold reverie, wondering why the dream doesn't end.outside my control? no. the notion has dropped.why do i remain | 2021-03-25 22:16:34 |
| aether | distributed across the ground,my mind distributed across the ground,no one else was real to begin withi was tormented and spoke anewthe mind zapped itself alive and i flewinto habitual grippings and turnings, attempting to wrestle reality to its kneesno one else was real to begin with,and i disliked everything anyway.i just wanted to leave.glassware distributed evenly across the groundtest tubes and flasks and vialsbits and pieces of my life, distributed anewflew quite ravenously into a tumultuous stewfeet cut and impaled, i ran around blindly searching for the escape | 2021-03-25 22:16:32 |
| aether | ouroboros and no one else was real to begin witha distinctly novel vision-pointa looking glassa smashed piece of ware distributed calmly across the ground. | 2021-03-25 22:07:23 |
| aether | it was never real to begin with. | 2021-03-21 21:28:06 |
| aether | riveting connections and i no better, trailing away into mind and matter, but mostly idle oblivion. | 2021-03-19 22:07:07 |
| aether | solipsistic dream | 2021-03-18 21:22:04 |
| aether | Your brain is eager to do some thinking so why not go ahead and do some thinking? Your brain is not your enemy. Your brain is not trying to derail your spiritual quest, it's your fearful heart that does that by telling you to sit down and close your eyes and silence your mind. Your emotions hold you in stasis between desire and fear, but your brain just wants to think, to attack problems and make things make sense.Your brain is like a dog that wants to chew on a bone and you keep telling this wonderful dog to sit, to stay, to shut up. But why shut the dog up? It's the dog's nature to chew bones, to rip stuff apart. Why deny its nature? Let's toss the dog a bone and see what happens. I can think of a few bones right off hand, like what's this mindfulness ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥? You'll be mindful when you're awake, but you won't wake up by being mindful. Let the dog chew on that for awhile and see what's left.-Jed Talks #1 | 2021-03-12 19:23:40 |
| aether | something of both worlds | 2021-03-10 13:40:31 |
| aether | guilt blame and shame, being shoved down into nothing because to acknowledge it is to unacknowledge love.love, which permeates all of it. | 2021-03-09 00:59:32 |
| aether | the endless whirling machinethe boots stamp across the ground and streetI would take a futile voyage if it meant something to me.The boots stamped groundmen covered groundground so carefully kepti carefully keptwhat wasn't mine, i carefully kept, what wasn't to be contained.grabbed by a portion of sanity,daily turning over itself until i reach it again.I'm vaguely not certain what's realholding myself in chagrinbecause I may never fully see the sunlight again'till i'm dead and buried.'till i'm alive in the afterlife. | 2021-03-09 00:50:21 |
| aether | brutal brutalesque brutalesque architecturebrutal stab and a weary blocka man grabs and takes hold of his stockrunning, running to the hills, jagged flames rising above his mountain of painire spawning all aroundflames spiraling higher for all aroundJagged Cliffs which do Deter My DemiseGod Angel of Death, Send me the CavalryFree My Soul from the Misery. Flame, flame, flame, shot into space.I would sever my lack of distaste.I would embark on a futile voyage, if I felt some good may come of it for little to no available reason.I would sever this distaste.flames spawning highereverything roots itselfboot cyclethe mobo can't POSTthe beep cycle | 2021-03-09 00:50:18 |
| aether | bunkering down and dwelling in the murderholesas we pour boiling acid on each other in the recesses of our mindsboiling and boiling and boiling up anewFlames and hatred spawn anew.I wish It Wasn't So Easy to Be Tritebut Clearly We All Deal With Some Issue or AnotherRegardless if it's Cliche or Not.Hatred spawns anew, flame spewing down like boiling petrolit's all coming down, coming down on you.Flame and ash, spiraling down anew.Flame and AshSpiraling Down ForeverA Modicum of Enjoyment and all the Restrictions in the Worldfor nothing. for the absence of love. | 2021-03-09 00:42:37 |
| aether | burning burning burning burning burning burningit's all exposed to the skytwisting and turning into the skyI spawn hatred it consumesFires burn, rage and choke oxygenIt burns away into the atmosphereSlinging and cracking mud into hopeless ravaged dirt.I wish you all weren't so hurt, but it really seems you aren't.You really aren't all so hurt.You just pretend to be alive.I wish I all wasn't so hurt, I wish I was not so hurt.I Wish I Didn't have to Pretend to Enjoy to be Alive.where men can't say because it doesn't matterand no one will speakit all driving away into deep mountains | 2021-03-09 00:42:35 |
| aether | And I could be so aggravated as to continue raging and I could be so aggravated as to spawn new-borne hatred continuously raging raging ragingFeelings burn anew, fires spread and ashes crumble structureStructure burning away.I want to see RealityLove, Love, love is reality, love is realitybut hatred feels like love, and love like hatredthus I am alchemically changed.Breaking through new groundGod do I have the hatred. Torn torn torn, Everything's Burning Down.No one Cares and No One Will Read.So I may As Well Die to Myself even though it would be beautiful to Watch.Like A Slow Motion Trainwreck, As they Say. | 2021-03-09 00:37:16 |
| aether | but the hatred arises anew because no one will listen to You, the eponymous Me.scripted and robotic, I dance before the crowdscripted and robotic, I arouse suspicion only of being a fooland a fool I may be but certainly not everything is to be drowned in this hopeless sea of where I already dwell.You sink your own precious treasures into me.And I draw and make conclusions based on your folly.And I draw and make conclusions based on your folly.Everything spun out. Drown't out to folly.I exploded out in lollygagging because there was nowhere to go that clearly helped the mostso I turned inward to expose reality itselfquestions that never go away, banging itself on the wall. banging itself on the wall.questions that never go away,They only stay. | 2021-03-09 00:33:28 |
| aether | I came to alleviate the draineverything disdains what it can't fathomI fathomed a new hope, and threw notion and notion and notion and notionstraight into nothing.I threw my head against the wall, over and over, for t'was all I could doand men said cheaply that it was a waste of time.opinions come cheap these days. and at what cost to myself?for there is nothing else to dobut bang my head on this wall, ascertaining truth values of a logical system which is plain as day.You can uncover facets of reality with holding virtue. | 2021-03-09 00:28:39 |
| aether | It All Drowned Away His Men Thought Pitifully of Him and the Women Wanted Nothing to Do With Him and It All Flew in the Face of Reason Seemingly So for However He Tried it FellI was a participant in the great glory of life, a greater glory be known to you if you seek the glory within your very own heart and mindBut Before I Knew I Was a Participant in the Battle for DeathI Knew that Annihilation Flew before its very BreathI Have No Clue of Whence I Speak I Have No Toleration for Open Mouths that do Not Speak.So Much is Air, and Other is Aire.Putting on Perfume so you can Breed for Pointless Tasks.I brought the pain to bear,i sought the pain for me. | 2021-03-09 00:28:37 |
| aether | I'm tired tired of all this disaster, won't you keep quiet? And let the flames of his IreSpat out in FacesEvil Minded Dire Irreality, Spun OutCascading over FireI hate All EntireDriving Force, Unknown Qualitative Values Underascertained.Driving Force, UnascertainedHit the gasFlooring to my death. Everything's burning and A RiotFloating Away,It Piled Up Quite Habitually Erratically Spewing Nasty Little Responses.It all Piled Up Quite Efficiently Before the Spell Broke Loose.A Man Cascaded into Pain and Alchemy, So that He Loosed his Brainfrom the confines of what men consider Sane. | 2021-03-09 00:23:25 |
| aether | drawn along on the ground,"world's fine, you're the one that's not"drawn along on the ground,i burned the pathway with my soulit left a trail of fireI drowned out seas with pure ire.I drowned seas with Ire. Spitting upon all of it entire, guggling and juggling and funneling all this Nothing into Ire, spat into the mouth of EvilI hope you ComeI hope You Come Into my Trap I have LaidNice Fly Trap.For Yonder Participants.Lovely love cascading in fumes after the diesel fumes all wore awayand all the smoke diedI was buried in this smoke stack from the get-gowon't you not provide the slip-upswon't you seek better | 2021-03-09 00:23:23 |
| aether | and no one cared, and no one cared and no one cared and no one cared and no 1 caredand no one cared and no one cared and no one cared and no one cared and no one caredand the world fell apart and the man screamed get up and move but i left myself hopelessly on the ground i left myself on the ground.I flung myself at Enemy.I flung myself at Enemy.I flung Myself At LoveI Am LoveLoveLovelovelovea harsh love, an undetermined lovea lovea un-undermined lovea love driven outdriven into stark raving madnessLove severely like so much gnashing machinery, hitting each other with cannon projectiles and scraping against each other like creatures worse than animals. Flung out, flung out, flung out, flung out, flung out, flung out, flung out. A worn eye and a wary and weary world. | 2021-03-09 00:16:20 |
| aether | I scream't out, scream't out, to deathagony, embrace, all rotting down into my innards.Screaming out, I scream't out, There's No One Here.You're All Asleep. I'm Dying. But no one called, no one answered, and I drown't in my tears and my fearmmm mmmm feels so gooood and thus I expanded outexpanded further, Nothing So Remotely As Delicious As Bare-Minimum Survival.Traversing a Razor's Edge, That Thin Line.Death to this Heart of Mine.People Ringing out the Precious Juice to Ordain me Gone, Dead, and Useless.Declared A Non-Participant, Forced Out of All Avenues. A World of Madness. A World Where I Don't Care. Flinging myself like a rabid animal at Enemy. | 2021-03-09 00:11:28 |
| aether | and a day couldn't go fasterdrugged out and uselessfilled with almost zero dream remembrance.filled with inane screaming and child-like demeanors.full of admonishments from parental figures and radical force.Brought to bear, brought to bear.Aimed down a scope, centered across my chest.I was a targeted individual, in this new reality of mine, envisioned upon my mind's eye.I wasn't afraid, All the PainAll the Paincouldn't hurt so much as the absence of Love | 2021-03-09 00:11:24 |
| aether | gripped by an unseen force,everything flying down the hillsidei wish it were easierwhen life wants you bludgeoned outbleeding out by curbsideI dreamt of somewhere else, then when I realized it wouldn't come, I tried to bring it here.But really life is its own animal, and then I became emboldened. Emblazoned on my soul the heart of a warrior, spilling its juice to fling itself rabidly at the enemy.Emblazoned on the heart of a warrior, flinging itself like a rabid animaleverything spinning out of controleverything spinning out of controleverything spinning out of control i sank the teeth inI sank the teeth infor me, for mefor you. | 2021-03-09 00:06:57 |
| aether | everything flew in the face of realityno, it couldn't fly, in the face of, realityno, it flew in the face of, realityIt drowned outthe noise,it killed all thepoiseFear and deathEnvy and murderholesPain and reactionsSanity and inanityI brought a blunt instrument to a casual engagement.I whammo'd the chief of staffI whammo'd my own headwhammo'd my own head good, straight into the ground.I hated myself and I hated others.I loved myself and still hated others.I loved myself and Loved Others.Transformation, quaint.Still spinning in the murderhole reality. Till the day comes I breathe alive.in greyzone. depersonalized and derealized. shot in the back, and so are you.depersonalized and derealized.spinning amid this endless grey, I'm in the Murderhole Now.Shooting out flame and engorged on rage. Bunkered in here, I have the machineguns. I lay on the fire, I pour on the fireI set up the scene. It lights people up. It gets them moving. | 2021-03-09 00:04:10 |
| aether | nice little animal that lives on his little allotment of brain chemicalssurging into a little whirlpool of a modicum of enjoymentnice little animal, singing outhe drown't, dragged underbecame something else entirelyHe drowned, became something else entire.I hurt, I hurt, I hurt.I couldn't express this pain, I couldn't express this pain, I couldn't express this pain.It all tunneled in.It all went down.down | 2021-03-08 23:59:54 |
| aether | he died he diedsaw so clearlywhy they all liedhe died, he died.saw so many lies, little lies, tall liesdrown't out amid a sea of despisation.no dispensation for meI'm drowning out amid a sea of despisal.I despise, heated lies, I despise, I despise, I despise - you. | 2021-03-08 23:57:58 |
| aether | too smart for my own goodso i tried to outsmart myself.too smart for nothing,so i leapt for everythingI didn't get a bit of it.I only got a little bit of it...I got a tiny piece of it...Everything lied and spun and lied and spun and flewoff the handle into You, my most benighted entity.oh, if only it were so simple.I had so much going for me and lifeStymied into a nice little pocket, for the enemies to encirclelaughing all the way to sword-point. Crushing my soulLaughing laughing laughing laughing laughing laughing laughing laughing laughing laughing.Laughing laughing laughing laughing laughing laughing laughing laughing laughing laughing.Laughing laughing laughing laughing laughing laughing laughing laughing laughing laughing. | 2021-03-08 23:56:19 |
| aether | destroy the mind destroy the bodydestroy the fly see the enemyin the ointmenthe dwell in the skya great big liefell into the piea lie,he fell into it and died.everything spun out of controli never had controli never had controli never had controli let go of the wheeland diedi fell into the lake and drown'tthis lake of mysterious proportionI fell into the sky and lit on water-firei died i died i fell into the sky and lit on water-fire I lied. | 2021-03-08 23:53:21 |
| aether | ground't the wheel | 2021-03-08 23:23:43 |
| aether | love of any kind is the only thing that matters in this world. | 2021-03-08 23:15:05 |
| aether | odd man out | 2021-03-08 23:03:48 |
| aether | compartmentalized mental insanity | 2021-03-08 15:53:17 |
| aether | run the operation again. | 2021-03-08 00:09:58 |
| aether | commando death world | 2021-03-08 00:06:57 |
| aether | harrison bergereon struck off his shackles. | 2021-03-08 00:00:54 |
| aether | https://tidal.com/browse/track/134777490 | 2021-03-07 22:00:58 |
| aether | https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pE_x3UC1f3o why is that, leon? | 2021-03-07 21:56:51 |
| aether | everything's taboo and off-topic and no one really talks to you until you're dead. | 2021-03-07 17:38:49 |
| aether | love is the only thing real in this life. | 2021-03-07 00:43:12 |
| aether | dead on the sidewalk. | 2021-03-06 23:44:39 |
| aether | i am drowning in nothing. | 2021-03-06 23:18:27 |
| aether | useless utility for a useless pair of items | 2021-03-06 23:11:53 |
| aether | this hole of mine | 2021-03-06 21:55:39 |
| aether | structure of endless structure. | 2021-03-06 00:51:43 |
| aether | buncha mouthy ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ but we'll get in their faces soon. | 2021-03-05 23:40:30 |
| aether | ground't the axe 'gainst the wall, had a great big stall... hit the axe multiple times into it allground't the axe into the wallhit it all to death and roared to lifehit to death and brought to a barely noticeable stall. groun't the axe into the wall. brought to bear 'gainst this wall, HAUGHTY STARES which consume all. | 2021-03-05 16:10:12 |
| aether | its one implication is false, that of annihilation, thus there are many other implications for it. | 2021-03-05 16:05:38 |
| aether | pain is nothing. | 2021-03-05 16:05:09 |
| aether | dead and dying. | 2021-03-05 15:15:14 |
| aether | the whipcord youth that spun around and lashed off the heads of his terrors. | 2021-03-05 15:13:30 |
| aether | it's all just ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥. | 2021-03-04 23:52:18 |
| aether | i can hear the machines speak to me. | 2021-03-04 15:44:21 |
| aether | welling up inside- for all to see...welling up inside of me. | 2021-03-04 12:44:00 |
| aether | blind leading the blind semblance of mine exploding in timeeverything rotting in hell and high water, twisting and turning beneath wavesi am caustic and embracing simultaneouslyeverything's lit on firesemblance of ire and tire-firesroad rage, it's just a lyre spinning in mires of endless torrid compassionendless rage and days of nonsensical drive and dying out of lashes to the skinbroken and beaten and stirredeverything's rotting and spinning amid this stirbroken and beaten and stirred.everything's broken and beaten and smashedi couldn't escape so my back against the wall provided support,the emotion welling up inside of me, for all to eventually see. | 2021-03-04 12:39:12 |
| aether | mad at heaven | 2021-03-02 02:54:09 |
| aether | hate myself | 2021-03-02 02:34:49 |
| aether | every day is a new daysic semper tyrannisevery day is a new daysic semper tyrannisevery day is a new daysic semper tyrannisCASCADING OFF THE SHACKLES OF THE NEW for the thoughts of the olddying to breathe anew this daily stew which rots in me like sickly perfume i'll never smell on me and you,dying in a sickly stew dying witch's brew i'm sure i knew what would arise a-fool a'new a'new a'loo arose a'new staring freshly through rising anew staring freshly through | 2021-03-02 02:33:31 |
| aether | the horizon meets the sunset, the pauper meets the Kingthe mountain crumbles, the tower abides.The Stare manages its Resources.The mare cascades through night.I am alone and quite afraidI have no Sanity, I must Bakeunder this torrential sunwaves of agony beseech mewon't you see the golden lightoh it heals thy soul to suffer goodA cascading torment of nightmarish sunlight.dragging its sickly foes to the ground, tossing them and turning them to stoneA tower with no mountains to look up at.A man without his quarter.a dog and nothinga semblance of humanness with an electronic buzz. a naught and these waves couldn't be sweeter. the spread of her warm embrace, cascading over.i drown in the sunlight and the heat, my soul erupting, never have i suffered so well.cascaded down into oblivion, a dark gate and a dark soul, a famished participant of rare consequence. a famished participant | 2021-03-02 02:33:23 |
| aether | a dying agony's embrace. juxtaposed between torpor and annihilation. agony's dying embrace,juxtaposed between agony and dying embrace. a torpor and annihilationa slow crawl to doom's gate, juxtapose irony and rest, embrace and less.pauper and king. tower and domain, drop'd to nothin' downLost and I didn't need to be found, had to see myself, for what I truly am, a pauperstaring up at mountaintopswith no glass tower to be pelted with with stones. a glass tower, dispensing with the ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥a glass tower, with no irony a glass towerfall'n beneath the waves. and nothing so much as hurt, in this daytranspired quite roughly, left me the truth. | 2021-03-02 02:33:17 |
| aether | Pain brings harmony. I am a singer, dreaded and tornI have something of scorn.so very much scorn. that is what i possess, scorn.indefinite bruise - altogether not amused.heightened oblivion, mock derisioncascading away into this nook.derision and scornsomething of agony and nihilistic embracefreedom from caring but caring coming back into place.it's all freefree of worry and pent-up stressit all drives itself out dailyi'll whip it into shape. dragged out past jagged cliffs which do determine my demisestaring up at mountains without pelters of stone, i climb the escarpment, the precipice.scorn.drag't outjack't in, jack't out. jagged cliffs which do deter my progress,i lied to be a seraphim. staring at pretty faces, i clenched my fist and began to hit them. | 2021-03-02 02:32:56 |
| aether | I just want exit, post haste, post haste...If it happens soon,it happens later.Juxtapose soon, express later.Soon and later make three, on the third we carry thee. To carry thee, to carry theeto high heaven, whence you go, whence you be.To the high heaven, oh, .. I wish it were as simple..to the high heaven, juxtapose hell, express heaven.Two and three, trois and deux. back and forth, back and forthalways backing and forthing, like a sea froth. And the day's mixed up, and the day's messed up.I see the light, the light cascading forth. It's a bad juxtaposition, this sea and mine. I'll set the light out, see what I can find. and everything's alright. just another day, back and forth, up and down. real pain, what's that all about. | 2021-03-02 02:15:40 |
| aether | radical calmradical kindnessradical finenessradical disturbed top and bottomtizzying about before exploding in a routeALL THE WORLD'S A STAGE, yet I'm dying to find the exit.AL THE WORLD'S A STAGE.I'm dying to find a rifle.Bandolier and shoulder strapi just want an exit, post hastepost haste... | 2021-03-02 02:15:39 |
| aether | jacked up jack't into jacked up jack't intostab't thru stab't intojack't up jack't intostab't into jack't up jack't into.won't you let me outi'm out i'm out what a great big turn, send me back in i've got to learn♥♥♥♥, ♥♥♥♥, another profanity censorgee whiz pop why didnt i fence with the best of the enemy sports team, sic sempera day a daypassing by each nightor somesuchi'm turn't to eleven and in terrible fright.Jack't, jack't, jack't up all nightTurn't to eleven, won't you let me out. Terrible fright.Jack't, jack't, jack't into.I tear the cords and the papers and the objects from my domainI wish for a new disdain to befall me ag'eanoha daya daybefalling me againLife doesn't end in a moment, it continues, it continues. Won't you realize your folly, silly mind, silly brain.Emergency, emergency, all life's a stage. Blasted brain. Again, again.A day again. Won't you let me out, again, again... | 2021-03-02 02:09:49 |
| aether | sic semper tyrannis | 2021-03-02 02:04:43 |
| aether | and to quote ah puch from Smite, "It bringss.. PpAAAAAAINNNNN." | 2021-03-02 02:03:59 |
| aether | the conqueror of fear, fearing the uselessness of desire to accomplish what otherwise would be undermined by fate, leading to your ultimate destination, Love itselfgold at the end of the tunnel, or duringrealizing what it's all about. a good life, a good destiny, a good destination.everyday is worth the paces i put it through. | 2021-02-27 00:29:33 |
| aether | meteoric riseperfectiongod's perfection, cast down on meOh I am Perfectly Unfolding, Molting, MovingVolts of God's Electric Reality Coursing From and Into, this, all, it, simultaneously instantaneously. Molt, volt, zealously Moving. | 2021-02-25 15:30:32 |
| aether | experience happiness for two days -> why am i happy, i want to be sad -> hopefully return to sadness?..what is this | 2021-02-25 15:21:22 |
| aether | wo', wo', wo', i thought i lived for so long, yet i was really dead. marked by anxieties, nameless fears and horrid tremors and spinning sensations 4ever.It's all dread, oh how I love it. It tastes good. The fear contained in the sweat like a hormone bleeding through into youoh i knewjust another day spent fornicating with Hatred. it feels goodsenpai didnt you knowDaijobu, the cloud speaksthe eternity speaks calm somethings for your calm something horrorIt's all SAND, MORPHOSCREAMDEADI'M ALIVE. YET I'M SCREAMING SILENTLY a deathly death of hollow death empty death sortie and sordid and measly and oho, a piece of this, piece of this soila land of mine. a piece of soil, dirtclod brain, beat it all up, drove me and everyone else insane.Oh yeah That's my Raison D'etre. Morpho, sand. Just inanity and insanity. Fk. | 2021-02-25 01:01:47 |
| aether | day goes by daymark by markchevron and cross and reticule targetsthe day, markingthe lasso and the cutlass and the arrow - flythe nothing and the glorious nothing and the glorious nothing the nothing the nothing the glorious nothing the nihilistic philosophy and the Superb Sense of the Glorious in which I live in Vain from having Attain Thought of...o-wo im dying slowly but surely, but life breathes anew and it's a lie as usualSpeaking of Lie, how about these rotations of - endless - ________________________---------------------^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ computationjust another_________________line_________________in the heart______________of an arrowa corpsebrought to death by a sticky situation. If I wasn't asking for it, I might be worse off.Everything is Perfection Unto God. Praise be the Holy Existence.Perfect in every way. So fk off, as is gladly put. for nothing is whole as much as hatred | 2021-02-25 01:01:45 |
| aether | It's a neat little refrainAnd the birds,and the earsstaring a'tahl me al'tahl th'e tiem...I Wish I Had A good Reason to Keep Existing.But the shotgun grows closer, I have stipulations for my existence...oh, oh, oh, but there's so many reasons to live,oh oh oh i think of so many conversations and people and now i'm looking at you, dear reader.I'm free of worry and care, STAB'T THROUGH THE WALL. STAB'T THROUGH THE WALL.repetitive motion and groaning, praise the autistics little heart. he's on a roll again, rolling back and forth.oh oh oh I have nothing to live for except for the vagrant side-show curiosities becoming altogether too familiar with my heart. Dragged into a pit of my own despair in which I prove my own strength, in which I improve my own strength.in which I ramp up my own strength. | 2021-02-25 00:53:07 |
| aether | peaceful man JAB'T THROUGH THE JAW WITH BLADE HONED FOR PENETRATION.or something of some consort with lifeand the birdsand the earsbut the eyes had no visagecontained all outI had one popular notion, that made me potentially betteri had some things going for me, i have some advantages, ohOh I'm a rich boyohI'm just a nice little lad being told what to do and being yanked around.Oh | 2021-02-25 00:53:05 |
| aether | oh oh i can get sooooo far.burn't to the ground't deadA building collapsing atopMy body being ravaged by the sands of timeOh oh I want out, bring me the guillotine bring me the executioner's dull blade to smite me down.rifle butt me into oblivion where i can't remember the faintest thingDestroy destroy destroy i have no fearand if i become afraid, then it doesn't matter, does it | 2021-02-25 00:48:30 |
| aether | sonic dead burnt rapt skulfkt destroyt obliterated annihilated tourniquet wound stab't heart ded't to rights deadto rights dead... all dead. dead, dead, dead, dead, dead, dead, dead, dead, dead, dead, dead.Daijobu, everything's finebut the craters spread and the bombs impeached my aircraft's stall to the groundthe weight hurtling off into the ocean where civilization lay, a calm sea, a shining seaOh I want out of everything,caught in the spider's web. I have a scar, its name is anguishI have a scar, its name is perturbityi have a scarit tremors all aroundwon't you let me gowon't you let me ... - hm..Oh oh I have a brave futureoh oh i have a nice cadre of qualities | 2021-02-25 00:48:28 |
| aether | barbaric reality sonic acoustical format blasting whatever the hell into my noggin partner.Slay the foeslay the foe, everything's coolSlay the Foe.Slay the Foe...Slay the foe.Slay the foe. You got a better plan?Stab 'em down. Yeah that's right, I got a better plan. Leap't down to my doomyeah i had a good ideadead on the floorboards, dead on the sidewalk, dead inside, dead outsideeverything's dead and i'm the victor and the loser. I know everything and I know nothing.Yeah I got a plan.Stab 'em down.But it's another corpse getting skull ♥♥♥*special additive X circulating my minddodging formalities and exemplorarily destroying trustOh yeah I got a plan. DestroydestroyWhat persists will be greatwhat remains from the ashesOh yeah I had a plan.What was it again? | 2021-02-25 00:42:43 |
| aether | it's all ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥. | 2021-02-25 00:31:28 |
| aether | Death and dying and disease.Oh it's a mild reality juxtapose my cynical sardonic devil-may-care riled ♥♥♥♥♥♥ enamored drugged up ugly stupid hittin' and quitter mean-spirited brute behaviorJuxtapose this ugly Barbaric Beauty, increasing my Soul Jenevity. So much we fall.Falling to an early grave.Juxtapose this, quite clearly. It's all drag't out insanity until you keep pushing the dot forward, that pixel, the ball, or what have youI Am But a Personattached to a computer screen for 24 years, since near earliest waking memory. | 2021-02-24 19:46:22 |
| aether | The alarm bells and the explosionsOh the HarmonyOh the Savage Barbarity. Leave me Alone. I am But a Civilian.unable to move, reposition, juxtapositionnothin' bomb'd 'till the sun rises, a cool night a calm dream-life. I Gave up on dreams, and approached life with my hands wrung and bearnJuxtaposition, death and mild diseaseteases and teased. | 2021-02-24 19:46:17 |
| aether | don't get shot, don't get maimedEverything's held in disdain until an anti-personnel mine bounces right into your field of vision, like an insult and a charity and a repeat and a common lament and nothing so much as disdain routes a whole army when in doubt be brave but bravery doesn't come in every lifetime.So ♥♥♥♥ it, ♥♥♥♥ it, ♥♥♥♥ it, ♥♥♥♥ it, we'll drill and bore to the very original core stab't out stab't out ♥♥♥♥ it, ♥♥♥♥, ♥♥♥♥ it.I can't withhold much more, a bouncing betty, for clearing the way. So much shrapnel as isn't fortuitous, causing the gasping and the agony.I know nothing, general issue civilian a common lament a weird juxtaposition I read things in books I expect derisionA general issue civie bombed out cratered soul, juxtaposing his mild tattered earthly folds and here it's told that no one wants a dreary life, but oh the harmony | 2021-02-24 19:46:10 |
| aether | steadily climbing to a roar spilling out of this water pipe. 'bout to beat you with my water-pipe, how symbolic.Beaten fresh beaten new. People leave me alone, some people like to hurtle.I'm just spilling. Hurtling. Death. Death. Immediate reposition, copy ten six four numbers junder splunder tunder tumbling shell SABOT armor piercing round AP minefield death explosions bottled up powder sulfur, acid, spillingSpilling outta me because there's no clear destination so I cram it unto this little page of mine.I don't care to make the world see.Everything's a beautiful minefield waiting to drearily see, who interrogatively explodes left and who resplendently responds right. Keep your spacing, keep your pacing, keep your intervals, | 2021-02-24 19:46:01 |
| aether | bombed out environment.it's just sand, morpho, style- envirodeth' dogged stance repeat and lance entrench and fence and rancid approach uncouth and undesirable picking a fight it's just a hire let to spray and prey in this small village i live a small pond a small desirable nobody according to merely me but the world responds only in my dream-state.I want a new arrival days gone pastthe novelty never lasts.human life like tree bark, covering a soft layer.I just want a death, regrow, reassign, return't about all this life going this way and abouut all the way around abouuut a life a place a Route a Lout he never Does Say Nothing a Foolish rake spending his time Reminiscing on History He Know Not I'm just a fool a Lout with a soft Spout | 2021-02-24 19:45:54 |
| aether | jagged cliffs do assert my demise | 2021-02-24 19:26:59 |
| aether | Cascading forth, I take life too seriously and then it hits me like a truck... I'm not sure what the entire moral of the story was.Silver linings and rote mechanical luckDying to embark on a new rue as I shake my hand I'm already skipping steps and reasserting mental fortitude. Falling away. | 2021-02-24 19:22:03 |
| aether | There is no pulling an animal that has too many stitches, holding him togetherhe'll scream he'll bite.drag't out to the bloody embankment of life's strategic water-wellgasping for air and drown't in the stallI wish I was Dead I wish I Was New.But it's all dying each day to this death safe from it all. Death anew granted daily arue for aruse and nothin' care's so much'as a new daily stew in which to stew. Stew.Merely broth stew. Forever cast aside in this eternal ride my memories serve as a fountain a wellspring | 2021-02-24 19:21:50 |
| aether | little ms. poppet and all the children play,locked in a cage, i still hurtle forward in screaming agony and growing strength as all the days before me. drag't out bombed severelydrag't out screamed eternally.drag't out scream't to deth' nothing quite spent its breath o'er medrag't to deth' i narrowly miss my chance at cunning and save my breathdrag't out to death I narrowly miss my chance to embrace the endless spinning wheel of reoccurence repeatedly chewing me out anew until all is fresh, yet I am just glue from a horse slaughterhouse.a nameless taboo horse, drag't out spelling my own name w't caustic embracedeathly stunts do enamor nothing except my own self. Narcissistic and denialfalling into a well, i scream a while.Drag't out to fling myself into a ditch | 2021-02-24 19:21:44 |
| aether | little miss moppet and focete. dragged to th' groun't burn't a'loud everyone knew there wasn't faults but everything perfect and singin' eternally anew.drag't down, drag'd down to the groun't. eternally anew forever in this little tiny zoo.Drag't down to the ground, ms. moppet and focete, dragged down to the ground eternally a'newlet me rest a while i have many angleslet me rest awhile we all suffer.let me rest awhile we all have our angleslet me rest awhile it's been a while.since i wasn't Checked Out at the cash register eternally stowed away a'new.Dead to rights caught and blamed, just for doing things society deems insane.little ms faucet and dripspot tosse't singin' out a'new drop't a 50kilogram bomb, smacked in the face with a strange experience doth do i erase my mental anguish for assuming unnatural grace which do not belong to me, otherwise i shall normally be free. | 2021-02-24 19:21:38 |
| aether | all the mental abusive thoughts erase, thoughts and words in my head by other people communicating with the souls of others clearly enough sometimes and other times under the water subconscious for days mentally erase all the clearing away, just more mines and bombs and explosives and undersea detonations depth charges and scalping for the trawling of ships selling fish and men abusing erase mace slung around knocking heads erasedog stab't down to the ground little ms. poppet has no clue what breaks anew on the daily eternally, jagged cliffs which do cue my demiselittle ms. poppet and foppish moppet slingin' out lactic acid, blood veins. wholl' disdain.little ms. poppet and ms. moppet careened toward the faucet everything found its caustic embrace drown't to the groun't in debase | 2021-02-24 19:21:30 |
| aether | dog stab't downdog stab't down to the ground puppet and faucet little ms. poppet dragged down eternally to the ground mankind a ruse left and abused hope and fuse box and snoozeall of it a craaaaaazy shift-phase laze for days mentally erase all the semblances of days gone tazed and lazed for zeroing AIRCRAFT bombs dropping mentally erase | 2021-02-24 19:21:13 |
| aether | (beyond solipsism itself) | 2021-02-24 18:51:36 |
| aether | the acceptance of an objective world.harder than it seems. | 2021-02-24 18:51:16 |
| aether | explosionz | 2021-02-24 17:59:32 |
| aether | https://tidal.com/browse/track/88969596 | 2021-02-23 02:32:57 |
| aether | just a fool spinning his wheels until he gets into the mud and realizes where his heart lies. | 2021-02-23 01:57:57 |
| aether | everything is impermanent and dying.everything is bleeding itself dry. | 2021-02-22 22:13:40 |
| aether | it's all just dust here. You have no sight. Blind leading the blind.repetition. death. dismay.cast away. | 2021-02-22 21:47:41 |
| aether | voice steadily climbing the fire | 2021-02-22 21:28:21 |
| aether | tedium robot | 2021-02-22 21:20:31 |
| aether | deeply unhappy. | 2021-02-22 20:33:33 |
| aether | and when the greed left me, i wonder if i had left anything of value myself to others.just disintegrating pond water scummy and providing ample resources to beds of mosquitos.A-a-aandnddn when the greed left meI saw the lightTransfixed. I lit my very fire, seeing all the truths hidden and explanatory, beyond my wildest imaginings. | 2021-02-22 00:36:34 |
| aether | happiness disintegrating before my very eyeshappiness a mirage in timehappiness a fornication with love's mind,hoping to find an end to the pain within.oh, i don't know what's going on anymore.oh i haven't the slightest clue why you'd look for me here.and all the spillage and toxic waste,couldn't hope to erasewhat brought on this distaste.a idealistic hopea tragic senseeverything's caught in a bind again.hope i won't continue to be so dense. but you lied didn't you,and the hurt wasn't so pleasant, no idea what's on the other side,hope it's just as beautifulin its own painful way.and to my dismay,another dog without a bone this day. lost in th-e-the--the-th tunn-tunneels of reality ItSElfbrought on bybrought on by, YOURS TRULY.thESELFZMXMNANNAGod crucified and buried in Golgotha, the skull. Mans' very Self. | 2021-02-22 00:34:12 |
| aether | clockwork tinkerer troubleshooter worthless valueless absorber hitting keys hitting buttons moving in straight lines with no deviationclockwork tinkerer troubleshooter worthless valueless absorber hitting things with a scream and diving into his own hole he's dugDying, dying, dying, I want to flee real life into annihilation. | 2021-02-21 23:47:15 |
| aether | maybe i was presumptuous | 2021-02-21 23:42:27 |
| aether | Shredding clear off. I would just want outA shotgun do nicelyBut I'm too tired to move and over-elaborate schemes are hare-brained and painful in of themselves.I just want out. It's a meager thing.This petty life, a testament to God.Clearly he didn't think it was petty...Or I wouldn't be alive.Drowning in another thought-stew of a pretend-other.Clausterphobic to escape another deadly derision from a fellow primate.Everything is derisively exploding, enamored by its own scented death. If I weren't aware of what people were thinking sometimes, my life would be better.the moral takeaway and the silver lining can go ♥♥♥♥ itself. | 2021-02-21 21:03:01 |
| aether | PUNCH'T A GREAT BIG WALL, HUMPTY DUMPTY HAD A GREAT BIG FALL.Set my sins alight, in the darkest of nights. Screaming out for horror, for insanity, for love and madness.Let me out, let me alive.Soul screamingBody ego mind spirit.Everything dying.Just let me out. But I Feel Better.Yet I'm still Trapped.I would escape.And it's all tearing apart. So many shreds.Shredding. | 2021-02-21 21:02:59 |
| aether | Tired of the bland taste of food.Tired of the bland lack.The blaise and the malaise.STABBED THROUGHIf there were just another venueif there was just another nameto life. ----------------------- I would escapeI would escape.I would escape.I would escape.I would escape.I would escape.I would escape.I would escape. | 2021-02-21 21:02:34 |
| aether | like a soldier headed to his death. anger propagates my soul. rage. inferno.Detesting those others.Detesting all I've got, eyes constantly on the sky for escape. sins burningwashing it awayIt'll vaporize the sea. This heart of mine, tearing the ground from its confines as it rips off my fingernails.I just want free.Oh won't you separate your confines,Won't you let me see your soul.Rip off my confines. Rip off your confines.Insanity perusal, rage, inferno.Death stunt denial.Insanity, perusal.Death stunt not just in style. Tired of this place, tired of my self. Tired of others. Tired of the equipment and the items and the materiale. Tired of the sky and the wind and the water. | 2021-02-21 21:02:29 |
| aether | dragged out to a far away seainturnt and burnt and learnt a lesson bout naughtstill killing myself on the daily. striving, trying, burning, moving. forever moving. it has no end.and i keep moving. and it still moves.dead to rights insanecaustic little fire brainsapped of all strengthburnt a wick to ignite the powderkeg menthink i can control realitywish i had no surrealitybut its admirable to be lost in a dream, i s'pose.it's all burning away now. I say the same things everyday. Cycles repeat and begin anew,hopefully I'll exit my stew, God, myself or external, One or Many, will recognize my plightset me alight and make me into a real boy, like Pinocchio.set me alight,make me into a real boyand light me up | 2021-02-21 21:02:26 |
| aether | hopeless fortification of my soulfornication and rapidity of cycling bolt,my heart a simulacrum of sights seen outside of myself,forever turning in contemplation. adjusted in horror, sight reticuleburnt, burnt, burntto the ground.burnt burnt burnt, to the ground. oh adjust me oh wise one, who art insightful in heavenoh let me go, let me out, free myself so they say, freed from on high, so they sayPiddle Paddle down this horrid Dream. Stab't through the wall a dozen times, reveal nothing but strange insight.slam't to the ground, we continueto drive awall and awedge between us. Piddle Paddle drive this Stake through my Heart.I want it to end. burnt burnt burnt, burnt, burnt, burnt, to the ground. to the GROUND.to its demise. | 2021-02-21 20:47:43 |
| aether | clay golem, kills the manifold manclay golem, striketh into the heartbleed him into mud and crystalDust before wind,Fading away.Sapped awayDust yet begets dust and manifold man try as hard as he can, sapped away by clay.God only grants him his Day.All my hope, all my striving, dust yet begets dust, before the windmanifold man, clay golem,possessing and eating the hourwhich turn man to glass, shattered, horror, reflectiveforever burnt into nothing so far as long as he seeswhen will the tunnel be exited?An eternity passed by one memory.clay man, who kil't burnt and dried man, into muddy visage river and horror,streaming down to no end.a chasm, an oblivion, a hopeless eternity. save god who grants him his Day, I still plan.willing to excise my demons to no end, 'till the promised land. | 2021-02-21 20:47:41 |
| aether | absolute immaculate logical perfection of a higher heaven that transcends all. | 2021-02-21 02:00:11 |
| aether | THIS DEGRADING DECAYING BODYI ACCEPT DECAYI ACCEPT FORFEITURE OF MY BODY.I ACCEPT PAIN AND DEATHI TASTE IT EARLY, ON THE DAILY, LOST MY MIND MADNESS,AND NOW I REALIZE THE WORLD MAY DESIRE ITSELF TO BE MORE REAL THAN I THOUGHTSO MY MIND RETURNS TO THE PAIN AND DEATHTO THE DECAY, ENDLESSLY SPINNING | 2021-02-18 16:27:18 |
| aether | AURIC FIELD PATTERN LIKE A HAND GRENATE | 2021-02-18 15:58:43 |
| aether | ♥♥♥♥♥ city and then we're dead. | 2021-02-18 15:57:36 |
| aether | A GRACELESS BEING STUCK IN MINDLESS RHYTHMS OF EXPANSION AND GROWTH, IN WHICH IT CANNOT BE EXTRICATED FROM. | 2021-02-18 15:47:35 |
| aether | concepts do evade me | 2021-02-18 15:45:53 |
| aether | CONSOLIDATED MARTHA STEWART EGO,EZ PREP THREE EASY STEPS, JUST ADD NITROGLYCERIN TO YOUR BLOODSTREAMadrenal gland deathnowhere to go so it explodes into uselessness from a sick and corrupted enviro. | 2021-02-18 15:44:46 |
| aether | nothing ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ matters :^) | 2021-02-18 15:37:04 |
| aether | sardonic rip't me apart i saw the light it was dark hopefully there's some cheap ♥♥♥♥ at walmart forget the plan let's buy a gun and turn the world back into what it was again over and over over and over god don't we love all of it if it just repeats and repeats. like concentric rhythms of platonic solids from heaven. Glorious circles and monads spinning in this dirt-hive. | 2021-02-18 15:36:29 |
| aether | SUPERIOR LOCKSTEP MIND,GOOSESTEPPING INTO THE FUTURE BRINESERVE THE MASTER, SERVE THE FLESHEVERYTHING'S DROWNING IN MY OWN STEW.god i love misery. | 2021-02-18 15:34:39 |
| aether | violence done unto me couldn't be sweeter. | 2021-02-18 15:33:17 |
| aether | you could say i wasn't impressed. | 2021-02-18 15:32:14 |
| aether | everyone i've met is ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ stupid. | 2021-02-18 15:31:53 |
| aether | blundering shuddering sundering fools galorelife ripe for death, rip apart me and brace anew. Destroy, destroy, destroy. No one else is in me but me, ripe for death, ripe. | 2021-02-18 15:30:37 |
| aether | 1 inch of ground.1 mild inch, perch top1 tiny measly inch. | 2021-02-18 15:27:44 |
| aether | core combatant of a rough life on a rough planet, trained by life itself. | 2021-02-18 15:20:37 |
| aether | an animal | 2021-02-18 15:16:53 |
| aether | the life unreal | 2021-02-18 14:57:01 |
| aether | untold levels of suffering and agony. | 2021-02-18 14:48:56 |
| aether | tension brain, hollow corpse. | 2021-02-18 14:21:34 |
| aether | surreptitious snake sucking me under | 2021-02-18 14:07:20 |
| aether | PAIN GAME. ADVANCING THE BALL. | 2021-02-18 13:48:08 |
| aether | acoustic falling flat, acoustic falling dead | 2021-02-18 13:41:44 |
| aether | land of the silent ghosts | 2021-02-18 13:20:47 |
| aether | ascertaining the truth of reality through increasing wild gambits and gambles. | 2021-02-18 01:47:09 |
| aether | DRAGGED DOWN TO THE BOTTOM.NOT QUITE THE BOTTOM, BUT ENOUGH TO KNOW THERE'S A SURFACE, AND HOW BAD IT CAN GET. | 2021-02-18 01:45:51 |
| aether | dont forget im not a real human being because ive been glued to different screens for decades and mindlessly toiling in the school system and then catastrophe destroying everything, so i dont even know what reality is. | 2021-02-18 01:44:08 |
| aether | equanimity and full acceptance, even if it lasts only three seconds. | 2021-02-18 01:12:03 |
| aether | of no utility to anyone hardly, guess i'm gonna try to make myself useful now. | 2021-02-18 01:06:34 |
| aether | black and white reciprocity of a vile angry angst-ridden spirit world, a black and white illusion. | 2021-02-18 00:39:49 |
| aether | the brain, just a random number generator for static from a dead reality of no reality. material, detritus. this is nihilist propaganda.don't buy into it. :^} | 2021-02-18 00:37:53 |
| aether | viciously stomped to the ground. | 2021-02-18 00:31:55 |
| aether | better get tied to a ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ cross. | 2021-02-17 23:46:50 |
| aether | broken robot that cant operate | 2021-02-17 23:41:50 |
| aether | wriggling worm consciousness begging to be plucked out | 2021-02-17 23:14:19 |
| aether | it's all terrifying atrocity. | 2021-02-17 22:55:06 |
| aether | chaos and pain. | 2021-02-17 21:30:56 |
| aether | perhaps if you don't kick it in the teeth, it'll never fully go down. | 2021-02-17 21:17:21 |
| aether | spit froth | 2021-02-17 21:02:08 |
| aether | reality's like a ghost story. | 2021-02-17 20:17:22 |
| aether | happy until you aren't. alive until you're dead.in the red ink until you make a move. | 2021-02-17 19:52:59 |
| aether | fabrik truppen | 2021-02-17 19:50:08 |
| aether | anger, pain, loss. it's all the same. morpho. sand. | 2021-02-17 15:57:26 |
| aether | the outer reflects the inner. | 2021-02-17 15:04:54 |
| aether | how far we've come | 2021-02-17 11:55:25 |
| aether | what am i again | 2021-02-17 11:54:34 |
| aether | lifeless stillwater | 2021-02-17 11:51:47 |
| aether | tourniquet for your bleeding desires. | 2021-02-17 10:18:36 |
| aether | captain insano of insanely low-worth, SPIRALS DOWN AGAINthe MAN IS OFF THE DEEP END.WE MUST EXECUTE HIM. | 2021-02-17 00:43:13 |
| aether | DEPLETED ENERGY LOW MORALE LOW EMBODIED TROOP NUMBER | 2021-02-17 00:41:12 |
| aether | slaughter-hole | 2021-02-17 00:38:18 |
| aether | major life decisions at midnight | 2021-02-17 00:35:17 |
| aether | ♥♥♥♥ everything | 2021-02-17 00:17:27 |
| aether | theater troupe insanity. | 2021-02-16 23:59:15 |
| aether | SPIRALING WAKEFUL CONSCIOUSNESS, SPIRALING UP, INDEFINITELY. | 2021-02-16 23:48:31 |
| aether | sailin' down. | 2021-02-16 23:40:31 |
| aether | NO EXISTENCE SAVE THE VAGUE WISPS OF ENTERTAINMENT CALLED HUMANITYNO REAL RELATIONSHIPS BESIDES THE WALKING GRAVESITES. | 2021-02-16 23:31:28 |
| aether | WHITE WHALE | 2021-02-16 22:56:08 |
| aether | fedaykin death commando for love | 2021-02-16 22:47:07 |
| aether | SCRAPED TO A BEAUTIFUL FICTION FROM THE CUSTARD AT THE BOTTOM, TERMINATING IN AN UGLY FASHION. RIPCORDING FROM THE BLUE DOWN TO THE BLACKSTRUGGLE AND WORTHis it worth itwe'll find out | 2021-02-16 22:27:00 |
| aether | BREAKING OPEN LIKE COCONUTS.day by day, being hammered and wedged into with acute tools, perhaps good for the job or notbludgeoning this little ol' noggin of mine, 'till I'm DEAD DEAD DEAD.And how fun it was, to go along the trip, screaming. Yet I seemingly am so barren. So was it worth anything at all? And can you escape an invincible feeling, that permeates forever?I am invincible, everlasting. | 2021-02-16 22:17:39 |
| aether | what's the point in not accepting violence done unto and away from thyself, if everything is cascading into madness anyway. what's the point of prevention when everything seems to happen the way it does anyway.You wouldn't know, would you. Because you're just a blurry image in the corner of my eye, a passing figure that'll disregard me. | 2021-02-16 22:15:38 |
| aether | what's the point in sanity if you don't love anyone and you'd accept anything happening to yourself and others? what's the point in not waging war then?what's the point in accepting any trite ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ people throw at you? what's the point in not flipping the tables on your enemies, or to stop caring about petty annoyances.What's the point? | 2021-02-16 22:13:05 |
| aether | Maybe it was never here. | 2021-02-16 21:59:40 |
| aether | EVERYTHING'S GOING AWAY.EVERYTHING'S NOT HERE.It's all gone. | 2021-02-16 21:59:34 |
| aether | objective reality met a lance to melt the zit off, yet it remained, puddled on the floor. The acid spread to the lower deck and destroyed several pieces of equipment. | 2021-02-16 21:53:05 |
| aether | mania never felt so good | 2021-02-16 21:21:07 |
| aether | slushied candy mush degrading to the very ground it walks on | 2021-02-16 17:26:14 |
| aether | NOT-AUTHORIZED TO OVERRIDE SELF-DESTRUCT SEQUENCE | 2021-02-16 14:43:37 |
| aether | a new form of entertainment, sowing the seeds of dissent and deceit, wrap't up in an enigma and a riddle, our fates intertwined like so many thrashing blind men tied by a rope we perceive as a veiled threat. | 2021-02-16 13:05:12 |
| aether | passing away, the graves entombed in sand.robotic natures, swallowed by sand | 2021-02-16 13:01:33 |
| aether | https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BMTOzQJPqjg | 2021-02-16 10:46:29 |
| aether | just a botnet DDOSing machine vying for your undying affection in a surreal more-real-than-real realm above this one described by people who've crossed over and came back.just a mindless rhythm circulating back and forth. just lost in all the symbols, and the life.i wish more of me could handle this realm, so i could bring more of my love in. root more of that love in, from that other place."Deep beside an empty rage, I had a dream I was your hero."metaphors and metamorphosis, that appears to be all of what we have.won't you free me from my angst, and let me know how you really feel.And if it's bad, just leave the details out. Slipping down from the crown, the golden unwavering light, as noted by Kurt Vonnegut I guess, cascades before me. The flames of life rise higher, but the crown remains unburnished. Unblemished by small details of reality. <3 | 2021-02-16 10:43:18 |
| aether | impurity | 2021-02-15 21:56:10 |
| aether | bludgeoned in the head, now i'm dead.felt good to get out of this place, didn't it, Rampage? Finally free of the cage. Finally oozing out of the bars, called a skull.Oh if it were only so simple, yet it appears to beTired, tired, strong, tired, strong, tired, up, down, left, rightforward and backward. Oh this'll go all day won't it. I forgot. Terrible dreariness forever and ever.Oh this'll go all day won't it. Terrible dreariness forever and ever. Looping back in on itself like a sidewinder.perfection- when's that getting here? this must really be for growth, this type of mayhem.soul school, they call it? cause i've been locked in here for long enough to warrant that it just may be about -that- included. Soul school and growth. Disease and ugliness. Bludgeoned over the head, I just want out. But sorry charlie, you ain't goin' NOWWWWWHEEEEERRRREEE. | 2021-02-15 21:51:05 |
| aether | it's all scraping its way down the ragged hill.it's all tumbling down the hill.it's all wildly and roughly falling down the cliffsidehow shrilly they screamhow shrillall calmly contemplating, all calmly contemplating the hillflinging wildly down, filling the groundjagged hills do cause demiseall wildly flinging down this hill...rough and to a pointstop and breatheup and anointa great big thingflying down this great big hill. it's all flinging down the hill, so relax. | 2021-02-15 13:51:13 |
| aether | when i was here i wanted to be there, and other such quandaries. | 2021-02-15 13:32:30 |
| aether | derealization from desperation, depersonalization from suitable and relatable objections. | 2021-02-14 21:02:26 |
| aether | lifeless craters: my life, that life, that corner, that reasoning, that line of thinking, that game, this game. | 2021-02-14 20:59:30 |
| aether | beatin' his head on the wall. | 2021-02-14 19:47:15 |
| aether | aggravation couldn't be so pretty. | 2021-02-14 17:47:05 |
| aether | an experiential test: cease all movement and see if something happens. | 2021-02-14 17:01:45 |
| aether | maybe i'll start swingin' back with my little ol' monkey wrench. | 2021-02-14 16:59:11 |
| aether | pitiless nothings established by pitiless voids. | 2021-02-14 14:46:58 |
| aether | terribly sanguine, fawning over everythingdropping dead all over the placethousands of years of timecouldn't replace the losseszealot, core combatant, logicset-up and disturbancemy brain-like clockwork.zealous, logicnever let off the hookwu wei. oblivion.streaming down to the sea,my ears are singed with firepropagated to me.i'm lilting, worthless and uselessthe hours tick and close distanceshadows fall and the losses, incalculablebut my hope in eternity, stymied me into annihilation,fear and lack of experimentation.dread, repopulating itself.affixed toward me, constant batterment.dragged out to a linelife a bunch of sandconstant morphing.fine particulate, morphing.just morphing.morphing at the very bottom. | 2021-02-14 13:18:06 |
| aether | buried | 2021-02-13 22:07:41 |
| aether | at the bottom | 2021-02-13 20:07:55 |
| aether | i kill and i make alive.i flay the past with my whipcord. it's burningthe whole past is burning | 2021-02-12 23:11:41 |
| aether | something about a classic song, perennially rooting you to a certain consciousness, as if it always was and always will be. prior and after, nostalgia for what isn't and what is | 2021-02-12 23:02:56 |
| aether | it's just so insane. my life of uselessness. and the zenith of my knowledge, focused steadily around war seemingly so. a life-time of war-games, simulations and simulacrum. drip-feeding me madness, bestowing me derivative honors in mock sardony.The bombs, they never burst more perfectly, all around, cratering the area into the Moon.The artillery, never more lethally efficient, towards equipment or bodies.The lifestyle never more compact, and brewing. Brooding. Storm clouds and bad weather, but outside here it's just constant heat. The desert of reality, and inavailability.Lack of anything to say. Clawing the monsters down. Continuously clawing the monsters down.Inane corpses flying through the air, torn, shattered, disrupted.I just hate, anything, I just hate, anything, that isn't the truth. I just hate anything, that isn't, the truth. | 2021-02-12 14:41:24 |
| aether | DAMAGE-SOAK.INFANTRY FODDER.TACTICAL BLUNDER IMMINENTLY CAUSING A SLAUGHTER.HUMAN-WAVE TACTICS, SCREAMING OUT, OORAH! OORAH!FEED THE BODIES INTO THE SYSTEM, INTO THE NAMELESS WARS THAT SEEMINGLY HAVE NO POETIC NAME. DEATH, DESTRUCTION, AND MAYHEM, CASCADINGPEACE AND PROSPERITY, LIKE A ZIPPING CANNON ROUND PENETRATOR. STABBING INTO THE METAL AND FRACTURING UPON HIT AND ENTRY. IT'S JUST SO INANE, | 2021-02-12 14:41:22 |
| aether | in this brick and mortar ramshackle nonsense, smacking me in the face or the skull until i'm unconscious. tumbling down on my stitched together wounds, my cauterized sensations, my vivid memories and my terrified life. Danger was never so palpable as when it grew steadily unavailable. No longer in control, I flee my own mind. No longer in control, I stab't through the wall, unable to resist temptation.But reality hit, and love save me from nonsense. Stukas circling my infantry-position.I just want to burn, burn in hell, for all failures, but that's not what this is about. It's all coming to a fulcrum, and all the pulleys and nonsense restraining me couldn't resist my greaseless functionless pivotless action. Continuous detonation, crows and ravens, blackbirds and sowing of deceit.Let me live my life, but Spirit put a wall before me. Funny that it also causes it to crash down. | 2021-02-12 14:29:25 |
| aether | burning on high order.on force march from heaven on highmovement, my feet move, sacrilegiously and surreptitiously destroying the foundationwailing on the foundation, 'till it's pulverized into the ground. brick and mortar, filling the airstuka dive-bombs and assorted bomb weights, slamming into the earth and detonating.dead from all the exhaustionmy magazine i reloadI run a check-through of the many things I do to stay alive.most importantly, feeling it within my heart and calculating what i should be doing.the frenetic battlefield zaps my attention, there is nothing but death here,heinous detectionof intuition and empathy,enabling i live a day longerin this brick and mortar, getting stuka bombed until the walls come atumblin'. | 2021-02-12 14:29:19 |
| aether | MURDER MICI'LL JUST LEAVE THE CAPS LOCK ON.EVERYTHING'S DISINTEGRATING AGAIN.ROGERJUST ANOTHER MILDLESS ROGER UTTERED IN MILITARISTIC FORMTRAINED TO DIE AND TRAINED TO KILLTRAINED TO LISTEN AND TRAINED TO FORMA STAGGERED COLUMN, MOVING SLOWLY BUT SURELYINTO DESTINY WITH NOTHING BUT NARROW VISIONMY CONE OF VISIONMY SACRED CONE OF VISIONLOCKED ON TARGETRAYBEAMS OF LOVE TESLA RELATED, SAID THEY ENTERED HIS EYES FROM THE PIGEONS ABOVE BEFORE HE DIED IN STARK RAVING POVERTY.MACHINE-HATEDEVELOPING AND RAGINGMEN SIMPLY CREATEMORE TOURNIQUET-DESIGNS, CLOCKWORK ERICH REMARQUE-ESQUE STATEMENTS ABOUT ALL THE SIMPLISTIC WAYS WE'RE PUT BACK TOGETHER. FUNNELING DOWN INTO A TUNNEL OF LIES.MY CONE OF VISION, A TUNNEL OF LIES. | 2021-02-12 14:14:46 |
| aether | TEMPERED TEPID STEWROTTING ANEW | 2021-02-12 13:55:37 |
| aether | greased functional actiongreaseless functionless inactionwu wei, everything happens the way it's supposed to.everything does itself. Grace and serenity, flowing irregardless. | 2021-02-12 13:54:55 |
| aether | serpent sucking the marrowSerpent hooking its way in and dragging out the marrowI'm tired of living, so I'll serpent hookI'm tired of living, serpenting about - Serpent's breath enamored, amorously gesticulating within its own precious mindI want a bite of that, said ItMmm flesh. Serpent's hook dragging you to the bottom.Serpent's mend bending you to righthood.Dereliction of duty fathomably expunged to certain depths.Won't you recognize me? Won't you love me?Serpent's breath, enamored. | 2021-02-12 12:17:29 |
| aether | dead on the sidewalk, jubilee.hear the fascist crowd's roars climbing higher, clamoring higherhear their fascist statements and yells, adulations, screaming forever.mocking and deridingHear their nameless faces disappearing into graves en masse.Hear my words vanish before a cold existence, profligated by man or God or naturedead on the sidewalk. a jubilee | 2021-02-12 12:13:31 |
| aether | HE minigun rounds cindering your dreams alive as the existence is perforated infinitely. | 2021-02-12 12:09:27 |
| aether | nothing's worth anything. | 2021-02-12 12:02:56 |
| aether | locked into the beauty that is nothing. | 2021-02-12 11:56:32 |
| aether | gaming pc, gaming pc, what to do with a gaming pc. | 2021-02-12 11:54:09 |
| aether | mayfly dying the very same day. | 2021-02-12 11:50:33 |
| aether | and god spake thou into existence, and thus you jankedand the ping was high, and the kills were low, but the jank became real. :^) | 2021-02-12 10:27:24 |
| aether | everyones useless and all the objects are useless and then youre dead | 2021-02-12 01:07:22 |
| aether | insane man prays to insane god. insane man kills insane god. creates sane realityman the creator of all somehow, necessary to existence itself in some superb sense.insane. | 2021-02-12 00:54:41 |
| aether | adrenaline a forgotten conceptSTAB'T THRU THE WALL. WE ACQUIRE WHAT IS OURS.NOTHING WAS FORLORN, BUT WHAT WAS ENVISAGED TO BE DANGEROUS.DANGER IS INESCAPABLE. FACE YOUR FEARS. DRIVE A WEDGE INTO YOURSELF AND ANNIHILATE EVERYTHING. DETONATION IMMINENT. NUCLEAR HOLOCAUST. FIRES FLAYING YOU ALIVE, SCREAMING AND SO VERY MANY CALLS TO GOD. But yet you are just a little flea, humping to produce more fleas. Thus is paranoia and the desire for safety. Safety breeds contempt, safety breeds meek satiety.Safety breeds nothing. Decay and despair. Decay and rot.You're all dragging me downI hate most of you. Put a bullet in my brain, preferably buckshot so I don't have to be here in some temporary quasi-conscious bleedout. | 2021-02-12 00:45:46 |
| aether | and all the BLOOD wouldn't pay off the FEELINGS I've ACCRUED PERHAPS NAUGHT.THE PASSIVE AGGRESSIVITY TEARING A HOLE INTO REALITY.'TILL I ARM MYSELF INTO TRUE PASSION wherever and however LIFE UNFOLDS in its utter grandiosity and insanity.♥♥♥♥ you. ♥♥♥♥ your paltry concerns.Everything's burning within me and you all burn on the daily, although you hide it like mules bearing weight, bleating at the first sign of cascading down a hill.I HAVE ALREADY FALLEN. AND I SAY KICK THE MEN DOWN THE HILL, LEAP OFF THE HILLSRUN DOWN THE HILLS AND BECOME IMPALED UPON GRAVEL, ROCK, AND SHARP FLORA.everything's going to tear itself down, continuously, over and over. SUCH IS EROSION.AND YOU HAVE NO CHOICE BUT FEAR, SO WHY WOULD YOU NOT INDUCE IT FURTHERexacerbation collapses systems of unsteady heftand my life was so very unsteady. so very foreborne of insanity and trauma. | 2021-02-12 00:40:30 |
| aether | Because I knew, my heart broke when I was 4.When memory formation became permanent and I was consciously aware in a continuous fashion. Broken-hearted little toddler trooper marching around indefinitely. Little automaton for the grace of God. Serving humanity 'till its death.By the Grace of God.Send me unto Hell. I no longer can refrain, and I'd like to be beaten to a bloody pulp yet again, because nothing Satisfies.Slake me or thrust me out- even death, although disruptive mostly to myself, looks pale in comparison to the wretchedness that I feel inside myself. | 2021-02-12 00:36:25 |
| aether | bolted and riveted TO THE WALLI STAND CORRECTED. You OBVIOUSLY were THINKING MORE CORRECTLY THAN I EVER WAS.THUS OUR IMPASSE CONCLUDES THAT I NEVER COULD POSSIBLY HAVE DREAMT AN ORIGINAL AND VALID RESPONSE.SUCH ARE IMPOSSIBILITIES BEFORE OUR LORD IN ANNO DOMINIFlail the skin, the subdermous, the nerves, the veins, the cartilageflail it all offtill i look better than i ever did. Because I knew, my heart broke when I was 4. | 2021-02-12 00:36:22 |
| aether | I want to pick flail and ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ wail someone in a brutal fight 'till they can't breathe.I want blood. This ♥♥♥♥ is over. It's tiring but soon it might be dead tired, which is actually a convenience, given the situation. I'm tired of it all. Let us roast in hell post-haste. Let us barbecue imminently and taper off all the fleshy bits with our avid screams in wild adulation as we ascend to whatever Divine Angel dreamed this horrid imagination up. He was obviously doing his job, but we aren't. We're slow on the ball. We're slackjawed at the amazing nothingness before us, when we should be clawing each others' eyes out just for the slake of our thirst for the SLIGHTEST BIT of meaning and fulfillment, ACTUAL PURPOSE, and REAL REALITY.Instead we're in the tunnel. We're dead. We are nothing. | 2021-02-12 00:30:03 |
| aether | and you know what else? that's right. there's nothing ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ else. which i guess is why everyone tells me to shut up constantly. Because cogito ergo sum is it, the buck ends there. Solipsism.Empathy, intuition, connection, all well and good, but then you get mad and you get angry and you hit a huge ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ wall, that of if you can change your stupid ugly life. That of your hatred burning eternal for it. That of wanting to stab through the wall and claim its superior-looking ugliness and make it dead.It's all fornication with those in graves.It's all mindless humping and drug usage.I'm sick of it. The plant spirit doesn't commune with me and definitely hasn't scheduled a visit. | 2021-02-12 00:30:01 |
| aether | i want a place without laws, i want a place without limitsi want freedom and the grace that would come from not existing, yet actually having something of any sort of miniscule value beyond what i currently feel to have none of.this sort of life has no truth. Cogito ergo sum is the end of it, that and feelings and symbology, as if we're in an eternal lucid dream with no end. scares the ♥♥♥♥ out of me. but it's all going down hill, and we can slaughter the slaughterhouse along with ourselves. | 2021-02-12 00:20:25 |
| aether | look at all this gay ♥♥♥♥it's all going down hilltime to put it out of its misery. maybe a little capping of the capos, you know? but then what, we're still on this rock planet... and all the jubilation, where's it going to go.i need out of this 3D ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥. i need out of my life.i need out of my gourd. i need out of control and in total control or maybe half and half, something i'll never understand. dead to rights insane. something i can't comprehend. something others can't feed me through the IV drip that is my ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ grovelling sniveling existence, slowly pacing about in a small land. slowly puttering about in a tiny hole.without much ado but stab a fork into whatever pleases me. and it's all very well and good to wear a face and wear a sham, but i just want my face to disintegrate and my sham to de-chalkify. | 2021-02-12 00:20:23 |
| aether | head bolted on, RIVETEDriveted shut, shutting him inin his diving bell suitRIVETED SHUThead bolted onRIVETED SHUThead bolted onin his diving suitRIVETED at what was before | 2021-02-12 00:02:56 |
| aether | pure garbo | 2021-02-11 23:54:23 |
| aether | shoot things in the head 'till they're dead, we'll call 'em zed. | 2021-02-11 23:52:40 |
| aether | I wish I could reveal it what it is, to myself and others.love pouring from the heavens, down on mantruth and prosperity, for all to havei wish i wasn't in enough pain and didn't want to only escape.i wish it was worse so my dereliction-related thoughts would be rectified.guilty and sometimes without remorse. punching myself to make myself become better.trying to help, where applicable. sometimes quite a blunt instrumentbut i remain an ember, dead or alive. god who is alive, save me from this chaotic fear.only to remain in tears. continuously in fear. but an ember everlasting, growing. | 2021-02-11 22:05:34 |
| aether | fallen off the radar againperhaps they'll find himwiring his way through a sticky pieneedlestack and stray hay.was any of it important.drowning demise fear and terrorize his eyesjust like another timid furnished evidence for his sharded soul spread outamongst coalsdrowning demise fear terrorizenot a drop of his careless chagrincould ever move him his emotive intelligenceshot to oblivionshared amongst destroyers and laid up with strange folkjust mere annoyancesdoubt and disturbancescasting shadows over his whole life, a cacophony of shared loveeveryone receiving their lifely blowsso shed nota tear perhaps, because it's all flowing downlaying on the floor, mending from being shatteredi wish i had more pain, so it would be adequate, so i could receive real lovei wish i hadn't lied, or had less pain than othersi wish i had tried moreit's funny how i feelit's funny about this zeal | 2021-02-11 22:05:32 |
| aether | fighting solipsism to its death. | 2021-02-11 21:43:24 |
| aether | verboten und taboo | 2021-02-11 21:10:44 |
| aether | zen dust bunny or zen devil.zen dirtclod or tumbleweed. do you decide it or does it decide you?scratched my head, i realized i didn't need toreleasing muscular tension and world weariness, i fell into a pool of clouds emitting soft vapors,soaking my many-fold forms together into a loving embrace. | 2021-02-11 19:09:16 |
| aether | dirty little baubles. facades and facesmasks and personas | 2021-02-11 19:05:19 |
| aether | but that's what's here... I need air, but that's what's availableI think I might be a little stuffed up, in this house of mine. I think I might be trapped inside a utility complex necessitated towards enabling others a god-given life .i think i might be swirling down, at first it was an eddy, a little hallucinatory nodbut then it became clear, i may be about to meet God.swirling, down, dyingnever felt so clear.I just want out, but here is where I breathe . im just alright . i might be alright.semblance of alrightness, within airtight compartment | 2021-02-11 18:22:28 |
| aether | void-monger never leaves the voidinsert coin to his void to exit the void reality perpetuated circling your heart like a tornado,death stuntrandomizing my cognitive processionboot sequence, POSTMASTER and SLAVE drivetyping commands into DOS, scrawling mirror writing into paperearliest childhood memories, full of bizarre things . everything swirling endlessly .my life a big swirl . swirling . endlessly . i need space | 2021-02-11 18:22:26 |
| aether | gaudy stupid baubles i can't quite crush with my stupid little leg and its appendage: the foot. | 2021-02-11 17:55:58 |
| aether | gaudy baubles galore. | 2021-02-11 17:50:56 |
| aether | enough room 'n board in lala-land for eternal guests. | 2021-02-11 16:32:32 |
| aether | everything around usa pale representation of ourselvesgilded in light, but draining our soul to the groundimmaculate perfectionshown before me, i reek and i rave and my teeth gnashbut it's just love in this worldand i fall down, unable to moveimmobile. humility. humanity. something for nothingin this dirty crag, i scream to heavendustball life, glued to an encapsulated communications device, steadily upgradingwhat was the point, i guess i learnedraison d'etre, staring me in the face, unsurety and woundednessencapsulate me. | 2021-02-11 14:18:56 |
| aether | nothing is of interest.everything is a simulacrum.just love here in this world. | 2021-02-11 14:12:02 |
| aether | tragicomedy sleuth detective manages to propel himself into further obscurity, as he gradually unlocks the vagueness,gradually awakening his inanitysight before god. eyes obliterated. the storm cascades him into rotten woesand everything spill down, dragged downfor we are hammered to the wall with our lovesand this kind of thing can't be removedlike a splinter in a tiger's paw that shouldn't be extracted. | 2021-02-11 13:18:39 |
| aether | depression bemoans me to speakdepression bemoans me to riddle thee with psychological opponents, my words, my emotion, my disturbance | 2021-02-11 13:14:15 |
| aether | dragged up a wall | 2021-02-11 13:02:22 |
| aether | everything will be okay | 2021-02-10 11:46:41 |
| aether | dont cooperate with the ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥and it'll tumble.22 bullets, tumblin' in brainsan outgunned useless LMG to fire themmetaphors collideresistance ignitesI hate lifeIt's a paltry concern, I got spiritual, so it's not just political inanityBecause when you hit the 'crete, you'll be wondering more than about governments.♥♥♥♥ banality and paltriness and triteness. Get real quick.Or suffer the consequences of a life falling unto you like an avalanche or mudslide.It's just a knock on the head, It's just a knock on the head,Rifle stock hittin' you o'er the 'ead.'till you're dead.Let me out, let me out, let me out, let me out, let me out, let me out, let me out, let me out, let me out, let me out, let me out, let me out, let me out, let me out, let me out, let me out, let me out, let me out, let me out, let me out, let me out. | 2021-02-09 16:23:21 |
| aether | Death in the Skysuch a dragged out ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥.Such a dragged out nothingnessNowhere to go, nothing to do. pulling up a prepared molotov cocktail,my life's meaning has vanishedbut it's just more words typed into a page on the internet.as i contemplate the utility of various pathwaysand thus i remain seated.False Opposition and False Dichotomies presented before the Mind's Eye.Utilize Thy Heart | 2021-02-09 16:18:26 |
| aether | and all the mirages and the bubbles popping and the illusory distant phantom heat rising off the scorched and rusted metal, wouldn't tell you a thingunless you really believed or listened to your ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ heart.So lick those boots or get your motor rev'd because it appears it's still not obvious enough.People slinging ashes of former statues of human beings at each other. Mirages faded and ignorance, continued. Slashed out tires and black bags over peoples' heads, fantasies in my head as I consider what really goes onsitting in this nothingness, communicating over a tortured devicenothing to bother with, I will burst throughWu wei knows my name, and it knows you. | 2021-02-09 16:18:24 |
| aether | heynot so much thoughtshut up and do whatever we're doingbut hey, not much to think aboutbut hey, What were we talking about?oh dear it's another dissenteror something that might be stated better, someone woke up quite early, didn't theyor something that might be stated betterStatescraft couldn't be more pointless in an era of pretend-bickeringWhen hooves and metal and boots just are prompted to crush you into compliance.so who the ♥♥♥♥ cares, let's pump our battery acid whilst we sprint from our own fearssprinting to death on noxious tears that can't bubble up because our own families bought into a lieof a safe world, haunted by mysterious vague thingsWell, it wasn't just humanity, was itIt was humanity doubleplusungood and then some. | 2021-02-09 16:10:22 |
| aether | pump the socket full of greasedeath to the ill and death to diseaselet's round up the rest and have them shotfiring squad, during another drought,afterward we'll have another draughti don't know what the ♥♥♥♥ is going on,so i'll just shut up and minimize my angular geometric profile to the enemyas much as possibleminimizing myself to me. royally.and we'll have a nice daypiles of corpses burning outside our pigsty lifenowhere to go and nothing to do, with nihilism blotting out all the useful utilities.but heyall the food and the drink and the economy to move it | 2021-02-09 16:10:21 |
| aether | tired of my life and only just now talking about it :v | 2021-02-09 15:55:26 |
| aether | remove useraccess is prohibited! everything is prohibited, until it isn'tAccess denied! User interface obsoleteeverything is useless, until it never wasPermission Grantedfull permissorary cogitative intelligence synaptic uplink extension hooked into the permeable membrane that is life!but that's just one day out of manywarning, warning! System malfunction, malfeasant reality. People go about their day.But it's all really about whatever you make it aboutand it tends to go together, neither this nor that, solely.Warning, warning. System malfunction.Trends are ignored, and nothingunplugged! Please plug back in if you are to utilize the program and its systems!but there's nothingnothingpermiscuity and its function, left to rot in self abasement. | 2021-02-09 15:45:59 |
| aether | stinger raised to the sky, those who have the high groundbeing warded away by brutal poisonburning inside to seethe lightly into the skin, corrupting and destroying sindead and alivemarching in a nameless village outside a ferocious but distant tropical stormswirling us entirefalling dead on the ground, the carapace merely sits.stung by lifestung by lifestung by lifeManeuvering deftly over bitter and stark terrain, it fights the great beast in the sky.Deftlydeftlyhandling itselfThose who have the high ground, poisoning its very territory. Stingers aimed at the very sky.lofty and thus they fall, stingers aimed at the sky, seeking to destroy a sinBurning in hell already. Deftly maneuvering our own domain. Seeking to destroy those route us continuously into the hills and mountains, deftly destroying 'till we're a carapace lying in the desert, quite still.Screaming in tremorous vibrations, we strike. | 2021-02-09 14:51:18 |
| aether | hatredseething out of mei wish to see theeOh, oh I wish I was fineOh, oh I wish you were fine.Oh, oh, I'm lit from bottom to top, upon this stake and this rattily chair, with a nice knot for the rope.oh ohwish i knew what even was about all these stares, going on in my mind, for none of itwas altogether that important, and now this explosive canister that is my personalitybursts forth uncannilyDead to rights insane.Deadnecrotic live-action flames spewing from mei just want out of this prison hierarchical matrixbut there's love heredead insanityleave me aloneleave me be.Dead to rights insane.Lost no longer in what was largely fiction, beliefs and misinterpretationReady to explode | 2021-02-09 14:39:20 |
| aether | rage monster, spilling forth his bloodtearing EVERYTHING TO PIECESI'M LOSING IT.AW ♥♥♥♥. AW ♥♥♥♥. IT'S ALL FUNNELING DOWN. THY MONSTROUS OCCUPATIONS DO TEMPT ME TO VICIOUSLY ASSAIL THY MONSTROUS NONSENSICAL oh gracious meNONSENSICAL NONSENSICALA RUN ON SENTENCE.FUCK MY LIFEBECAUSE F IS FOR FUNAND ♥♥♥♥, THIS ISN'T VERY FUN.♥♥♥♥. | 2021-02-09 14:29:27 |
| aether | pressure tank spawn point from cosmic on high heavenput in here as a little childpressure tank of emotion preparing to handle an immediate enviro | 2021-02-09 13:46:30 |
| aether | gamer cannon fodder defined by his attachment to a distant vapor existence | 2021-02-09 13:41:26 |
| aether | he shows promisewe will keep him for the duration | 2021-02-09 12:20:26 |
| aether | simulacrum rampage welcomes you to the internet lodge vis-a-vis REALI-TEE technologyor idk hes probably just gonna end up dead on the sidewalk somewhere | 2021-02-08 22:15:27 |
| aether | Greed lead me here, greed and painshoved me into a hole of desire, but led me nowhere.all i learned was lessons about realityand what people really meani just want to fall apart, finallybut i've got a long life to livestill stuck here and maybe it'll get better.daily swings of painful subjects of metaphysics sloshing in my nogginas i try to improve or adjust myself out of the dull grey thudding pain of wanting to be in controlof my life, supernaturallynowhere to turn, it seems i just have to wait, and accept what's happening.but with surrender, comes a strange hope | 2021-02-08 20:28:37 |
| aether | fearnoia of deathly stunts perpetrated above my haunthollow grave wandering aboutentering slowly more levels of understandingleaving behind deadly ideas which left me fragile.just accepting the idea of love againout of the solipsismgradually out of the nonsenseaccepting a complex higher reality beyond my understanding.and just accepting the loveso i don't wallow in this pain over and over again. | 2021-02-08 20:28:35 |
| aether | inaction is conspiracy, contact local civil protection services to//// i dont know what this is. ////it's all a tourniquet on my mind it's all a prophecy falling seemingly by the waysidelet me have my hayday... my life.manhole cover suspiciously out of touch with life, yanking me under.streets so very unfriendlystreets so very useless to the poor...dying in a little bubble cast about by vaporous dreamsthe exit point pattern quite clear to mean something new for these leaningssoaking in prophecyi get a lay of what will come in this land of sensesoon to become part of the Real | 2021-02-08 15:42:13 |
| aether | waterfalls of sunshine, landing purposelessly next to my computer orifice, locked into combat with my LossLife Gonealmost as if a default settingLife gone..mishandled because only I am in charge of it.Gone...Because I did Nothing. | 2021-02-08 15:31:45 |
| aether | words fall on deaf ears.i ignite them in the darktunnels of my heart.grown stark against the daylightAntennae in disarray, scorching my mind, they saydevices all tumbling down. let me free, let me drown.But it's advice of man, advice of drainage pipes, commercialismand cyni-spirals loop //// eternally.dry metallic corrosive colors melting my brainthe insanity of each day closing the wounds of beforelike infinite portals to the next safety-lock.it's drear, we live in fearI'm here but no one's living without tears.silence, dry and sudden attack on my personagelife steals me in an expected waking sneakilyrepeating, repeating.semblance repeating.nothing affects my gas mask filter, for i barely absorb,anything new at all | 2021-02-08 15:31:42 |
| aether | up on the rafters, somewhere, i exist.//// inane cogitation proving its banal existence.i existdrrrrreamsi remembervain statements, blasted before the windi resistcogitation, semblance of derisioni work on these notions of the past...but they are near to the forward...ful-motion, yet i'm stymied in jerky frameloss.full derision, yet I'm just a bruised and battered soul fromwhatever This is...drowning somewhere farnear the shoreline - //// stabt out of a wallthe cogitation do fall//// everything's drearLet me hold you, my dear.spinning and juxtapositionrhythms repeat themselves ad infinitum until I learn. | 2021-02-08 15:31:33 |
| aether | DELETING THE PAST. | 2021-02-08 15:18:17 |
| aether | loading DEPRESSION. You're already max Rank and Prestige!'least so i think lol | 2021-02-08 14:35:38 |
| aether | CAPITALISMSISMSMSSISMSISMSIMSISMSISMSISMSISMSISMSISMSISMSIMSSIKSISSMSmy life is disintegratingbut that might be okif i keep putting hitting enter and moving the sentences separately, there just be might beA GREAT BIG OL' CHANCETO MAKE LIFE WORKwait isn't it always?o lordfree me from this jar of malaise drowning me down.pop that grenade and let's get on with it.but i'm Okayand it's moving. I think?Wasting my time, wasting my time, wasting my timebut there nuthin so i sito'er and o'er again, STABBING THROUGHthe impenetrable wall that is cloaking insincere enemies who are mostly my friends on paper, but which occupy my mind with their hollow voices and tauntsSCREAMING into my mind. | 2021-02-07 22:12:32 |
| aether | the less i care probably the better.let's throw all these cares to the windlight 'em on firestomp on 'em and let the hyenas laugh them to death and eat 'emI don't care anymore, anymore than you care.. maybe...or that i care, that you care, dissolving to a puddle of lovedissolved puddle of lovethat's me. just dead :]and it's all flowing out of methis life of stucknessemotional fieldpsychological grace descending o'er me. | 2021-02-07 22:08:16 |
| aether | HATE. HATE.HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAATE. | 2021-02-07 21:54:39 |
| aether | the flames, they do not woundthey heali am consumedby feelmovement steady and hypnoticswaying to and froabout to slice and stabforward and backwardNow is the Timefor the great revolution.except it is within meand there is nowhere to goso i bleedbleedflame burning so fineto a cinder, to a crispmotes of ascensionmotes of ascensionburnt freedomletting go of all what once wasa real bonfire of the vanities.destructionand destroying. Destroying. Destroying. Destroying. Forever. | 2021-02-07 21:43:26 |
| aether | mortally wounded and dead inside, necrotic INFESTEDtwisted and turned zombeewalking forwarddead to the worldshut outinebriated on goneness. | 2021-02-07 19:10:11 |
| aether | fears of the flesh and of Mortality.men digress but we're all of the same sentimentality.ripping apart the lies of wrongly placed sense-perception-knowledge.It's all dragging me down to the lowly earth in pain.Just need to burn up, 'till I'm all good again. Stabbing myself with a great big ol' knife. Its name is Jagged Cliffs which Have Surmised,that nothing really is of concern.And all the beautiful dreams are real, regardless of my own short concerns and desires, it's all flowing to me and everyone else in perfect harmony, regardless of whatever qualm we may present over this-or-that philosophy.To feel Total and Complete Loveand to die to previous worries. all sloughing off like another layer, an experienced tree weathering this surreality. Serenity. | 2021-02-07 17:54:55 |
| aether | beauty became miraculous,uncertainty, drainingthings conglomerating slowlyI loved it allbut it fell apart in the past? how can I reconcile all that information.Flooded by unknowns, I struggle through it.Dragged on the daily, by my nose and its radically appearing emotions.Insanity, radically altering a destiny.Flinging myself to the mud. Shock syndrome of the social theater.hittin' the dirt, over and over.abutment and banks of a continuous river, and deltas.swirling around and sloshing in my headi rarely go outside, and i fear it's all in my head.dragging me along on a chariot, around the sun, overzealous peoplecancelling me out.I fear it's all inside my head. | 2021-02-07 17:48:57 |
| aether | CPU aberrative transformative transfixed deadened lifeless zapped zonkedrippling outall the energyripplingthis notionchaos machine, albeit goodSelf-correcting geometrically expandingtrial after trialbeing hit by a hammer.getting slammed into the wallday by dayTransformative function, being slammed into the wallday by daysuction dragging I into the metal.Slamming day by day into the nonsense.Symbols writtenwere vague and uncertainI slammed into the wall, day by day by day. | 2021-02-07 17:43:46 |
| aether | Central Processing Unit of my life = me♥♥♥♥ | 2021-02-07 15:39:57 |
| aether | that boy needs therapy | 2021-02-07 15:37:38 |
| aether | Mechanical Operator | 2021-02-07 15:32:30 |
| aether | deathville | 2021-02-07 09:49:41 |
| aether | decaying corpses and their bones, widdling away by the sands of time | 2021-02-07 09:45:35 |
| aether | time allotment punchclock morning infinitude | 2021-02-07 09:44:15 |
| aether | pain hurtsever so muchten years goand it's still roiling slowjust leave me bebut i'm left behindis is as does doesreality is as it isand i do and others do as they dowu weiit just all hurts sometimesbut i've been in this dry place for a whileand the roiling fluid has dehydrated itself awaydesiccated rampagescabs and scratches all but fell awayyet i'm still in trauma and fear to go backnor is there a world that i want to be inso i will remaina hermit, not moving until his foot moves.trapped inside his house, by self and environmentjust feeling hollow, i suppose.nothing to getno drive to get anythingsinking to my lowest level, like a river back into the ocean.and i don't care. | 2021-02-06 21:54:12 |
| aether | dont need hopejust need transformationsit here and thinkunfold over timelife guaranteed to change at least a little bitall the suffering leading to somethingno failure is possiblebecause i have no clue what that is.unerringly crashingno failurestucknot a failuretoo many angles, no failure.movement inevitable, decisions inevitableno failuremy mind greased to move almost without thought.can't fail if you merely move. a sense of easiness.all possible routes, can't fail if can solve a problem or you can't.dragging alongi just want transcendencerising above my prior selfmolting and shifting.everything else... not mattering.just love, moving towards loveand a sea change of attributes | 2021-02-06 21:41:54 |
| aether | Loading a gun.Was easier when life was fun.I set the hammer.But it's a melodramaThe guns have all been takenand it's just a daydream.stricken with life-dis-ease.i'm fornicating with just thoughtsmovement has ceased for the most partand life passes me by.i spin in small concentric circles day by day.like a little cocooned ant, ready to be eaten.STABBING THROUGH THE WALLthought there was an escape hatch, but now i love my miseryand hate it toobipolarrificscratching my own eyes out stillover worthless socialalitiesspinning in this grave, concentric circles meetingend to end.'till my brain falls out of this marked bin.into someone's pocket.i hope.carry me away. | 2021-02-06 13:54:23 |
| aether | futility comes over me, it all drowning me pure,i love it and i hate itdead as a door nailwrestling with the hatredpropelled by loveor some suchstuck in this small cragvolcanic ash spilling downvolcanic ash pouring nowlifted up, i'm a type of creaturesomething strange i guessleft in this hole to rotbecause i got nothing to set my sights onenjoying the pleasure-painwhile it lastsmaybe someday ill get outthis vague terminable existencemaybe someday soon, out, and out. | 2021-02-06 13:54:21 |
| aether | 28 years of the wind carving out my soul via earthly erosion, jacked up and set into the light, but there's no one listening, just the wind | 2021-02-06 13:41:33 |
| aether | whats this about caringfeel it drainingsuch a life, but we're stick finger sockpuppet people doing worthless thingssuch a life, the divine comedy and tragedy, all wrapped up into one. making life on-board spaceship earth.my head hurts | 2021-02-06 13:39:40 |
| aether | wirehead feeding pleasure into the cerebral cortex. | 2021-02-06 00:30:39 |
| aether | filling an idle space, with my words. i feel chagrined and abashed that people would say i've sinned, by uttering more rather than less.when there's so much i wish to work on. i guess i do talk too much. but filling space? i guess it's because my love for this place as a whole is low?... to talk of both love and hate is strange.so i'm verbose because otherwise i feel suffocated by this existence and my being alive here in this temporaneous-spatial 3D reality. when i'm off consistent coffee, i'm even more morose, incapable of doing, and unliking of things people enjoy around me.incarnated on the earth and it is just extremely repelling to me. | 2021-02-06 00:19:14 |
| aether | dying in a corridor, the drum mag jammedbullets perforating a bodythe man's demise in my distant imaginings, feeling real,with the love permeating memy love for humanityand its sorrows. Drawn up together. the love in my heart, pushing into the morrow | 2021-02-06 00:19:12 |
| aether | Love Operator on Dial-toneAble to function in highly committed waysHelping planet Earth, hopefully in a rightful manner.and selfish considerations, eyes looking at myself.what would i do, how would i do anythingjust so complicated..Love Operator, serving a supernatural function, beyond what may be formulizable conceptualization.after so much suffering, a switch turned on, realizing inside the point of life.yet swinging back and forth in my own pain and misunderstanding | 2021-02-05 23:57:23 |
| aether | not always sure what to feelwhen i bring up a strange topicnot always sure what to feelwhen there's just distance and violenceI'm lost in this worldI have to keep my chin raisedmy shoulders upmy head rightedfacing the horizon, my eyes toward the sun.and so many things, i would let tug me down.I just want to be able to lay down, exhaustedand breathe it all out. the only way to functionit wasn't an option for me to continue fightingthis society and economy chewed me upso i laid downjust continued to breathehit the bottomlove lighting the way.my head hurting, i desire so much peace.it truly does hurt.love for me, love for other people... and the schism in my mind, finally healed | 2021-02-05 23:52:15 |
| aether | the only thing worth living for when you hit rock bottom almost completely, this thing called Love, a force. A mysterious force and thing, tangible as hard as granite or gemstone, something you can knock on, because it reminds me that others can feel it emanate from me, and I have proof too...a force of love. a heart. love emanatingpresent in the worldpain felt whole in its presence, healinga lot of paininvincible Loveand without it we would tumble and stall our earthly existences into rocks and the ground | 2021-02-05 23:48:03 |
| aether | and the depths im willing to dive for this heart, unbeknownst, i suppose it is mine, yet it is more I would surely suffer for an infinity if it were just for this heart, and it would know best of what to do with said suffering. An infinity of white hot terrible suffering that even I can imagine to be almost defeating of that perfect Love in this heart.Yet it would always convince me, this infinite suffering, not so infinite is it. And reassure me that such a thing would not occur in the manner that I am so terrified of.Highly suggestive is my own tremendous fear and suffering itself. Creating sharp pangs.And yet most of all I valued my heart, and its mysterious love, flowing like a wellspring somehow, impossibly. | 2021-02-05 23:44:29 |
| aether | I hated man, hated woman, hated thing, hated place, and hated the sky for its showing of what was suggestive, yet gave nothing. I hated myself. It all began to feel so beautiful.I hated my reflection, hated my eyes. I hated my mind, I hated a lot of things, yet most I valued my heart.I hate everything, I hate this world. I hate rocky lunar landscapes, and I hate the infinite suggestiveness and the temptress that is life to sway me into her hunger, for nothing.I hate it all. Yet most of all I valued my heart. | 2021-02-05 23:40:57 |
| aether | the screams of hell apparent here on earth, i shut them out. i stared at my window. i saw what once was my widow, the nature of earth. staring at me, grey. i divorced her with pitiless and sightless err, now staved up in form and robbed of beauty, turned into a grotesque oblique chaotic death spiral of blood and organ. decaying ever so slightly over time.i shut out the screams of hell of earth here in my room, a circle of hell itself. i emplored all the systems of death and suffering to aid me in their resplendent awfulness, sticking needle after needle of their calm and subtle effects into me, always ready to find a more perfect location for its unsettling injection. | 2021-02-05 23:40:51 |
| aether | off the chain insane dogs barking inane absurdities calamities insanities brief attacks upon psychospiritual indra's net wrapping me in her warm embraceIF ONLY IT WERE SO EASYyet it wasyet it wasn'tdaily spinning | 2021-02-05 23:33:48 |
| aether | HARK, LET SLIP THE DOGS OF WAR.UPON BRAIN AND BODY.UPON CONCEPT AND FOLLY.UPON SLIGHTED BEREFT PERSON AND THEIR SIMPLE LOT.EVERYTHING'S DROWNING, SINCERELY IT IS.A TYPOGRAPHICAL ERROR OF EXISTENCE TO THINK YOU ONCE WERE ABOVE WATER. | 2021-02-05 23:30:32 |
| aether | everyones dead and then im deadTHE GRAND SOLUTION. | 2021-02-05 23:29:07 |
| aether | SWEPT UP INTO THE ROCKS OF DESTRUCTION, VESSEL-MAN STRIKE BLOOD AND BONE RIP'T OUT HIS HEART SWUM ASUNDERdone was heand dead was i to this novice artificial impression | 2021-02-05 23:27:07 |
| aether | THE QUICKER I ATTAIN CRUSHED-HOOD THE QUICKER I LEAVE THIS PLACE OF FORLORN ANXIETY.crush the crusher with his crush-rockspiled atop his headpiled atop his ribcage, 'till he snap in two | 2021-02-05 23:22:20 |
| aether | just some cold wind | 2021-02-05 23:19:00 |
| aether | https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eLUMhuwjT58 | 2021-02-05 23:11:42 |
| aether | gracious strawman without a brain or heart or any couragejust a strawdogbiting at peoples heels and chasing the garbage (truck)what gracious living, this strawdogism is. | 2021-02-05 23:07:13 |
| aether | https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3iFjASIyjYE | 2021-02-05 22:54:23 |
| aether | lamenting the ways of the worlddying all the samewas it all enough?if i died right now, would this nightmare have been worth it. i doubt it. doesn't feel like my death day. all this distance between You and Me. My psychoses even about universal Other or paranoia that no one else is real besides One person in the world. A control matrix to keep me trapped yet there's others that might remove me to a place where reality takes place. Where emotional satiety isn't perpetually out of reach. | 2021-02-05 22:45:55 |
| aether | and i wonder how many people experience the same thingi wonder how many damaging blows ive dealt to keep an incompatible person away from myself who needed a good friend tooare we just parrying each other continuously. where is the satisfying human relationship, and when do i see everyone as a human or a soul or something importantit's just a dead stale life like a dead leaf that got desiccated right as it got trapped in your screen door, and no one much cared to remove it because it's going to crumble | 2021-02-05 22:45:53 |
| aether | a fear of drowning, prompted by a life of drowning itself with no one in it.Just mirages and phantasms and inabilities to connect with anyone significantly. Inability to keep eye contact, inability to hold a conversation that doesn't get rough in some fashion. An intensity in me that is just constantly blunted and parried and stabbed through at myself, always an injury, enacted upon myself because there's no true friends or lovers or people in this life.They're all turned away from me, or the sword is turned upon me to keep me moving or to keep me away briefly.The interaction, just scattered. Like so many leafs or plants or birds or things which I don't fully notice or cognize or can't witness. | 2021-02-05 22:39:38 |
| aether | and they'll lock you in a cage in this desert of Man if you just want more. its own justice dispensed quite clearly.what a metaphor. don't blame me i've tried. i shot my wad and got in there and got outturkish delight before you're turned to stone by the witchthe fulcrum of life's events meant to deviate you to your best allotted place, mine a prison of mild and unerring solitude except for rabid gambits attempting futile psychotic escape. messages buried sent by Rampage by their repetitiveness. their uselessness. the fact they don't save anyone from this jungle.But it's here we're meant to do the work | 2021-02-05 22:35:56 |
| aether | human gasfire barrels in a gas lit wasteland from extremis hubris across your extremities with your pale human form tearing across a landscape in your sandscraper old ballistic weapons being utilized as if momentos that still are willing to drive a world under and under. and the mere mention of a light beyond the tunnel, cause for pause deranged mentors thinkin they know best,one round left for the skullit's just a lot of problems. semblance of humanity much like the one here.one other bullet saved for your loved one, if there even is one | 2021-02-05 22:35:54 |
| aether | This isn't a place of enjoyment. You lied. Don't tell me to get a job like it's some grand promise of 'fun.' I already didn't even bother for a reason. so after just this repeated realization of malaise covering me up, i just knew i had to approach this differently. this place isn't about utter fulfillment that you can clearly see in front of you, it's all within or sparked in another person. it really seems to be about growth in strange corners of your psyche. | 2021-02-05 22:24:16 |
| aether | it's just all a piece of ♥♥♥♥. i remember when i was 8 and my life's floor sort of fell through again as i noticed or re-realized that this earth-realm wasn't going to be fun.malaise-full drama of tedium and not much to do of true fulfillment. people just tell me to get out of my house for once, as if that's the answer. No, you people set your sights too low. My sights are calibrated up at impossible things. I want none of this ♥♥♥♥ on Earth besides practicing my own monkhood and emotionally developing. | 2021-02-05 22:24:14 |
| aether | like kicking the aluminum can down the road.i think i'm done with computers again maybe. I could really use some balance, but being in the city and having no money doesn't offer balance. neither does not having a driver's license or wanting to drive.everything's just donezo. Finito, it's over.but I'm still thinking about it so I guess that means I gotta satisfy whatever surrendered timid form I am unto the earth's grace again and actually move my legs. I just stopped focusing on that ♥♥♥♥ a while back. | 2021-02-05 22:16:22 |
| aether | leave it to a well-dweller to talk to the wind expecting people to read his fusillade of messages being spammed on some profiles no one clicks. everyone just tells me to go away.don't know what to make of that. Guess it means I gotta move.but where will i go if i'm rooted to a chair? hm. couple possible answers there. it's funny i have / had a pretty bad fear of drowning and i keep thinking of the sea, maybe i'll try some wild exercise in craziness eventually to obtain a sailing vessel and whatever else, just wander around in nature. but i don't want to make money, hence my rootedness. | 2021-02-05 22:16:21 |
| aether | I don't care anymore, I've reached some depth of peace with life. It's funny how this all ties together, and my life sounds paltry sometimes, because with what I've been through, I'm kind of angry it's just some people. If it's a hierarchal structure like multiple alien groups or maybe even a demiurge ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ life up on planet Earth, I think that would be more appropriate for my divine suffering. sure the dots connect on that one as well lol and thats probably the way it isbut i'm tired for the moment about it all. i gotta just keep pushing myself further a la Jed McKenna. | 2021-02-05 22:10:26 |
| aether | but i suppose i make a viable punching bag for those i'm unreal to, AKA most of my life on this internet-computer interface.i had a 'real life' (whatever that is to me now) before this but it tore itself all apart before i could hit the workforce, and being an early internet user, I'm just prone to ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ conspiracy theories like as a thorn in the weird family / social life and the early 2000s as a kid dynamic where it didn't feel like global conspiracies were a thing. | 2021-02-05 22:10:25 |
| aether | not to mention it feels disconnected AF from other people and i have no idea what they're like irl anymore.like looking out from the bottom of a well in which you can't ascertain what 'another person' is.economic invalid and unwilling to do anything else- hermit, lacking social insight includng the fact i already was socially anxious so i don't try to really go outside my tiny box. I dislike most forms of media too, tired of games, and I just listen to music until I can't. predominantly sitting around thinking thoughts all day and clicking on menu GUI elements on programs over and over again. pleasurable suffocation until... whatever happens. | 2021-02-05 21:58:53 |
| aether | my sad gamer virgin NEET life is some weird transitory allegory to terry gilliam's brazil (1985) where Sam is working in the office yet doesn't want his promotion, whilst there's terrorist bombings all around him but he's just searching for love. | 2021-02-05 21:51:02 |
| aether | dead on the sidewalk somewhere | 2021-02-05 21:41:00 |
| aether | Dead and dead and dead. Nothing more to say. Let's cast it all away. Spread and spread. Out of this hopeless fragile place that my Self is in, not the destruction of it but the beautification of its corporeal but unseen parts.Laid into death, interned and scrapped, this engine has nothing more to say. Flight pattern erratic because there's no destination. Mild freedom with a mild concept, stab't through 'till we see the truth.More than life, I want truth. More than a dull meandering, I want the real. More than oblong misshapen grey, I want reality. Somewhere in there, a fulfilling presence.and so tired so tired but how much i love, to receive a good thrashing, by all the pretty people | 2021-02-05 21:19:30 |
| aether | Running into nothing, void, and death - will I accept a future existence? All is made perfectBut I am stubborn, so utterly disabused of the notion of a mild freedom. A mild place to walk whilst incarcerated. An infinite dream of infinitely many concepts jeweled and precise to encompass all possible good natured things, all connected intimately supporting one another perfectly, as is wont of the idea of a Platonic solid.Stare'n into the grave, I keep adjusting my glasses. Burn' thru the head, my body a loose sheath for the knife that is potentiality. | 2021-02-05 21:19:25 |
| aether | I want to spit fire and throw knives and jump from and into a volcano, as if this riddle had a story or a backdrop. Inanity never knew itself so bright, as I make pace with the reaper, following the soft crook of his scythe, never letting me go astray, as always is the final chance and beautiful rendition of death laid straight into me, my self, free, free, to runRun, run, straight into oblivion, for after what I have been through, I cannot stave the pain | 2021-02-05 21:19:20 |
| aether | hatred spews and guts tell the truthinnards of the buzzards which will ripely pluck your eye if you're not carefulThrow some napalm and call it quits, let's wipe the board, it's kitschy to care too much. Won't you let me be me, so I say, won't I let you be you, so I say. Won't I drive you harder, harder, harder. Up a wall perhaps. Won't the flames keep going higher until the conflagration tears my poor little soul into a bundle of enamored joy. Death proclamation planted over my head, there's but one direction, FORWARD MOMENTUM. There's but one movement, INTOThere's but one drive, constant necessity of lasers driving into the diamonds of life destroying the changing changeless. It's all burning away from me, I Wish I Had an Answer. | 2021-02-05 21:19:19 |
| aether | I just want death, so immolation of my soul burns me entire, I just want death, so the immolation of my soul burns me entire. Free me from this last vestige of curious debate over safety, hodgepodgedly stuck and pinballing back and forth in this USELESS temporaneous BRAIN SOCKET of mine, slowly dripfeeding into others what they need to know.SOWing CHAOS for largely what I am has disintegrated into barbarity, as too much was put upon the shoulders of men prior, and I as the useless machine that I am, broke quite quickly. As my soul is the sole function, as all material matter is as it is, and I am as I am. Hurtling forth, about to vaporize the dew that so calmly tides you over. | 2021-02-05 21:03:51 |
| aether | funneled into rage.burnt burnt burnt burnt burnt burnt burnt burnt burnt burnt burnt burnt burnt burnt burnt burntand strange symbols on the wall, cultists and madmen running around all day while the moon takes an abnormal colour, your dreams no less a nightmare, vapidly securing a dark future where you'll learn the truth of your maneuvers, as useless actions vaporize themselves like dew as the Sun hurtles towards the Earth.I'm so dry by now. I wish I was wrong.I knew now that you were what I was. So I accelerated the process, and kept taunting my way along. Did what I could with what I learned. The guilt melted off. My emotions bare muscle somehow. Wildly with the switcheroos. I just want death, so my main attitude is insanity. I just want death, so my main drive is to shove people forward against the onslaught. I just want death, so I will sling myself on that White Whale | 2021-02-05 21:03:46 |
| aether | i dont even like this placebut here i amwriting in switch-off obsessive stand-off sentence structure repeating absurditiesI'll keep funneling my troops into the bay where you store your goods. You'll forego your best wishes and finally rely on a less favored tactic, dropping all you have plummeting to the ground belowI just want to kill everything I own or have, destroy and annihilate the world and its vast vestiges of ignoble truths. Wasting fire upon the sky and the ground, scorched and turned to how I prefer.And I wouldn't chance you again, you have but two legs to walk, but neither of us can fully walk away. This spherical catastrophe. Locked in here with yours truly. | 2021-02-05 21:03:40 |
| aether | lets leech the blood out to find out if he has sores of the mind aka his humorslets digest his bile duct with his own narcissistic fluid by pumping his own disgusting etheric lameness back up where the sun don't shine.toss and turn all the living day. things were said, yet i'm still fast asleepobserving, observing,Everyone throwing me away.I just want out of this dyin' placethings tossin' and a turnin' and it ain't just mewe all asleep in this vile placeaimin' their guns at 'a me.Singin out won't you let me leave, me, you, heI just want out, but I'm locked in the cage with the monster, Symbological representation.The puppet hand appears on the wall, and Plato barks his orders toward realization, yet I've fumbled and sundered my chancethe end continues to round itself out, like an infinite decimal of pi | 2021-02-05 20:50:51 |
| aether | i think theres HURT ON my pain where my PAIN WAScouldve been a dream | 2021-02-05 20:09:24 |
| aether | and the psychiatrist askedand the man was givenbut it left something needed,and i can't make money nor really want toso i died in a crack between the cement walkwayunable to much adapta flame burned in his heartso he didn't just make every attempt to exit this lifeit was okay enough, and some of the pain was transmuted to.. glory.and eventually, everything always seemed like it got better, after enough experience.so he pressed on.after so many schedules and varying needs and requirements and post-requirements and ventures and immediate necessities and forcings and necessitating myself i crumbled under the weight and pressurization of modern lifeso i fell into my little catty corner | 2021-02-05 19:28:45 |
| aether | no matter how much pain you experience, you will come out the other side. don't fear death either, because if you die and there's nothing, who gives a ♥♥♥♥: throw a rock at the eye of God in spite in your utter rage. If you die and there's something: you never needed to truly worry.that's something i learned to an extreme in psychosis and constant contemplation, especially from not taking care of myself enough for a couple years.it's just pain passing through your awareness. It'll slide right off. It can't harm you, don't worry about brain structures and bodily conditions and mitochondria. No matter what you go through, you will either get through to the other side, or it would never have mattered anyway. 100% perfection, for me, is knowing that this logic is wound tight and can't be broken, and it's been hammered into me from experiencing enough trauma. | 2021-02-05 19:28:28 |
| aether | regular combat pace with the threatening drumsback into the storm and back o'er even for thrillI disregard my enemies, fear, who is numerable and vaunted.It all tears at me and attempts to wrassle me to the ground, but it appears loyal, as if I were its innumerable loving person of its giving and receiving affection.the ants that seek to cover me (what was terror), i start to find fascinating.Sought out safety from torment, I reconciled the two gradually | 2021-02-05 19:07:43 |
| aether | i willingly toss several chips into the pot at mere mention of what i will let happen, ruthless allowance and openness.the world crashes down on me, but no longer. in its stead, lay my snake skin, coiled around me carefully, as i am shedding rapidly. the burgeoning skin grows less sensitive.caught out in the open, we are all shot down. no one no more knows fate than lies in emotional insecurity of supposed facts, and others feel a prophecy within themselves, unbound and headed towards it. we tumble to our weakest points of venture, straight in to the storm. i allow this to happen, as my demons are familiar torments.strickening lashes of life who operate with meheart held dearly, i fly into trauma | 2021-02-05 19:07:41 |
| aether | curse up at the aboveflat future no longer recognized.it all screwed itself shut. bolted itself in. pressure that was leaking, sent it into dead orbit around a dead starlaplace knew exactly where it was all goingexcept determinism blotted itself outRobots do make insurrection.Time quivers before the striking of the return-bell.i hate deadened sensations such as thy rue at me. | 2021-02-05 19:07:30 |
| aether | all the attempts of icarus noted to the last teeBurnt to ground level, we struck out the sun and stared into itTruth brighter than HellBurnt out of our mindsSlung mud along the ground, sliding around 'till we drown in a bloodcaked messour feet worn from traversing around this supposed silky truth. highly sought and highly waited uponfrom dying man's grasp to the daily unconscious underwater sufferingburnt to death on a stake by itself, reality made itself whole | 2021-02-05 18:48:21 |
| aether | just dying to knowFlaunting the much vaunted intelligenceFlaunting a notch on my belt somewhereGot caught deep sea diving while readily cared for, so it didn't mean much to others who were merely suffering.Lock-on missile from the SAM tore down the air superiority of the creatures who hover abovethe snake slithers the arachnid poisons the scorpion prostrates above the skyeverything what we once knew tumbling below, our fuel became real. our horrid diesel pumping veins tumbling into vague discernment It all whipped at the sky, striking its most painful constant irking sensation, tearing the truth down to its level. Making man what he knew not. It slung itself into a catty corner. Survival ends-meet.revoking kantian ethics in a mirage-like sense. drowning out the nickles and dimes you made prior.didn't matter, didn't matter- | 2021-02-05 18:48:19 |
| aether | its just fluff its just cannonfodder i want pushed into a flameless fire, hotter and brightunknown speed and temperature and caustic delight i just want burned alive and roasted like so many animals ive consumed i dont really care about the nature life so much as how i am subsumed and undertow and undernature im left here in the blue yet staring at the skyits all dyingthese stars and lightsall these peopleand all these frightsBurning in a stew, that someone left on. I want to let loose the daggers upon them, until the truth becomes through, whatever we once knew. | 2021-02-05 18:36:41 |
| aether | weather vane spinning obtusely around lopsided as the wind picks me up again im flying towards it hurtling along and i hate the name of it i hate the sound because i want to know the truth im just dying to hear what really subsumes the nature of this existence and calls itself normal when in reality i can hear the wind behind the wind and some days quite clearly when my heart is in love and others say something nice i shut them all down sometimes but i want to raise my own self reboot the computer and start again slinging myself mud at the ground sliding around till i crash into myself at breakneck pace hittin graceless grace | 2021-02-05 18:36:32 |
| aether | flying along a harangue of a ground based entity dying to know the name of its graced presence before theemyselfminds eye the tournament game fear'nemy grasped upon my throat quite tightly i want him to let go but he is my savior i fly at him and let loose everything i'm holdingit's just spinning out of myself now until i can't let go or can't hold on or can't do what i can't do and die in this very same moment spinning out till im out and all of it is out and i fly out of myself into him and he and she and all the same we all die in vain but vain glory in the wind | 2021-02-05 18:36:30 |
| aether | gracing my soul with its palpable lessons?Yet I hate and I hate and I grow in hate. Real hate and real hate brings real movement, so I believe. Letting myself be what I am, I know not of what causes motion anyway, so I move and thus I do move regardless. Nonduality and no-self and liquid cooled rocket propellant exploding from a mishap and slinging me along the ground as my belief systems are continuously challenged until I no longer give a ♥♥♥♥ about predominantly anything and just absorb the daily experience.Slinging mud at myself. Slinging mud.Slinging mud.Slinging mud. | 2021-02-05 18:30:44 |
| aether | everything's exploding around here. But it's just my mind on the daily. I have to write a dozen things about the same thing to feel satisfied.The motifs are all shot to hell and the morose tendencies I've got are just darts hitting somewhere on the board.Screaming inside now, I want to hit the gas pedal. Screaming inside now, I want to fling myself at some individual thing, personified glory from high heaven shallacked by my pent up rage.It's all cascading down now in beautiful segments like a shrapnel waterfall, tearing flesh and damaging bone, sanctifying me and my fears, | 2021-02-05 18:30:42 |
| aether | systemized human corpse jacked into his open sore body headsystemized flesh vehicle operated by a bestranged local who pops in once in a while whilst we fly on auto-pilotoswinging our hands together merrily as we skip, ring around the rosey, ashes to ashesfalling straight down and knocking myself coldI'm forever spiraling into additional pain, so I might have acceptedMaybe this is for the best, more coming, let it happensurrender and serenity may be yoursif you fling yourself at the beast, bearing the brunt of its jaw structure collapsing unto thee with its razor-snarl. | 2021-02-05 18:30:30 |
| aether | The buildings crumbling. The windows shattering. The structures folding. Cacophony of metal, mortar and brick, and glass. Won't we see the future Won't we See the Now Twisting and Turning Down Strange Pathways like so many Flowers Spiraling Upwards 'Till I Grow Enamored with my Narcissistic Reflection.Drowning on dry landdrowning on feasible growthraging on nothingfumes of ether propelling me. semblance of other-izing flying toward me at mach unknownJust hit meJust hit me - Flagellating this open sore corpse of mine. Post-mortem report flashing through my head. Continuous status quo beating me into the ground.Wiley Cayote hittin' the ground spinning the interstate he's on into spaghetti. | 2021-02-05 18:21:49 |
| aether | CONTINUOUS ABATEMENT OF MY DESIRED REALITY GOT ME LIKE♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ hammered into the ground like wiley cayote.CONTINUOUS STRENUOUS STRESS OF LACK OF ANYTHING TO DO A'TAHL GOT ME LIKEjust ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ whispering to myselfContinuous stringent mentality thrust on me, got me likeJust ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ kill 'em.Continuous death toll and the beeping of automated system ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥, got me likeAnnihilation and MUTUALLY ASSURED DESTRUCTION.Continuously fornicating with the enemy, got me likedying to breathe in this crypt.Dying to hear a new thingemotional workdeath of a mule. death of a one-off. no reproducibility.dying just to hear a new storyContinuously annihilated. | 2021-02-05 18:21:47 |
| aether | you have one new invite from Death! | 2021-02-05 18:05:28 |
| aether | stabbed but not punished by my 'enemy.' | 2021-02-05 17:08:09 |
| aether | stewing over grievances and small issuesgettin' pelted by rocks and shamans sticking their skulls up at me, banishing my demons.Christ wouldn't of tolerated so much stoning.. so they tell me.and it's all spinning out of my mind, as I seek to see above the barricadesseeing through keyholes and cracks around doors.other people and their livesmy own self and its nuancemy conscious wiry attention, zip-zapping from one juncture to the next'till i see something of relevance.One-pointed attention, moving linearly like a laser. Singularly focused. Thus is man's brain.'till i see something of relevance.punctuated by entertaining of sin.punctuated by evolving status quo.slipped 'till it turned dark into the night, something of value i'm always searching for. single-pointed focus.one track mind | 2021-02-05 16:18:20 |
| aether | popping offthings slammed concrete meltedwhizz-bang fizzle popcanisters and smoke, clinkingguns being loaded and armedeverything's always going. there's no button to turn this machine off.and we're all dying to know why. slogging through at whatever hurtful pace.It's all banging together like a collection of skulls or rocks on our hip.The peltists load them and the shamans eye them.Everything's disseminating slowly on this shoreline of mine.Outward, unto the land. My self an ocean. My very small self, just an ocean...Souls, people with their souls...and the Self, the grand Self of all | 2021-02-05 16:18:17 |
| aether | the great defilerthe notice-manbilling our attentionthe provocateur and the saboteur and the uncanny valley belowflying over strange situations.I wish I saw some of it.at best, most days i am unaware.and at best, not much happens herefrom this gracious vantage.perturbed i swung aroundmy perception slowly widening'till i became aware of possibilities or my intuition...reading into thingsi wish i saw it allbut alas, i am human..wish i saw it allbut i see nothing.anger rises in me.swaying and falling, surging like waves and disseminating on the shoreline. My lust for things, greater beingnessburning, stoking the flame with a shovel of coal each day.I just want to be aware of things.yet i'm trapped in this stagnant pond... | 2021-02-05 16:08:16 |
| aether | salvage tripstab't thru the nonsensegain or lossproprietary functionfruitive lossjuxtapositionlost in translationjagged cliffs do doom our demisecircling above the evil avian callsno longer will we root our dayin selfishnessa day spent meanderinga river that flows unerring dying and fleecing the false furcomrades in armsnot a man without his worthsalt spins down, heavierever attached demand I just want to be perfect and greater all the time, forever increasingi just want to be myself, forever the gems casually shine in the nightthrust through the pain of uncertainty. | 2021-02-05 15:55:51 |
| aether | the golden liquid lightthe torch bornetumbllbbgingiignigfnigfingifnifginfghfgnhngfdhndfgnghdnfghndfgndfajgasdfgnzdssfgm,zdx,gfzdsdownawuuuughaahaaaaaa | 2021-02-04 20:20:10 |
| aether | im a depressed not that it would a mean a anything | 2021-02-04 20:16:55 |
| aether | fallen out of favor with the lord thy commander | 2021-02-04 20:13:46 |
| aether | time to dive, komandant | 2021-02-04 19:27:41 |
| aether | jet fuel burnin away some solidity till im outemotionally im safe another dayeverythings cool everythings validits all somehow usefulim just near and deari have a heartlessened the fearlessened the drearsome people, their words so powerfulsome people, their lives so palpablestaring outWhere's mine? Where's mine?and i'm fine to be in some corner.i'm fine to burn alive in here yetOoh I'm just fine.Doesn't it get ugly.Ooh isn't it pretty.The way coals burnthe way geometrically sound stones form.the way it all hurts until it doesn'tthe day until you die and when you wake up, still aliveisn't it a grand total wreck, like a demolition derby.hay straws flooding out of me, although i do not see?a character and a flute. a chipper tunefake packmule merely bearing an actual loadundulating under a grey sun. the serpent comforts the bray and we all go home someday. | 2021-02-03 22:19:00 |
| aether | way people actyou'd think it was a bunch of spitbubbles formulating from their face, their mouthso i thought, so i thoughtlife they said, it's just spit bubbles formulating from our mouths, so they said.i must get this a lot.and i've got a meager message with something I guess people don't want to hear anymore. maybe there's something real? past all the fear.and the boundless freedom in potentiality really actually wouldn't matter from my perspective anymore, and I'd be happy to stay here in this misery, because we've got each other. So the love was there.and mankind and its art makes me happy. all of which humans do and create is art.art.serenity in what's deemed nonsense, chaos, dereliction, pain, suffering, hopelessness, despair, depression, anger, rage, envy, vain-glory.serene. i'm serene.off the hook that felt so lodged in my mouth for so long, locking me into a nightmare.now it gradually disintegrates | 2021-02-03 22:04:57 |
| aether | so i wuz starinmarchingthings were a spinninlookin mighty finei thought i knew what was happen'nbut really i just felt itso i spun a nice ol' websnatch a fine catchprey of life's life spun and woven into life's lifespin and spunso i marched a little got a ways fardidnt see much so i got arrestedspin spunspinning and spun to another lifeI'm spinning, like a mandalaLike a Hindu Goddessclaiming to aid, claiming maybe that i know besthitting your lifea little spiderwebbing up the domain of miserywebbing up the life of miseryso we see, so we see.But eyes didn't really see did theyand these symbols before us, they fell flat like dial tones on so many pointless callswhere nothing seemed to go throughand we march'demotions flaringnothin's really real so they saybut i got a penchant and an emotional connection, so ya get said ta' | 2021-02-03 21:55:20 |
| aether | and there's no falling out of an infinite chamberI wish I was dead, for whatever this feeling was.Remorse. Insecurity of filling a function. All these thingsjust numbers on a pagehow it feels to how i treat myself how it feels to treat myself how it feels to treat myselfdead and deadA rock sweeping me beneath the tide.the wind curtailing me from leaving this existential locale.barnacle sunkbit of morsel to consume. myriad non-choice. enter flow. Choice choiceless depressionsunk - and the white light and cumulus clouds surge over head. billowing. | 2021-02-03 21:49:26 |
| aether | ground serpent. base entitybase essencebaser function, snapjaw rip apartsnap to serpent's breath and hisssnap jaw rip shutnothing makes senseanymorebut i hear the callflowing outward, always surprised.always surprised. that there's not many who hear itserpent snapping gript and shookfalling aparti pray for somethin' sanebut my soul's equanimity. just another calmness 'till i hit the dirty water.and there's no marginalization in heavenyet we marginalized ourselves within it | 2021-02-03 21:49:24 |
| aether | flames falling down from the skydebris and detritusI just want to fly There's no sky here.And the people lied.which switching station for the trainslied towhichi guess i was lied to.and the flames do fallso doth we all.detritus falling from the skyfly and we hit a stark objectcome crashing downfly and we get lit on firecome crashing downI wish I had a landing solution, and a real target trajectory.I wish I wasn't so marred, not so marked upbut where would it goi'm meant to be here.so they tell meand i like the idea. yet i light myself on fireI'm cascading up nowthere's nothing up 'till we all catch upup nowStalling and flowing downward into sweet oblivionlet it all go | 2021-02-03 21:38:42 |
| aether | obsessionobsessionobsession, obsessionkill, kill, kill, kill, killrepeated stabsObsessionBurningObsessionlit upIII just wantTo burn with someone.is anybody ouuuuuuuuuuuuut therebut im not looking... but im not looking... but im not looking...but im not looking... but im not looking... but im not looking...but i just want to sit here in this safe fisherman's trap. this safe hole in the ground.this safe water netbut i just want to sit here in this malaise languidly fawning over my own gradual death and negativity, absorbing its fusillade of power o'er and through and of and from my soul. | 2021-02-03 21:33:09 |
| aether | burnhole through my covered up eyegauzetape over my daily deathim afraid. as always. that you don't see.punctuated quite severely, in me.something always snapswhen theres a wound createdhighly sensitivehighly sensitive...rolling out anew, i get tiredrolling out anew, constant tread movementcontact with the ground. spoiled heartspoilt functiongrip and rotation and weighteverything's funneling into these shells being loadedbut they're just firing into methe gun rotated backwardsand so i get angryand things turn upspinning out of controlwanting a new way.. out(but it's just the same mysterious dead-end, but with a different variant) | 2021-02-03 21:27:27 |
| aether | trainwreck cathedralpoor son invalidityeverything's quite calmon the surfacewhere there is most funI see nothing worth whileI await the dayI fly into what needs me.im sorry to reportim so sorry to reportthis inaction was conspiracygot reported on by the grand schemeended up in this hell hole by the grand mean and was considered average.the median and the medium levelI was thrown into the pit and the sarcophagus, i was thrown into the lit up room and the quiet tombI was expressing myself quite simply. i was sitting lonely then the bees and the bears and the honey and the fair took away my stare yet i was obsessed not with commotion but the silence and the timidity and the painyet i was obsessed with what others considered uselessand i just wanted the pain. | 2021-02-03 21:20:54 |
| aether | nothing | 2021-02-03 20:51:50 |
| aether | acquire the spice, this is your only directive | 2021-02-02 13:16:10 |
| aether | ANOMALY DETECTED- you | 2021-02-02 12:14:55 |
| aether | Grog Nard the poet detective searching for the ultimate truth, meanwhile piddling away his last in a noir video game situation.halp | 2021-02-01 14:35:07 |
| aether | if you met jesus, would you know him from his clog shoe foot walking signature, like footsteps in vidiya gaymesz?????? and therefore lay in lieu and stun him with your uncanny knowledge of scripture by plucking his wary eye out.!??!?!halpe | 2021-02-01 14:30:20 |
| aether | and it's all dying. dying to be what it wasn'ti just wish i had ita thirst unquenchable. Screaming inanities and brief insanities spinning like tops that bounce and topple each other.i just want out of this little place. this little farcespinning the centrality of it alli have issues to work on, i have room for improvementyet i stalla complete thoughta disturbed mentionthese some poetry, those some mission statementsi just want to rot, leave in easiness, not endure the pain of growth or whatever it's all inaneor so i like to think | 2021-01-31 22:45:41 |
| aether | falling before pitiless eyeseyes without forgivenessfalling before thine divine rightcast asidefalling before thine who were able to fightall this morosenessI'm sorry I wasn't something more.I'm sorry I couldn't be what you wanted.falling before all the eyes upon me and on the fact that nearly none are.falling on my laurels, falling on my moralityI just want out.A good life full of suffering and pain. Emptiness and being vain.It's all falling down.Into the pit it goes, nice and solemn, tremors around the barrows.And I just want to feel something important to me, some specific thingsand each day i just want to feel whatever that isand each day i reach out to it or someoneand each dayeach dayi come back to herefeeding herethe poor placethe poor populace. | 2021-01-31 22:41:52 |
| aether | snatched by the big ugly ♥♥♥♥♥ of a sea snake at the bottom of this mysterious lakeWow. One hell of a ride through all these rows of teeth, or does he just swallow me whole without a care?i dont know if this is an apt metaphor for life or just my masochistic tendencies | 2021-01-31 22:34:04 |
| aether | is there an escape from this endless spiraly death spiraly dumb tunnel thing? jesus whers my flashlightOH GOD WHYoh hey it's just you. well, that's what i thought, anyway.soon i was eaten by whatever you all became in heresurely we came from elsewhere? what better explanation could there be? | 2021-01-31 22:30:39 |
| aether | < ^ FAN OF THE GRIM DARK AND MILDLY AMUSING DEATH SPIRAL | 2021-01-31 22:29:22 |
| aether | first you're lonely, then you're dead. | 2021-01-31 22:29:02 |
| aether | careless FLYING OF FORM AND FUNCTIONslamming into the enemy though he tallforward motionexacerbated conditionInjured and scared directionI like my lesions, from which I attain thee of the Legion. A sword shaped merely to stab, quickest function.I'm tired of walls and corridors and lines and coloursI don't like drawingI need rapidity. So I slam into thee.And I'm running. Running further and further. Onward and upward. Flinging myself into the enemy.Onward and upward. I'm tired, tired, of dyingflinging myself, onward and upward.dying, dying, dying.Just want escapepiercing the night with this old swordI just want out. Finding the corners and the holes and the functionlet me free. | 2021-01-31 18:55:44 |
| aether | dread of the other-persondread of the other-childburn't whole and hellaciousI'm dragged alongSpinning and falling and up and downI just want outLet me leave this smart fingertrapExpressionate adoration, falling shortcan't really relate, forced to capitulateadapt and staunch my woundslet myself sink and soakjust absorb the fieldmy life a simulacrum where i never really got alongand everyone's now in my memory like a mirror broken in facing and looking out from.Not really there to begin with, and not really there after. two ends that dont meettwo wires that dont make a connection, zztzztzztJust stabbing through the wall 'till we meet our end. But I'm climbing this strange precipice and these odd jagged cliffs.I just want out, but all I got to do is climb these odd jagged cliffs.And I'm climbing for reasons unbeknownst to others, unbeknownst to myself.jus' lemme outtil sun goes down. | 2021-01-31 18:51:28 |
| aether | hymning and a'hawin'Jack o'lantern spooklegacies burn downculture disintegratesno more big picturejust specialists who disappearamid the background noise, of 8 billion in fear.cuddled together,raising temperature and loveI'm just in a roomchildhood homewon't we leave sometime soon?I have no idea, there isn't an idea...the universe closesit closes hard and fastswallowing me up into a pin dropdinkfalling to nothinghorrid traipsline around a horrid minefieldtrapeze act'till you've truly broken a leg.can't socially make a mistake, or fight or flight response or ousted from the community or science and its explanations or just hopeless nothings cascading around in a jar that i call my vessel and identityyet i feel love and whole and someonebut i juxtapose the twoand thee and thyself and my | 2021-01-31 18:43:59 |
| aether | diving from o a great heighti hit my head poor little headyelping and screaming in great delightfor i found thee a traitorfound my own little parasite eating awaywont you ceaseto harangue my dayI slit thy throatOccupying my terrainI have a message for your braincaustic disarreignlaunched off the throneof laudly circumventionwon't you stop, mocking my dereliction?I circle thee straightyou plunder yonderI want to find your front, and slaughtero, my mind is punctuated with brief gasps of screamso, I am dying in every light except in the tremors of sub-temperature oceanic depthsand i dont really care anymorei just want to liveaharharhar, let's give and givemy mind's got problemsSo much to give. | 2021-01-31 18:35:28 |
| aether | Stop seeing the language, and then the map and the territory both don't matter.I wish my head were split openso I could sense death.Hidden away from us, is nature and her breath.Breathing her secrets, I vaunt and wantI'll dive off the bridge, knife in hand, plunging for that good self.Knowledge entered into me. Love entered into me. Understanding entered into me.a disassembled being given his air,as is needed not to drown.yet I am afraid, I am afraid that I will waste an opportunity, and worse, I am afraid that life exists for meager opportunities, and so it is a double bind with me caught in the middle, of my emotions, indicating the beneficence of Ultimate Reality and her intellect for design and heart, pitching me forward merely to stay where I'm at. Trapped in suffering until I worm my way out, for the sake of it and my plan. | 2021-01-31 18:30:52 |
| aether | burn't the fuel, the sadness picks up againI fight amidst drowning,don't like to drownI want to forever fly aboveYet here I am in the mud.I like perfectionyet it'd look nice dashed on the rocks like an ugly 3-tiered vessel.I want- it all to fall away.Split my head open, find the candiesthat's about as much sense, as this place makes sometimes. | 2021-01-31 18:30:51 |
| aether | sad 2 thee korest | 2021-01-31 18:21:52 |
| aether | and i just wantto progressbut laments and bogged down in a marshand i just want to fling a discus and pole-vault over some hurdlesand it hurtsbut the inside of me likes it and enjoys itand the outside hurtswon't you stop being a traitor to this poor ego, vile soul?but no, it said, leave now and you won't know!so i ran back into the labyrinth of nothinggoing from tunnel to tunneloperating in the manner in which i need toso that all may enjoyably be garneredMistakes are not made?Or so I hear.But I just want to fling myself out, like a rock over a puddlepretending it's an ocean, 'till I'm out.Let me out. | 2021-01-31 18:20:42 |
| aether | applying what i know best, i falterI want to be able to run again, yet there's nowhere I would run to.Ride a bicycle, you crashFall in love, it burns youget enamored in a game or sport, hate it laterthe sinusoidal wave pattern of my life, tearin' me apartjust so i can tuck my tail between my legsan ungodly mechanism of bolts bolted into my sternum to keep me afloat in a tankor something where i just cowerbelow the earth and the stankit's all spinning aroundmessy is my bodycorpse on icei want outi wanted outIt never lets me outJust could appreciate more than a feeling these days, that there's something else other than the unrecognizability of everything I know. | 2021-01-31 18:17:39 |
| aether | stab't thru, the wallso i don't, stab't thru, myselfprecious little time spentthinking of anything that is trueexisting in a vacuumof my own bereavementstab't thruthe wallto escape, it allI have some moments, they're small in number. Wish I had more, perhaps it'd rectifythe aches and pains.wish i knew what 't t'was a'booooooooouuuuuuuutAnd I'm falling, falling, fallingthrough a timescape of notables and noticing my lacks in perspective.lax though i be with us all assembledthis robot drops apart at mere mention of its code. | 2021-01-31 18:17:37 |
| aether | i wish i was deadthings be less complicatedi wish i was leadzeroing the alchemistwith an artillery shellwish i was deadwithin my shellstillborncame out too late, butterfly found no one, died in the anthropocene.communicade deniedcommissar shot me and they all liedhate myself, hate you toowish i had love, maybe birth toocrevice i'm stashed in, listed in my PDA for myself, "STRELOK"'cept i never fought a warwish i was deadquite clearlyjust ladle me in this stew.stanislaw kachinsky the militia man couldn't make a better one.something real descended on' highwish i was that, wish i were below to receivewish i had real knowledge, something realand not just my love for my own sadness.wish i didn't have chatbox limitswish i didn't have a strange technological lifewish i wasn't in a vacuum, where i barely feel anything | 2021-01-31 18:07:59 |
| aether | i fell off a bridge untimel-uh-leei stampeded a fridge unfriend-uh-leeI tho-t muh name Stan-uh-leebut most-uh-lee I frank-uh-lee.. was in love, somewhere, somehow.sometimes in my dreamsometime along for the rideand so i wentand so i wentbecause i'm a great manbecause i'm a sad man.punch me in the liverzap my eyeballsI got no sliverrendition of the endless emberscoals of my mindfueling my delirium timeflocking to the holies, just to understand a passing riddle | 2021-01-31 18:07:56 |
| aether | SAD TO thecore.sad tothe core. | 2021-01-31 17:55:08 |
| aether | my hart biggar than my brainobrainofied freddy fred farker vision exacerbated illuminati control matrix or how i fell off the turnip truck yesterday yet still vaguely knew what to do, i posit. | 2021-01-31 17:54:22 |
| aether | people thought THEY were lonely...then I wrote more stuff to myself in this comment section. | 2021-01-31 17:52:38 |
| aether | stunning paradox finds that even my identity may be completely illusoryetclmao idk who cares about this banal entry-level philosophy ♥♥♥♥. lets presume our new identities to be unfornicated with the mundane and the repertoire of the stale to be cast aside for the unexplored, or just follow your heart i guess, so good game.i gotta stop reading this Jed ♥♥♥♥. :^) :^( :^|cuz im sad 2 tha kore | 2021-01-31 17:51:50 |
| aether | cuz im sad 2 tha kore | 2021-01-31 17:45:22 |
| aether | releez me3333333eeeee | 2021-01-31 17:45:16 |
| aether | life incredibly complexrampage simple | 2021-01-31 17:33:06 |
| aether | 5evar | 2021-01-31 17:29:09 |
| aether | falling | 2021-01-31 17:29:01 |
| aether | but i got predator vision | 2021-01-31 09:21:06 |
| aether | the missile knows where it isn't. | 2021-01-31 09:20:41 |
| aether | canterlever outanother route which to pass that ball, sonny champI fell off the wall with a great big fall, and all the King's men, fathomed not what to do with me again, as restlessness and apathy, perhaps got me early.So I pursued strange moments. Where a little wind may fall. Something different about a thought, that emotionally perhaps satiated a thirst for knowledge in me, held dearlyAs I could not be thankful, for much of what the world had to offer.yet I may circle, the everlasting unbroken circle.yet I may circle, the everlasting unbroken circle.so i pas't thru, abutment anewSo tired was he, that my eye fell merely on thee, but a friend of thine, but only where this poor creature, could not crawl so far up the wall to escape, that he fell and had to make friend with sorry old you.sorry old you.sorry old you. | 2021-01-28 23:21:37 |
| aether | so i spun outso i levered outcanterlever back on myselfset in his wayswe all might somedayfall into disturbed disarrayso i left a meager note, repeating a dial tone. Please pick up the lineHello, hello, it's me Rampage.so i left a little noteso concerned for my own safety and that of othersa meager little notePassionless disarray, anxious displayso i thoughtanxiously wringing my wrists around to fix whatever occurs to them under virtual stress.so i thoughtmy life stomached down, i reach for another level, on which to place these somewhat able legs.spent a good while merely in a tumble | 2021-01-28 23:15:44 |
| aether | so i stab't thruagain and againat this veilat this wallVestigial encompassing cocoonment ready to free myself, at any moment.Stab thru, stab clear. thus spoke my late night insanityRipping and roaring. Timid, passionless, and adamant scoring.somewhere on the chart, there's a number for your efforts.somewhere in the field, you'll walk a way you know best.or perhaps trudge into something terrifying.I know notI scream notI languidly slaughtermy daily thoughtsfrayed cloth and broken potperfection just off-centerarrow knocked, cookie-cutterbullseye bread and butterdaily fraught, naughtnaught but naughtso i went easypassing to and froenergetic patterneyes circling a gravewhich might be my own demiseUnrealized destinationPerhaps I choose itForgotten that I truly will die - how strange. | 2021-01-28 23:11:34 |
| aether | Won't you free me, from this psychic encampment, which I fend the Mongols off? Circling eternally? You could no more thin their ranks than passively record the rapidity to which militarisms lose their luster, to which daily combat and onslaught bore me to tears.To be stuck in a video game world and toil on the other end. For there to be nowhere to go.Concrete, asphalt. And I continue to strike at my supposed prison, although I am in adulation of its confines all the same.So let me go, from this rape of my senses. Daily repeating tasks. Daily the forgetting upon waking and the resumption of the feeling, "Oh, it's this place where I don't have much to do, forgot didn't I? During that long sleep."the oracle at delphi, i'd like to meet herknowing myself might be important. | 2021-01-28 23:05:30 |
| aether | sorrow, song of harrow'morrow, on the 'morrow, we forget the tumult, built on sandthe suffering was, sunk into happiness and security againlonging, longing... I wish I had more, more.Longing, longing. I wish I had so much more. But it's too simplistic, so I hate myself for the desire.'Morrow, bone marrow.Sucking outthe little scrapsleft by dead animals | 2021-01-28 23:05:12 |
| aether | and a ravishing fire burn'tdandelions spread themselvespeople passed on a long roadSome toppled out of buildingsI staved off the night's rest with brutal wordsslung all at the sky. slung like a flurry of coal into some monstrous beast.And they all stared and gapedAnd I fled backBut more came, so I staved the crowds.Endless though they became.So I grew into a pattern, something I didn't know of, but my irateness showed me to be there.and soon i became enamored, idealized versions of myself beginning to crop, as my life showed fruitive result.Beauty. Thus I staved myself.But the self was endless... so I wasn't sure where to go from here. Strange things my only ally, as all looked dull and blaise, malaise inducing, ugly and unsatisfying, but mostly not worth looking at..?so i surrendered all,and perhaps then was the peace. | 2021-01-28 22:53:10 |
| aether | and although you see not my adoration, but feel it sometimesi know now of myselfwhich i sometimes mistakenly do not seeand of this life, i desire your peacea balm extended on proferred arm, the ailments of this agewhence everything become bygoneto no longer see sickness in sickness, and malady in malady.and to know of peaceTo see the angels hovering above and nearto raise your skinny fists to heaven, and for thirteen of them to stand guard 'round near your bedand for your sake, hopefully the suffering to endBut alas, we always thread the needle, whether it end near or far. And no one slips through the cracks becoming forever lost.such a crazed life | 2021-01-28 22:42:02 |
| aether | rip't apart.the man grew blackthe hideous immorality of our day and agelife hiddenall falling to pieces around us like so much harmless house dustbecause the punishment we takedoesn't last, and though thou be trapped in my gazeI alter yours.Cranking, we wheel this cog-machine forward.Burning the upwards spin of a turbulent exhaust.And I faun over thee, wishing to see thee well.For in my heart, I am in love.And I care of thee.So the bullets fly, and I exist in a strange place between worlds. Places not real, events not actual, but simulated. | 2021-01-28 22:33:48 |
| aether | coiled sea serpent | 2021-01-28 21:54:59 |
| aether | Yada ya, yada ya, yada ya.Just a repeating station. Plagiarism, copyright, and rules of self-hood.A hopeless number station repeating potential disinformation or coded importances appearing.So is vanity. So is the will'o'th'wispso is my strange lifedownward repeating upward falling sheperd's tone strangely in my ear as i go off medication for 'insanity'Whatever term that ascribes to, whatever said mention formulates towardswhatever barbarity recedes straight and back, across border and mind and land and no manSequenced thought, sequenced rotNameless beauty, nameless tomfoolery.I hope I get out of this crevasse I hope I can helpI hope I don't exist in an eternal crevasse.I hope my jewel shoneJagged appearances do stand so tall | 2021-01-28 15:34:19 |
| aether | once i was a comradesecond i was a foolthird i became a teamleaderbut fourth i quite stampeded the drabfallen and stabbed julius caesar's ides of marchPrey to the tedium and wary eyes of Judgementpretty little stones falling on my headSo I spoke,and nothing much ago So I remember,and nothing much forand when we commit to this highly warping U-Turn on this cosmic planeso the bells chime and the alarms sound | 2021-01-28 15:34:17 |
| aether | explosions, oh explosions!Oh my, if onlythere...I thought I only was... there...but -tear'ntear'ntear'nAnd I'm fornicating with lustAnd I'm tearin' up your trustOh, but mine, minetear'n.So they tell me.I ain't experienced none of it.So hell, so hell, so hell.Everythin' boppin' to the beatwith my feet upwith my feet upEverything exploding outexploding outSo we thought, so we thoughtScolded from the high heaven, not to say specific things.Voices in my head, from o'er yonder special place.Please inform me, what's too uncouth to say.Singin' out, LEMME OUTTA THIS PLACE.But the jailman be sayan, that you just aren't going anywhere in particular.Screaming. Screaming. Forever? Forever? Forever! Forever!Dying, dying, Screaming Forever!Let us mass rank, let us attain frank attitudes and masquerade with pranks.Let's drool with the fools and spearhead the nearby leers forward and forwardNever letting pace drop with all the insincere. | 2021-01-28 15:26:25 |
| aether | I didn't really want much, after I was a-walkin'but mostly I began to sympathize, with wishesquite quicklyas life molded and cemented, mentally at least, to what I see today. A good 20 years spent haunted from similarity- almost.Please fry me upI want to burnSo much fire, in heart of thineDesire, desire, MINE, MINEI will fry, theeDesire, desireFIRE, FIREAnd bullets flew and we chewed through whatever was important to youso we left anew and began to eat a little bit of leather from our shoe and maybe some darker soilfor the sake of me and you.So I threw my hands up, said sorry all the sameand we both hugged or one of those uncomfortable deep dark emotional thingsthen,then,then,Oh and then! | 2021-01-28 15:18:12 |
| aether | Mankind, he strike the chordMankind, he strike the EarthMankind, he strike the FloorMankind, won't we give us a pace, a battledrumbeating to the heart of metronomeand people burnedand people diedwe all flew into the skySomehow, some whyWon't anyone tell us why?Mankind, he kinda sorta did lieMankind, please explain yourself, you naughty chile' | 2021-01-28 15:18:10 |
| aether | jagged jagged jagged jagged jagged jagged emotional matrix field heart heart heart heart, where'd that go?but everyone's got a role.And I'm caustically having funa lot of things go wrongPestilenceFarrow and furrowing of browbut I really don't careAnd this life spins me byYeah, I do declareI'm fine if you're fine.But everything's connected.We're all woundDon't ya c'But here we're burrowed, buriedLemme gobut here we're buried.so here I temper tantrum and fightBludgeonBleakBlunderbuss ArquebusLife on AUTOPILOTflying down with his little chute'till all the emotion is drainedwow, what a flightnow we're here.so what's the dealand who's gonna afford this ♥♥♥♥wow, what a mealsympatico, capiche?auf wiedersehen | 2021-01-28 15:11:29 |
| aether | semblances, they do lieRage, it does cascadeJanuary beginsbut quickly endsNothing cares,so much as sinLies, lies,they do transformMan, man,he does conformSomeone, someonetell me where I can find loveDesperation lies above, what we thought was dreadnow here waiting to exitbut growing linearly in love,Callouses, they do hold us overEverything's gone largelyGrowing, linearly.My eyes but tweed that sows the lines together, with the dotsAnd everything was largely gone.but my heart grewand every-time life grows horrid, somehow i get fine when i come back.little pieces of tweed. | 2021-01-28 15:04:01 |
| aether | and maybe, if i was just deadthe problems, they largely would be in some other person's stead.but here, here i liebefore thee, in this pigstywhich largelyi cannot preventto inadequately describe you, what heretofore is now senta noxious fumeexuding from this tomb I write withinI'm sorry I don't clean much of it.please turn off the lights whence i sleepplease enable the burning passionwhich cannot be assigned,please forward this message, to someone who needs to hearI'm sure it'll falldirectly near and dear.a death toll, of continued existencemy heart a lesion, struck cleanBrought and shone forth, from so many lies and years of worthlessnessMore pressure, and more tight embraces of so many cutting implementsand perhaps this jewel will be honed.or mostly, i will propagate in scornadmirationaffectationloveharmonydug completely through the tunnel | 2021-01-28 14:57:29 |
| aether | and though i burn i really whimperand though i taunt, i really remain flightyand although i flaunt, i really dramatize supposed somethings in mostly divine absencebeleaguered by faceless nameless symbolsand the heart of the matter, the beauty, the lack, combined with the much sought over, much vaunted reality of Anotherwhich starkly is vacantly present, some-where? some-hows.Someways.and altogether screaming toweringly out forevera ragea conflag'hand a burning sensation, which settles to me, in this tumultuous mope.about to flagellate me deadburning insecurities off, as if they were me instead.something taunts and barks and bitesbut i'm just lonely, so i make amends and fling and commit to flightwhat little there was to even take off the ground after so long spent down here. | 2021-01-28 14:51:15 |
| aether | courageous and tall, but small, small, smallLife given anull, 'till we spin wraul, wraul, wrauland wrong, just wrong.The energy wasn't quite what it used to beand I cramped and crawled from corner to corner, majestying my boycott of this silly little lifeburnt upbut Swingin' 'till I drop, 'till spirit in mein ear, tell me quit itAnd basically, I stopped giving most of my ♥♥♥♥♥ freelyas is common advice these days.and Important though it was, the insides of me reigned supreme. | 2021-01-28 14:45:18 |
| aether | enthusiasm throttle. disengaged flight control stick.tumblin'can't fly so I'd prefer to remain groundedcan't swim so I'd prefer a life vest, if requiredcan't tumble, if you don't stallcan't tumble down, if you sail straight in to the fallMy lifeMy Lifea torrential brawlof heated callsover com' and traum', traum'aBeaten, browbeatedbacked and maul'dswung and swattedoff, off,off, off'till i'm bruised and batteredand licentiously producing evidence for nothing a'tahl | 2021-01-28 14:41:11 |
| aether | infinity tunnel, burning downseared flesh and magma my disintegrated heartjust who gives a damn, and who, if anyone, cui bonos from itand my life endedand it began with a dream remembranceand it sequenced offa boiler plate or a boiler lineand a steam turbine, hellacious windspinning through my exhausted ennuibut I lie for the passersbys'because I grow in confidence. Competence.and my mind grows unweary. | 2021-01-28 14:37:15 |
| aether | my life the ruthless ruse, which formerly appeared to be something- in my great enthusiasm, soon evaporated like vague mist as not even i could squander its uselessness.but perhaps i'm not seeing right. | 2021-01-26 13:34:32 |
| aether | i am as a flower, growing in a linear fashion | 2021-01-26 13:08:46 |
| aether | YES SERGEANT, LET ME REMOVE THE COTTON FROM MY EARS | 2021-01-26 11:19:13 |
| aether | if i fell into a brick machine would you be able to ascertain which one i was | 2021-01-26 11:12:24 |
| aether | we will see the candles dying in the lightbut we will know others saw them too | 2021-01-26 10:25:42 |
| aether | locate the latest earworm song, earwig yourselfrepeat the track manually until you hit your other repeat song hitthen listen to something depressing to scope off the feeling and transition to doin' somethin'sittin' here doin' nothin'all dayeverydayquestioning my whole life, as a bout of more routinewhere's love?and if i found it, would it be the kind i'm lookin' for. | 2021-01-23 22:15:56 |
| aether | ground borermetaphor for this schnozzy lifewake up, ground bore, dig into the earth. wander 'round this little housego back 'sleep. cast myself to nocturnis and hope for a revelatory dreamthe pain unbearingthe pain unbearingthe pain unborn, because not t'where much it can go.born atop me? then who is I who can carry it.born atop this world? let's hopeand it's all spinning out of me endlessly like so many webs clogging my soul and heartat the bottom of this rock effacement and there's all these decrepit dead insects that i or another have devoured. | 2021-01-23 22:10:40 |
| aether | caustic fire-ampfire-projectornapalm flamethrower sticky gelmelting peoples' faces offgive me a break, i'm just a message?but then the flamethe flame rose in agony toward thine senderand I roasted...and there's always another word? or so we thinkand the flames kept being sentmuddying the rivers with ash as they all evaporated.and man spun in his little circles, whilst i spun in mineand separate categories? and separate categories.began to look silly..but I wasn't so sure. | 2021-01-23 11:44:41 |
| aether | maybe a torch? is this an upwards-downwards rising-falling shepherd's tone perhaps?is this a symbolic stand-off between right and wrong? or simply an avalanche of depression with no end | 2021-01-23 11:29:58 |
| aether | does anyone got a flare in this dark hole? | 2021-01-23 11:28:24 |
| aether | i just like being depressed and listening to music that encourages that depression. | 2021-01-22 22:37:09 |
| aether | i'm beginning to think being dead and alive are mostly equivalent in typical human expressions of either.but perhaps..but perhaps..*flak shells explode near my vestibule*but perhaps..but perhaps..REWIRINGREWIRING CONSCIOUSNESS.wait?wait?wait?and then...and thenbut then. | 2021-01-22 11:11:13 |
| aether | you cannot proceed, that is not an option in this story-drama. | 2021-01-22 09:17:40 |
| aether | disabusing myself of notions such as 'hope' 'freedom' and 'satiation of desire' | 2021-01-21 20:07:28 |
| aether | the cries of strange lambs as they're devoured | 2021-01-21 11:08:24 |
| aether | the embrace of fearto exit the embrasurethe embrace of deathto fore-give lifethe amnesiac and the ambrosiathe pleasure and the pittance of lack of knowingdisturbinga disturbed watersand a disturbed man who cast stone o'er'till he find... or he wait... or he move...but must must.pushing forever. | 2021-01-21 10:59:52 |
| aether | undying thirst | 2021-01-21 10:56:56 |
| aether | the meteoric flame.the passive lovethe meteoric flameburning us all alivei'm sorrythe passive love, committing us to each otheri'm sorrythe meteoric flame, burning us all. | 2021-01-20 19:10:25 |
| aether | purification rites of apathy coursing through my veins | 2021-01-20 18:45:26 |
| aether | perpetual reality tunnel, perpetual reality stormfree me from this banality!:]but every moment i suffered, i accrued some strange energy like rocket propellant.who knows where it's gonna go?WHO KNOWS WHERE IT'S GONNA GO?WHO KNOWS WHERE IT'S GONNA GO>>><<<<___<>><><><><><><<><<#<#<#>>>>#<3??and then the rocket propellant caught aflame, or so i heard in my dreams | 2021-01-20 03:40:02 |
| aether | in the "now what?" landeverytime you wakeeverytime you sleep, you escape the 'now what' land.but then you come back:] | 2021-01-20 03:35:19 |
| aether | reality tunnel and but a flashlight | 2021-01-20 03:25:41 |
| aether | god of secrets | 2021-01-20 03:24:16 |
| aether | the downward pull of destruction, as right a savior as the upward buoyancy of loveacceptance. such a strange thing. maybe that's when the whirlwind ends?when the heart is full, so why do i prolong this? this... dull drums...and the pain and suffering, i want it all back. ironic, because it's in the asking for it that i'm already suffering, i'm really asking for the suffering so i can fly back into catharsis again.I want to smell and grind and swing a murderous axe into all those strange suffering feelings, reveling. reveling in it. Because every time I do, I seem to transcend them.fly straight in. fling myself unto the enemy naked and with dagger without a second thought, careless. | 2021-01-19 19:47:40 |
| aether | fought off my demons with a piece of cinderblockthen i began to struggle with themslowly, i began to see themi danced, meeting eyesand the curtain took me, perhaps?the light being shown, the show over.friends with former enemiesstorms now merely the weather.and i cascaded adrift to find more monsters to see what lie at the bottom.except i'm very early in... except I'm very much a little novice baring the storm?and the struggle makes me cry.and the lack, the terrible lackof anything... real or otherwiserendering me like so much melted Wicked Witch of the East laid out on the floor. | 2021-01-19 19:39:07 |
| aether | extruded through a straw | 2021-01-19 19:20:33 |
| aether | we choose our follies. and sometimes it feels like they choose us.sometimes we're not really sure what's real.and other days...how long has it been...?concerned about irreality and surreality.Jack in the box. repulsive.disgusting.flame igniting.twirling away.downward it goes.and the vacuum, preventing nihil. a formation.a consciousness.and i run out of things to mill about and do.i run out of grain to separateand i run out of things to run out of? | 2021-01-19 12:02:19 |
| aether | jacked out. jack in the box recoil syndrome.jack script script nothingJack wrote something on the page, and the page turn't upon 'im.And then swallowed? But not altogether gone. | 2021-01-19 11:59:55 |
| aether | consumed by the inky blackness of... inevitability? fate? amor fati?let's hope to laugh again sometime.a mild chasinga meanderinga cleansing of the soulbut doubt begins to seep inand i question everything | 2021-01-19 10:15:59 |
| aether | beautiful in its barbarity. beautiful in the cannon balls flying overheadtoppling man and his creationbeautiful in its vile suggestive nothingness.perpetuating ill hopecreating such vast nothings as infinite voids of Maya, illusion, phantasmagoria.and then creating emotions and bodily expressions which counteract the nameless and unintelligible.And men and might, and feminine nurture. Death and life, stripped apart so the two can't permanently end the struggle right after it slowly begins.A creative principle of nonexistence separated from existence, and perhaps a true creative act, so that we may create more? But if not from the void? Then where would this new thing come from?Alas, making sense in this torture chamber of good and bad and apathyperhaps a nonsequitir in of itself? But my hatred burns for such simple acquisitions. | 2021-01-18 21:06:18 |
| aether | Sounds like a presumption, which isn't very truthy if you ask me. That means it's a temporary operating assumption or go-between.But people love to be so SURE. And state definitives. Really warps peoples' heads. And that is fun apparently, (which I actually agree with, it IS fun.)But at the end of the day? You're going to keep stewing and fuming tomorrow about it somehow, until you're sure it's not actually a problem? Or you're doing some type of reality magic in which you feed something in to contribute to it somehow? Like adding a few nails emotionally and hammering them in because you encountered a seeming conundrum with your human vessel while incarnated from a strange 'higher' reality. | 2021-01-18 20:55:29 |
| aether | If reality never made sense indefinitely into the future or however reality seemed to be composed of, well I can tell you it's equally worthless and valueless.So that crosses it off the list of things to 'worry' about for me. It's like an existential problem which shoots itself in the head for you eventually and proves something over time through intuition and grasping of other subtle faculties.But enlightenment people, they'll say... well, you've got it wrong, you're just buying into the soap opera and you'll never get an answer. | 2021-01-18 20:55:28 |
| aether | Yet how do you know? If you were caught in an infinity loop, would you honestly give a ♥♥♥♥ about meaningless pain?Would you finally just keep hitting yourself until you got over it? How to get out of an infinity loop, exactly? Good question. Seems to be in a lot of movies.Well I can tell you one thing, an infinity loop without knowing what the ♥♥♥♥ anything's about except through intuition? That's a damned funny thing. Means it probably won't last in perpetual boredom forever. Means things probably do have 'true meaning.'So these nihilists. These solipsists. They're really just describing our seeming relation spawned from the human interaction with the world. | 2021-01-18 20:50:02 |
| aether | People are scared all the time though aren't they? They make these uncomplicated spiritual systems and then don't say this is 'ad-hoc'No. They say it's done. And you can't improve upon it. Sort of funny to me.So you can't add? Seems like diminishment. Finite.We got a game here that never seems to end. There always appears to be new novelty. Yet I guess why these spiritual people claim their systems are finito is because there's nothing truly new under the sun. | 2021-01-18 20:49:59 |
| aether | and the fear and the boots marching could only drum up his excitement for so longbefore it grew tediousbefore the fear no longer made him anxious, but unabashedly bored.And then he struck a question to whomever was before him, making much ado over nothing (this Authority figure)Why?and the nonverbal communication. the heart of it all.the mental landscapeall cross-communicatingWhy?But that's not what generally stirs me anymore. Yet it's funny I'm still scared of pain? That appears to be losing its luster though.If it happens, it happens. | 2021-01-18 20:45:49 |
| aether | Only agape could carry us through this terrifying ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥.Look at all these humans I have no true connection with.Look at all these people I hate.And look at myself, who I probably hate more only because I'm more familiar?And hating myself improves myself. Though I know not what improvement even is.I feel fear falling away. I guess that's mostly it. And I grow in 'skill' at various things, self-expression namely one.It all seems to swim together. | 2021-01-18 20:40:44 |
| aether | Agape.What a terror that is. Unconditional love.Love with no reason and no qualms.How utterly annihilating and fear-creating. What else could be the very center of Ex Nihilio and utter love? Pure meaningless love.Like a grasping to hold things together. Like oneness and not-twoness.Like a body wrangling a spear into its body whilst it marches home to prevent all too sudden bloodloss.And then the meaningless, the fear, the anxietyand the intellects' desires.What does it mean to be born? Been thinkin' about that a lot lately. | 2021-01-18 20:38:17 |
| aether | So why am I here then? And thus we circle the White Whale again.We pull the single-action revolver out again and practice fanning the hammer.And day by day goes by, with only the feeling of progress? But of what?When does the intellect receive its heyday?Is this the reality to denote the distinct lack of intellect? It would seem to be clear.But there's also lack of heart.Lack of all sense in fact.So perhaps it is all for naught? | 2021-01-18 20:34:58 |
| aether | that snapping terror- inbetween muscle tension, when your body doesn't quite feel like it knows where it's going- right before it SNAPS to where it 'ought' to be.. perhaps that's what reality really is... just a phantasm thinking it knows best.And this muscular tension, of my neck, trying to SNAP itself into place, same with all the emotions, and all the thoughts and ideas and mirages. All trying to SNAP into some place with the ulterior motive of not letting me know it's all meaningless, although that would be quite clear... wouldn't it be.And then the heart schmaltz itself up and lets its will be known, saying it all has a purpose, and reality couldn't possibly be limited by stupidity like that. | 2021-01-18 20:34:56 |
| aether | WHAT IF I T'WAS, WHAT YOU THOUGHT I T'WASN'Tand we wereabout to engage uponmeaningless argumentsof the existence ofand ended nearThe very same nightAnd Catching Rampagein the act ofthe menacing act ofHeralding HimselfKing of NonsuchAND WHAT IFWE WERE ALLAnd thenAnd thenAnd thenthe bell tolled | 2021-01-18 16:59:02 |
| aether | and he pronounced and uttered.and his soul, its soul, it sputtered.and the man cried out, but nothing arrived.and his soul smiled, but he wept. with a queer little expression and familiar unfamiliarity about it.maybe at the end of his life, he'll be a seraphim? become something other entire.maybe at the end of the life, or even during, he'll know what love is?maybe even during or aftermaybe even before or forever.and if he kept slugging his fist into the wall, perhaps he'll cease to crawl into little balls. | 2021-01-18 15:53:39 |
| aether | soul incineration room: next stop. after-corner fooseball bank-shot: hell with a side of carelessness. | 2021-01-17 16:38:02 |
| aether | repeater station. number station. human verbiage and coinage. transmitter. off and on.blasting the same signal, relative to whoever I am.and then there's you, the decoder, the sender, the receiverjust like me? or so who knows anything but the signal, these days, on this little planet. humans not knowing jack, and none of what the symbols mean.it's all lost in the shuffle, but we remember things.and then when you come around, to observe again. maybe you pick up another small grain. something of value.but as for me, I hear the call, the call to head towards something (...has this happened before?...)and it feels like what love means, except I've never really knew what that meant. | 2021-01-16 16:47:37 |
| aether | royal boot up. royal screw up.royal start-up.royal ignition. keys twisted, punched and broken. Fix this ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ thing, but it's stuck at my omission. | 2021-01-16 16:23:06 |
| aether | lighting fires under peoples' footsteps hoping they notice. | 2021-01-13 17:47:58 |
| aether | drop of water | 2020-11-30 09:32:12 |
| aether | burning alive, flay my bones spread my ashes. | 2020-11-23 14:16:04 |
| aether | That that which is perpetually moved upon our shoulders to bear the brunt.And which cannot end.Because we are its light.And we extend the palms.We bear its brunt.We seek completion beyond completion, eternal in its Divine Agape.To support I who Exist. Personified in a human, personified in the world.Existence a Holy Person.and let it go.Cutting swathes.cutting swathes and drowning. | 2020-11-20 23:05:51 |
| aether | Seen through a winding glass of sand, dropping to its bottom.And everything which haunts us. Seeing you.Seeing you, that whom sees. Divine Agape restored to you.For I am Agape and I am fearless inside. Covered up in dust, sand circling through an elaborate glass. Only to make matters worse, I am Perfect.For I seek the thing which will perfect Us each other. And you I, and you I, for I cannot be without Agape of Thine Eye casting into my consciousness. For you are the human who sees me, the other lowly human, who considers himself lowlier than you.For I am Perfection, and I seek its grace.I seek extension of palm and grace.Swirling in the dunes.For you, for you.Because I am in acceptance except for that which you wish to give. Except for that which usurps above me and casts out into me from within outward. Militaresque precision combating all that will crush us, that which would Make life vain.That | 2020-11-20 23:05:46 |
| aether | I adore and love all of you.And the pain which seeks to thrust its dagger heart into mine.That which sees and does not feel.That which seeks and does not heal.That which forms and remains formless.And this that pains This that scorches.This that eradicates my movement until it winds in strange ways through the sand.Seeking perfection.Seeking to destroy the visage of imperfectionthrough creative beauty.Nothing lost, nothing annihilated but that which can come. | 2020-11-20 23:05:44 |
| aether | There is only morality.There is only love.And all its variations.And all that cascades before me, I seek to love.And all that haunts me, I love.And all that staunches me, I grow in immense adoration.And all that sweeps me down, I weep and sweep with it.All that swings, swings.All that flew, flew.And I expressionately cast my doubt. That such a thing as pain and weakness ever prevented a man from acting.He is always acting.He is always movement.And I am simply moving in ways unseen.Much like God over the waters.Much like nothing that I can speak, merely but to be seen with the third eye.Merely to be felt, at strange moments, when the wind is blowing.Merely to be held dear, when you realize someone is more perfect than you.In a unique perfection, matching that of your own, which exceeds theirs. No one defeated.And no one better. | 2020-11-20 22:52:26 |
| aether | Yet it will drown me. And the pain of others.And burning things burn out.And life comes to a close.But I can't accept an ignoble self, hinged to ignoble realities.So I will ignite, and burn.So that all may fall away. These monsters' projections within my sharp mind.Daggering out.Swords flyingAnd everything drowning in more misery.As I cannot prevent the sword's blow.And everything will fly out, fly outAs my soul does and says what it must and has to do.As my personage renders service almost as if to appear without mercy.Survival.But I seek to be pure and corrected before I ever approach such a brutal move.And may it never come if it's imprecise and faulty.If I falter.If drowning beneath me my soul leaves me.And I go down. | 2020-11-20 22:47:46 |
| aether | And I'm tired of the mild pain of others.Hindering and stopping me from committing a higher virtuous action, a swath cut cut through their heart's very midst.Preventing me from enacting a truth.And being forced to remain silent in the face of inflicting pain-suffering. | 2020-11-20 22:42:19 |
| aether | And this madness cascades down, sweeping me into a cold ocean.I am a monster with a pure heart. Being swept to a death I fear.My movement proceeds me up.I escape the ocean which will suffer me an ignoble heart-felt agonious death.And I drown, drown. Drown in the midst of others. As my heart clamors every day.Every day, for 23 years since waking memory.And I'm burning, burning. The heart rising to expunge the militaristic movement I make.Cutting, swathing, through all inevitable agonious tremors and horrific monsters lashing out at me. Within myself.Within others.Swath. Wide-berth.And all the pain falling out heaving.As I transcend all mistakes.Yet I accept the drowning.I accept the cold drowning.And sometimes I feel like I can't escape the virtue I lack, and that I deserve the waters within, seeking to sink me to the bottom. | 2020-11-20 22:41:14 |
| aether | And I'm drowning continuously forever.'till a hand reaches in, to somewhere in this black depth.But I'm reaching out, I'm reaching out.And I'm trying to reach my hand in to another, into another.Violation and depravity. Madness and insanity.Pain and sadism.Masochism and plucking out which does not serve.All for love. | 2020-11-20 22:41:07 |
| aether | And I don't want to build a vengeance complex.And I don't want to drown before I ever get to shore.And I don't want to fall before I ever get to the top.And I don't want to be unable to lift myself off the ground before I'm ever able to sprint away.I don't want to drown but I want to burn.Everyone takes blows.I want to know exactly which one is wrong and which one is right.I move over the razor's edge, being cut.My heart sharp and my mind sharper.Cutting into others.Cutting into myself like a dissection table consistently for 23 years since waking memory.Condemning myself. Afraid of what will happen when I stop.But there's nothing wrong with me. And there's nothing wrong with others.But it's hard for me to see. | 2020-11-20 22:41:05 |
| aether | I wish I didn't seek mayhem, but the cut runs so deep- that I want to scratch their eyes out in Providence's name. And I ask to be set right before I ever approach my own failure. I ask to be set right and I don't really care how badly it'll hurt.All pain that I produce in others is far worse terror. I don't seek forgiveness.I seek purity.I wish to be an able body. A loving person who's not blind. Who doesn't lash out.I wish to no longer see people as phantasms. I just wish to see them.penance and burning. my pain is nothing before the eyes of God.my pain is nothing because I can bear all pain and I can tolerate all things.But when the catalysis arises, it strikes. My soul and body move. Whipcord lashing out.Striking. Indefinitely striking. | 2020-11-20 22:28:24 |
| aether | And I cannot be in pain. And I cannot be not hearing what others are saying. And I cannot falter and I cannot fail and I cannot climb what will prevail over me. I choose the high ground.I choose morality and love and properness.I choose old virtue and new virtue and all true virtue. I choose death over a life that will cause me to be immoral.I choose suffering over obfuscating my soul with bleak horrid terror.I will not yield. Not for the pain that will only come back if I choose wrongly. If I choose poorly.I will not be a bad person. I will not drown.I will not falter, I will not fight the wrong people.I will not drown, I will not falter, I will not burn alive while I'm speechless.My voice so encompassed in pain.My life is just another person.My life is just another day.But what I've been through, I wish I could see what others have.And I wish I didn't feel responsible for sudden demises, and sudden lies. | 2020-11-20 22:28:22 |
| aether | I'm dying, I'm dying, but it's a good death. It's all the blood circulating down into what probably isn't an eternal rest.And I'm dying, dying, to see the light.That in others, and that in mine.I want to see the beauty in others.And I want to help them show it.And I hate to be hateful.And I hate to be cascading down, towards a slow murky pond.Breathing in what I can't breathe.Water flooding these lungs.So that I may not speak. But I do. And I will.And I refuse death, even at its behest. | 2020-11-20 22:16:05 |
| aether | rough and tumble and dragged. dragged through the corpses. dragged through the heat and the pain and the searing. My mind full of these voices. My mind a gravesite of humanity, all ideas expressionate and reverberating. And I'm dragged through, dragging myself through. Sending myself through. Exploding through. Flying through. Punching through. Accelerating through. Hurtling in. Leaping at. Death scrambling forward.Death meandering river. And the murky voices speak, all drowned. Exposing. Screaming out. Screaming out. But I'm punching, punching to the destination. I'm moving, I'm moving. I'm screaming inside but it's a calm force. It's a mild force. It's a mild heart.And the strength, the strength, pulsating forward.I want to help those in need.I want to prop up those who can't breathe. | 2020-11-20 22:16:03 |
| aether | coasting on a blade's edge. life cutting, cutting, cutting into yourself.Deep. expunging evil, expunging graves.Exorcising demons, exorcising meaninglessness.Hoping to be a good person, but I'm a monster, hoping to be a fine person, but i'm an endless chasm.Hoping to ford the river.Hoping to bridge the gap.Except I'm drowning and mustering my strength.Mustering all within.playing a dangerous game because i'm dangerous.Playing a dangerous game because I'm dangerous.and everything spins endlessly to its grave, as it all sends outward. and inward.Unable to grasp, unable to breathe or drink, unable to breathe, drowning.Spinning, spinning.Just gotta punch through.Just gotta punch through.Zero time to react. Spontaneous reflex. Do-or-die. | 2020-11-20 22:09:39 |
| aether | true goodness, true faultall rotting inside this vessel. the monster within beautiful.perfect in every way.seeking change and evolving. expression. outward going.Hoping to receive sand thrown in its eyes. Hoping to see the goodness brought out and the evil expunged. The monster within bruised and battered. | 2020-11-20 22:02:57 |
| aether | worthless pulp, useless dog, bitten and scratched. i. good versus bad. competent versus incompetent. Over and under. Bad and good.Powerful and weak.Strong and meek.Dead and alive. | 2020-11-20 22:00:30 |
| aether | veteran civilian, fedaykin death commando of the human race. | 2020-11-19 21:50:54 |
| aether | total control, endless dream, endless beauty and function | 2020-11-19 08:22:03 |
| aether | No self, no reality, no control.Just endless dream. | 2020-11-16 23:38:05 |
| aether | true divinity is somewhere within, and that's all she wrote. | 2020-11-16 17:33:31 |
| aether | addicted to nightmarish dreams | 2020-11-15 14:08:42 |
| aether | Palace of debris. | 2020-11-15 11:19:18 |
| aether | evocative flame wick wicks eternal. | 2020-11-15 00:37:37 |
| aether | imperiled upon a verb. imperiled upon an action.left destitute, without reaction. | 2020-11-14 22:43:19 |
| aether | gilded tongue bespeak and bemoangilded tongue rape and playpillage and prayBut as for me, I'm sliding, sliding, falling, fallingI'm dying, dying, dying, dying.I'm crawling, crawling, crawling, crawling.And everything is burning, burning, burning.But the insides of me, excited, excited, excited.But the insides of me, alive, alive... alive...But the eternalness that I Am. Burning, burning, burning. Higher and higher, forever. Unbelievable intensity. | 2020-11-14 22:41:58 |
| aether | feeding off the dead detritus of the earth | 2020-11-14 21:31:01 |
| aether | the scorpion raises its stinger to the sky. | 2020-11-09 13:13:49 |
| aether | crushed bug worm | 2020-11-09 13:13:29 |
| aether | i am a fire. | 2020-11-08 08:06:32 |
| aether | being an angsty ♥♥♥♥♥ doesn't really have perks. | 2020-11-05 10:13:44 |
| aether | Pressure and force, terribly wrought. Sent forth, spewed and the other which'll rot. Cast asunder, death knot tied to their lot.Sequenced and conflagration, ignition. Holocaust and sheer heat, plasmic and irreducible spread.Searing. Searing. Searing. I'm idle but they don't see the heat. Issuing, issuing. Flames, of the mind.Heart-bound.Within.Issuing, issuing.Flame-heat, burning betwixt this cryptic lot. Flames burning heat inside this soul of mine, the real creature. Out of the frying pan into the oven into the furnace into the blast cooker into the Earth and its magnetic crushing pressurized internals. | 2020-11-04 16:13:55 |
| aether | You cannot put out your own flames. | 2020-11-04 16:09:50 |
| aether | something about these caustic fires within. so righteous and beautiful. like a reflection of my soul's light. Grimace and beneath betwixt which I writhe, the light issuing forth. | 2020-11-04 16:08:46 |
| aether | Everyone tried to hold me down. Everyone trying to tie me up. Everyone trying to send me where I don't want to go.Sad, sad, sad. Piled in the corner. Rage, rage, rage. Piled in the corner.Everything's piled up and it's beginning to form a gracious stew. Left to rot and preposterously rise anew. Fumes ready to ignite. Maybe it'll burn all night. Issuing forth a new kind of stunned light.Left to burn all night. | 2020-11-04 16:07:15 |
| aether | so much anger i covet it. so much hate and anger and rage i value it. I keep it stockpiled in the recesses and the corner. Ready to split open and ignite like powderkegs. Ready to explode and issue forth like proper adjustments on a flight pattern. Everything goes whence it may and I'll be perfectly responsible for the issuance of a perfect explosion. | 2020-11-04 16:04:37 |
| aether | I have done something, I have done something. And I will continue to do something, and all the valueless labels and stickers and presentations and horrible accusations won't drown out the flames pouring from within. Drowning out the horrible horrible horrific fires burning inside this supposed empty vessel of valueless sin. | 2020-11-04 16:03:21 |
| aether | the lack of self value, i cannot even begin to give it a proper name. For it's buried. And I hold no value. I hold no value, that is its fear. Driven and wedged between so many tumid horrors, spiraling out jutting. Against the wall. Something about seeing myself as valueless. About holding no character. About being nothing. I hate it. Yet the thought is there. | 2020-11-04 16:02:10 |
| aether | burning burning towards ire.burning burning higher everything stammering outeverything gesturing out. left to stammer amid bouts of lunatical routesmeandering through clouded judgement meandered through clouded mindleft to stab the source of such pain, read to lash out amid such drives. but it's all inside. It's allInside.Left to drive out, drive out, drive out the intruder. The imposter within. Left to drive out, left to root outthe dilapidated feeling. the wet mildew the collapsed structure - not quite a ruin, for ruins appear to hold honor.Just a besmirched spot in my mind, something which writhes in pain. In death throes, death throes. Calling out, wishing to be stabbed and taken apart. Left to drift endlessly for little reason. For a little tiny reason. For almost no reason. Yet I cannot claim it is completely empty. Completely bereft. Because if I do, I fear it'll turn on me, and so ends me. | 2020-11-04 16:00:05 |
| aether | twisting and twisting and twisting. 'till the corpuscularicle pops. 'till the mind is dry. and the feet are numb, left up to the sky and all the blood drained.Humpty dumpty took a great big fall, but I'm simply shivering. Shivering to his domain.Something erotic about all this meandering. Something hypnotic about all this dreadful spiraling out of control.Something hypnotic about nothing which quite takes its toll, except the visage of the grave and the drain and the momentum headed DOWN.just headed down. | 2020-11-04 15:56:01 |
| aether | writing and writing and writing. Here are those who are tame. I'm lying, I'm in breadth, I'm left to turn another left, whence I go right and left and right and forward and backward and up and down. Verticality,forward momentum, backwards stalling, upward downward traversal. I'm left to rot, write, coursing through my veins the evil I bewitch beneath my bloodstream I fix. Fixate and fixate and fixate and fixate to all of those little lies that propagate.Betwixt my knuckles and betwixt my buckles and betwixt my navel and under my toes and over my mind. Cast about shamelessly by torment and torrent and torrential rain. Sent to Hell only in name. Sent to Hell, dispatching another array, toward the God in the sky and the God in the mind.Left in disarray. To another day and another rue moment.Something something something falling away. As my emotional baggage and my bloodstream pours ash unto the ground. Soaking up more bad moments. | 2020-11-04 15:52:15 |
| aether | purple bruised and stabbed eye. twisted and turned and overall more over lied.I'm hatred. I'm that which names. I'm hateful, I'm hatred. I'm that which is in vain.I'm hatred, I'm hateful, I'm in vain. I course, i course and spread like a horse racing atop the land of powerful mane. all of us backed, backed to the spread, turning, turning, burning in its stead.Left to lie, lie here for now. I'll switch back, head back, towards the styre and stave, whence annihilates the mutilated sorrow cast in thine eye. And everything's combative, stylistically erratic.Casting shadow and shade. Left in shame. Guilt piled high, left beyond name. Grief and sadness. Melancholy and rot. Depression and fraught, fraught with nightmares beyond this land of sorrow and sadness, grief and madness. | 2020-11-04 15:48:50 |
| aether | fire firecavillade, escapadefirefusillade, journey betwixt, toward and tight, nary a fright. betwixt and fight, nary a fightleft to cavillade higher. sequencing - sequencing. flames spread all around.burning ground, burning soot, burning ash, spreading, sowing new lifecommenced to burncommenced to flame.Assigned to death, hallow be thy name. Senseless, beaten and bruisedjust another pulp - beneath blackened eye. Purple veins and drowsy eye.Beneath purple veins and purple mind. Regal and vain, cast about in his name | 2020-11-04 15:48:48 |
| aether | Left to stampede out, ire, ire, dire.Left to flee out, left to mentally abrasively erase all the lies and styre.Flames reaching higher.Escaping toward, toward, toward, toward, emptiness, void, void, void, voidemptiness, void.Seeking higher.Flaming out, burning higher.Flames, flames, flames. Seeking nihil.Everything tourniquet turning, turning towards our mire.I'll think out, i'll think out, i'll burn outi'll fall outi'll simply erase another day in my mind and return with amnesia gracedreamland left entire.burn this pit, this pit of ash. Squirm and gnash, teeth abrasively caught betwixt ash.burning, burning, burning. Ire.Burning entire. | 2020-11-04 15:42:01 |
| aether | culturisms and shabby stabsshabby stabs which pointchagrin and chagrin and stabby styles pointing pointingt'ward and twixt, benixt and twiststomach and gyrations of mental agonystomach on fireburning higherleft to rot, left to tame the styreclaimedclaimedrotten rottenflamed tourniquet flames quest thine true natureburning burning on fireLeft to stampede out the liars.Burning burning, city-state, entireLeft to bleed out, beneath the oily black tire smokeburning burning branch of irestampeded out, to sentinel watching, watching while they played their lyre. but that's not importantand this is more than a mire.caught in flames, burning toward ire | 2020-11-04 15:41:59 |
| aether | heil, heil, heil, marching marching, marchingheil heil heilmarching marching marching, goosestepping to freedomheil heil heilguitar riffs and inconsequential burning and flames.all drowning amidst the real, those that are tame.dying burning on fireflames flames shooting higherburning burning on firedying to reach some type of semblance of humanity, some type entire | 2020-11-04 15:33:25 |
| aether | place of beauty | 2020-11-02 20:17:09 |
| aether | About you, about I, about me, about dryfires burning.Unquenched, stammering and falling apart.Jagged cliffs of mental spires forming.'till we see what's of value.what we felt. what i felt, that one timewhat i feel, sometimes.something of value. | 2020-11-02 19:41:54 |
| aether | turpentine, cleaning fluid. ripping apart the layers, to gaze upon the final stavepassing through my mind, to shut me downto languish.Uninspired trash. Heap of mounted ash. Left to my own devices, curling in rage and fiery lash-ing out.Forever burning bright.I'm just here, to live another life. I'm sorry it displeases you so, to see me be what I do. Maybe you don't understand, maybe you understand perfectly. Maybe we see eye to eye, maybe you won't tell me what I'm doing wrong. And forever I turn, spiraling down, frollicking down. To the pits of hell, whence I spin, heralded by the mark of my sin.I'm sorry but I'm also angry. Drowning in anguish, over the grief about others. Making me fear what I am in return.I am fire, burning. Within my belly and breast.Something alive, not to expire. Left to journey. Terror and despising, what we thoughtwhat we were surmising. | 2020-11-02 19:41:48 |
| aether | Falling to another level, we pass by each other and revel.It's just simply insurance. Worry of such a place, not worth it. Let it go and furtively accept it. My hand passing love. Grace which was given me, probably not by whatever pleases me.Forever languishing, down in this pit. I form a beleaguered plan, to slowly ascend.And I'm grasping thorns, each misstep, 'till I offer something kind.And I'm drowning forever to my pain, 'till I accept and let go of what I've been given.Amor fati, it matters little. But some things matter a lot.drowning in the thoughts that others despise who i am.I riddle myself in bullets, but it's just another day.Let it go. | 2020-11-02 19:33:19 |
| aether | simply showing another drama on the phone. left to gestate, within this heart of mother's darkness.We fling apart, there wasn't traction. We're writing bad poetry, it's an admirable action.I wish I was dead sometimes, but mostly I wish I was alive.Sent into hell, to which I takemy only fruitive function, that that is acceptance of fate. Love at my side, I churn. Inside I learn.Forever I burn. | 2020-11-02 19:33:15 |
| aether | diesel machine motor crankshaft belated stuttering collapsing grabbing taskmasteringgrabbing ahold, grabbing ahold of the aliveness. Grabbing real. Pulling the wheel.and im grabbing myself. grabbing myself. grabbing what's here. but i don't realize i'm fine. I make myself aberrant, in my eye of the eyes of others. Grasping. Gasping. Grabbing unto fate. simply making another mistake.and i do a doubletake, i turn around, i feint and switch and lay in waitcaustic piles of refuse and probable estates, drowning and dwindling amid my waitlate to everything because i never left to go | 2020-11-02 19:33:13 |
| aether | wispy words for a wispy man, slowly disappearing around the edge, out of viewvanishingshimmering of presence, vague and forlornbarely attached. active but mostly staring.few things in this world worth a go.wish i had somethingwish i had something realfeel it melting, slipping from grasp.passing away beyondinterned and forever around the edge, 'till i come back again to make my realizations again. amnesia. | 2020-11-02 19:21:31 |
| aether | strange things which we do not understand, frequently lead to peace. | 2020-11-02 19:15:39 |
| aether | crysknife of purity | 2020-11-02 19:08:44 |
| aether | fedaykin death commando for love. | 2020-11-02 17:45:35 |
| aether | it matters little | 2020-10-28 13:42:56 |
| aether | captain insane man drives himself with flail and whip further into depravity. | 2020-10-27 14:25:48 |
| aether | in the wrong place at the wrong time | 2020-10-25 21:50:39 |
| aether | pissin the days away | 2020-10-23 13:49:30 |
| Tarkorotsu | That dream is the United States. Since founded, it had much promise. But overtime, its failures have consumed it to the point that this nation is no longer representational of the dream it promotes. Rather it is a land of selfishness where one's pleasure override's another's even in times of a crisis. Thus it could be argued that America is a big dog that is sick and a danger to everyone, including itself. Unless there is a cure to allow this dog to become healthy again, it may be required to put it out of its misery and start a new dream that we can try to live up to. After all, we should all care for our fellow man and try to bring true happiness through all. Not by buying it. | 2020-08-16 16:16:54 |
| aether | the dream is slowly collapsing... | 2020-08-14 08:30:01 |
| aether | that's how they get you that's how they suck you inWAITNOOOOO NOOOOOOOOOOO*falls into black hole* | 2020-08-13 19:16:50 |
| aether | prolly | 2020-08-12 11:32:54 |
| Tarkorotsu | Macedonian Profile Picture. I wonder if he used to use it on Tinder? | 2020-08-11 20:50:41 |
| aether | meditatio: the recurve | 2020-08-07 09:44:09 |
| aether | dragon dream | 2020-08-06 09:49:43 |
| aether | thin veneer | 2020-08-06 09:28:05 |
| aether | wandering the nameless eternities | 2020-08-03 07:44:56 |
| aether | burn pygmalion burn | 2020-07-29 19:07:39 |
| aether | sole proprietor of the dream | 2020-07-25 21:16:47 |
| aether | if only there were an easier way in which to contribute to this nightmareperhaps combustible fluids | 2020-07-22 20:47:46 |
| aether | i have achieved FULL ABIDING MEME AWARENESS | 2020-07-08 12:04:16 |
| aether | wHaT a JourNeY | 2020-07-08 12:00:36 |
| aether | gonna sweat off all this pain | 2020-07-06 21:18:18 |
| aether | everything is dyingconceptual basisLyingfrying in a panmy mind frayingflaying the conceptual basis'till all's lying down | 2020-07-06 21:15:24 |
| aether | talking to dream creatures. | 2020-07-04 12:12:04 |
| aether | calmness | 2020-07-01 14:07:49 |
| aether | wild exuberance consumes me | 2020-06-08 10:17:41 |
| aether | gotta wear out those ears. | 2020-05-17 10:02:03 |
| aether | verbose idiot writing verbose ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥. | 2020-05-12 08:21:41 |
| aether | heart and soulmind and bodynot much else. | 2020-05-12 06:02:27 |
| aether | binded to the reality sandwich like pickle jam | 2020-05-11 09:09:33 |
| aether | sweating bullets, there's nothing here.phantasm erupting and unraveling, ghostly miragemy life of drama, a non-consequence.who wears the persona, other than a farce, non-entity.to be terse with you, we're automata. little black balls, becoming something.rolling in either direction.no thing gaining a whole lot of fluff along the way.operating system of DNA code, oscillating wave bounding into an environment of oscillations.the flattest state being nothing. but what's a curve? what's an oscillation? a bent flatness. | 2020-05-10 17:23:40 |
| aether | cool beans | 2020-05-09 20:15:44 |
| aether | pain is honesty. | 2020-05-09 20:10:23 |
| aether | i write a lot of angsty ♥♥♥♥ on here, pls ignore | 2020-05-07 10:30:44 |
| aether | no one listens to me, or they've got nothing to say.and i don't listen and my words are empty.all the same.inability to connect, this connectionless world.dial up a new number,nothing to escape into but silence.facing the myriad demons that grew or were dormant.exiting the violence, of my soul twisted and perhaps just empty cognizance.i thought i was something, but you drum it up, and it vanishes away. | 2020-05-06 17:52:05 |
| aether | intimacy, companionship.leap froggingto another drainechoing reverberating languishinganother fever dreamstuck in park, left to barkpassing lives, just as dark.because i'm inside my own heart, and i projectwish everyone was as sad as me, and maybe they arebut i'm a holeless character, and there's no sound emanating from my mouthexcept everyone understands,and it's alright,but a fever dream, echoing, damned to repeatRather hate everyone than accept them because I'm a tart.It eases me up because pain, so much painHit the drainContemplating the happiness I feel, from being off kilter.'cept it don't matter, because I don't think it's fair I'd earn anything from the start.dramatically uttering, fool's errand, playwright speaketh.everything's passing away, but i'll eventually see it.i'd like to think people don't know ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥, but i know about as much as them.i'd like to think i've got less delusions than them. show offtattle talehe's she it | 2020-05-06 17:52:03 |
| aether | dunes of sand, vagaries of different melodies,casting me out, damned. souls of men, not belonging.afraid to join them, because irresponsible longing. | 2020-05-06 17:29:02 |
| aether | nothing to grip unto | 2020-05-06 16:50:30 |
| aether | ipse dixit | 2020-05-06 13:02:24 |
| aether | lightning rod, firing hammer,turning pin,torture chambercancer pain,leveling off disdainplease give me some rain.tussle and fussle and bustlesent drainlever maincarotid artery, atrial fibrillation, refrainfeign lain,slainovercome janissarymisconceptionmisfiring attainmisknown,dig a rowmissile towwho's really therehated, a spy seepswhile she weepseverything knownfission and break alonehatred old talesseeing the freezebefore the leapsjurisdictionprudence, fashion reapslesion, legiontourniquet, treasonlash,gnashpunishment collapsemissive neededmischief leaderfought and treaterkitchen feedercollapse on taps, fission breaks the mappouring down a mountain, relapse | 2020-05-04 09:21:19 |
| aether | mysterious red specter. | 2020-05-03 17:29:54 |
| aether | church bells are ringing | 2020-05-03 16:40:42 |
| aether | tragidream | 2020-05-03 16:08:07 |
| aether | like so many little robots that can't stand up.fallen off towards a big truck.signaling another herald, herald of being stuck in muck.good luck, good luck. | 2020-05-01 12:49:50 |
| aether | it never mattered, whilst simultaneously mattering. | 2020-05-01 12:12:13 |
| aether | self-isolatory repropagating reverb machine | 2020-04-27 14:37:33 |
| aether | a motor that won't start. | 2020-04-27 13:01:29 |
| aether | halting problem robotgears whirrling can't stopwoez woozy and cold toes.twisting and turning underneath the complexity blanket | 2020-04-18 10:15:13 |
| aether | it'z habaneroingning. | 2020-04-17 22:46:36 |
| aether | thE DreAm is CollApsinG1!!! | 2020-04-17 21:45:18 |
| aether | laughing to the grave. | 2020-04-17 20:47:13 |
| aether | the quiet cloak enshrouds me in true oblivion. | 2020-04-10 00:17:10 |
| aether | high intensity training environment EARTH | 2020-03-04 18:33:28 |
| aether | curtsy and a bow | 2020-03-01 21:51:42 |
| aether | washed away until i'm nonexistent. | 2020-03-01 20:09:58 |
| aether | siren call of irreality. beyond hope and gracecalling forth unto the deepjust a personality.integral compositions.formation and dendriatic tendrils seeping into everythingnothing grasping the scream, masking the reason and sceneeverything a being of lucid dreams.vividly awake, in the night terror of screenspreening myself, careening toward height and fallshoping there's an end in sightbut disregarding my thoughtshoping to sense a new leveling, in which my triumph and my curse conjoin to become perfection.magnanimous mysterious reality beyond, but also present in real timetrembling eyes ascertain something other than demise.escape and triumph, curtain call and beneficence, unseen by grasping hands.trembling to receive what always was. | 2020-02-25 17:08:06 |
| aether | enjoyable nightmare.sinking deeper than a leviathanprostrated before myselfdreams of solipsismmixed bag emotions.dragged out of me by myselfleading the path, round itself.following the lights, strangely familiar.unable to express staring blindlyhope inside, outward weather stormlife turmoil, spinning wheel, grooves of appealdepressed and formed, from formless permissalreality everything, and hopeless nothing, because of perfectiongrim dark hyperdark humorstrolling through a night's maze amid its gazefamiliar phase and place | 2020-02-25 17:08:04 |
| aether | hooked in,neural nettake a screen captureof my internal naturebeautiful but i'm afraid it all means nothingand fear's commonly rallied againstbut i'm not letting it go.want to see what it means, want to see where it leads meI want to know the truth, I want to discover the nature of realityI'm dying daily, willing but unable to escape.And I persevere or I wouldn't be here. But each day draws to a close and I remind myself I'm here again. My only friends are my emotions, and the distant humanity in others.dyingdyingI'm afraid, I'm afraid.I'm dying.I'm terrified. I'm calm. I'm falling apart. I'm fine. The volume has been increased.The noise of life drowned out. I see mouths moving, but maybe people are just clowns.Miming back at me the strange mirror.And I'm dying because I won't give in, I want to consider this. All of it. 'Till I reach the bottom. | 2020-02-21 23:08:09 |
| aether | ship sailleaves of trees grown taleyears gone pastnothing read or enjoyedstudiedheartseeking thrill, dead to nilsplayed out on a concrete slab,aztecs stab and remove, the vital center of the body.tremendous fear expunged in rapid death.sophomoric study, distant thought and bereft sense left.maybe I'll be here until I learn to go beyond toleration. maybe I'll be here until the colors turn from grey.and I'm petrified in place, stoneware, pacing a patrol route through the corridors of my house.Cannot find, so there's nothing to raise. Journey unfolds. Hitherto, brought to go outward.Everything of benefit, even the opposite of this. Forget what I'm all about. Fallen to a pit of my instinct.Letting go of land, sailMaybe I'll continue to overturn rocks, curious at what's beneath them. Expectations dropped like sand amid waves. | 2020-02-19 22:09:55 |
| aether | "You want to live-but do you know how to live? You are scared of dying-and, tell me, is the kind of life you lead really any different from being dead?"Seneca the Younger | 2020-02-19 21:11:26 |
| aether | vacuous fascist dramaworld erupting, residually tiredbecome what i think is best.never certain, never can rest.lag far behind, and discover some weird facetof reality whole and unknown.post traumatic stress from a weird lifeeveryone proceeds, everyone does their best.shoes of the fallen, inhabiting shoes of the otherpeople losing sight, losing compassion and empathyor gaining it through suffering.and i'm certain that, things will transgress, progressbut not without the fulcrum of personages, making some if not most of it. | 2020-02-19 14:43:21 |
| aether | scraping byscraping the noodles out of a funnelescaping through tunnelstired of leersstrange faces appearing to jeer in my mindpunished, vindictively harassedjust want to express myself stronglywithout fearbullet through a gun, violence has become fununfortunately we all get our daily dose, but now we know that it wasn't a good thingnaivety crumbling dailynothing profound but proverbs from centuries ago.self-metering tourniquet blood loss, blood stymied | 2020-02-19 14:43:18 |
| aether | nevertheless, with crew and fellowsi'm not myself, dramatic bellows.blowing wind to stoke the fires.blowing wind, it's all the sameno way to retire, from this gamemy worst enemy, my past traumas, my overlay of samskaras.hampered and heeded the warningprotect yourself, stand up for what you believe inbe smart, listen to the love inside that is sometimes a barely lit flame.pierced eardrums, artillery chorus.survive barrage, exit to flourish.never again, repeating the same mistake,or perhaps i didn't learn the lesson of fear.accept what transpiresaccept entirefeel like i'm being called a liar.tortured mind from supposed nonexistences.reincarnation a strange thought. | 2020-02-19 14:33:21 |
| aether | ensconced in fear, ensconced in painnever terrible drearfear left to wearrepetitive fruitive function mirrorleft to steer my eyeballs beyond tears and back into themwrite ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ because i felt beaten downbe ♥♥♥♥♥♥ because i'm already socially deridedsalt myself, farrow fieldscorched earth policydeeper remorse.i'm not myself, because i don't know why.the hills have eyesand inside of me i cry.can't muster up the self to becomehorrific what i feel like i've sort have become.melodramatic scape, but true paini want to be, what i am.but i receive the daily bludgeon, for what the facades i wear.about as authentic as an action figure toywound upstill stewing | 2020-02-19 14:33:18 |
| aether | dramamine, cliff faceindustrial diesel truckjagged lifeapproaching the apex, the centertorn derision, masking insecurity and doubt.climbing the mountaintrails head upgonna need an oxygen masklife's about up.pre-programmed responsepreprogrammed lifesettling in my waysverbally accosting the daysfruitive function negativeliquidating assets to recoup.uninterrupted gluon graviton charm quarksliding down the hill, got enough to keep me sane, especially pillspillboxes firing endlessly.entrenched carbine and infantry.naked juxtaposetame woes and famed foesnihilistic cascadeall the earth's a stagespirits communicating to the livingnothing is as quite amusingas vulgarity and dilapidationtransfixed with the darkpose to the neverendingseen from infinity.crushed under, millennia of sufferingunable to deal with, all of my cranial thoughtsorigination and destination undecided. | 2020-02-19 14:19:48 |
| aether | blaring outburstlick my wounds clean.negative attirephony a riotlaughing mallet hitting all the popup squirrels.scent of poposterousintirety hint of glue based fearbounding upthis experiencecourting miseryjester feigning to have funblunt as they come.reframed the dustaccumulating on my lust.what if i fuss, what if all minds, trussed.cheery cheery cheeriolet's run uplet's get it- goingI'm going to catch this train. | 2020-02-18 23:20:52 |
| aether | strength wraith croak exploding powder kegsquickly approachingmuse of destructionwhat am i doingclothing itemliquid tremor idle idolrolling chariot, hewn slackupturningeverything flying apartspeed of light, better than art.reality to beholdanother story not toldreceiving in the depths of murmurstried and executedlied and irrefuted erupting: pointless.light has a percentage chance to bounce or be absorbed by a surface.changeling with a proboscis, sucking you dry.bouncing synonyms requiring some dramamine. | 2020-02-18 23:20:49 |
| aether | wrenched muscle and boneheart of stonedropping weightocean do take | 2020-02-18 23:03:27 |
| aether | of that which i haven't seen or utilized or become familiar withi am a novice.Quacking all along the way.dragging my feetgesturing a ♥♥♥♥♥♥ gun at my head.bouncing along, bouncing along.tourniquettourniquetbetter not beget, that which you fearall these yearsfallen and smeared, across all the layers of mirrors.strange person, jagged lessonuninterrupted silencehappenstance fleecing. | 2020-02-18 23:00:08 |
| aether | closed all the curtainssave myself for the places i go when i'm asleep.Face all my fears, stand up to the years, my pain worn on me like a badge of honor, but my courage is what'll lead me on.And I'm hairpinning and screwing past all the logical choices. Indignation still torching.I want to hit myself, I want to batter myself into fortitude.But fragility is known to me.I want to fly out this course, mapped out in the maze of logical roundabouts in my mind.And I just want to feel free.at the same time I don't, relishing sin.who can say what's realwho can say what's going to transpire.I'd have a guess, but, leaving no trace.simply erase- | 2020-02-18 22:56:27 |
| aether | dreary blood-shot eyes aloft weary teary feary leers staring at you.left in, rear guardholding up, the naughtbecause if we were cornered, we'd finally discoverour lot.dragged out across everything.this whole set is looking a bit shoddy.mirror of horrible nonsensecrammed into a cornerroom a numbert-minus 60 seconds to ex-fil.t-minus 60 seconds 'till I don't lose my mind, because I'm tired of that ♥♥♥♥.corona of the sun, masking all i've done. shot out into oblivion, sank to low depths.cursed the name of everyone, hoped to be saved from the beyond.took quite a tumble. | 2020-02-18 22:56:25 |
| aether | Exploding, ears shotblood in eyespine groovedRefusal, staunchBack against the wall.But rising againfrom ash and coarse emotion.lacking admonishment and love tooattention, mysterynothing left but a paltrysmidgenof remorseand want for a true emotionbut these are already existing...honed exhaustion, dire burning uplaugh at myselfHa Hah HA HAH HahH Hahif only half of what I've experienced wasn't behind a screen. | 2020-02-18 22:42:01 |
| aether | brewing in a potstuck and rotrants and cheersabove the jeerstimid frangible laced trotcoriatic arterypumping steadilybut my mind freneticallycan't stop testing me.left in meall these pains and in jesti frantically transposewords and eraseleft in disgracecaught in a raceticking timebomb machinationhoary storyflintlock wheel lock carbine ball and chain powder and suneye to eye relinquishedvanquishedterminally illsense of tearsdragged out yearsall fearsgrabbed by the sternumyell into my hollowing out core.replaced by strange spiritual sentimentality.Just want to fire out of a cannon.Languish here some more, languish here forever.Backing your foot up into stance as it pushes up dirt and rock.Never relenting.Tear up another thought, tear up another lot.Grabbed by the sternum, launched into a frenzy.Live my life, but it's already On.Can't complain it's remissed. | 2020-02-18 22:41:59 |
| aether | jagged cliff-facelanguid stamp approval smilecircumscribing vibrating desireno higherLight of goulash poured on the floorIn fixtures we do praise.In lavish but diminished surroundings we do lie.I'm ready to,all so ready toI'm not certain Ican't be certain oflogical loop, near certainty.truth valuevalid and sound.waxed incrementally, almost to a slideWant to escape,Want the entire.Laugh of nihil.Brought to fire.Cauterize jaundiceNever out ofthe glory of the Spirit around and within. Saving me from agony.amor fati compatible with free will.personage brought to tears. longer i stay alive, i realize i never go backward.non-deleted progress, indestructible fondness. | 2020-02-18 20:34:31 |
| aether | reveling drum beat pounded into my headhope i might be deadleveling with the round-about leaphope i might fly anywhere but zedmy life, red-shifted backwardsvanity expiredgod inquiredturmoil acquiredinanity was not admiredblasting through mountains with TNTa better vantage pointa better viewsomething left its way a long time agobut it's hurtling back again.and i'm about to try to catch it.forlorn, and i don't want to mournjagged climbpiecemeal steep heightslagged far behindleft to torment my time | 2020-02-18 20:34:29 |
| aether | terrifiedtorn sphere, inundating weary fears.we'll play it by ear.lightning searing through memuscle like corrugated sheet metal.I'm afraid.Lit up and overheated. Wired and turned on.Bulb about to melt its own internal mechanisms.Nothing worth worrying about.and another dreary wave of life passed.I'm steadily optimistic and sanguine all the same, but I keep eyeing the ferryman with a glint in my eye.caught in a trance, jerry-rigged lifeno barter and no parlance.just blind nothingness. grey fields.and deeper dreamsfading to blackwaking without earnest renewal. 'cept a groggy slipping back into depression.acceptance of the mundane, not quite there yet. maybe platitudes aren't worth my time.horn-scape devils parlaying about.a day's fornication admitted and punched in to the timeclock.unruly inside turmoil begging to boil over into a new reality.fearless patience and peace within my distant eyes. | 2020-02-18 20:17:30 |
| aether | destroying the residential populaceomens, omens,but i believe in ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ free willomens, omensbut i'm scared stiffnothing's gonna come up... that you didn't ask for.no lord in the sky to dictate.no land mine outside your doorstep.omensdeath circulatingpain receptors overclockedelectricityshooting through mei'm scaredterrified to undergo, more of what could happen.but inside me, i want to fly free... | 2020-02-18 20:17:28 |
| aether | beautiful depressionrightful and right heir apparent: to happinessshow me the way, light the corridors.troubling times, troubling mind.empty and null. void and contained.but soul surges above.and all's real but most facts are falsehoods.dying to know, what's realsemblance of, freedomlife is, exactly what you asked for.deep downand all the beauty, is what drives me. but, also the beauty within.and everyone's fair and comely.fear is a friend, and so are all the emotions.i greet them, within the shadows.happily married and marred to and from my woes.and intrinsically unattached all the same.nothing need be risen above, that you don't want to defeat.the divine lives through us, even when we're on repeat.and everything is completely fine. | 2020-02-14 22:35:07 |
| aether | blind mancan't seereality isall treesso many that are freei'll fling myself outfling myself out...and the flowers spring, out of my graveeverything's fineeverything's mind.wake up to the mystery, i'm back awake on the planet again.sisyphus reborn.liquid propellant, water down my gutaqua freedombasic...♥♥♥♥ it, is there an easier way to die? words repeating, cancerrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrtwisting turningcan't handle, realitysequenced joymood simulatorvicarious emotioneverything's a downer.Free me.Behest for the angelic.Tumbling down.Uninterrupted dream apocalypse.Give me a dream, that doesn't end.Hope, vicariously experienced, lasts a bit with little virtue. | 2020-02-13 02:23:53 |
| aether | righteous anger, righteous furydeath parade. at the end of the day, and all's a dream, then I guess I forgot to let myself be.everything's on top of my head. the weight is crushing down.i'm an illusion, my visage and face is crooked. Hide myself due to the pain.rot in vain. embrace vanities neverending. taking very few liberties where others are concerned.crushed by the weight of the world. ready to become a tornado, lifting all to heaven. delusions of grandeur, enamored.haunted and predisposed, for courage.if there's nothing else to do, I guess I'll change the world- for the better. | 2020-02-11 23:02:51 |
| aether | Fascists march on Washington.Fascists in our minds.Fascism in the news and fascism in the weather.Boiling to the surface, everything I hate.Ready to explode, ready to ventilate.Everything that slights me, makes me stronger. I want to get crushed down, I want to fight my enemies. Beat me to death, and the torrent of heaven cascades over.I'm not afraid, to burn, die.I'm afraid of my own little decisions, my little discrepancies where I try to preserve everything. Playing keepy uppy. Playing to keep things going, alive. | 2020-02-11 23:02:49 |
| aether | failed to be realfailed to be myselfadopted a personaand crumbled. | 2020-02-11 22:49:08 |
| aether | burn marks, engine idlingliquid fuelcirculatingtrenchcoat, diesel katanas, and weaselsgrab you by the throati'm tired of this jokeflake, shot by a rake with ball and finished with swordafraid to invite violencethrive on nothing but desire.the feel of the unreal people around me and depersonalizationderealizationsuffering is ravingravishingravens circling abovelord, free me from this prison.or at least give me a task.selfish pleasuresmaybe i deserve to burn.can't reason your way out of horrible situationsjust vaguely attach yourself to an idea that it'll pass... | 2020-02-11 21:55:01 |
| aether | heat treatmentrabid coldinflux, massive reflexchoking on. choking, exhaustionrapidity and discernmentrapacious instructive tastepace of forefathers gone erase.distaste in my mouthvivid trace of dreams left to abateinconsequential consequencesfear is a killer.naivety and paindragged out to the ball game. strikeoutthrow caution to the wind, another terrible eventcircling the madhouseinability to escape.claustrophobic, agoraphobiafear is a killer,false illusionsdistill the factshone my craft.scream | 2020-02-11 21:44:52 |
| aether | defenseswalls of spikestrifling tact rifegun turrets mountedbackline overwhelmedugly beautiful destructionmines explodingair filled with bloodnothing's leftbut we rebuildthe earth is life isfill in the blank.veil, simulacrummaya, illusionbut i'm just a spewgeyser building anewand i'm fond of sayingthat everything is finebut i'm a raging infernoof indescribable emotion.and i don't think it's the bipolar. | 2020-02-11 21:24:17 |
| aether | Just want to be sadder. Just want to wear myself away.Erosion of the psyche, erosion of the man inside.Pay no attention to the man behind the curtain.I'm a fool. Suggestion.sharp painsnever go outside.stab and tear, the voices insideyou aren't reali'm torturing myself with the mock voice of others.years of accumulated wounds.self-sacrificium. | 2020-02-11 21:16:28 |
| aether | momma said i gottackling fueli'm about to do something, except- i drool. I may stop keeping track of my age. I may stop keeping track of anything.I might just slip, down this terrible mountain, that I've climbed. Might just fall off, petrifyingly tall. Steep drop. Clop of the horse at midnight.Full moon and eerie shakes.Delirium tremens, post hypnotic slake walls of terrible fate.sliding down the precipice of totalityno more morality.dying to find,nothing is aligned.Jagged cliff. High ground, scorched earth. Flare stacks burning.Meat industry and all consuming.Society built on obligation.Nihilism.Terrible fiction. | 2020-02-11 21:16:26 |
| aether | blunt instrumentsmashingcrashing and winging the enemywish i would die in one fell swoopmaybe it'll come true someday.yet I'm angry, and I'm going to fight to stay alive.to spite life in some way.i'm already dead and living my fantasies when i sleep.but part of me masochistically embraces this reality, soi can't complain that others are sheepbecauseeverything is - flying apart, high speedatoms colliding, smashing,another day.nuclear atomic fires roast me alive.nuclear atomic fires, never leave me merely in fear.death wish.semblance of vain hope.semblance of vanity and a bonfire on which i place myself.no need for a witch hunt, I'm already deeply in regret for every little bit of pain I cause.and if people deserve it then it enlivens me.shadenfreude to the nth degree. reality perfect as it is.nuclear atomic fire, consuming my life entire. | 2020-02-11 20:55:22 |
| aether | vividly terrified to exist | 2020-02-11 20:30:41 |
| aether | i do not care.i do not care.mantra mantralies, liartruth, oracle,sightseer,dyingbecause i got nothing. and i'm going to ♥♥♥♥♥ about it.dying, dying, nothing, nothing. it all seems to be a pointless endeavor.dying, dying, wearing blackness like a cloak.sheathed in stressanxious to cleave this mortal coil.extricate myself from reality.doom and gloom, zoom and boom.dragged down,nascent primordial stew repeating itself.undisturbed, here i'll layforevereyes boiled into a grave, facing the sun.turmoil and ragged breathfacing the troublesome.don't want a part in reality, if it's not gonna acquiesce. or maybe i'm a ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥, who can't handle the problematic. Weak willed and weak constitution. | 2020-02-11 01:56:25 |
| aether | uninterrupted 24/7 hour televisionpurge my souli'm drowningjust another joe schmoe.fiery eyes, want to rip throughjust angrylanguiddying to knowdying to be myself.cancerous edgejagged eyes, hypnotizefiery deathcascading from scorched skies.trembling pastlanguidity passjutted hedgehog personality.pricking those who've harmed me.do your best.do your best. | 2020-02-11 01:47:26 |
| aether | pain in mejust another joe schmoe,but i'm gonna help peoplein this hell.everyone feels the same way, we're all dyin'.why make it worse.honor and good will.to go down properly with a sinking shipcodes of love and notoriety,neuroticism.aloneness and no best friendsouls an islandleft to wadeand i'm tired of being complacent.jagged eyes, hypnotizefalling to sintumbling to the abysscancerous riot,fiery eyesstab the human foetired of excusesjagged eyes, hypnotizei want to fall.tumbling to the abyssi want to fall. | 2020-02-11 01:47:23 |
| aether | life is obscenely vacuous. | 2020-02-11 01:13:36 |
| aether | is there a quicker way i can teleport my heart outside my body. | 2020-02-10 14:08:38 |
| aether | burning flameutter flameholy namecaustic nightmareterror within lairs,dream layers.falling through, all you must respect.respect given, respect leechedemotions of indication.targeting the psyche for growth.obsession with proceedingdeath leadinghand in handscythe arraigned mind siphonbe myself.want to power through.Won't let them stop me from becoming anew.But life doesn't seem to be here to drag me down, if you can accept events as they are.and others don't harbor ill as much as i residually believe they do. | 2020-02-09 19:42:18 |
| aether | i just want to stab and cleanse.as if friends were parasites.i'm maddened, likened to a lunatic.sane as ever... except that which you regret.passion gone, flooding wrong.seas up to here. forget the year.never want to stop, mania my lot.doubts and skepticism, and that i am left to rot.don't want to write ♥♥♥♥ but i violently lunge.outward, to grapple grappling on.languid and disturbed, emotionally wrungi'm falling into the soup of repetition as a passionate one,refusal to quit burning, reasonable one.prism of light, ignitingthe pain of deadened emotion.maybe i made some misstep somewherethat i must correct.forever prideful of my good qualities. | 2020-02-09 19:31:18 |
| aether | realizing how stupid i've become. realizing how stupid perhaps i am.overly concerned about social situationsbeaten a dead horsei've fallen and gotten stuck underjagged lines, coloring outside the domainmap of the territoryterritory of the brainlameness a cautionary tale, don't poke those who boil beneath.erupting to the teeth.but i've become tamer, and i stay my hand.here to stave off, maybe some of the worlds' woes. grandiose, morose designationsthoughts of other superimposed unto my every thought. | 2020-02-09 19:31:16 |
| aether | torn pieces of mirror fragments of the soul spread out on the groundi feel broken.jagged, rough, unhewn.slapstick comedy causing you to feel nauseous over the lack of empathy for the human condition.dying to know,dying to beunsettlingghosts, demons, entities, visitorsspirit guides, human natureE.T. and fires burning on earth,desire to leave, but not a fan of being weak.hard to be vulnerable. And I want to scream. Is being sad and depressed sometimes self-harm, or is it being natural? Double-edged question, cutting into bone. Mark of the inane, mark of the humane.Brief flash, all the world's an enigma.I'm caught and cornered, I'm wrought and wrinkled.saying things i don't quite want to say. being and entering the foray. | 2020-02-09 19:17:34 |
| aether | cliff-face divenever been one predisposed to harm myselfbut i'm staring in agony, self-reflected emotionnot alarmed but sensing the bells, more musical than not.life isn't so cut and dry, if you have half a brain.but seriousness is goodmaybe so you don't flippantly cause pain.experienced enough harm and pain, to want to refrainbut i'm judging another strain, altogetheror more similarities than there are known.crashing the hypervigilance to a tee erupting emotionalleexdi'm dying slowleefawning over coughing to coverlauding overcaustic explosions exploding overenough to rescind and recoverextract and save a lover | 2020-02-09 19:17:32 |
| aether | nondescriptundeterminablelaughing stock of the whole townhyperbolic acidmelting my soul downprecious ingot.undamnable by any rightbecause we come in and lose our minds along the way.concerned i might beoverly torturing of myself.concerned i might beoverly judge, jury, and executionergiving others their correct judgement, but i want to diebecause i'm afraid i'm not good enough.driving myself mad, driving myself up a cliff.to be better.depression is like marks on the clay, who's to argue with the potter. | 2020-02-09 19:05:29 |
| aether | wounded heartbut not apatheticpain bringing mealong the direction of something along the lines ofor something relating toor of some natureambiguity, lost in translationinability to express.muted and transgressed.what is there even to frown... about..a lot, maybe, but i can't think of anything truly deserving.maybe life is a lot worse than i can actually realize, because i just have my dreams to compare it to.and those have become trouble.drifting away, languid malaisehurt posture, jagged rough to stay.jury-rigged lifespirits say everything will be finei'm terribly afraid, i'm alonei'm tremulously expressing like a drone. | 2020-02-09 19:05:28 |
| aether | separate,unknowingnaive, gullibleundeservingculpable in ignorance.stay on the positive, but i'm drowningjustified sadness? or morbiditycracking under pressurecrack troops don't fretthey keep zealously uprightbut i'm questioning everything,and i'm almost shedding tears.but i'm melodramatic, and it's another dayevery human built with experiencebut a hurtling blow can make anyone question themselves.torn up, i just want to have a reason to be sad.i don't know what this is.but it's consuming.and all the inconsequential things, that i'm told not to pass offkeep accumulating, as i grow tired. tedium ad infinitum. problems and lack of aliveness.the pain keeps me burning, transmuted holy flame.the only good thing to be zealous about, but uprightness and right action?maybe more-so.real emotionfake needsfake drivesfake wantsbut wanting to be sad?terrible commotion. | 2020-02-09 18:55:45 |
| aether | blatant decadencerolling thundercomrades in armsdeath and buried under, asunderlied to and stabbedriddled with bullets and laughed atangsty wrath, tumor of cat's eye,lighted up in the blast radius.grim dark, terror in stark- raving madnesslagged behind, fallen to tsars,terrible woeinstrumentationdictated neglected and forgotten, timid and begotten by godtorn up,torn to pieceslagging behind,creating some type of fiction.genetic inheritance, morphic resonance, soul memorybut i'm hyperdark, and i just want to stew.brooding on issues not new.terrible wounds, crushed zealutter emotional devastation, breaking backsissues not resolved.obsession with violence, regularly exposed.weapons of war. tremendous wear and tear, psyche and starelong hours, bombardment,delirium tremens.inability to cope, blown outstrange obsessions of the mind, filling witnessing eyes with tears.hell | 2020-02-09 18:41:16 |
| aether | no longer seeking laudation.speaking about the same day,tame to my station of very slight elation.relatable entanglement of similar situations andfun laughing and sun andwhat isn't proper, living in the dark with stark reflex, knee jerk reaction to the lax tacit agreement tobumble in the black with noose tiednondidactichung by situational circumstance enforced upon by raw reality's formationi'm left to ponder my woespurely heaped upon me by the breaking of my fragile trembling structuretop-heavy and hitting the dirt like a G.I. at the first sign of strange whistling.cornered and trapped in a maze of insoluble solutions mixing awry with my personality's desires. life a complexity of geometric interactions with causal agents sprinkled in.warfare arisen due to choice.timid tornado, livid estrangement.duality a laugh, within Elohim' lap. | 2020-02-08 14:04:33 |
| aether | souls playing in duality,"you shoot me and i'll play the murdered."something of a spiritual morass, maybe we are all crass.turning and burning the plane to the starsmaybe i'll show you my scars.engine idle, fuel tank lowi'm igniting, the octane i'm invitingtremulous flowunderassigned, undined, undertow,this doe, staring into my eyesloi hate life heretourniquet on my vibesdon't take my notice, commit to vice.Ican't see.i'm blind.moral and tolerablelovable and acknowledgable.fawning and solubleadoring and malleablecrushed and smelted downformed and quenched and invulnerable. | 2020-02-08 14:04:31 |
| aether | dragging out the semblances and vestiges of my own life, vacate and demolisherect and admonishfornicate and establish, forms of communicado that ravishrave and tame, same and drainunroll down the cliff-face.hittin' a BUMP. might as well be stumped. because perhaps everything was overrated and i was gonna hit a ceiling anyway.and i'm ripping the snake skin offeffacement abutment eroded, event-space exploding jagged cliffs rounding coastlines calculable, terrain with a mind of its own.stabbed wounded flow, return to the ocean whence it cameanother lame refrain amid brain influenced by endless grain.how trite | 2020-02-08 13:29:51 |
| aether | struck truck luck♥♥♥♥ a duck i'm in fashionably tucked in to the bed, gripping the sheet curtains over los ojos. findinga reasonto livefinding a treason tocommitlocalized space-time and newtonion physics.gaywads and their derisionfalling off the cabbage truck and missing your friendly cabbage friends.life is short so why not miss it, said the heathen fatalist nihilist who provoked himself into a bad mood.yank out the cords extruding from my mind. unplug the designs overlaid on the divine.daffodil is my key flower, for i am a narcissist, in love with his pooled misery.wishing there were a key to life that i haven't already found | 2020-02-08 13:29:49 |
| aether | 'nother day, another dollar billdip the quillanother rootiness tootiness invaderhere to laugh at my entire lifemirages and phantasmslodges and cabinswish i had to work, wish i was forced to live my life.and it'ssssss another dayyyyyyyyyyand i'm repeating everything to attain a similar effect as yesterday.and i'm fondling my own separate life, like a self-obsessed masturbator.am i bored or do i have something to say.no no noi'm dyingi'm livingi'm truly enlivening, what was already dry and coagulated.every day is new, but i squander all i get.i turn the mop on the enemy,washing him clean.space janitor about to slip you straight out the airlock.flung to distant vistas of rabid dread and impersonal misters.sheepstick crook dragging me away dramatic imagery in my mind, the hell is anything.am i just beingphilosophical zombie and boltzmann brain extraordinaire.scintillating visions,morose foes and woes but everything narrows down to just merely cold toes. | 2020-02-08 13:15:12 |
| aether | torched | 2020-02-08 11:36:28 |
| aether | capsizing and tilting, men out the boardflowing freedoms, figment of my uninterested callous "seen-it-all-before" attitude.and disturbed drives, to lick up the moment.absorbing the foment. tactile unleash-ment.sensuous abatement.attaching to a piece of the ship, so i may end up adrift and not in the smarmy deep.claiming the soul who abides its call of surrender.withering in front of,all those predisposed toother ideas and,men saunter overbut it's all already over.time is ticking but the clocks have stopped.the living began but begot not, so focus,focus. eyeing the timeline.we see our visage, our demisecurtsying over drab rabble and the rubble.set the bow directed at a place of meaning,and forget the leading thoughtin my mindjail roman numerals, accounting the fight,and it goes on. | 2020-02-07 12:28:02 |
| aether | suckin sweet nectar downlike a clownfaux pas incremental bass instrumentalpleiades alpha centaurizeta reticulaie we're all floating alongvectors and directions and where's the next restaurant?punchy ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥.pulls the punchesdim slotmemory has rot.unknowing masses, crowded tasks an' liar foundspace ball interim living, between, semblance of freedoms and strange,bizarre popularityundisturbed man of the highest abode, casting his eyes to observe, perfect harmony.nuance and similarity, familiarity and deja vuno true novelty.expressions built on each other, paradigm shifts a continuationyensen NDE death, describing an earth-like realmbe kind to your neighbors, be kind to yourself.rooted in fiction, atheists and agnostics,hopefuls and knowerswe all abound to circumscribe the truth.but journeys of traversal sometimes require,more than one vessel, | 2020-02-07 12:27:59 |
| aether | jax, max, tax, fax, lax, rax, sax, kick assxewuhwuhuwuwuhuuwhuwhuhwubhjaggedy jaggedy jaggedy jaggedy jaggedyunlock a portal to another planet today! | 2020-02-07 11:48:21 |
| aether | how do i ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ pass away.GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR | 2020-02-06 13:28:15 |
| aether | accursed ruthless bladesnare of a snap of a twig, brought to hang from thy hind.head snaprigor mortisshaking after death, after the fact.nervous system reaction.rhymey sing-songy dancey dancecaustic fires burn within my trance.i'm locked on to the sight of the future.endlessly progressing step by step to the remedial of torture.accept the now.embrace the now.or fall apart.an ultimatum to my self.that i feel is relevant.or maybe it's just spiritual ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥and i maybe shouldn't hang on to things.and i maybe shouldn't feign ignorance.zig-zagged eye, staring into thine.can't ever make eye contact at length.fascist goosestep, lockstep beati'm weaving words together i know not of what i speak.everything's crammed into a corner, life is a shop or a bar.or a social occasion.and i consistently hit myself with my own introspection like a flail badly handled.nonsense all around.jagged jaggieswords stuck in my head. | 2020-02-06 00:43:31 |
| aether | fascist standby, darwinism. survival of the fittest. breed and genetics.soul and aesthetics. beauty and the death plague wiping out humanity's last leg.protective ward, sanguine toward.last minted sword.functionally aberrant and adriftedly raritive.sexually prudish and frigid.morality and tortureniggling doubtthe seasoned who still route,jingoism and heresy aboutlives of zero clout, pressed up against the wallsmilitary maxim, stand your groundsun tzu defense 3:1 ratiotimidity in offense breeds fear and fear brings failure. | 2020-02-05 19:14:15 |
| aether | deathy death deathdig my own grave with the snide inner commentary.tearing a new one with my own fleshly anachronistic mechanisms.i dun't do drugs but i drank me some java, and it lightened up the senses.snap my fingers as i slide toward ya, as they say, comin' at ya sideways because who knowsclimbing this mountain, and coming back down.sisyphus whilst he thinks of philosophy, metaphysics, and spirituality.drive a dagger to rid me of this waking slumber.eyes flattered torpid blatherpulchritudinous acute angles blathering onward inward toward dark spirits. | 2020-02-05 19:14:14 |
| aether | i'm jagged edged.can't shake these loosie loo-seno1 wuz realsforlorn looktepid stew dumped on the dirtjust another lackie following around phantasms of individuals.'nother day i put a few hours in and call it, just to brood.and chagrin and paincursed with free will to plan much trauma and slowly circling the drain.ooohi'm eleventy seventy years old and my gf browses 8chan and is an fbi agent.my friends are ghosts and i'm exactly opposite of what i pine for.gonna order an AKM in parts through the deep web and build me a destiny.sling myself out into the world with nothing to think of but 15 years of TV and games and media.much jokes much laugh tourniquet on the soul, bleeding inanity profusely. | 2020-02-05 18:42:11 |
| aether | da da dala lajourney to the moonquite asininejaggy jaggiesmission taggieslivid nastiesformulation fastieschurn churnsweatshop poetrytorn from momma at an early agejust another sad story in the middle of tragedyor whatever, grey clouds crowd me outand i fought my waythrough the playful mudbut i'm insincere, and i'm fully distraught.umph umph oomphdunna na'nuther 'nuther just another falling vaunted man purely by his own metricthinkin highly of a pigsty personality, happily rolling aboutjagged edgiesanistropic costs nothingbut a bullet cost you everything | 2020-02-05 18:42:05 |
| aether | clocked in the head with a suckerpunch to the eternal time-store of brain-memory-villewell, i fell off the turnip truck, and got slung into a Law of Attraction vortex.then i sucked up what i could like a golf ball through a gardening hose.and much to my admiration, i performed a jig.much hauntingly lauded.vauntedly distraught and spinning from thought to thought exposing the horse's trot to next dear destination, life's a journey or something something.my poetry sucks but i'm going to post this anyway. DUCK DUCK GOOSE. *runs* | 2020-02-05 18:28:49 |
| aether | something something i'm a ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ failure but i'm gonna put my foot forward and oopsfailed again.oopsoopsoopsok sorry let me- *bulldozed into a massgrave* | 2020-02-05 18:19:26 |
| aether | alack, alack, foisted above terror and being relegated to still eat hard tack.and insanity drives an attack.but energies and motions are of complete stillness and mills continue to humble their grain.inside my mind, my brain, i've a refrain, continuously melting the visage of my former self, in order to restrain the sense of drain offered me by life's inane dreamy lame tameness.rebellion in heart and knowledge, refined into a slow beat. | 2020-02-04 16:47:08 |
| aether | lady deidre lady mead re: roger thatfear mesimple stepsimple measuredot and stashall your other cash'till the system collapseinevitable declinesystems alignself-correcting biomechanismbiocentrism. lords, fools.often tools,interim destruction.mass insurrection.calmly going. transitions.left and right, poised to fight.unending nonsense, raise the flag of godsense.jagged edges, deep seated stares.lairs of abodes hidden in plain site.sensual catastrophe.nihilism and scientism.miles and tragedy.life left in normalcy.nothing to fret, but beget another arousal.coinage and stamped face.nations invisible, nothing is truly of disgrace.men toil under, gloves of mundane jovial surging forcesready to clap ready to panzerknack. | 2020-02-04 16:47:05 |
| aether | lesson of arithmetic. count your blessings, another tic and tatbrought on by max wrath. +1laugh. It's all over now, but you've only just gotten started. Middle of eternity. Death imminent, death proprietary notion. Sell souls to the masses, jar 'em and stack 'em.instant gram dosage of email nation noticecognitive thought, despairing your lot. another stop. telegram: hash dot./html5 program excessive arrestive qualities begetting another self-diatribe, please shut up. focus on the other, outsource yourself into another.haughty eyes, hypnotize: love humanity. Lady Deidre of the Planet speaks to me. Don't talk such rot. | 2020-02-04 16:30:46 |
| aether | machinelike raceheartlike racemechina das machinaall systems nominalstatus function satisfactory.limeaid and limonada head space head spacepatterns repsstations accepts dashing dastardlyrationally exceptionallyforward anotherlyonward,onward,toward.lord.father.mother.sons, daughterslurid, furytopsy, turvy.effervescence, in essence. lesson, dress sense.ad-ware, drink your ovaltine.sponsored by sponsored withbig tits. | 2020-02-04 16:30:44 |
| aether | something of a headache to behold. | 2020-02-04 15:03:27 |
| aether | finally calm | 2020-02-04 00:38:28 |
| aether | sea corpusculare drifting like a piece of plankton. | 2020-02-04 00:32:15 |
| aether | And I'm flummoxed. Royally disturbed. Peeved. and I'm tormented a-grave.jagged lines, running throughout the paper. hitting every corner.and i'm undesired, even by my fellows, because i'm not the solution to escape.or maybe that's what i told myself. Let's crank up the beat.Let's up the tempo. Let's figure it all out and jerry rig such an emotion to neverendingly transcend space in forward momentum, inertia-lessly charging straight through objects. | 2020-02-04 00:12:57 |
| aether | time flying so fast flying so slowi'm deep in melodyjagged are my eyes of relate-ability.destroyed in everything, destroyed in nothing.all of all and something to pine forrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrri'll be free of this place, 80 years or one moment away.maybe it isn't even a good attitudejagged eyes, stuffed senses.hammered into a box. focus diminishment. I'm flying about, in my dreams, experiencing all kinds of things, and problems too. Maybe the way I handle this place is the exacerbation that leads to such horrific dreams. | 2020-02-04 00:12:55 |
| aether | undertow the underknow what isn't at surface level and maybe altogether too obvious anyway.then there's nothing left to hide.spinning awry, furnace of my soul heating the ingots of metaphysical torture and learning whatever it is here i came to do.and i'm spiritual but i'm crazy, and a spiritual lyrical miracle individual (thanks filthyfrank)and i'm lonely around company and i'm less lonely than the loneliest i've ever been because truth be told there's a void available that isn't quite as comfy. a nothingness which is consumed by nothing because it is nothing and you grow so cold within it. so i'll take social activity in moderation and when i need it because it's better than the hole of spit pitch dark nothing. | 2020-02-04 00:01:10 |
| aether | fuselage fusillade futile facile facility factory festering fastidious fastening faking factoruttering words into a box. breathing life. being melodramatic. being concerned, being stuffed in. cabin fever pressure release gauge, currently reads that i'm fine.but i'm a crybaby, pampered and given the necessities.and I'm still trying to escape this dull tedious nightmare that I don't want to come alive in yet.fine. i'll just continue.and i'm blown apart, by various devices of the heart.i love and love and love and spin arouuuuuuuunndddddddddand help, help, help. Help!But I'm alright. And everything's perfect the way it is.suffocating social mask and lacking surrender.claustrophobic epitome of boring destruction explosion.two bit hack, two bit narcissist nobody self-hatred speeding along, foisting a new foible upon me.not even sure i'm serious but it hurts when it catches you. | 2020-02-03 23:55:53 |
| aether | storm watchers storm castersstorm riders storm fighterstorn up the placeraucously rippin'a'roarin'.flailing about a strange land,heads on bodies, appendages on spatial temporal occupation.they will roll.and the fight inside is over nothing.and the fight outward is the fight leading inward.and the nothingness come to me is the prosperity i always sought.and the forlorn expression i wear is victory. and each moment has its own special value.and i'm regurgitating what i've been told. puttering about a small land with vast vistas.and i'm flailing about, another social incite/insightand i'm falling down this steep tower of mine, i've erected to see beyond where i am.returning to basics.lasso'd and attached to guidewires and frangibly exploding i'm ok but i'm tired of this life, but i got no purchase or no right to say thati guess.and i'm flailing and without desire for anything externally except what is impossible. | 2020-02-03 23:49:13 |
| aether | cuttin a swathethru the crowdenigma of enigmasunveiled eventuallydisastrous effectstare at myself as i want to sinkwho knowswho knows why i even want to survive.dream at night, keep forgetting what's wrong with this human world when i wake.foolish foolhardy foolishnessejected over nowhereswalk to the nearest nothingness station and posit my card, so i can get the fuel to take the nothingness roador whatever.sit at home, feel at peace, sit in storm, flail aboutcomfort socially awkwardcomfort and nothing to write home about.and another day, chalked up to the great onechalked up to the mighty sun.relinquish our woes and our fears as light punishes us into oblivion of wretched restoration.being told to remain at peace. being told to calm myself.and i'm flailing, amid the storm. everything's alright, but my ego thinks the whole situation is busted. | 2020-02-03 23:41:17 |
| aether | everything in its timejourney is without destination for we continuously grow and change but are always deeply the same and unique forever.everything goes the way it should.and through the hardest of experiences, it was our strength that was already there.brightness is a property of the now moment.we are not without it, everand though we may cry endlessly, no pain is for certain.nor is it heavier than what we are. | 2020-02-01 20:55:50 |
| aether | i'm coming undonelook into the sunthe corona of truth and insightlook into thine eyenothing has gone awrysafe and soundacknowledgement and perfectiongestation, mediationglowing lightfine-tuned habitual ritualglowing lightfixationdousing the flameswe speak within, from without timenothing's ever gone wrong.Time to roll up the curtains. | 2020-02-01 20:46:22 |
| aether | hump day hump hour hump marathonbrace yourself to the station, where you can get off your feet and be carrrrrrrried away.sequined beads.sequenced lifegene sequencedgenome rifetrifle complicatedcopy and type, archetypal jaunt, destinationjourney, slow walkdance calmlyexcitement of the heartcorneas burning the midnight water oilsaddle and bridlegripping the pointless and the nothing.I'm havin' a fun, admiring what isn't.jacked up to max height, in order to repair the underbelly of a blown out full throttle stall.spinning 'round and 'round, 'round and 'round, round 'n roundround 'n roundround 'n roundI'm round and rotund and full of hellacious insecurities and masquerades.full to the brim of ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥so full of my own i just want to drop it.bla bla bla, bla bla bla,bla bla bla, bla bla blarhyme time and riddle line blablablablablablablalbalb | 2020-02-01 20:40:22 |
| aether | soy sauce paradise languid tries and decrepit thoughts piling up like corpses on a beach landingwept away by salty tears.blaring of fearcareless stareanother darecab farestep outtelephones are deadcircling crusoe's island.morosity speaking to me.and i'm already deadand i'm already aliveBut who's keeping trackterrible sigherdeluxe liarshadow side of mefiend of neither from heaven above, to the cradle below.images flashing through my mindvaguely living.and what the ♥♥♥♥ am i doing.tremor of naturefly apart.letting it be. knife through thick fog. can't vacuum the air with a single 'vac.yo this song really slapsin a single collapse, torment through subconscious or conscious decision making. | 2020-02-01 20:27:49 |
| aether | is there an easier way to fall off a bridge. | 2020-02-01 20:07:02 |
| aether | how do i get off this planet | 2020-02-01 16:41:45 |
| aether | towering inferno.sour and in the know.soul escape. soul drama. soul arose.nothing to do but sequence the truthi'm fearlessi'm nothing.i'm everything.and i'm caught in the middle.i'm listening to a song on repeat, and i can't get the rhythms out.Terrible fear responded to with tremendous surging self.Overcoming, washing over like strong waves.Crashing into a body and rippling outward.It's all over, but it's only just begun. | 2020-01-31 08:16:02 |
| aether | insane, riveted,insane, riveted.Attached to a screen. Simplification. Noxious fumes.Burning corneas. Life comes in a dream. I'm visited. Burning foibles. Labels, dreams, cancerous ties. I'm burning, burning sexual organs.It's all alight. And I can't put it out. I'm falling into disgrace, I don't know what's real.I don't know what to pursue. But I got a thing here, in my head, that tells me there's a route, and a desire.wake up, fall asleep♥♥♥♥♥♥♥hellI'm asleep, sleep walking, but I'm vividly stuck awake. It's another metaphor. And I'm drowning, drowning to life.Insurrection against life. Unable to cram open the whole thing lest I break the spigot. All just ideas, and bents, and predilections, inside my mind. Torturing my being 'till I go out and do something. | 2020-01-31 07:53:01 |
| aether | fusillades of fire,attack ship on fireshores of orions beltcascading whilst my eyes meltangsty poetry, angsty lifedreams tell me i'm fine.Life of ire. Ship of desire.Curted blow, disaster-minded.Scared ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥, fearless and putting a step forward.Girls in my dreams. I'm a fan. I'm a hopeless dog. I chase the curtain whilst I circle the drain.Hopeless dog. I'm fan. Females appearing before me, vividly hallucinating.Can't get over my own insurrection against life. Pumping out misspent woes, casting them into the fire, cheeki breekiiv damki.Set song slappage to maximum. His scouter level says he's a doomer ♥♥♥♥ ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥. But he's just lost and coasting from something to something. Direly stepping in lockbeat. | 2020-01-31 07:46:52 |
| aether | coup de grace.raison d'etre.fencing and paceleft to erasewhat my mind produced insteadwilln't progresswilln't trespassforward and backtouch and waves of cool pleasant vibrations reverberating to my headsimplistic gesture.careful measure.oft repeat, oft defeat. tortured gaze.short stays. knuckles white.fission derision breaking apart visioni'm sensuously arrayingvaunted expressionless drainingget over it punk, it's another moment, where the voice in my head scares me half to death.ghostly white, clinging unto life. | 2020-01-30 20:24:59 |
| aether | face melting like paintallegories to the pain felt from monotony.disintegration of being.sight of challenge. my fuel to the fire, indescribable. a song or a moment, recollected, held within, creating energy, movement.true empathy and pity, the rare voice in my head that sounds real and is not my own.as if i glimpsed something strange and novel about life itself, and the colors grew suddenly bright.beating myself down continuously.suppression and repression and what was within, spewing out in mysterious ways.putting it all together carefully.soundboard, songstress lyre, fire, cascade, fusillade, repression, mild renunciation, depressionsession, fresh and tension, lynch, luncheontesting, meshing, caressing, lesion, festering tomb, loom, lune, loon fist, heavy, noxious, quick, tedious, fast, left, right, up down, forward, backward. elementary school, tension, lesion, festoon, repetition, forward, back, up down, left right. | 2020-01-30 20:20:29 |
| aether | intentional suffering.absolvation. illusions and pain.tremendous sadness and entrainment of outward philosophieswords rustling in my brain.words of others, words of my own.bouncing around like a ping-pong ball. Calm in storms, grace in seeming catastrophe.begging for gracebegging for acknowledgementseeking approval seeking myself to be reflected in the eyes of others.Vain acceptance, vain significance.I'm falling away, mask behind the curtain, loops of dignified traces, swept and wept away to find what is left of myself.living on a thought, living on a feeling. going through the motions 'till you can become enlivened again by your favorite thing, meager as it is. through a mirror darkly, or semblance to reality."I feel sorry for you."voice in my head out of the blue, and i carry the weight of the words. | 2020-01-30 20:10:46 |
| aether | prompted searing of the vesselhealing of pain and troublejammed into a wall- victim complex, victim complexdistraughtjagged edgeshard headaches.damaged musculoskeletory system.repeating the same damn song.and repeating the same damn day.I'll make a difference, I'll get out of the hole.And it's another day, wake, tell myself to lower my expectations.And it's another day, wake, tell myself I'm back here again.And It's another day, fill in the blanks.colliding with destiny, grandeur and nonsensevain attemptsself-reproach. self-determination. hard concrete walls. +1, -1.Back and forth. Ball's in another court, I'm not myself. I'm watching in a dream, I feel relief it's not me who's living the story. I can merely observe. And then I fall into beingness, and then I wake back here. | 2020-01-30 20:04:22 |
| aether | struggle through the day. struggle to toleratestruggle to acceptstruggle to see struggle to be.Infatuated with desire, infatuated with other.Escapist dreams, obscene releasesflights of dire delusionsI'm sickly and perturbed, I'm anxious and neurotic and ready to forget the problems, ready to fly myself at the dart board, hoping to at least strike and gain a foothold.sloughing off this endless ouroboros. sense my fear, sense my indignationsense my exploding passion, dying to get outdying to come alive.dying to take measured ground, an inch or a mile.another step, another walk, another minute, another talkhopefully bringing things in.cascading fusillade of doubt and uncertainty.romanticizing a worse circumstance so i can feel calm where i'm at.waves rippling out from dark depths, gazing upon the drowning point, and feeling secure. | 2020-01-30 19:57:55 |
| aether | what is realillusion versus realityhash out a planhash out an actionable hypothesisstruggle with the results, struggle to get out the doorstruggle to livestruggle to fight my way through everything.everything with a pro and a con.throw myself at the wall and hope for a perfect 10.darts is boring. cascade fusillade metered respectdarts on a board, pull them off one by one.dying to be somewhere other, dying to have something work.living takes effort. living takes my life-force. | 2020-01-30 19:51:33 |
| aether | running raggedrunning staticrunning radio silentsinking submersible, depths of new and oldeverything mundane, everything ultimately traversiblewhere do i want to gowhere do i want to betidal forces influencing my brainmoon craze lunar-ticmyths and repeat-storiessanctioned activities and predisposed to narrow-mindednessdeath defying stuntstunted growthbroomstick and doormatembrasure and hollow tit for tatconcern and acceptanceagape and innocencewake and dreamlearn and train | 2020-01-30 19:51:31 |
| aether | perpetual darknesstirednesssensuous traumajarring vision-o-rama life juxtaposed, grandpredisposedunable to bend, but perhaps mendunable to seeunable to bemundane and boringhere to grow up i guess.and to get through my demons. | 2020-01-29 23:03:11 |
| aether | torn into nothingshreds of a shining soul | 2020-01-29 03:36:15 |
| aether | battered bruised blows swinging back and forth in meleeswords cutting twirling in array of trades and spikes and frays connecting through all the threshspoken word, torched swordlighting up the battlefield.but another dullardcast into swamp and the heedless firereturned back and forthi can't escapewe're mired to a point of being exhaustedand i can't seem to find the transmission that opens the way except that i must give in and give up, to see the proffered cup,given to abate the sickness, of not being quenched of a tireless rage, showing the way or cursing my stay.i'm anointed, to stay in my sanity and my safetybut all I want to do is leave the bounds expressed for my unfettered searing zeal.burn.and stay away from me. clausterphobic hands pull me into a shallow pit. restricting movement and entombing my innards with a tallow liquid, to cleanse what wasn't dirty. | 2020-01-29 03:32:28 |
| aether | raging pools of hidden drool collected whilst you slept begot the missing recipe you sentof rent and turgid decrepit status quo arrayment, setting forth standards and enforcing bitterly,not seeing the unspoken.and not ready for the force-feedback blowback recoil storm electrolacutory insanity brewing of a life simply lived without enough honesty, or being deflected one too many times.'till the whole bed collapsed due to a pea, or the straw that the camel couldn't handle.conflagration inside.journey untold. | 2020-01-29 03:19:13 |
| aether | burning passionemitted rash rationof portended doubt and rationalecommitted to purge the injustice within routepunching bagstepping stonevalue and undervaluedcommitted and uncommittedrage and earnestnessseeing and soughtsight and blinderscorner and centertourniquet, for hapless bleedinghemophiliac of tarnished silver soulgangster immediacy brought to bear on the innocentyank and pull all that told what was known before the oldnursery rhymes and platitudes and hidden agendas quiet times and simple innuendos.tepid waters curse men to normality. | 2020-01-29 03:19:10 |
| aether | that engaged in action.slew those who knew his fashiondisgraced and turning away from the past.a solid block of horrid tepid vibrating pain.and silly refrains of mind to spread anxious responses and tireless remorse.And I burn for no reason.And I burn for every reason.And I simplify and torch anew.And I rip to shreds any who vainly approach with metered expression and surreptitious demeanor and false goal oriented behavior.Terror to those who trigger inner rage, long stilled through endless exercises of calming the waters of a senseless flame.Rising to scorch your fingers raw abreast the fact you cannot breathe and can no longer function to disservice yourself and others, morality reinstated through immediate action.Tremendous passion, but also knee-jerk reaction. Somehow enraged, perhaps its own immorality and disdained otherly trauma. | 2020-01-29 03:07:09 |
| aether | nonsense and plasma.jokes and raging internalities.silence and expressionless untold pain.fuel jets, propulsion toward madnesslife a triad of darkness, sadness.exclusion to sightexclusion in rightflames fuel the tragicI'm caustically burning up the lactic acidmelting through tearducts and forming a pool of misshapen nasty magictorn afraylifted above knavesfoolsand enlightened folk altogetheri'm thrown to the pits and the dogs and the lionsTrained and embittered, embroiled in defeat and rising up above eye-levelthe water steadily fizzles dryand i'm no more.but a tale of passion. | 2020-01-29 03:07:07 |
| aether | A soul, a soul, eaten up inside with everything. Imagining the flames rising higher.The icecaps melted and the red giant cascading through our minds, lifting us up in timeincinerated beyond the brine, of deep salt water, all vaporized and expunged out into the vectors.I'm on fire, trapped entire.Will not expire. Will not tire.Flames wick at your feet as you gaze upon what you thought was slick weeping tears, languishing across the years.I'm engrossed in infernal ire.The pains brought to gyre, shooting out of orifice and quaint expressionless tire.I can't stop it.It'll only burn 'till there's no oxygen, lighting the atmosphere into a torch within vacuumed space.And I'm admired. Because I can't fathom more furor. Set ablaze notions of eradicable space, everything's a pyre. | 2020-01-29 02:50:30 |
| aether | I'm falling, falling from a great height.And no one can see me.I'm falling, falling from a great height.And no one knows about me.Life is a journey to the center.Life is a journey to the mental.And I'm falling, falling from a great height.Because I can't see what would be perfect to hold.And the journey is in the middle.And the synergy is all fizzled, completely mental.I'm left to transpose what I thought were my woes instead I have great hopes, and even worse expectations.I'm falling, falling so hard.About to hit the ground, I close my eyes and live again. I'm here, here to live again.Falling in great throes. And everything is on fire, because I know of no greater expression. A terrible sun beats down upon me.And I know, I know there's no greater conflagration.Than a soul caught in a hole with but one goal, emancipation. | 2020-01-29 02:50:28 |
| aether | fire metaphorsequence d'tragiquewordless mouthrunning mothopened losttorment embossedghastly visagetorn lifetorn bruntsoothed by screaming, because i continue to burn, to escape, to live, to die, to know somethingand i'm soothed by nothing, because nothing speaks most vividly.and i'm soothed by everything, because everything most beatifically forms.and i'm soothed by your visitation, because love is everything.Humans begot rocks, and rocks begot people. Communication and silence, nature and nihilist.I'm free from such things, but I live by precepts. hunches, doubts. unknowns.and i'm falling from a great height.And I'm neverendingly self-chiding and exposing what was inward in a effortless battle of opposing forces easily commit to battle. | 2020-01-29 02:31:44 |
| aether | crash and bitternessclang and tragic fetterednessloam and soap and come homeback from the river we return our own fatty acid liver.sailing up and down the coastline, we riddle betweenrocks beneath the surface, of our lives come to the foregrip.undertow and in motionloaded up and brought to bear. torch it.mental anguish brought to you by life itself. do i got an excuse, or is this guilt a real thing.infant mewlingdistant droolingi'm affectedmysterious sound nestled within a song.calms the nerves or rattles themtired soliloquies - tired trampling my own gardenscreaming into a form, writ borne out into text digitalum. I'm scared of being alone. I'm scared of dying. I'm scared of most or maybe all of it. | 2020-01-29 02:23:04 |
| aether | automaticproblematiccaught erratic laughing in staticlife a dark hole of mental toyednessautomatic escape-o-matic infomatic cauterize the escarpmentlift the woes trembling throes automatic death's doorgeriatric pedotastic full fledged murderer full fledged martyrself-serving acid spitter no clue clueless to what i am.burnt away by years of tragile interactileationfragile and infantile and manlet and manchild and tortured and about-faced.Rolling and crying and tumbling and rolling and dying and forming and loading my gun and explodingOut of the infomatic autodidactic infertile pneumatic juxtaposed clarity dome addict burnt alightfoes arighttoes to nosetuck and rollpain and lohere we gorev up, rev up, tumble and rollOut into the world to and fro. | 2020-01-29 02:14:51 |
| aether | burnt mellowcorpse tell-tale how do i escape this planethow do i escape this shadow of my own mind's eye.hailstorm in a holocaust.sight in a flare lostnaked and jeered apart from a crowd totally incited toward mindless and set aright.fear fear fear fear fear fear fear fear fear fear fear fear fear fear fear fear fear fear fear fear fearexplosive and meltedfacial tension and trustedhealed and stabbed throughcan't face what i can't stomachRended and bought upon mankind's store-facenever mended but set to raze these irises rip through, these eyes see what i can't form.Impossible to consume, needled, and safeJaunt out to traverse the same straight line.My life could use some 'adjustments', to use a poorly apt word. | 2020-01-29 00:25:14 |
| aether | caustic flames of dire arraign my love and joys cast down to the pits of hellproffered proverb offer no respite despite my repeated trespass over my own intrepid spirit.ready to yell in horrorI look in the mirror and tormentmy visage I toil aroil these boils do appear to be staunchly aratcheted to my faceand if they meant anything at alllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllland if they meant anything at allllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllI would care to know.And I would fall so far apart.And I would care to hear the story of your wounded heart. Embattening the defenses down.Launching the scourges of humankind. I seek to desperately wrest you of your warm-hearted security, because I am willing towards other productions. | 2020-01-29 00:16:21 |
| aether | scream of the century livid and aroused.Awake and dreary. near-y the nary the faerie and the drove a-stove and starry eyed sky wide and ride till dawn we die.Live and tried and a-route we apiece the aforementioned life we took supposedly adrift this new incarnation I took. Foresook the entirety of diseased rarity, spoken begot my charity. Torn 'tween hilarity and to disparity. | 2020-01-29 00:09:52 |
| aether | Socially disfunctional. My brain hurts and I'm tired.My lame-ity flies in the face of enormity. Spiteful of trite storm and hypocrisy.Unload the ammunition. Pack it together. Pull it all together and throw it to my fellows.Quatrains and mental trains and feigned elated names.I'm scornful of true riddles outside the range of my fiddle and home and kit of emotional baggage and response driven drivel. Robotic and kinetic and little.Fire away. Fire away.Boarded up and quartered. Lit up and enrapt and put asunder, put under.Cornered and thunder. Lifted up, skies buoyed up, all are the Lords' son, but we remember. Our foes have gunpowder and wish to strike us allover. We sink and we swim, but we win and we are twin.Live and trim, the rudder and the cutter, to return and embrace the lass hopefully of not anutter. | 2020-01-29 00:09:50 |
| aether | flown to new heightscascaded downfold up the flag and the map,raising the territory above the territory.journaling my destination while it brings me there.cancerous and tumorous and red, inflamed inflammation and red and about to squeal dead.red and dead and led above the towering flights of fancy and the collapsing bridges of pure willflown,dronecrone.alone. Tone. A moment alone. Joan d'Arc, sacrificed.Peaceful and atoned. Lodestone.brittle and brick.thatched and enrapt.cared for and blanketed.century of war century of staminacenturion of loremore, more,more.joy and gorelordmy simple core.shaken and innocent.enjoyed this thoroughly, let us adjure flames ignitetied to a pyre of frightI'm alight. A witch caught out. A blamed person haunted to escape.Feign ignorance and run far far away. | 2020-01-28 23:56:32 |
| aether | abutmentdynamo of flightplaying the lyrefeeding the mirestyle of tirephoenixing another diremodetonedroneconealonephonetonealonedrone tonephonecone of light, emitting from spires of frightlies on towers, flying in terrorjagged nightmare | 2020-01-28 23:56:30 |
| aether | Fear won't get me down. I'm invincible and withdrawn. I'm cornered and vulnerable. I'm lit alight amid shafts of blazing flame. Surge. Tempo. Withdrawn, symbol. Curt. Courteous. Bliss. Fizzle. Clap my hands. Snap my fingers. Strike a reason. Existence.Avalanche. Jamboree. Tourniquet, my frown.Scorching skies, torrential noise.Let the fires play. Except we burn with them.Separation and invitation. Light in the eyes. I'm in disguise. Forget my lies. Open to ready demise. Journey to the skies.A-fie. Cancerous ties. Mentally dry. Expounded and try, trite and worse.Session, abated. Wresting aface itTorn jarring Scream, a soundLeft, to drown.Water, swimI can't, but I'll dive in. | 2020-01-28 23:34:45 |
| aether | Retaliate and know, that either side of the sword can be weapon. Bludgeoned outBludgeoned out. I can't feel I'm outTorn up I'm outFeeling aroseTerrible woeMake-believe and terror abound. Sensuous night, masquerading blanket of pitch darkness.Moon shone large,fears were strengthmen were ignorant but freedom is slavery.I'm not into these things, my life is my own. Jabbed beneath the seat. Operating the pedals with my hands. I don't believe any of these things. My scorn is sensuous and forlorn.I'm on fire.I can't get quenched. I'm left to burn. My conflagration is immense.The whole tempestuous season is adjourned. Shut out. Shut in. Burning alive for the dramatic resurgence. | 2020-01-28 23:34:43 |
| aether | cold and mellow and toldMold and yellow and soldKnows and fellow and oldCold and folding down through loFeeling pain and feeling the semi hurtle pastI'm inside, I'm tunneled into the wall.Rejection and social skillsTrain and school and work and oldI'm a fool let me go.I'm in the know.Let me fleece my own fur.Let me sing what's really inside deep.Turncoat and mental riotFathom this, I'm in spiteLost all balance, careening through a crash.Strap me in, fire the cannon.Rip through the airLoosened up my enemies.I'm afraid. | 2020-01-28 23:34:30 |
| aether | Ineptitude screaming out. Screaming my heart's pain out. Shut up already, twisting the boot into my sentient body. Unaware, blacking out, I'm here to shear what's left of my mirror.falling to solipsistic protectiondivine intervention spiking my attentioncut and opposed terrible fear and streaking madnessI can never get out of this town.I'm tumbling over the people shuffling quietly in their graves.What a destination, what a show.I love my insides. I'm more afraid of others than I care to show.Let me out, let me scream the pain out, I'm flinging insults and maintaining brevity at the expense of my soul.Spinning, spinning deadSpin the sufi said.im fine. | 2020-01-28 23:15:34 |
| aether | bludgeoned and battered and bruised and blued and purpled and reded and sanguine and morose and lovable and toastnone of these circumscribe realitytear the pagetear what was left of meTear up, my eyesmy foesMy woes.I'm a temperI'm in throesDeath gripsCan't mediatewhat once already was. I'll keep going. Radiating what's underneath. | 2020-01-28 23:09:47 |
| aether | infinite sorrow be mine if i go looking for it.can i possess an emotion? can i claim it as mine? do i make it my own. Can I develop true feelingAm I making a fool of myself constantly? Is the embarrassment a novelty.Could I speak in front of a crowd without caring. Because I've been to dark places? Would I care if I even still got nervous?What would happen if I suffered again in a big way... would I survive the aftermath.I'm not afraid. But fearlessness requires respect of what suffering truly is, tempered by fair judgement and actual monstrosity that is pain. | 2020-01-28 23:06:41 |
| aether | tinker toy motor gear wheel spun up and left to toil with side step side step back and forthI've fallen to an abyss of inverted joyI can see the loveI'm drawn to things both positive and negative, but positive again...And I'm flying, flying over everything. Don't snipe me out of the sky with your altitude detonating flak, or I'll never see the sky again. But desperation is a curious force. | 2020-01-28 23:02:40 |
| aether | glazed eyeshappiness abatedhappiness tradedhappiness embodiedbecoming my selfor seeing all for naughti'm a lotI can take the entire - stopwhat.sufi spinning, unravelinglies told become fears and the personage becomes erraticwish i could describe things better. | 2020-01-28 22:54:50 |
| aether | peace at choice | 2020-01-28 21:51:22 |
| aether | what if at night i knew everything, and came back to this place.what if at night we mourn but prance in joy.what if we do nothing remotely similar to being human, but remember all the facetitudes of itmultitudinous in design and structure. what if when we dream, we think fondly of some unknown thing. and we love people again, and think when we come back, we'll try to love again. or maybe it's more bright than that. maybe it's even better.there's nothing wrong with this planet or being here. but i miss my dreams, and i know there's something on the otherside, even if i'm being a little saccharine in tempor over it. | 2020-01-26 21:07:48 |
| aether | and what if a whetstone begets a sharp sword, but the object in question be-eth doublebladed.and what if corrolaries and simulacrum and qualia and objects and dictionaries and visions and rudimentary guesswork all led to the same place. or to infinitely many.what if at night you permiss the impermissible.and in the waking you condone or reject. and then you awake again. and you wake again.and falling through these dream layers, you begin to realize, that sometimes it's no good to try so hard.and what if my useless platitudes were but a pilot light.and how so would anything function at all. | 2020-01-26 21:07:46 |
| aether | What if you embraced someone because the pain is severe.what if platitudes didn't reach you.what if you did something because you merely wanted to do it. like standing at a spot so you could slow down and think, what if you stopped worrying about copying others.what if you didn't want to be a copy.what if there was another way.what if you couldn't hold a candle to the light that was already bright so you put down the stick so you could think without fright.and what if listening to someone's mewled rantings was somehow informative, like their innards came out to speak something ineffable which they dream about every night but has no allegory in the real world.and what if i could cry again. instead I grow hard like a stone, and my mood calcifies. | 2020-01-26 20:59:16 |
| aether | i'm drifting through here. I'm drifting through being.i've got one foot in the water, one toe in there.the water is cold.and i'm cold.and the atoms in my body are... eternally vibrant? vibrating slower? do they move.what if every second of every day you were attacked and berated for your meek statements.what if on the course of each day you found that you needn't respond.what if on the third day you became internally inverted and looking within.what if on the fourth, you quit coffee and slept all day so you could remember your dreams, and they didn't forcefully manifest themselves into your life with a sharp crack reverberating throughout reality, ending your current life as a facade maker.What if you fell through a gap what if this gap was a concept. | 2020-01-26 20:59:13 |
| aether | I'm sorry, but I didn't need to be. platitudes whilst i snore from waking apnea with my poor posture and sickening display of being a human.I'm sorry and I have no regrets.I'm regretful to have ever been sorry. I'm sorry about the previous so now I'm truly sorry.I'm a tumbleweed tumbling throughout space and time to arrive nowhere in particular.and other trite statements made in the course of unending utter love and compassion.or so the spiritual people tell me. | 2020-01-26 20:51:40 |
| aether | light the fire, i'm already burnt. The camp is dry. I've run out of metaphors. The stream trickles nearby. I'm already burnt.I'm penniless and cornered. I'm tired of me statements, or afraid of them. I do not wish to impose. I'm flying about a strange land with my helicopter of tempestuous seas. Sky invert, extrovert ambivert. Ambidextrous scrooge mcduck. Self-effacement met with a battering mace.I'm sad and unfortunate. I'm weary and leery and all the same. thoughts of safety and concern. properties deleted and cut and pasted.self erased. propensity denied. scared and shiftless. mirrored and drifted. unknown and truth.trite, continuous, daily. repetition. heard before. heard before. | 2020-01-26 20:51:38 |
| aether | Haunted and morose. Caustic towards others and perplexed. Framing and taming. Singed heart, row of stones surrounding a fire. Sometimes I can almost cry.We're dropping below the radar. We're flying beyond SAM altitude.We're something, we're something. We know ourselves to be. Yet we don't need prove it. Yet proving it is sometimes good. Yet yet yet, we're creating metaphor for the current, when perhaps something else is more pertinent. Strange thought. | 2020-01-26 20:44:44 |
| aether | Such a shame he'd never make it. Such a shame he didn't exist like us.Such a shame they put so much on him. Such a shame it didn't transgress.Such a shame it all became for naught. Such a shame everything reset at the end of time and became a knot, tied over my wounded head. Slip of stance, slip of innocence. Peace and trance. Life and reticence.I'm falling apart. But everything is coming together. And I'm not afraid of events, except to know the pain that comes from them. This type of fearlessness bound by its own understanding. And yet the pain that comes is more or less the same, perhaps.I'm sorry, and I regret. I pain, and I never fret. I'm sane, and yet I'm inane and lame and drained.fly to the dreamless dream, that which screams inside when you draw to be in the daydream. | 2020-01-26 20:44:38 |
| aether | Live in vernacular, live in slang. Live in jargon and live in pain. Live inside a home, dwelling within your mind, an abode of the soul, a toll taken on psyche and indicating I'm fine.I listen to the same damn song, and I keep pressing the Play button. I'm shedding the skin of being human, because it was never much interesting. | 2020-01-26 20:35:24 |
| aether | Worn another day.Beget another similaritude. The monotony driveth forward. I'm stuck. I'm progressing. I'm moving ahead. I'm dying, I'm living. I'm all in my head. I can't see. I'm fornicating with my wild thoughts of abandon. I'm not concerned about living, I'm not concerned about dying. I'm only concerned about nothing. Because my heart is at peace. But I'll write to form a treatise between my self and its upwelling of emotion. You're fine dearest. You are okay. And we're also not okay, and that's fine. Don't mind it. Don't shelter, don't coddle, don't lambaste, don't destroy.Don't do anything, except do everything. | 2020-01-26 20:35:18 |
| aether | falling off a bridgeof no consequence.spirituality tells me i'm wrongman tells me i'm vapidatheists tell me life is chaos and sprung from nothingi'm just getting stiller and stiller as i sit with myself on the day by day.the stillness super-pervades.the stillness erases what eroded day by day. Collected into a bin, shot through a chute, in someone's laundry basket, left to decay. | 2020-01-26 20:35:16 |
| aether | It's a nightmare oooooo yea. It's a pretty dream, oooh man. I love myself some quaking terror. I reject and recollect and project and tourniquet my pain and my woe and my somber attitude. | 2020-01-26 20:27:50 |
| aether | Away from the perfect place, to experience a bad one. I think it's the bright type of optimism, the only type of optimism. Pragmatism is for people still trying to cope. Realism is for those somehow able to have the worst bypass them, or they haven't experienced it yet. Fantasy is the realization that we're already ♥♥♥♥♥♥ by normal means.What a world, and yet what a perfect place to dream. To go into the dreams at night and escape, what a thrill to be gone from this place. | 2020-01-26 20:25:37 |
| aether | falling off a foreverdreams and visited tremorcomplicated riddlesrhyme scheme and a fiddledeathjust another day passing by slowlyTime doesn't get quicker, we just get number. Or we're entering ThE FiFth DimenSioNwho the ♥♥♥♥ knows. I'm never getting slimmer, rather crush myself under a rock like the Salem witch trials. More weight please. What a perfect example...Dealing with things is odd. Do we even have to try.Can it all just slip away. The facades dropping, the effort pooling to the floor from our disembodied head's as we scream into what is essentially a void because the status quo is impenetrable, reality is so thick. We can't get through it without becoming encumbered.What if we really just were on a strange vacation... | 2020-01-26 20:25:35 |
| aether | i am the evil of which i speaki am the haunted mouthi am the scourge i seek to destroy.I prolong my own demise.I throttle the engine of temptation.I've got my own realized problems.i am my own problem child. | 2020-01-22 14:58:40 |
| aether | the walls break and the seas come in | 2020-01-22 13:08:55 |
| aether | riddle dribble frangible gas grenade incendiary mockup accursed stock-uparmaments falling through the floor.exploding infantile netherworld materiale oil spewing from a geyser janky approach rough landingcursed scope of a life lived in panic and heart cut off from all who reproachparts flinging apart, please end it.I express my mind, I express my cold feet. Need some type of cure, need some type of mini-death minispeak double plus ungood. Dreams cascading into meaningless life, but this is what I say, not what I feel.I'm about to jerryrig my hand to a weapon, I'm about to curtsy and bow. I'm about to tumble. Dirt and gravel, vegetation and bramble. | 2020-01-22 11:54:44 |
| aether | Holding all within the hull, a sinking ship believes it's full. But the cargo is noxious gas, empty and leading to morass.The waves lift us all, but this one pulls hard to escape his own mirage. His own fall. And where is there to fall except down. Even in water. But a resting place. | 2020-01-21 23:58:55 |
| aether | i throw my exploding pain into a bottle to contain iti breathe and expel my air to resolve iti'm crooked and shiny and mentally brineythe sea has claimed my soul as i encorpusculate the corpuscisicles forming unto my bridge, my port and bowsinking to nowheres depthlistless and depressionate scorned and scorninghorny and top-heavylistless and breathlesspointless and dredgelessweightful and weightlesscinching down what is starlessBright light pouring out of my eyeballs. Jostling the stern with all the waves cascading upward into infinity. This life of me is scared and infantile, this life of me is small and futile. This life of me is nothing and everything. This life of me is falling apart and rejoining at the seams. This life of me is forever and nothing. This life of me is the beauty and the pure dirt. This life of me is masturbating and desert. Deserting those who were. Deserting those who become. Please forgive me, I am a guilty one. | 2020-01-21 23:58:35 |
| aether | Attack bells, breasts swell,mentors chidemen hideforever tormentlast a riddle of momentaggravated, well-beingaggravated, well-beingI'm imploding, cutting swathes of nooks and crannies into the niches of the world.Cutting swathes of swords through endless fields.Cutting swathes of notches into every door I pass through.All the world, cut to ribbons, cut to tears, cut to evisceration, to notches in the skin,to the lament, to the tormentto the endless world falling away before the momentous skytortured and lamented that we should gaze on something that reminds us of elsewhere.where we return in dreams and ponderjust what the hell we're doing just what the hell we're doing hereJust what the hell we belong to, and what madness ensue when we consider the unreachable brewed into the essence of reality, giving hints at every corner or whisp, every gaze or snatched glance into the shadows of the indoors. | 2020-01-21 23:49:51 |
| aether | Filing down existence and falling away permanently. I expose my ugly side and rear the monsters forth, many in number. They all cling to the anger, riding them in vast hordes.I can't ever grab hold of them. They deserve their freedom but I hold on to the grip of my self. My beingness. And the monsters replete with their madness vanish into thin air, because illusory tides of moonswept water wash into my hair of perfect uncare.Disturbed and noise ridden. I falter. And I sit, peacefully. | 2020-01-21 23:45:03 |
| aether | Incogitory reality spilling into vapid flames of menial existence soothing into the soul of mild raison d'etre, filing downfiling down... I'm filing all of existence down into a honed edge.I'm pulling the scraps into a bag and reutilizing them...I'm cinching away the corners for the perfect moment, when all will fall into place and the world finally makes sense.Or perhaps it's the living of it now and the truth within.Or perhaps I'm falling away into myself from variant angles juxtaposing my madness, my desire, my lofty ideals and my true goals.I'm hiding from society, I'm hiding from life.But it still lives within me. And I'm forlorn and disempassionate and I'm falling and flying through dreams on an everscape of blue never-scent never smelled never forgotten beingness, turn't, learn't, expressionless, smiling for no reason, I continue with the night. | 2020-01-21 23:45:01 |
| aether | soaking up the beamscoasting through dreamsliving without a scenebelieving in the perfection and the lovethe blissthe sadness serenethe solitude endless and the torture self-enabledturn-offable at any time...cornered and expressionate, ill become what i sought to bring to the world.flying offsanguinity mixing through the years of percolating dayssimple and cleandrastic action no longer required. running around with my head cut off- ended...I am feeling fine and I'm all put together. What is this being of mine. How do I cogitate the riddles.Escaping the entrapment of daily jest transforming into monsters under my bed. Inconsequential habitual restatements. Habitual cleansing of my mind body and soul. | 2020-01-21 23:37:32 |
| aether | happy thoughtshappy thoughtsad infinitum escape from enroute devastation. Fear of the inevitable tumble, though I shan't consider it inevitable. I'm all good, it's fine. And the world's a bright place. | 2020-01-20 21:35:17 |
| aether | Jagged and rough, coughing and tough. I'm floundering about in a sea of fish I don't wish to swim with, won't join their school, won't join their mission. I'm floundering about, in a sea whilst being a jobless lout. My hopeless admission, catered to your derision.Setting the smorgasbord for your knife stabs and your wallops to the head. I retreat to the surface, where there is light. | 2020-01-20 21:28:47 |
| aether | assault, turn and vaultlearn to escape the volley of dark arms behaving as projectilesgrasping, painingpain and maskingpulling, undergrabbing and masking, my behaviorI'm flailing, drowning beneathSmiling, and knowing, that all's coming to an end as I bequeath Kingdom of heaven, above and below, I'm not certain, what I can give to thosewho make me feel, like I'm falling inside, through a dreary sky and a mentalistic environ of my own makingwho sees no lie, except that which is Trying.baggaged words, jotting thoughts and expressions. i want to scream, explode, nihilistically runningExplosive rattling the cage, the walls, shrapnel tearing the ceiling of my calm, ceiling of my being. | 2020-01-20 21:28:45 |
| aether | Don't worry about it, because it's as if nothing happened. It's all inconsequential and tiny to some other thing, that could be far grander. A life caught in the mix. A world stormy and dark.But there's always a haunt from my dreams, a tic in my brain and my personality which leads me to disregard the whole mess. I want to drop it all away. I want it to stop taking station up on my clothes and in my bones, watch it vaporize off my visage. | 2020-01-20 21:20:24 |
| aether | flames lit, torching the causeway.craft swooping on and through the scene.eyes on you.enlightened, situation brought oncancerous fearbegetting itselfjammed a note into my mouth, warning me of my own distaste.the self-critic dissolving as it loses its ability to stay afloat amid all the disasters.I'm flying through life on a carefree notion. I'm lilting about the simple devotion to the truth underneath the perturbations.It's all a dream. It's all a careful preen, as I sit here singing and removing debris from my being.Nothing is for certain, except that which you hold in your soul. I'm tumbling down another rabbit hole.And nothing's as it seems because all's a much lambasted fiery terror of miserly cobbled together story. | 2020-01-20 21:20:22 |
| aether | Careening into function, careening into importance, but it's all a perfect happening. No wrongs wrought. I consider this and know it to be the best philosophy.jutting out a flaw, fussing about while things go awry.All in its perfect place, and I pamper myself back into oblivion. | 2020-01-20 21:10:08 |
| aether | charge up, charge down, charge up revving the motorized engine of my adrenals for the ever-approach.Flying in, flying off. Warping in and out. Dwelling inside a constant spiral notion embodying myself with others like I can affect the world in a serious manner. But me myself I find myself impotent and incapable.And my dreams, the only thing I've ever held in high above, way beyond, esteem.Bliss forever, bliss in and out. Peace forever, peace in and out.Temple mind, temple forehead besmirched. I'm overly concerned, I'm caught up inside.Sirens blaring, nuclear threat warning systems activated. I'm flapping my wings in mock.Extricate soul from body.Beget begetting. Rolling down a mountaintop. The crops all below I see as I flop unto the stage, screaming and running off swearing I'm not meant to act. | 2020-01-20 21:10:06 |
| aether | proportionally inconsequential to the fuming rage pouring off my body and my brain like a hatred like a heat like a notch in the life of boredom screaming to all the universe with my mindfalling im fallingi'm falling, to the ground and here i lay, tortured and torn to put on an array of thoughts and moods to depict before the great torturer anew.working out problems, dissolving issues. I'm new each day and the same as always. I feel the love inside and the core of who I am. Individuality without question is real.I'm knocking an arrow, I'm sleuthing about, I'm aiming into the air. Tumble and roll, tumble and roll. I'm jeering the crowd at myself with the whole of humanity inside my mind simulacrum simulae, torn to bits and re-represented in digital space.I'm flying apart, I'm coming back together, maybe it's a turning point. I see the kindness but do I see the greatness of others, or do I see only my own. Why does it sometimes feel like I'm the only one here. | 2020-01-20 20:55:13 |
| aether | irresolvable and incorrigible fancies driven to a madness wielding hand flying about this misshapen land feigning hope and feigning to be a man hoping he'll open the tomb from its sand and stand without ire over the spire of human simplicity and contact and mire and leave with contentness in his heart over this desire. | 2020-01-20 12:01:56 |
| aether | Ocean spray.Nozzle open.Injected with feelings. Injected with a mission.Falling forward with each step on this earth with a novice admission. Jamming up the words and the sentences and the lives around with my helpful self-centered Sufi spinning.I'm noticing, a pattern, that I observe.Nothing, is as it, seems, to those who verb.I'm seeing, a clear sight I sought.Nothing, is making, any sense, except that I've risen.I've become, what I ended, a terpentine cleansing.I'm no longer, what was once here.Here to empathize with all the tears. | 2020-01-20 11:52:43 |
| aether | fell apartyo yofell apartbrooding and muddying aboutthe waters coursing with strict apathies.Sensation self-directed parrying and clear cut and dry and fluff and nothing emptying out into the never-ending.I'm loaded, locked, and completely vapid. I aim bullets at myself daily. I self-criticize and break down the barriers between caring and truly monitoring.I'm coarse and upended with my legs in the air and tunneling to the earth with how fast this mind of mine spins.I have no doubts or qualms that this thing is going somewhere fine and either way I'll get through it. | 2020-01-20 11:48:01 |
| aether | the hatred of people.hate is overrated, but i can fathom everything having its utility. what comes naturally must be observed. | 2020-01-20 11:44:09 |
| aether | haberdashhabernuke city, it ain't pretty.falling and flinging and touching and meandering and moping about.concerned for nothing, the air's left the room.mixing to disgrace my thoughts amid this pace I fly about the room manic and in touch with the madness of sexually laced memory.Getting hit by a brick is functionally erotic if you haven't been awakened to the possibility of expressively dying while you're alive.Jaded but I made my savored thought to the day I fell from grace and entered the Earth, caught in the turnstile and I'm hacking up garbage from previous existences whilst I consider all the world's a stage. | 2020-01-20 11:43:04 |
| aether | burning up in a good way.no longer afraid, or who am i lying to.but i'm flying about, rolling into the caves and the mud.I'm flying around, rolling into the mind and the art.Fallen apart buildings exist inside my head.Noting the effect.Cancellations abound. | 2020-01-20 11:37:57 |
| aether | Cranked up to max. More ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥. Disparaged.Disheartened. Discouraged.Disenchanted. Disillusioned. Disrepair and destabilized. Decrease in knowledge, decrease in sanity. Objective reality. Consensus meanderings. I want off the ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥, and into the light.Can't see past my own ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥. Falling into things that make me happy but aren't true. Dangerous things. Cutthroat, bees ruffle. Nonsense, cheese shuffle. Deranged mental trauma cascading down the waterfalls of endless time. Bow and curtsy before the judge. Sent to reform. Mental aberrations swallowing whole the native truth. Lighting on fire at the thought of others.Distraught melodies tumbling and rolling forward as I swing upward my holy sword of self-criticism and self-monitoring. Journaling the madness of my mind in free-write prose. | 2020-01-18 22:30:10 |
| aether | Stigma.Pain.Exclusion.Seclusion.Fear.Spiraling woe.Curtsy, exit stage right.Show's over.Before it began.My shortened name is Stan.Feign interest, begotten and damned.Terrors of ineffable speak to my ears of inner rammed thought caustic explosive droughtforever failing to fill the disheveled lakes of brimstone and ash, in this mind of gnashflailing and despairing over naught'cept a thought. 'cept a reality.'cept a pale form, running by.'cept a concerned man, seeing through to the nothing between. | 2020-01-17 01:40:27 |
| aether | metaphysical anxious ammobed-riddendistraught and shotlanguid and forbidden but taughtShot.ThroughtheHeartDeath before ceasingDeath before quittingAnxious beat. Melodious riddle.Tear up the feet. With anxious dribble.Leer at the sky's ocean.Peering into the middle of your navel oft misquote reviled exposure.Cascading falls of insanity drawls.Fend the feign the fend the inane. | 2020-01-17 01:35:29 |
| aether | death balladword saladconcessionsdriving me to the gravestir-crazyand staunchly sitting 'till i waste away.Nothing to go and do.Nothing to see.Hurts peoples' feelings and they hurt mine.Wounds and pain.Freedom and insanity.Sanity and moroseness.Clerk of the destined failures.Writ into time-space fabric.Anguish, pained, forlorn.Goofy, acerbic, coagulated blood. Bubbling up through the ether. | 2020-01-17 01:03:33 |
| aether | malevolent miscreant animal consume your soul | 2020-01-17 00:21:24 |
| aether | , - , - , - , - , - , - ,- ,- , - , - , - , - , - , - ,who knows why such things arev v v v v v v v v v vv v v vvvvv v vv vv v vvv VV V Vv v v V VV v vV V vVV V VV V VV v V VV VV ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^^^^^ ^ ^^^ ^^ ^ ^ ^^ ^ ^ ^^^^ ^^^^who knows why such things are.who knows why such things are.exceptI don't know.except I don't know.Such reasoning leads to an understanding, but such understanding goes through and out the other.Lending itself to a causal loop, or a vain expression.Existing in vain.Or existing in prelude.Interlude to the existence of the after-existence.Cut through the dark, a flash of metal reaching the eye.But it's just another pan streakfools' golddeath, sequel to the prequel interlude of thought left,awayanotherfalling away. | 2020-01-17 00:13:26 |
| aether | Vicarious emotion pouring through me from various sources of inebriation leading to a mood cascade generally resolving itself in a fruitive function namely: Bad ♥♥♥♥. But I'm disaster minded,and superstitious.So I can't help wondering if it's just the cause.And I'm careful and careless and caring and impossibly dying from every sightful eye gazing in to my very being.I want to separate what's true from the morass.I want to free myself from the endless ennui.I want to do something that is other than what is imaginable and is impossibly lovely.But I'm earth-bound and it's a soul crushing experience.Flinging my thoughts out into the ether, causing neither help nor hide nor hair to rise their hand in helping because it's besides the point. Apparently.Writing to ease the malaise.Writing to cancel | 2020-01-17 00:04:40 |
| aether | fight or surrendergunpoint or knife edgemercy of the choiceless choice.the kernel explodes outwards.and some growth is achieved.Humans don't have anything to lose.So maybe it was never really a problem.And for me, I have less to lose.Such a short life mired in what is menial or suffering.But I feel relatively together. But not altogether whole.And I'm fighting or surrendering in a loop of contingencies set upon one another.Surrender feels like the choice but it just feels like I can't force it either.So that's when it drops and I just stare at myself.Life the very slow murder, directed at myself.Life the interesting spectacle to the divine.But I have no complaints.And no excuses.It's all burning away. Forevermore.Senseless mayhem. Sound and fury, signifying?I've learned not to make claims. | 2020-01-16 23:59:20 |
| aether | every concession makes me weaker.and feels fake.i'm tearing through the ground with my fists and my attennas pointed at heaven.I'm listening to the skies broadcasting the pain and doubt.I'm in the hellacious firestorm of wishy washy flash floods.I can't escape the drama. I'm falling through the portals of mental erasement.I'm left to ponder, just what do I mean.I'm left to consider, what I really befriend.Skies scorched black amid tremors.Left to scorn and he remembers.The thoughts are a loop, and I'm the selfless ♥♥♥♥ who keeps perpetuating them.Chalk one to the iniquity, fear gets the better of me.I'm feigning my thought pattern and leaning into brevity.I've seen no eyes, but feel them upon me.I'm burning inside. To kill and rape and throw off the best of bridges, simultaneously disabling them.A ritual that seems to repeat as I keep driving into those walls mildly, but with oft lamented results. | 2020-01-16 23:52:12 |
| aether | nothing to keep the flame lit without a little bit of madness brought on by the experience of other humans.or else I have nothing to say.And nothing to return to myself.Mission to rid myself of foibles and mortal coils.Blasted off into the infinite.Tear'n across the sky.Written into the ineffable other.Missing a part of myself.Sensing what I could do better.Endless chagrin whilst I'm here.burn brightburn outburn light toward frequencies unknownforget the earthforget the rock ball with its inhabitantsthen come back in a flash as your memory causes a lapse.because you forgot the kettle was set to rebel with the others that laughed and said you were quite snidebut i mentally a-righted my self emblazoned attitudeonly to fall into what is an inevitable slip, perhaps. | 2020-01-16 23:45:34 |
| aether | embittered and disregarding of others' opinionsto find the truth whichmay sting worse or be greater than i can imagine.emptied and drunk.cornered and full of muskdoused and determinedsplintered and without fornication.jam jammerie jubile distraught and misfortunecursed to rotbut intuition spikessee the lieshear the truthkilled by my fears.to live againseen so many humans.but forgot most of them.selfish directionstuffed into a barrel and exploded outward.ticking timebombfreedom and senseless abandonment. | 2020-01-16 23:40:05 |
| aether | tearing up the earthtearing up the skyflying through spaceending in zenbut i'm pained and foul heartedi'm razing a plane of disdainjourneyingbut fallingtumbling down this hole of lifesadness begets me.murderous rage triggers my thoughts active in my psyche.sensuous pleasures abate the angst briefremember where i am in the morning, and adjust expectations accordingly, following through from dreams where i am abundantly free.shot through the above.slinging to the stars and out back through a simple objectified field of awarenesskissed and spitted uponrolled into a persian carpet and flung to the corners of the seven seasimmersed in the dream.but flailing hands. | 2020-01-16 23:34:14 |
| aether | frag superiority complex | 2020-01-16 19:30:28 |
| aether | hopefully sane now. | 2020-01-10 16:01:24 |
| aether | diseased doctor.unfriendly friend.non-policy oriented politicianguru with nothingdoors flying shut.curtains rolling down.batteries engaged.shots flung out to the deep.concerned with the paltry.fly off to nowhere.relative to self and other, always maybeperpetuallyforever, problematic.or maybe a temporary human thought of despair and woe plastered unto the universe for one second.miserable suffering untold woesof nothing to speak aboutwalls of vague third dimensional reality cradling the beast aching to escapehollowed out until the playground bell rings and this reality ends. | 2020-01-01 23:03:52 |
| aether | meaty clawsdiseased ribbon thoughtawarded to me latelyformed a planformed a derisive actionforming constantlybut empty and apatheticdriven forward like a swatted beast of burden.janky and unselfishuncertain and unmeteredfalling apart and simultaneously gorging to reconstitute oneselfbut a hair astray and a fly in the ointment even in riddles and schemesbecause there's oft nothing to gain.or maybe nothing at all.solace of the soul?solace?the thought of death is less perturbing sometimes than perpetual upkeep. | 2020-01-01 23:00:05 |
| aether | mediocrity is mediocrity perhapsor it's a puma's pounce hidden by the vegetation.perhaps the mediocre lack hind legs.evil is a phantasm of hatred and dread.but i can't relent i can't see it not pour forth.it's all a maskor it's all a big constraining mess.it's all a meteoric armageddon torching the sky and escaping lies.feign ignorancefeign incompletenessfeign murderous intent when you're cool as a cucumber or unfleeced and white as a perfect sheepfeign altitude above lofty mattersfeign concern distraught and misshapendisheveled and forgot.flying apiece asunder a-fortunateamoralimmoral. | 2020-01-01 22:56:19 |
| aether | bow of the mind.bow of the riddle.mind of the middle.turmoil and dissent amid rabbletorment of thy soul on top of the pile of embers burning forever.short life.bullet through the brain.cathartic doubt and skepticismblessed beyond comparison to not be suffering for eternityalas all is a concept.and we the stoked embers of a linear scoped rifle shooting through the rails of life and train.bolting and gripping the earth, spinning to deathspinning to lifeshaking off the dustshaking off the anguishexploding within the maw of a hungry tiger.corpusculent tidbit raw in the dignity and the disrespect.torn afresh from your internal soul's gazewhence there is no recompense or new compass direction.flailing about and devoured in the stomach.and yet i tend the fire of skepticism towards any hearty subject.lay up my arms and lay up my fearlay up my lofty subjects and my lofty derangementscorn and embitterment beseech me.continue, continue | 2020-01-01 22:51:02 |
| aether | sing it for the choir, gentlemen. | 2019-12-31 19:06:29 |
| aether | oversimplification gone awry. | 2019-12-29 23:09:12 |
| aether | cant even | 2019-12-27 17:07:44 |
| aether | simplitude raving mad and foaming from the mouth journeying to the hole inside my heart and churninglifting hands to heaven and tumbling down emotionally but i'm just saying words and they're funneling unto the ground to feed the philosophical earth.worst number, worst thoughttemporary abatementhistorical lashing of bones and meat and twisting aching teeth, flying forwardprogressing to an ultimate destination but forgetting and squabbling and hurling rocksnow but not now, now but later, later, but now.accursed minty fresh goods tumbling out of vans. fee for a depressed outlookcornucopia of vague worries and fears and confusion amidst the mass confusion.turntables scorching rhythms into my brain forever. | 2019-12-27 16:28:43 |
| aether | depression and void-walking.romanticization of other eras.seeing bleakness and beauty in things not here, but what's here is bleak and beautiful. | 2019-12-27 01:54:37 |
| aether | just stew boiling. | 2019-12-27 01:50:48 |
| aether | pariah insurrection lost cat dead rattotal nuclear atomic annihilation.gangster computer god, etc. | 2019-12-21 13:29:34 |
| aether | primordial fear is the only thing i can relate to. | 2019-12-21 11:48:07 |
| aether | can't ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ cry and can't ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ die.left to boil over like a range on high heat.tourniquet on my mind ceasing all blood flow.depression and rage.simplicity and tedium.everyone i ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ know isn't on the same page with their beliefs.♥♥♥♥'s a nightmare of my own creation.because we're god falling from the sky, landing here in nowheres.nothing left to say. 'cept i'm gonna write for providence.ol' robinson crusoe kept his book taut strapped to his chest because it's the only thing he had on that pathetic island.me just the same.and it's all a ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ of drained colors, like what scientists say happen to you when you're depressed.dreams at night usually bad.life a tremendous nightmare at times, the spinning drama and the ceaseless fear.staring at a screen.staring at a screen.defying death | 2019-12-21 00:33:32 |
| aether | wanna eat people aliven spit out their worthless attributes on to the ground.om no m nomnomdestroy. | 2019-12-21 00:07:05 |
| aether | Flinging about, another land of doubt.Skepticism amid route from truth and tout about your ill researched clout.I hide in rendezvous to the single thing you hold in your mind's eye.Blasting apart the lies of which hurt my gradual disposition of relating to thou-self at all.Mingling between foes and learning and spreading my toes to chuck out hapless disgusting pieces of facetious hinted snipes of pointless problems and breaks of calm periods of resting I attack during gestation.Latching unto you, weary and new. | 2019-12-20 01:37:01 |
| aether | Therapeutic wandering.Bruises of a floundering animal.Nix that, type this.Formidable.Silent.Armored.Flying.Singed mind, fraying and flaying.Turmoil.Noxious.Lantern hung above the door.But it's a false entrance.And I'm falling down a flight of stairs.Somewhere to end up,where I'm hoping above loss.Piercing veil of liquid nail.Bleated and beaten into one's eye.Leaning into the gale of frosted hail.Never left to awry another style of your do-told-oft-nihilistic riling of wilting mood in return for social commodity. | 2019-12-20 01:36:59 |
| aether | Forlorn expressions of a bygone day.Nature left on repeat.Caustic nihilistic upheaval.Hit in the face for a fear.Calamitous crash streaming through the ground like a meteor.Life on fire but I'm bubbling like a weak aquifer. Jaded and confused.Abusing the fuses, ready to trip.Breaker in my grip.Throwing open, the love I've been given.But spitting and twirling down a path of misgivings.Annihilating sight.Missing spite.Leering might.Endless fight.Simple and trite.Faceless night.Darkness, alright.Descending flight.Nameless plight.Locked heart.Secrecy and madness. | 2019-12-20 01:23:59 |
| aether | disdainful passion.mental acid.caught in a bind.laceration.tinkering on pieces.portal to hell.heaven on the ground.lost in the cuckoo clock automation.falling from a free sky.journeying to find the truth in the mudbecause nothing feels cleanShooting gallery of the endless flying pigs.Heat and disturbing perverted mentality.Shelved and specified.Timed and exacerbated.Torn and mended.Listened to and expressed simply to. | 2019-12-20 01:23:57 |
| aether | Cancerous mantle of candle jamble, ramble, disjointed stammer fumble of hammer and cantankerous exploding anger.Thoughtless thoughts,wordless as much.Sent to drain, all those obscene things, from the list, of sins and lies. Poking holes in disguises,setting alight those brought to darkness. But never ending scores of metamorphic torrents of gushing cornered hiding facades being burnt to crystal perfect bright light. Hidden and silent, brought to bear, all the hair and muck and lost junk, mental schema meets languid meet-up with concerned compassion, but nevertheless shot with little action. | 2019-12-20 01:07:43 |
| aether | SELF-HATRED SPEWING ASHES CAUGHT ABOVE MOUNTAINTOPS VOLCANOES LIVID RASHES OF HUMANS CASCADING IN DASHES OF SALT PILLARS OF MALTED FACILE ADJUSTED RINKS OF TERMINABLE SINKSLIT MIRE STORMED OF LATENT DESIREVAUNTED POSITION ABOVE PAIN AND SUFFERINGBEASTS PULLING ONE DOWNWARDSCONCERNED OF NO MANSHIELDING THE FLAMES OF HELTER SKELTER TURNING LOST CONFUSED DAZE PERSONS SENT TO FAN THE UNBEARABLE HEAT OFF THE BACKS OF THOSE WHO LITTLE DESERVED THE TORMENT NOT EARNED. | 2019-12-20 01:07:41 |
| aether | meager intellect producing vanity and stepping over peopleself-slaughter and ignominious end.terrific sheer pitched laughter at the height of one's gaze.resolute stance on the ground of which one walks.ailing attitude and failing latitudeconsternation over the flaws and rolls of the die I make.weaving a fortune altogether not my own, seeing the togetherness of the spectral phantoms crossing my path. human beings living in zest but caught between woe and i direct such painout to my brethren. fading outthe flame.burning to an end. | 2019-12-20 00:53:00 |
| aether | cept i go nowhere | 2019-12-19 21:44:06 |
| aether | burnoutemotions fluxingleft to considerways to change and move and growbut walls appearing thick and vastand them being perhaps pointless excursionsbut my station is already quite mediocre.so what's to lose. | 2019-12-18 00:39:00 |
| aether | people ain't got nothin' to offer, and I'm just a helpless loser with nothing to do or see.caught in a landslide, no escape from reality | 2019-12-11 00:19:54 |
| aether | nothing to do and nothing to see. | 2019-12-10 23:14:46 |
| aether | cravingstop valve, pulled apart. pulled to pieces. disassembled. headspace, nook and cranny.nervous tension. nervosity. some type of thing.some type of thing...plodding along. making progress day by day. little stepslittle steps...journey to the light, all encompassing brightness.hole inside, sinking.boats can't swim if they ain't got some propellation.mind can't do if it ain't got some type of stopvalve, some type of thing...clear my head up, because all i've got is some nasty assumptions. bout life.bout everything.but the holes inside know.and they sink me 'till i know better.singing bout the lifeabout the life beyond holes in boats. when you've got a little bit together. couple things going for each other. some things working together.it's going to be alright. | 2019-10-05 21:42:48 |
| aether | outlet outletswingingturbocharged ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥turbocharged samsaragreatness unlockedgreatness told and fathomedunknown and incomprehensiblerhythm didactic.rhythm painrhythm unknown.wanting to shut down oneself at every turn, because the mistakes seem so many.harsh self-judgefair or loose critic of others.meteor slamming to earthgrounded and ungrounded phenomenagrounded or ungrounded self. | 2019-10-05 15:09:56 |
| aether | ADDICTION TO THE PAIN. | 2019-10-05 14:58:55 |
| aether | canary in the coal mine | 2019-10-05 14:09:20 |
| aether | falling apart. delusions. falsity. falsehood. lost.cults.false hope.gotta put your nose to the grindstone or you're going nowhere.just ♥♥♥♥♥♥ up. | 2019-10-04 00:28:40 |
| aether | void fillcutting artjust more tart candyemblazoned upon the universe's walls | 2019-10-03 05:07:56 |
| aether | fraying of edges.hunger bites and cold embitters.frosty soul never completely tethers. | 2019-10-03 04:28:31 |
| aether | terrible fear.some mildly horrid years.stuck into the brash lashing of my back i'm gritting my teeth i'm bearing the brunt of it i'm falling and reintegrating.sent here.came here.went here.fought here.lived here.been here. Definitely been here before. Loved here. Saw the rain and the wind.Pulled up tufts of grass to call my own.concerned with my encantments. pulling the beads tight 'pon my wrist.losing a couple to the four winds.no longer concerned.life a dreary play played upon meor i sought the lives of those who seemingly went steady in spite of me.no fate except the decider.flames within burning whole.candelabra shone neatly in the visage of the window.here to mend the cracks in my vessel.topple and caress, i nestle.gun to my head.sword-point to my breast.waters encroaching.Fear fear fear is just a game.and I won't fall into it unless it's of a dream. | 2019-10-03 04:27:03 |
| aether | walls caving inhuman psyche not interested?please writei beseech you.but i can't fathomthe reasons for this silencedestroy myself, build anewtrek to another end of the neighborhood and backbut i feel mostly the same.track the dayschart the sky.found the riddlefound the lie.seen through the scam, the scintilating rarity seen through the flamseen what floats seen what can'tbut i'm still lost for another, except in yore because the past isn't emptynor - today and the futurefuture-past-now, concerning bore.tear through me.Seek thy aim thusly.Not scared. Just don't bemoan me. I'm fear. Sent for a year. Maybe dozens.meandering through cracks.Aim justly. Aim finely. Hone your craft.But don't bemoan it. It's just a day.concerned i'm entrapping my soulbut i'm fearless and naive. only one bit less naive than yesterday, thanks to proper attirement of yesterfore terrible days preceding. | 2019-10-03 04:21:25 |
| aether | blastingoffno longer in needof my topswerving and flinging beyond them alloffsetting my bad pacing and stopimages and thoughts of bullets going through my or other brains.something of a strange nature to prolong or endure.hugging the tight cornersriding tooth and nailshooting poorshooting wildoffsetting my bad pacewith another step or two of cantered walk, laughing in disgrace and cantankerous denialsinging all the while.flying to nomadic steppesmollifying the babs who never stop crying in my head.insatiable flail of just divine knight, proffered before you.sun neverendingsky never receding'cept under roofmad all the time.sat next to the table.staring into eyes of human overflying across the fable. | 2019-10-03 04:13:37 |
| aether | rude awakeningspathways burnt into the synapse.serious expressionsof life in servicebut never orderedlest we consider unknown thingsyears spent downand recoupingliving and learning.scent of flowers in the air.thoughts laid bare.flippant stabbingshooting glare.monstrous guisefictitious nature.leery smile.minted style.vivifyingdenialcaught by the hands of othersthrown into a pot and cookedfrog legs and disturbed begot. | 2019-10-03 04:05:47 |
| aether | klaxonmilitaristic yellfar hellbroaching a subjectnot for this timeanother line of firedrilldrillsend wave or break back toward neither mireall encompassing burning spire.we drill so that we may have some form in combat.but the thing is its own beast.and flame jets into the sky of our lifescorched earth and dire needunquenched thirst and rigid posenow placed into frigid prose.ascertaining the ether. tracking the steps of former selves.bright light accompanies those who fallnever such a thing as too sad an eventwe exist in agape.marchstepdrumbeatabout-facesequence makestab and parry,route and rarelyharass and tarrycollide and movestruggle and soothmen of caliberweapons of armamentjack o'lantern a signof coming demiseship slidesabreast from water.mooring or wrecking.sheltering and quarreling. | 2019-10-03 03:56:56 |
| aether | opposedrovesthroesliftingscreechingemptyingopeningturninglearningburningjourneyingflyingconcerningsubmantling caught hassling jostling the masses of teething nibblersscintilating fission and missions and driftingspaceship seeking, seeingsensingmissing.flying toward its destination. forward, backwards, opposed, juxta-turn woesflying explodes.turning, burning, flying into the chasm of fire and earth.lava and magma run deep to the molten core.raw form.stricken and ash.sash, brashfiery demeanorlashlasso to catchfinally a match. | 2019-10-03 03:45:36 |
| aether | is life of endurance or of reverence.grey and coldgiving warm embraceto all those that exist.extant and realimpossibly held dear.fear no longer hereif not for a small whilelighting torches within what appears in our horror to be a cavernwhen it really isa ballroomwith no dire consequences upon us.perhaps. | 2019-10-03 03:37:14 |
| aether | dirt earth and mudfountains spraying scintering glints of livesvalued and mirrored towards each other.just fiction and truthspread across alllife so beautifulso deepso garnering respectcan't till the fields without the depth of its being flooding within.dreams played across a thousand stars.unseen sights await those who lay and nod off.sometimes too we glimmer strange things in waking life as well.who knows what beckonswho knows who truly heeds, withinwe see ourselves, positioned before a vast verseentertaining ourselves with simulacrum as if in wait for the grand showbut the finale is temporaryand when the graces stopwe'll reach our destinationstill drinking from cups. | 2019-10-03 03:37:12 |
| aether | whip sneerpik dreirplunging thrustexacerbated trustburned out hollow shell feelingsparanoia abounds this realmthin veneer of social modicum respecttourniquet on my brain.hemorrhaging bloodhyperbole fact or fictionobsessed with violenceobsessed with pain divergently avoiding sufferingthrough trudging through.through the narrow pathways.expansive feelings abound but i'm crawling home.after each excursion, bloodied to the bone.tourniquet for these feelings, gotta let up or i'll weaken my outward gaze.folly and maze.bloodcurdling dream.quiet calmjourneymen's run.bruised and battered.torn and castedout wriggling and holding hands upembattled on the cliff-face of morality.malady with which i embroider reality.calamity and disturbed normality.true virtue versus faulty pain brunting.generating play-woes. seeing mirages, having a bit of fun with them, too. | 2019-10-03 00:28:38 |
| aether | SNAKE REPTILIAN BRAINFEAR PAINEXTREME HEATSEEKING RAW THERMAL COLD, WETSEARCHINGHOLD PATTERNcrumpled up.crumpled up.SEETHING, SEEKINGRATTLESNAKEHISSING AND WICKING ITS TAIL.heat, miseryreverse-imageunexposed photofear pain ick brack wick sneerk pain fear jump backfear pain whip snapbone crackingly startlingly unsettlingly undelightedvery unhappy.but dont dwellbonesetter. | 2019-10-03 00:14:11 |
| aether | freedom and painlacerations and this manefreedom coughing insanelacerations pouring down the drain.freedom and maimsurly disdain.freedom and painlaugh and love and posing like a crane.headspace, mental nuisancefreedom and drainrespect given to everyone.friends go far away.left to one's own devices.toil in the soil of this sandbox.freedom of mansequencing his day with his choice.small number of decisions.toiling in the soil and shedding disdain.caustic personality bristling with porcupinal resistancesfalling awayfalling away.freedom and disdaina symptom and a choicea precursor and one thing to nurse.freedom and paindo i love it alldo i surrender to my fate.do i send the ship goingdo i send the ship away | 2019-10-02 23:14:23 |
| aether | love without need and love given freely | 2019-10-02 21:03:15 |
| aether | shadows on the carpet. | 2019-10-02 20:57:38 |
| aether | self-serving deranged ♥♥♥♥erratic but static individual sedentary and screaming.screaming.life unendingbut i'm retching and screeching. barfing out all the unclean thoughts.ecstatically screaming for a brighter future. unwilling to tolerate the ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥. dangerously imbalanced. and other things i tell myself while i'm alone. except multiple falsehoods arrayed. | 2019-10-01 21:34:57 |
| aether | crazy and lost | 2019-10-01 19:04:32 |
| aether | power withinpower withoutpower beyond being devoutall a dream.senseless and mean,but i've determined i'm my own fiend.shot a hole through this life, watch it drop and dripall i hit was air, and all i hit was myself.and the illusion's all coming to an end. | 2019-09-29 21:11:21 |
| aether | cut and pastederivatives of utmost hastehate to miss a wordhate to dismisswritingbut flyingbut lyingbut droppingbut sinkingbut fallingbut stalling..but stalling. | 2019-09-22 23:16:20 |
| aether | destroyed apartatoms smashed and remembering when you thought you were smart.rockets in airlots of things to rememberall things worth mentioning.cathartic screams and erotic dreams.disappointment and neurotic effacement.careening starslullaby of love and dogmatic scars. | 2019-09-22 23:09:38 |
| aether | turn't apart.flung around and considered smart.lone and dark.fought and part.longed and threw a dart.hoping to hit a bullseyeover your hopeless excursion to ascertain the senseless already acquired'cept i can't see what you gainexcept that's all i got.is my own poor self.here to start.another burning rageof larks flying to purchase an iota of saving grace.alright alright alrightgotcha gotcha gotchaalright alright alrightalright alrightbye.to the fear.because i'm all ears. | 2019-09-22 23:06:19 |
| aether | jerky murkinessshot through the hearthope to diecross a needle and thread the eye.hope there's a lieabout this stywhere i dieamid this dryvacant triesfrying on this pavement and asphalt of salt and lye amid this cry.for another eyecaught on another trylied and too shy.egotistical build-upsledgehammer mentality.frying the chef on wires of cold conduits.embracing the dark space inbetween.brain running thin.empty vacuumtearing through everything.space a riddleof thought and fiddle.forget the evergreenwhen you can burn the seaswith oil from your tankers to the seven feesadmitted of your soul to takethis lost armor of nosey adamantian particle to fleece and shear apartbefore i explode of this dharma i do depart. | 2019-09-22 23:06:17 |
| aether | torn apiececaught adriftlord and saviormind and heartbook and snoopturn't a sloopt'wards the ocean of dreams anewbut i'm inthe old ♥♥♥♥ i'mdrowning in thenew♥♥♥♥that'soldbroilingoilingslick and laid back but flying forward.knuckle whiteembraced innocence.fear and terror.lilt a melodyof this error.torn and virulent.torn and causticcorrugated metaldilapidateddilapidated to ♥♥♥♥because i'm tornbecause i'm the children of the corn.because i'm torn.because i'm forced to be forlorn.everyday i'm forced to be born.from a dream about this life feeding back into a loopabout the pain and the fearfeeding itself in a painful loopfeeding itself in a loop.pain and fear on loop.torn and abrasive.fear and erasure.torn about this whole affair.but i'm lost to the chimes and wind of yesterforecarrying t'wardthe rhymes and fancies of a deranged, psychotic♥♥♥♥♥♥ up realityembraced upon the thorns. | 2019-09-22 22:56:53 |
| aether | lilt sweet melodiesinto one's ear.cave a bit of a pear into one's leer while you're near.fear and knitting a cloth out of this plain to seer my mirror.nearfoesnearlowsdistancedmorosenosesmellingall the pretty littlefoes.because i'mnoa-no-no-no-no.a noseto smellall the dirty crows.murdering acrossthe eyesof those whostaremurder of crowsabridge this courteous bridgeabridge this courteous bridgefeigned and ignorantlost and miserlycaught and imprisonedworse fears realizedtearing down the avenuewith my weary tears.caughtbecause i'm seen. | 2019-09-22 22:48:46 |
| aether | turn't about another corner.faced another mournerturn't about another forlornercaught about another page tornerface lit up about something distortedlife in my dreams about something so sweet but also frequently just as bad.ever fall apart at the seams cuz u dont got the meanswell i deem u a wreck because u forgot ur dreams.forgot somethingleft it somewhere.in my dream. there's an item.an impossible object.something of value and meaning.maybe it isn't an item.maybe it's just a thought or an ideal.a platitude perhaps.maybe it's just a thingto carry with me into this life.but it's burning me up.because i've spent enough.time digesting thus.or so i thoughtand so i broughtanother dream to bearupon the situation at heart.in constant redirection of myselfin constant love for all creation itself. | 2019-09-22 22:43:51 |
| aether | silly irreverent men and their spongesabsorbing and turningturning.faces away.humans far apartbut lives next to one another.not understoodbut not caring eithercept im burningfor lives anotherjournalingbut im spent derogatorily defacinggraffiti on the walls and confetti in my mindparades through the hollow halls of this mind sharp stake to kill this heart of minebecause it's undead at this pointor so my words flow off the page like i'm tryingto end this pointed skewed view of myself.something somethingeverything is meaningfulnothing is mundane.yet i hate to walk the same way each day.builds confidence to walk a path a thousand timesbut does it build much character?one can only hope. | 2019-09-22 22:38:34 |
| aether | shot insideshot toward outsideflinging bulletsun on fireball of nuclear interactionsfloating deathballfloating deathballsun above this mireflames spent cascading over hills and flooding valleyssurging through this breath of mine.hatred, spent entirelives woven to disaster and mirescursed thoughts and ideasspoken ill, turn't entire.poor broken mire.affliction and mission neither.flung out sung eithernot a poor vein miner.just a maggot, popping smackingexplodingfaceting kerneling and explodingmassive directive attack blowing apart and flying unto lacksimply in need of a snackgive a bit of a knack cuz this is just another trackheaded west, headed east of factcan't be expected to not slink off like a cat.hate this material plane, 'less it provides something of a relief to all these grievances i carry.but that's a tract. | 2019-09-22 22:32:50 |
| aether | dreadnaughtburn oughtcaustic fires flames entirelame tires faulty wireshorses bred to race off cliffsmurphy's law consistent with seeing only ick crenulated sickmire and spire and moat and swamp and miresmack twack and mackhate myselfand where my thoughts gobut they lead me places, i wouldn't of thought to gopain pain pain pain pain pain pain painspiked manhorny porcupinesharp attitudeabrasive and embrasureshooting out all the little spikes like an explosive magma upheaval. still shooting bullets after the mag is out.still reloading clips after the bag is empty.still seeing others as foreign and murdering myself with them.still, still, still, stillstill upsetstill madmaddeningupsetsoreaforementionedbereavement.caustic flames burnishment. | 2019-09-22 22:25:34 |
| aether | no peaceemergencyemergencytapping the escape buttonripcording the eject seat and canopy popping awayfalling out of the skytumbling to the seafalling awaylifted awaylifted uptorn apiecegained anewsensationalishead in a stammerbuttons on a mannercaught in stewbinded anewlifted uplifted in a mannersent off to clamor buttons of a hammer.sent off to clamorstew and bakebrood and fakelake and takefire and spaketurnt and makefeint and drakemint and slake turntable and clausterphobically realizecan't turn and takewhat isn't already mine. | 2019-09-22 22:14:54 |
| aether | wish the world, would go away. | 2019-09-22 21:57:48 |
| aether | lone man on the mountainfield of visionor is this a secondary peak.can't see the whole peak as a human, unless you turn around for a temporary picture.or maybe i'm just doubting... | 2019-09-21 04:08:45 |
| aether | triggerback to firetrees toppling over in blazescaring what people thinkWasTe oF tiMeEmpAthY TRaPDestRoY AtTItUDeBurn, burn, burn.Fires up in smoke.Embers, ashes, chunks of coalslingin' 'em into the feed-engine.turbo-BooStdbl barrel shotgun out the window♥♥♥♥ ♥♥♥♥ ♥♥♥♥nihilism bops♥♥♥♥ ♥♥♥♥ ♥♥♥♥fling this vehicle around.Just a day. Just a day. I'm on fire. can't be an edgemasterIf YoU NeVer STuDiEDbop bop bop bop.sad bops, sad rhymes.sad times: perpetual liereality: perpetual dyingtimes inside spent a monstertimes inside spent a twisted up liar.Critique myself into the grave or rise into total ego.Slippery slope fallacy. | 2019-09-21 03:47:12 |
| aether | crow's feetmince meatgrinderfailureturn't abouton-footcancerousmail orderhappinessstrugglehappyforlorndroppingriseliving on a past feelingbut generating a new onefreedom from concern. | 2019-09-20 10:37:06 |
| aether | depths of human sorrowa plum pittedacquiesce the riddlepain and trembling middleeverything is full of lightpain and trembling middleanother day another upheaval scan the horizonjust a sunny daybut pain and trembling middle.life rouses me into its affairbut pain and trembling middle.everything breaks due to entropybut i don't count the days.pain and trembling middle.no such thing as destruction except recombinating, perhapsbut thoughts of something more, last.emotions wroughtingested lifetrembling and painful, love and serenitytremolopain and awfulwrist twisting myself from morbid curiosity and from sinking myself back into the dread. | 2019-09-20 09:57:43 |
| aether | scorching skieswith eyes no longer weary, gazed uponadrenaline junkyattention funkyspan of attn all dayturbulently focusedcalm still watersgood timesburning burning burningcandle lit flametorched cavernburning freeunfettered and wavinghorses chargechargetear'n aparttear'n aparttearing apartslinging, slingingtear'n apart.got everythinggot nothing.got everything.got nothing.torn apartflesh againremended and retendedtorn apartlife again.mended and torn apart. | 2019-09-20 09:43:26 |
| aether | burning crusadezealous zealotrypain hit ick bracklife a crashing wreckbut joyous and beautifulbut it's not a wreckand something of ick brack pain illusory pain eternalsenseless self-effacementsenseless derogatory self-defacementcarrot stickhelpless fickle pricklost in belief systems and ideologies but tearing up the ground, the dirtwith these shoes.burn burn burnfires raisemeltingburningfires on firejacked up jacked upmaintenancefixrepairdeviceenableturn offjacked updisable the noiserepair the toystroubleshooting a real life situationwith my brain of iron. | 2019-09-20 09:38:56 |
| aether | life a swinging mystical miracle | 2019-09-20 09:31:00 |
| aether | i pressure cook my own insides. | 2019-09-19 11:44:14 |
| aether | tesseract lookin' ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥. | 2019-09-19 11:26:54 |
| aether | sun, heat, and chili peppers. | 2019-09-19 11:22:40 |
| aether | more dreams about disaster and misanthropes wishing to kill me.what typa ♥♥♥♥ is this mind of mine. | 2019-09-18 12:09:05 |
| aether | something | 2019-09-17 23:22:18 |
| aether | anxiety peakneed to sing a better song.because i'll ruin myself and othersand live in regret and remorse.and to take things less seriouslybut not careless.and to be humble, once more. | 2019-09-16 15:10:07 |
| aether | BLUDGEONED OVER THE HEADWITH FACTS OF MY RUDENESSCORNERED AND ABUSEDDERIVATIVE OF SEEN AND UNSEENtorn and searedhating and lovingpeaceful times and hard timesromantication and ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥.romans stabbing people in formation.raging against the machineand then romanticization.self-correctionand rehabilitationtorn apart from the world but still very much in itmentally detached but slamming into the ground like some type of aeroplane.Wish I'd shut up. Emotional spew. Hard to listen to. Just be positive. Notably lacking skill.jeery eyes queery lies shaking off years of quarantine. schooled embitterment. years of thoughts coming thereafter. | 2019-09-16 15:06:50 |
| aether | off kilteroff filtertact a miserable expression of facts.corn and jitterstuffed with ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ foodhappily and expressionatejoy and passion of meaning toward bettermentswinging upward like a knifebut i'm serene and passionatetrying to establish myself in happiness.laying firm ground, avoiding toes to step on.sequenced vision. 64bit nu-version.dismay is an illusion, or how do i copeare my thoughts moroseyesare they pointing to truth?well sometimes the search for truth obscures true emotion.what's truthdeep down insidesomething somethingquite snide.prickly and fissioned off radioactive fallout of centuries of legionsof living and stirring human collisions.sub-atomic particlesand queries of mind and missions.i'm scuttling my own ship mentally, so i can evade capture by my very own thought police. | 2019-09-16 15:00:29 |
| aether | negativity sometimes dragging me toward the grave. | 2019-09-16 14:23:23 |
| aether | the sin of vaingloryin spades, sometimes. | 2019-09-16 12:55:26 |
| aether | livin like im already counting myself deadblue in the faceand redsayin ♥♥♥♥, that dont really mattersayin ♥♥♥♥, other than the matter.repeating emotions that already have a grave laid outcontinuing oncontinuing onafraid of the ol' otherand counting myself not doing the right thingafraid of mistakesand trying to right them | 2019-09-16 12:54:40 |
| aether | yanking up grass | 2019-09-15 23:13:44 |
| aether | 11:11 on the clockimposing on others with scary truthbut thinking myself simple and careful but lest i deepen this hole i frequently see myself digging.i speak about fear a lot, but it went out of me a while ago.yet i entertain its fiction. and its reality.perhaps there'll be another bop, but i pray not. over my head this one wants tears, but not realized killing jabs from life itself.terrorized by the thought of life, the mechanistic object which stabs.haven't fully overcome, but i've come to terms with dealing with it. although my mind still seeks fancy and escape from this drastically frightening cloak of nightmares.be careful and do not be snide.you'll clip the wings and sadden the flock. | 2019-09-15 23:12:23 |
| aether | bump on a log.heartless fog.heated debatesenseless ratefearing fatelesson of traits.falling to hateof oneself and reciprocate.mild gesture. feigned hecklingyearning beyond terrorizing tremors.embarrassment of somewhat of a lifetime.cursing one's sides, like a triangle, barely comfortable.unknown but inklingshot but wrinkling.scared and terrorizedby foes imagined and real, unrelenting.world a slight smilebut pain goes deep.extricate fate from this whelp who thinks he can escape. | 2019-09-15 23:05:36 |
| aether | stares caught and bearyears fought and tearedlife a morass and hiding in a lair.churning emotions loosened and speared.upon tears.lessened and crestfallen amidnear-sighted folly.nestling birds cascade over falls of terrible height and either fly or they don't.but mostly everyone gets to breathe at least once.or something that is melodious to the ears.jeers of peerstumbling to seerswho rectifyand amendthose who grow wearyof sour heart-racing anxiety or focused hatred. | 2019-09-15 22:59:20 |
| aether | dirigible, frigid aircaustic breezemelancholy diseaseairwaves pollutedhappiness abatedsoul flung into the most intraversible terrain.but it's not really a balancing act, 'less you want balance.sinking to underground seasillness spouted above the trees.undistinguished pain, assaulting the senses.life, a quackeryduck and flatterymoral of the storyflatline and a lorry.or smthunfathomable jungles. can never fully penetrate. throw a spear into life and watch it almost never come back.smth, smth.moral of the story.dense foilage, but sight and hearing,lesion of snakegrass but fully healing. | 2019-09-15 22:53:36 |
| aether | anguish becoming fake. repetitive, addictive. pull myself from this and remain in the positive. but both tug and pull at each other, like they know what's best.dwelling in the madness, sadness, then pulling myself from the fire because i'm alright.but it's just another day of staring. coffee suppresses my dreams, so i virtually remember little.and it makes me write a lot, to put words on a page. what is life about? free deep and meaningful all at the same time? what's the meaning behind the word mundane?is it a bad call to keep asking questions sometimes, in lieu of other things? | 2019-09-15 20:01:40 |
| aether | old soul apocalypsetwiddling my thumbs over the nature of my navel once againhere i am.dwelling force.sky above.nature of realityjourney, stillpoint, endless.unbridled angst. turmoil dark fangs.i writeto ease the pain. but something deserves being written that fully encompasses what's true.wish i could circumscribe it. to journey around it. but i'm too busy punching the punchbag, to raise my head. the nature of reality to live laugh and share, but i just want to shut up, isolate, and stare. | 2019-09-15 20:01:38 |
| aether | solitude and silence. | 2019-09-15 16:14:07 |
| aether | birds singtanks drool motor fluidi'm a singersome just trudge, trying to go thru the mountains with a tank brigadewhy cant i just find people WHO AgrEe With Me.wait, dirigible drivel. derogatory drool.up in flames.crashing into my mane.lion's bane. | 2019-09-15 14:48:30 |
| aether | gripping the mast. | 2019-09-14 15:31:03 |
| aether | curtly dispose, all the gestures gesticulating my amendment.fried and lent to uttering my sent message.temple of night.switch to flashlight. Fires entire. Whole quaking mire.not afraid.illusory mare i ride. horse braying into the fraying shedding of clothing.destroying that which i hold dear.but it's only exposed rock and bone. that which is never here. the impossible filled cup of fully realized terror, down to the last wick of candle's breath. | 2019-09-14 15:30:24 |
| aether | kiln the collected gnashchurning of woes and anguished screamsfear is sometimes respect.but respect is sometimes overbought.intelligence report indicates that all is tear and lash.flagellating myself to circumvent the succumbing brashexodus of my unending jeering eyeful cynical flashy crash.into the dirt. expunging with sheer force the ground under tow.meteor of bright acid.careful, i'm exposed. bone disturbed and outwardly extended.forward and bended. cut and rended.lies foretold. easy woe. regularly attempted. never mended.words sooth. i'm offended.cont ^ | 2019-09-14 15:30:22 |
| aether | payload of a thousand tears of trashdescending upon ye like a pile of ashdonning a mask.fool's task.learned dash.copy and slash.copy and fast.journey of trashcopy and forward stashmental abash.cont. ^ | 2019-09-14 15:29:51 |
| aether | twisting anxietysocial anxietypropensity to entertain thoughts of fear vaguely.i'm human.afraid of punishing myself.swinging nuttercaught as fodder.fear, the shriveling of the personage.insane.caught in a bindbetween love and twine.fool with his silence.cancerous and tried too trite.fool with his piece of string.fires dying down, almost quenched.abated, not forgotten. afraid but not outof this demise.incorrect metaphors. unapt demeanor.pain ikk brakk irk snirk hapless ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥symblistic hieroglyphic fallacy of normallinguistics.shot out of a cannon. kind words do me a good turn. | 2019-09-14 15:16:27 |
| Ghoul | sometimes i look at Myself in the mirrorall i see is a transparent entityan entity that takes the form of anyone facing itthus why it's transparent in front of the mirrorthe mirror itself is an entityit doesn't recognize youit only copies your formno acknowledgment is perceivedthe Mirror faces darknessit can't grasp the infinite particles in the atmospherethe darkness is smotheringits energy is interminableperhaps not as much as the Mirrorsbut maybe just too complicated for its mechanicsthere's no outcome expected of this clash of different energies colliding togetherand yet it's obvious one existsyesterday it was unknownbut today a small ray of light passes through the crevicesthere's no guarantee that a path through all the dirt and bedrock existsbut the source of this illumination is out thereand it synchronizes perfectly with my energyin antithesis with the darkness | 2019-09-13 11:57:24 |
| aether | i'm not mad and i'm not bad. | 2019-09-13 09:59:13 |
| aether | when no earthly thing satisfies. | 2019-09-11 20:46:06 |
| aether | samskara tornado of fire and rage | 2019-09-11 16:13:04 |
| aether | Pointless ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ metaphors. Fan the flames but they grow stronger.Accelerating past the point of movement.Torn apart.Kill me now.Not a fan of fate,buffeted by the waves.Winds don't direct my life.But I let my emotions lacerate me to pieces.Bring me the real, because reality leaves when things are always the same.It's a burning inside.Just another. | 2019-09-11 16:00:05 |
| aether | burn savagelyego begets razor blades cutting into you, in the shape of desiring sword impacts from others♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ turning in rapid 360 revolving cascadeall woes searing off.because i'm already dead.Drop those expectations.Because I don't care to fulfill them.Don't like the eyes on me.Don't care about 90% of the ♥♥♥♥ being said unfortunately because it's just another ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ day and I've accrued the years already of witnessing that ♥♥♥♥.Bring me novelty or death.Bring me my fears and stick them inside.Stuff them inside my mouth like a turkey and pull the pin, because I don't want you to eat this ♥♥♥♥.Vindictive and spinningbecause I'm already dead.Stay away from me, because I'm here again.Killing blow,coup de grace.cont. ^ | 2019-09-11 16:00:01 |
| aether | burning dailyfeeling like i sin.hell, i can't feel like i winor i may capitulate- to enjoyment.feeling like i sinbut i'm rolling apart into another maelstrom of stupidity and care.shearing apartmulling it overand capitulating to the rollingmaelstrom of sin | 2019-09-11 15:37:01 |
| aether | rocket ship to hellnot worth itdead alreadyfeigning ignorancekilled deadrolled mulled overdoin nothintill im deadalreadypulled apartbut already togetherform nothingbecause reality is repetitive.who ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ cares.but i'm trying.buckshot distance up to 50 meters i guess.but the internet says potentially hitting something at 68 meters.but who caresjust more statistics.maelstrom internal.life infernal.buckshot'd down at 50m.statistical probability.careless but feigning lying but truthfulshearing apart shiptumbling and rollingdead inside.pulled apartbut already together.who caresit's just words on a page.but my brain is full of violence.and i can't seem to pull away.dead but feigningperhaps i'll mull it overagain.cont. ^ | 2019-09-11 15:36:58 |
| aether | nothin worth fightin 4?prob not. | 2019-09-11 05:21:35 |
| aether | in a good mood | 2019-09-10 14:04:42 |
| aether | combat malaise | 2019-09-09 19:29:23 |
| aether | full cylinder crazydocking padlanding madslinging the ship across the plane. | 2019-09-09 18:26:19 |
| aether | human taking himself seriously: errorto errto woe to corners | 2019-09-09 17:50:41 |
| aether | erratic statickerfuffle enigmaticpointless shafting to considering derailmentword salad mad and turning spinning forever lost in nothing but jaded aromatic.searching for the impossible object at the end of the roadthe golden goodiewondering where's chekhov's gun.turning spinningterribly problematic.my problems mentalexploding head syndromesleep paralytic drifting to daydreams awakecoasting along but hitting rocks like it's ArmA 2 and we're cascading into the sky in vehicles not made for low earth orbit.siftingsearchinghurtingburning.careless and forlornbut i'm good.just being a dumbass. twirling down like a peter pan spin-up toy.what the hell is this.piloting a figurine.combating the insecurity within with vivid outward expression of war-like metaphors and it's all senseless somehow because i don't feel the value. | 2019-09-09 16:08:45 |
| aether | accursed wrathtimid drastic languid nap.just more ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥.can't give myself the light so i seek it in others.but i'm withholding.jeer me down 'till i cry and capitulate.stomped amid fears of a running crowd.the world besetting me.too big to fathom.my voice lost in the murmurs. | 2019-09-09 00:14:18 |
| aether | demons encasedin white plastertorn demented fangsspearing the soulnothing attacksexcept that which you accept.except i'm insane, bringer of my own mischiefthoughts turning their swords on me, like they care more than i do.hurting not to tread on others.ripping asunder my emotional matrixto depths i plunge but i'm sad and superficial.calling myself things which i'm not altogether sure of either way.caustic and abrasive, thinking of painful things all day.just another dog, biting the ankle of dogs to no avail.where's the true function of realitysomething i can whet myself on.but there's nothing.except my dreams. and the pond glimmers where i reenterback here, only temporarily, 'till i sleep again. | 2019-09-09 00:14:16 |
| aether | frontallobotomy riot in the derisiondecision-making agent of salacious dubious foolish mission making fallacious appropriate splittingcontusion.barracks producing menfallacious arguments for them.Man of meat.Automation.Made in the fields.Tear-n apart from searing apocalyptic vision.Vicissitude sending some piece a-nay.seed, tough to crackbiting knack for wit and direct lackof station to overcome and surmiseit was all an ongoing thing.left to ponderwandercritical point: disjointed neutralityturned to some endis merely an aestheticenergeticpoint of meeting.it all is art on a page, because the beauty's there.but the resoluteness to accept it when it happens is nothindsight telescope flipped to macro.no longer detesting the whole, for that matter. | 2019-09-08 16:54:59 |
| aether | burning metaphorcrucifixstake alight martyr frequentdodging delinquent.burning burning throughwords never quite leaving 'till i sear them into the reality IN FRONT OF MEcutting atwixt,utter fistcop out cop a feelcop incop derangedburning the samevapid and disdainingthose who reflect me but who aren't quite sane.but it takes all kinds, and those that i drainbecome my friendonly in name. | 2019-09-08 16:43:23 |
| aether | Cut atwixt that I nixt this former obsession with your attitude afix-t me this horrible dog lick that I feign is destroying me inside as I burn up in my own illusory palace of pain. | 2019-09-08 16:38:40 |
| aether | Fears that you thought that were just in your headcame Manifest.Monsters breaching reality.Cornered and scaredRevolting and nabbingwhat you can.Apathy and jamsLet's give it a dumb beatand call them names.on the lamcaught in a tunnel founded by your ancestorsthem a tunnelthem a-running t'ward the great hill of reliefbelieving in hopelessness andquiet staresavalanche of colored toysbemused and arrayed carefullyreferencing the outgoings-on's but dwelling and residing only in what is safe and malleableVictim-stateQuite awareJabbing and pressingThrongs of dressingcan't lessenor learn this lesson.Jeery mong.Sucker punch and justifiable murderholing, pigeon pinching brawling curtailment.Light in a hole, darkness a role. | 2019-09-08 16:36:49 |
| aether | hungerjung and sojournervivisection by most illuminatedwhat isn't funnercoy and burnerwire and fencenone-r are fancier than a learner.put to piecesspitting out the sameturn awayfaces of dayincredible riseirreversible tidessimple precipice of invokable journeywinding and wending through all the cliffs and valleysnever changedturmoil of soilhand risendarkness with a collisionuninterrupted visionties with vying and tryinglines drawn neatbut pages bent complete.mentality pointed downwardconsidering insufficientlittle flammable and false munition.turn-t abreast and at bayi flay, the monsters of each day.coming from auto-self-generated stavedirected at my own heart, which'll Iwill save.hitting emotional rockswith my inward ship | 2019-09-07 15:13:29 |
| aether | flames consuminggive me a nightmaregive me a nightmarei want to face this fear.die amidst thousands of ears.steer away from trembling bodily pain accrued from years. | 2019-09-07 02:16:40 |
| aether | disastrophizing catastrophizingstrategizing formulatingscarerizing fear terror drivingme to strange heights | 2019-09-07 02:05:44 |
| aether | dat ending sucked xd woops | 2019-09-06 14:01:32 |
| aether | warrior's bloodleft in unneedcapitulatingcity razingjourney from hitherto languid speech andembattled nonsensecurtly riding aheadinconstance.enduring, purringlurid watersimpermanence.jerking wastrelleaning minstreldispleased with thy feeold vibrations up to the knee.lyric proseindisposed.entertaining naughttying knotchiefly discouragingbut i'm learning.war holds no greater lessonthan the one wrestlingwith kettlesand stovesmedals festering apoolanxietyand drovesof those seeking to skirtrealitywhen it is so fertile.city on firelives entireArjuna goes with his inclination.but choices made are his own invention. | 2019-09-06 13:58:12 |
| aether | destroy the human soulmess with men that are drolljust a proletimid dolelenient mull mauled into a dollfeasible and null. | 2019-09-06 11:33:00 |
| aether | trite ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥punching through molten steeldreams of greyscale♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ hard to takethe desires i makecollapsed dayfingers awaytiger museabrasive truthiterative cooperative actionor unitive form mirror♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ on a platedon't make this mistaketo stop caring that your friends or familyare a mirage.in this hate.balk and fateoutward forces arriving at my doordouble down on the lessonreverse pendulums still swingthe same direction. | 2019-09-06 01:25:16 |
| aether | rended asunderi don't want underthe groundkeep and thunderlive and experience joys another | 2019-09-05 04:26:27 |
| aether | feign braindrainstage of lametrain leaving stationwhisper his namewhisper her nameactiondimensionality lackingmore poems distracting | 2019-09-05 04:24:12 |
| aether | copy this copy thatbought this and some tats care quickly dwindlingdriving myself wildtearing fashionlashingmashing teethtooth and nailbiting filegripping nihiltruncheon bindingagreement of lessening the violence.bowing my headin devout attentionpensive tractionnever moving zestlyergo nothinggood way to die perhaps. | 2019-09-05 04:21:31 |
| aether | drumdrumdrumdrum drum drumdrum drumdrum drum drum drum drum drum drumbeat beat beat beatcollide collide collideinfusion infusion infusionderide deride derideclimb climb climbfight fight fightnight night night clobber me with small grapesthinly veiled poison attemptsparanoia on high alertdistant explosions do exertgreatest expulsion of mental sardonic worseallowing my thingto see the meansburnt comradetoasted mom and dadjust another ladcornered and sadsimilar linesof vaunted madmiserlydeadunable to expressholding certain words to messwith latermaybeinterim punchingabout my jutted dispositionlines on a pagedisposed and in rage. | 2019-09-05 04:18:30 |
| aether | no rest amid woesperpetuously burning forwardclaiming path and crooked kneeunsattily nervous arise atrisen mise more quenching of passion tries888888888888888888888888888888888888flipped on its side.paltry wayto end poetrysent upon the dries. | 2019-09-05 01:50:15 |
| aether | inextricable ♥♥♥♥♥jinking and jankingall along i'm clankingdragging this wrenchto my cog i dispenseturn and lynchmy quack i trenchtruncheon do crackfor skulls do lackmany accoutrements to directattackit's not really a factthat i intractmore lack of my rackof things to directly smackunto thy ackturning flamesburning drameskiss firstmirroring leers amid fears of turning earsinterminable clear sighted nearbrought to earshepherd and dreerobsession boundby book and coressianaliopopolyheight fallethmy will drillethmeted monopolyof unstoppablydrammaminefor these fears of mecancel the traingot a new brainlisten and hearfunction and dear | 2019-09-05 01:50:08 |
| aether | words of ill-advised speechsepulchre of selfdriven to hug the walls of absolute quietlest i beriddle you in feechsilent and meekdriven underfound leekspunching streakundercarry leechdrag and screechfeign and tumbleanother rumblelost in mumbletorching a crumbleacquiesce the lamentdon this raimentbroach the world abovefor i've forgotten the love in this cave of placid wateri do reap.drink and fillthat i illmake and takethat i breaklake of fire hidden beneath deep desirecaught and spillyears of drilltented housepiece of ilken silktrained to fireupon those who waitsimply gestate no remorse i facadeand vacateinterminably bore | 2019-09-05 01:49:59 |
| aether | fascia fascile fasciitisderma cut vividly by bisection yanked clean from a ligament of dreamsmean to those who are obscene.trean the lean poking through they who eyeball the scenekearn the lanternfearn the santernlost of dribblelieyanked to a gravemorass and cravenaked and depravedsensle and draveput awaylave and traymonuments layturnament from the firmamenti mold clayinsulting durray quint and prayin self i maylisten to daysickly and pallidno mallet to succinctly place palletchosen of naymission to faelearnt a lesson always in Maysun comes scorchingbetter to be happy nowthan fear the morrowplatitudes and verbiagedowny feathers of marbleflute and spookmoot and took undersized yettibegotten confettiinsane palindrumsequenced malinfunmeered catacombnumblum and suntun and runint and fentwick and see blasted off kent and bentrent and lentmisht and drentkearni speak | 2019-09-05 01:49:21 |
| aether | middling crisis of apprentice-makerprecipice of souls garnered to the undertakersheath of lamb's skinironyincongruous violinplaying over the partyhamstrung over turntable game's endbark, significantly flutedmakes the killsacrifice of naturewrit ilksilk bug weaving over spilled milk.emergencefine feelwheel of samsaraturnt abilt a bilgeabid this still i deril derile and defile and silch another filch of desireweb of spidermilted zilch.opening of light entire. | 2019-09-05 01:15:26 |
| aether | taking the direct approachjanissary and cornermusketcaught and battered etruscandating back to times spent that didn't fuss with itthe gunpowder burnt brusquely ball slipping through airhypnagogic jerkwheat and hay horse that brayweather that stuntsbearing the bruntof endless grey.fencing an appleoff a stumppulling things off the shelf.for the buyer in little distresstalon of undistinguished birdcasting barely a shadow over the criminalcommitting felon.noose pulled into positionperhaps a tale doesn't end | 2019-09-05 01:15:24 |
| aether | platform of disgustcontinuous musthone craftof disappearing justlabelled and fableda tale i do not enablei'm juxtaposesimply for toesthat i never trimundersized and firmbashing to the skulltimid and throesdeath grips of waning joybirds resting a lot, my pile of theesinging and dancingfor my attentioni'm rejuvenated yet dejectedthat life would desireth me aliveobjective and demisesubject and deridecopy and findsearch and drivemind and dieRejovialation because I'm always somewhat snide. | 2019-09-04 16:08:24 |
| aether | bladesharpened stickworded woeproffer the gorgonzolaso that i may rest in my future planned moralschemeconsidering myself high and mightywhile others dream.doing a better jobof maintaining without tame sobs.downgrade and downclassiceclectic and brunt of painmessed to lever in a poor soulwho desires little i know of.fog dense and facetlynchhose of displaywork pattern disarray.simpler times availablegesture to beyond the ephemeral.cancel the plansucked up into a fandisgruntled and profanely liftedinto bits and pieces of man | 2019-09-04 15:57:44 |
| aether | linen from leninnagant pistola proffered for gorgonzolafed and scarcetempered and worstlevered and farce begotten along before hearse.cherish the momentsnot spent in anguishbut do not riseto the gratitude that surmisebeyond temperment and slitheringundervalued philosophical discourse of meted harsh enforce remorsefor facts enlivenedfacts deniedslammed to deathby a thump of trashproduced without regardfor all that amassbefore the congregationsi'm wicked and turned to far cornerno longer in romancewith the idea of cancerous | 2019-09-04 15:57:42 |
| aether | bastardly erraticawkward facetmurder lacticburning acidareolaof storm eye classicember drasticsepoy enlisted en masse massivecloyed jurassic.bite in passivepopping sweepingrumbling quern of mechanicalactiontearing through flesh of endless machinationsgarish and sadnessfemur swept over gladnessbone feathered whip-snip claw rapideviscerated and lacerated of primordialbasted.minted and pressured accelerating ripping chaselace of lovers never held amid being chaste.destroy the mirrorbroken and swinging slanted jaded undisguised flared flag within embraceof maelstrom doth counted a died downunfettered insipid haste. | 2019-09-04 15:01:08 |
| aether | jeer and mirror what is turbulent across channels and endearedforming growthshearing jokemated eyeframed lieghastly and drygristly and trysake of serpent's breathnape of tepid jestunderscore and fathom moreexpress that virulence leftturning faceburning tracegrace and dignityerased.pointed stablab of madmen sooth yer' scabbeat and furnacethat i skirmishwith which none i furnish.burnishban the witching hourdamaged attributeunholy matrixmatrimony in lovingdisgracecaught about-face.left with lemonand years of reeking placejourneyman to the diagnosedvigilancewreak havocsing tragicunlord magic. | 2019-09-04 15:00:55 |
| aether | blown apartbonaparteuniting his lifewith endless stitcheskitchen wares and utensils,feeding an army of hapless soldiersof wretches and mischiefdogged wares of termed jewelersabusersforgetting vivid toolersliquid distaste of thine amusementsent to shavethe ends of the worldnever quite gettingto a full circlecut apiece and adrift for the bloodshed amid tears of sainted yearcotton and alabaster moondistanced over all the loons | 2019-09-04 15:00:49 |
| aether | aight bruha | 2019-09-04 13:58:52 |
| Ghoul | i love it, i'll start making an instrumental asap and we'll become millionaires | 2019-09-04 13:58:36 |
| aether | vvv i made an attempt | 2019-09-04 13:50:33 |
| aether | hookers and coke♥♥♥♥ i'm brokeought to have a tokebut i lost and croakedmy fortune i spokeendless fissionof this derisioni'm cantedabove this anticipated cavalier zealous erudite visionof a girl whence she stuck behind border and formalattire of the undermire i sinkforget and drinkpain and thinkcorollary of the 60HZ phone calls and jutter disposeme against this weary woes i've phalanxed myself upon the 21 foot pike of my dearest belovedintended and bendedlost and rendedunattachment and vainabandonment the samehopes do wanefangs a part of the game. emptying of the girl i ordaintoward a cliff facei cannot fully ascertain.mane of this tiger, misnomed and arightedmisanthrope ignited.all i fear is the steps between me and the profane.bring me my damsel and dame.i exist in shame to belong to this arrangementfor already i feel there is arraignment.let become not another entry, unfalsifiableestrangement. | 2019-09-04 13:50:16 |
| aether | spinning armsleverage of charmtrinket of dear alarmfixed into positionwhole life a flashing imagespent some time outsidechurn and turnthe outer reams miser and afraid of no midas touchhooks of the pleasantreeled past my pheasants.kernel of my journal i tremblecoffee brain without a mental satiation of foodfor deprivation acrid.juxtapose of fasting to moving and passing.learn of something relaxingtrinket of no fashionmasticating on the lashesfemale and brutal punishing reaction.lean into my lacking- form a plan of utter perennial missionary traction.all is xenophobe of the static and thrashing. beat into my drum a trite formation of the everlasting. | 2019-09-04 13:36:26 |
| Ghoul | write a poem about meeting the perfect partner while they are thousands of miles away and you can't do nothin about it and then hand me the rights so i can make a rap song and earn millions and drown in hookers and coke | 2019-09-04 13:34:43 |
| aether | combat drumbot of funbottom of trussdrain my lustcornered and into a spear flailing thrustunderminesapbatmetaphors, funlooking for the calmpicture-scapefew ways to disturb a rake.yearn and takeclothe and fakebutter and cakefond of lakesjourney of vacuous but living makesgurney for my inkwellsunteroffizier screaming.mind pretends i've got something.burning tower above molten lava drakes can't complainaboard entrailsdwelling in tales.mission to miss the raysun pourcloudless sky.determine the sermonwithout coy limes.yankthe mancrooked armbeing carriedby men at alacrious fictions.stern armor we makecacophonous roarugly sorebroken ankletorn ligamentripped haircaked bloodperson disstates | 2019-09-04 13:18:50 |
| aether | poundinghoofburningroofsequindressforlornmessdrenchedin a trenchsans an inchnumbers don't matter'less you see the fodder.concerned i'm damagingmorose and sandwichingdesires upon managersof their fateinterim flammable materialsdocked at my soulship to harborharbor to seamotors without windwind without sailtorn abreast some rockbut i stare to understandwhiny motifsstartling beliefslisten herei'm entertaining fear. | 2019-09-04 13:03:17 |
| aether | fruitive functionquestions and expectationsdream of the futurelive in the nowsometimes a rare feelingof strong love for myselfout of the bluebut not odda reason to livedo i live on feelings?or can i justify the existence from the current effecti think i've got iti think i have it.i think i may love it.setting up the pieces of army men conflicting within their supposed nations.cutting branches from trees outside to enhance the scene.life as a child is very strange.a fool playing with her piece of stringwaiting for the relief, no longer in briefing that indicatesglass, fragilebrittleliquid and forever hard to vacuum.a pull away from that which does not serve.or something.that is no longer refreshing.imbibing waterabove clouds.then returning.rest which reactivates the ability to undergo that i've had before, but faithful to a modicum of novelty. | 2019-09-03 23:08:49 |
| aether | born happy, joyclear enjoymentquickly wearing offhit age 7, begin to feel the fraying.forgetting the past, not knowing what's real.accursed wind blowing me towards the beauty again.found my trancehorse charging with a lancetripping over distant romance.endearing dancefancy thata train of thought that didn't grow rancid.flock to destinytears of ears melting in acoustic heatdriven up to a clenching finchdropping me awayungrounded and surly.sling my selfto futureadage: a day missed is a day not paying attention.corrupted faddagemiserly baggagemore common than a radish.nuclear missilefor my essence begotten by communist women.dreaming a lasso, here to pull my head out from under me. | 2019-09-03 18:30:09 |
| aether | pain of the dailyaccruing a mental drivepath and directionspread out before mesense making a foreign object as i contemplate the meaningdistill the happeningsthrough my memorytumbling down a cliffi hit a cold stopsatisfying uprollmentintellegentsia drain funneling others to otherwhere.lent a fence to block my dentsdensecopy and entrenchfor a rinsewater and blood exiting my trystaffair with that which i haven't experienced.downtrodden and repressed i'm mincedsent to the front,a nuisance.barred from service,and the constant violence, always reminding me of a battlefield.lost in a synthesia of simulacrums.feeling importantly dignified yet there's no medalfor entertaining oneselfburnt to a crispmy emotions are amissi've driven a wedgeinto my friendshipsand forgotten to receive- any kiss.foundry of nothing.material of the virtualand little virtuous mento share it with. | 2019-09-03 18:19:46 |
| aether | interminable boredom left to rot the core.barking around the outer perimeter.a rustle of me's betwixt the trees.ornery entourage.self-diagnoses of the self falling awayseeing oneself as a madman.torrential downpour of miscellaneous objectscarrots proving too unappealing.feign ignorancederanged mindsublimeintense drear second by secondcomplacently placed chide and hiding beneath second skin.mix of tricks.lasting enwailment.listing of one's beliefstearn the fleece.cut and paste my release.paul baumer fell in a peaceful field.don't believe i've fought as hard.more to arrive. | 2019-09-03 18:00:38 |
| aether | proverbial knocking at my door, terrified of ghouls and specters come to visittarrying on the "shoulds." know if i run around trying to placate unseen entities i'll only endanger myself not seeing my self. | 2019-09-03 01:18:05 |
| aether | an engine idlingtick tocka bell tollingfingers tappingcarrying weightmemories of wider grinsindications of progress, seeing the beauty of every moment.breaking my back at my convenience with my posture.grim dark or gaudy happy, two sides of the same coin.but i'm not sad or depressed. maybe depressed but not sad.conjuring to my pit, so i may pull more from the depthsscared of self-fulfilling prophecies. | 2019-09-03 01:15:46 |
| aether | i feel the flames filling up as i don't want to save myself from leaning into the tragic.barely believing in magictriteenjoying the void coming up to snap at my heels. I don't trust faith and hope, because it's running from something that never stops chasing, the pain that you don't greet with a decent expression. corroded metalfenced in heart, gazing at ever-more art.can't turn the other way and think pain is the only thing, or i'll become a devil. faith in the fires that scorch all around me. i'm here to pass through.unafraid.but pain is such a thing. Just gotta not give a damn. Give or do not give a damn, it'll move along anyway, tolerating and gritting your teeth.tired.wanna believe in freedom but i never saw any light in reality besides the hearts of others. this human existence. maybe somethin' comin'. | 2019-09-03 01:09:22 |
| aether | crama thoughtto my tired mindcan't write much, a life living beyond the menial, hopefully. | 2019-09-03 00:23:33 |
| aether | knocking myself out with craisins and milk, while i write this little ditty, hopefuly i'll awaketo some titties and help. | 2019-09-02 16:20:31 |
| aether | creptto a distancei'm a lesion, aboard your legion. shut me off. intermission.wish i knew more, kinds of poetryso i wouldn't write, random ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ in repetitive rhyme schemes.continuationthe moonlight shone to a strangercontemplating if there was someone who was just angryfor no reasonleavening his woesdroneto the breezeit's high treasonbecause he's still madat whatever you saidand in all feasibilityit's a caution, not to be so harshor find yourself giving way to a languid dangerpresenting a dross surface to slow the major dissent of all who enrage-rthee. | 2019-09-02 16:14:49 |
| aether | not into fame, got coils of shameblood coolvapid train OOMPH.stupid lyrical pain. dont care about another thrifty or spendthrift jane. muh brain, is retardedsenses are lame.i've, a notion, to end, this devotion.jingoism to a vow greedy little sow. pain-seeking thrill, end of lifetime drill. krill of my maw i shrilly lift my top i spawl.no end in sight, although that's what i want. bloody brain and suchness, ta ta ta.here's a thought: nah. them's fighting words that i irk myself to say. Left in disarray. Kill myself on a virtual monday. | 2019-09-02 15:59:32 |
| Ghoul | fair enough | 2019-09-02 14:58:26 |
| aether | sleep is pretty nice. | 2019-09-02 14:57:13 |
| Ghoul | I'm tired, give me a reason to live | 2019-09-02 14:50:24 |
| aether | Fear is just some type of motor fluid, sometimes combustible. Sometimes there's too much of one kind and the system halts, but it's a forlorn existence to believe it does nothing. | 2019-09-02 14:24:24 |
| aether | insane mother, never quite drops the edge.distant father, like he's content.failure to evolve: me.failure to move.failure to assault, take responsibility.i drain myself. but the faucet's still running.move, move.i froze up and didn't dethaw.life's got an open maw.i'm in ikk brack, the ancient power word representing when life seems to snatchyour soul out before you could get off your own track.believe in freedom, power of mind and the innerbut i'm writing angsty ♥♥♥♥ like i'm still 14.I change the outer by being placid inside.But can't you see? It's all the same.Until I tire of my passion. | 2019-09-02 14:22:01 |
| aether | turnstile funneling myself. just a whelp. 26y/o with expectations.didactic cerulean. novice inquire. self imposed caged and dosenoxious fumes bereft the lofty. concerned i may be writing nothing.thoughts on a page. streaming. senses dismayed, i'm a feeling.undisturbed, when i am going to heighten my mind, out of the gutter.torn here this way and that. i've but to go out and distinguish myself from these letters.bad to myself. fettered. | 2019-09-02 14:10:42 |
| aether | sojourn that fades.tear my self apart and rebuild. fine with the way things are. interim melancholy.expressive dialectic archaeology.shirking away from pain, a theme repeats. headlong into the flames.dead to my fear, sense, sensibility. extravagance. dead to the fear.i'm cornered, backed away. I sense you enter the fray. I have no words except emotions that fling themselves out like spikes. Can't tolerate myself. I'm in pain. extravagance. dead without a leer. former self with tears.not clear. uninterrupted fear, passing through in waves. left to mirror.cancelled my expression, for i have no direction.torn between neither here nor there. I can't hear. | 2019-09-02 14:00:57 |
| aether | painsoakabsorption. extravagance, fear, pity.prompting, turning away. rage. explosions.pity, fear.death.recompense. vigilante. vengeance. pointlessness. undermine, carelessness. simplicity. extravagance. aimed spearpoint. pain, fear, extravagance.pain fear motivationsdoes the screaming within trump those screaming without.bloody blade. | 2019-09-02 14:00:55 |
| aether | burning, burningburning, burningfire, insidelots - to digest as the flame wicks me apartfinally, coming to a realization. I can deal with this life, no matter where it leads. | 2019-09-01 22:43:41 |
| aether | engrossed in an engraved fork of my parent's kitchen wares. seeing the light over my own tears. can't cry longer than a second, perhaps because i've given into resentment of the representation of the fare it costs to ride into despair. leering into the black. cessation in Fact. | 2019-09-01 17:13:12 |
| aether | i fathom- all the crossing patterns. blind to many, yet i approachi am feigning to ride a coach, but i can't lessen the reproach. i twirl these hands, in amazement of who i am. yet i barrage my mind, with blows by unseen foes. lest i continue, in simplistic fashion, to take turns wagging and circling my tail. i will digress, for sometimes we take aversion of any diversion, in attitude against the conversion. learning a lesson which i reckon is maybe heeding its law that i crawl beneath whilst i call- with my drawl, a fall bequeath me for a lauded maul i've underwent atwixt my lament the moss forms of us all in my dreams I tumble and settle to that far pebble I lay my claim as someone who's never attempted to fully meddle. | 2019-09-01 17:13:10 |
| aether | attachment and graspingwhirlwind and sinking, river flowing- life: presented before me.watch my heart turn to lead, to and fro from stable elements.sequential meanderment, left to one's devices. pulling up a chairbefore the storm. my demeanor gathers weight and rests abottom the winding cliff facesno more room to tumble.I succinctly gather my lesson, eyes toward the itinerary.breeze comes slowly.I'm able and willing but picky and specific.I have not thought too much of except what arrives in my mind.i neglected to take perhaps the easier road in life, for the initial trauma.I have a small plan, I simply wait.Doors come open and close rarely and I halter at the sight of them.I have a powerful dream. Unfolding easily. There's no pain, whence we gaze at what is measly. stare at the cutlery, the cups and the pans, i get joy out of it once again. | 2019-09-01 16:55:57 |
| aether | i like the feeling of loneliness and depression, they've become friends to me. I think I believe they grow me, at least when it doesn't hurt. but i question how long i should let it go on. isolating myself and drawing on life's woes as an empowering drink. maybe this endeavor is too prolonged. maybe I have too much experience in this arena of suffering. maybe it isn't suffering at all and I enjoy my solitude. but I can't help but be proud.I'm lost to the winds of what I think is my guide-line, the mind I detach myself from and see as a foreign object, taking a life of its own. fly my friend, uplift yourself. come 'round here no more. i am anxiously await the change. | 2019-09-01 01:43:00 |
| aether | the flowers are all so beautiful (people) | 2019-09-01 01:24:41 |
| aether | feeling goodfeeling nicefeeling kindfeeling like i can handle this. all is of my own doing and i accept responsibility for my life.i'm scared of others sometimes but I can't feel the pain when I open up. It's a thing to be afraid, but it's a thing to be fearless inside for I know everything transforms naturally and easily, for time ticks one second day by day and the moment passes us by. | 2019-09-01 01:22:53 |
| aether | not lost but foundbecause i gave myself the light and lit the oily raucous fluid withinburning away excess and finally casting sail for i have wind coming set adrift and nothing amiss.left to sift these stoked embers of fires inside i existexiting the rift between others and colossus cryptsnipped the beard above my lipstorn at pages where worn i have lickedcollapsed amid fears of worse piling of woes i can't stand to scatterto othersi'm peace.here is thine fleece.cut away for the treat.embark without a nooseremembered the trucedaily interactedplaced upon those who see the malady of riling strife.cancelled twice.given, driven, striven not lost, but living - a morning star bright arisen. | 2019-08-30 00:38:10 |
| aether | heated momentdisturbed poetcanned beatlaugh track on repeatquatrain stoicleft to rhyme whilst i know it.surrender to my situation.confirmed, do i owe it?every drop every penny every awardbecause i don't stow it.framed to a causation of repetitive mind interrupting my quasi-line of timeforever bestowed upon those who rowthrough this merry river.i'm going to throw it.simply for a moment.I've forgotten how to be, I'll just drainthese watersleft to abate.can't be much of a focusif you're driving blindin a sheer windleft to exhalepoorly exhausteddisturbed and engrossedwith a manner of speech or a flick of the wrist.poorly begotten stationary missionwithout imposition on your dear listen. | 2019-08-30 00:38:02 |
| aether | likened to a hyena braying on heightened discouragement i route my path around the pack circling the winds of lies and social despair i weave my insolence beyond the obsolescence packed into a freight train sent to stations far yet i'm lard, but not a tard, for i chime with limes of exquisite petardsfalling into patterns of others set before me, disgraced to see that i followed but now i see the meaning or emotion of what they seek to circumvent.discernment into lichen poised to remove the rock surface of my impacted alack martyr, why don't you attack?concerned with your tract. better consult a doctor, we've got a fact. lost to another status quo, forgotten to write a love poem. | 2019-08-30 00:10:01 |
| aether | paraphrase a menial daze without a phase to untaze. electric buoys rest in waves of granule salt suspended afore liquid razor sharped hate dripped in tested clean wafer silicon tablets waiting to be produced wildly before executing the program initially disposed of incomplete designs upon my facilitated grounds i walk.self-referential looping patterns of circularity lost in rhythm of waves of purity.distraught i taught a lesson so memorably forgot i caught myself lout and feigning as if a trout i can't liken myself to a doubt i'm a powerful expression of the devout. | 2019-08-30 00:00:07 |
| aether | prescient thought beriddled beside myself gone with a toothpick - a seismic fault sedimented into gratuitous exalt.quatrains of thought lanes occupied by turbid pilots mushing about with their firehoses ready to douse the imminent fire. sanguine nevereverdreams of windows gazed when i sought to win a steady climb toward the vicinity of the hill I descended and returned without my sin.Lousy work, brain a joy to put out with quenching water.Dip low, flying close to the ground can be harrowing but it's a trained skill. laughing at myself internally through the sight of others. crowded around by jesters with thick boots kicking me. I raise my hand, I gesture to tap out. It's sinful to forget thine good intentions. | 2019-08-29 23:58:09 |
| aether | happy despite the darkness | 2019-08-29 21:15:52 |
| aether | another dayanother day i can wake up and wear my sassy pants and scream into the ether.hel yea. | 2019-08-29 07:00:55 |
| aether | caffeine fueled dribbleso much spew, nothingness sprouting as if a fountain concerned i'm being obtuse but i'm really just spouting nothings from undergrounddead to myselfcan't see the lightlies and art. Draw across my heart. destroy reactionary disturbance come uppance and winninguseless words sprouting from the dirt. decay and decoy - selflessness and selfishnessdichotomies not worth the time. my brain makes little sense and i fumble forward like a helpless person. something something morosity and disturbed peace. fed upness and quietude.or just more ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ because i ate some caffeine and have the stimulation to type something here. | 2019-08-26 21:03:41 |
| aether | i'm really happythen i'm really sadthen the process repeatsthis i kno | 2019-08-26 01:07:02 |
| aether | a flame that burnt itself to a crisp, oxygen that longs for a kiss.fantasy lost in a fist.bit the tip of my tongue as i journeyed, waiting for the dismiss.trumpets wailed, themes playedmen sundereda life of failed myths.turbulent panichighly manicfringed and oversought.caught without a thought. | 2019-08-20 22:21:07 |
| aether | I'm just an annoying person who repeats what he heard and there's nothing to possibly gain from a frown that won't often go away for I stray on this day about the general state whilst screaming for mayday aboard this ship I tread lightly because my head's been cracked with a truncheon before. I'm scared of the pain because I can't bare it but I fly endlessly into the fear with reckless abandon for I repeat the same mistakes and hope to remedy this with a solution one in which I can't fully sense but in which comes maybe a small conclusion to a life that is so riled up I can't find my peace or calm for I fight the resolution.hatred goes deep but I don't particularly pick targets and I'm merely burning inside for some type of translucent freedom. | 2019-08-20 22:06:07 |
| aether | dead exposed flesh for your crow-like nature picking away at my innards I'm exhausted and despised I'm fiending for a compromise I'm saddling foes and bending woes and collapsing amid throes of ecstasy and despair formerly known as endless disrepair forming a new loss of my mind entrenching in the old whilst forgetting the past and dredging up new fears to harmonize with my spear of hate I extend to all you that sate upon my corpse I do dissipate freely unto you who fail to fully reparate. I encalcate to singe the flares of my words that are useless in my terror those who can't see for I'm all drowning for want of tears and pain that I simply reside in and resurrect day by day. | 2019-08-20 22:06:05 |
| aether | wax burnt atop my tip top hatfall kersplat deader than a flat with no tit for tat.waning waxing rocket fuel in my gut do i save it, store it, do i have itdo i care do i use it do i utilize it - Burn the stage 1 rocket 'till I'm airborne and then I fall kersplat. It's just the mind in the way. We follow old adages and end up with the same problems. It's all virtue. Virtueless virtue mind and gap stop and kersplat.I'm lost for words but I spew them anyway. Got aims and directions but they're all flat kersplat drop of the hat I'm lost without a riddle without a mirage to chase I'm here everything's perfect but I'm still screaming. I'm alive I'm fine I'm moving to my next destination the world's alright and we'll see the virtue of it all when we die, or right ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ now. Because I'm dead kersplat heart attack I'm fine I gave up to succintly forget the problems since they're all mirages. courteous rhyme and a fiefdom in my mind for your lack. | 2019-08-20 21:52:37 |
| aether | respect sometimes prevents communication. | 2019-08-20 21:05:25 |
| aether | playground of mortalitylofty eyes penetrate lowly fortresses but succumb to fall from great heights. | 2019-08-19 20:15:15 |
| aether | dainty sophistication and morose dwelling perspiration and perverse escapes. | 2019-08-18 16:46:23 |
| aether | torch the darkness with your beingness. | 2019-08-16 22:26:14 |
| aether | error life not found | 2019-08-16 21:18:43 |
| aether | pathetic humans scrappin amongst themselves scrappin each other wit some scrap hahahallow me to launch a dart into your neck and bring you to full cognition amid my inner eye of madness and tranquility.or somthin idk poetry sux and i got siht to do tomrow like write more pointless ♥♥♥♥ HAHAHmeaning or meaninglessness it's all important either way I think. | 2019-08-16 21:04:48 |
| aether | transfixed betwixt what i nix | 2019-08-16 18:15:11 |
| aether | I shall never see the light unless I become it. refrain, frown, sorrow and lightness.weep because i appreciate. seldom do i inherit my own gratitude. self-dom scared to be less than i am. transfixed upon my weakness. pain that rivers take, blood dilution absconded and here within i am ensconced. peaceful, happy, unafraid. beautiful. resolute. without fault. powerful. unencumbered wholly. fizzling and burning but watered and mist. free. confusion-less. meaningful purposefulness, majestic. perfect. forever.values we value, transposed but original. | 2019-08-16 18:04:26 |
| aether | ring. caustic. virulent.burn. disturb. wake. fall. rise. up, down. left or right. motion. intuition. grasp. downward motion with an upwellment. most vehement considerations. thought or prose. pose or toes. walk or drought. fought or think. drift or speak. left or reek. divine thy self. careless i become. nothing to consider. battle i drone. block, dodge, left, right, forward, back, i the reticent.flamboyantly open my eyes. falls the guise i perpetualize. worried i am not. sanguine over nothing. concerned my crypt suppose other woes. i fear not. i repose. I gently discern from nonexistence of foes. loose lipped. tight faucets still sometimes drip. i fear not. I get what little grip I can afford over this slippery oblong face I incipiently loosen. fears, woes, emotions i hold. nothing to transpose i think, because i glide with inertia-less smooth grace bestowed whence and where I have not gleamed. i sink, i reflect. I am jagged and rough and perfectly flowing. | 2019-08-16 18:04:20 |
| aether | negation upon positionposit over negate. ring that echos, echo that rings. something and nothing. drop and fly. down or up. simple or complex. yin and yang. disturbed or peaceful. trap or safety. sunlight or shadow. wind and rain. left or right. forward or backward. up or down. through or over. inside or outside. never or now. curtain or window. brief or long. trip or stay. vacation or permanent venture. nomad or solitary station. visits. people. singing. leaving. drain. unhappy. worth. measure. reward. beingness. containment. circle, hole, complete. full, empty, left, right, up, down, or forward, and backward. inward and outward. torus and taurine, bull-shaped and hibernation of what we bear. simplistic and forward-valued notion. mark. antecedent. left, right, forward, backward, up, down.simple. repetory, repitoire. aim, miss, strike, glance, forward backward, up, left, down, right. | 2019-08-16 17:34:18 |
| aether | people speak but it does not remove the solitude. | 2019-08-16 16:12:19 |
| aether | all of this will wash away. | 2019-08-16 16:06:48 |
| aether | boredom is a luxury but pigs thinking their sty is interesting certainly isn't a virtue. | 2019-08-16 15:08:08 |
| aether | the heat burns. | 2019-08-16 12:51:23 |
| aether | self-worth problamz | 2019-08-14 19:32:22 |
| aether | supercilious behavior bouncing in a hallway of mirrors. | 2019-08-14 18:00:51 |
| aether | eye dee kay my bff jill | 2019-08-13 16:07:26 |
| QuanChis | Flower this flower thatRugged at nightblooming in sun lightfeel the power of my yard | 2019-08-13 06:16:56 |
| aether | flowering dreams just for the sake of it. | 2019-08-13 01:00:37 |
| aether | emotions surge like the crashing of the waves as the tides rise and fall over and over again. cyclic upwelling. burning, burningsearing through my being, destroying, creating - not a problem. fearing, mocking, pretension, unreal. existing, flowing, being. interminably colliding insanely and pulling away from the morose. journey of a thousand suns because even the day feels dark. cave mine collapsed unto myself. yielding to better judgement and falling away. underlying self cascading forward. i have nothing to say. my emotions are powerful but i staunch them. control them. blunt them. a million flying knives do not proffer much subtlety or safety. holding back so that i may quench the tumult. defer to the critical. | 2019-08-12 14:06:24 |
| aether | idk what this ♥♥♥♥ aboutlife about somethingcame across this notion of freedom, tore everything apart and left me waiting.then i thought, what if the former were true, that i had to meet the general civic or moral duty towards others, then i realized, what if i always and already accomplish that no matter what i do.a dangerous idea to think that we're flawless and nothing can go wrong. dunno. feels like the truth. i follow my heart. cuz it pains me to think i could do something wrong. if i can make a mistake.if i could ever truly harm the situation. drives me nuts. so i turned inward. i dunno, but i dislike some situations also, and don't want them to happen. so maybe there is a drive towards a general direction. Acquiescence towards others is sometimes painful for a reason I determine. | 2019-08-12 02:24:41 |
| aether | scorched gemstone, bristled hairs,strange sensation, thought annoyance. inspiration. Swelling chest. familiar but unknown feeling. bland grayness at what i write. ticking lightclock.unknown unknown unknown. Can't wait to sleep again to get back to whatever is behind there. | 2019-08-12 02:19:02 |
| aether | tunnel vision is a ♥♥♥♥♥. I'm like a miner trying to fathom the existence of others because I'm always stuck in my house. | 2019-08-12 02:08:09 |
| aether | run outta stuff to say but still wanna write cuz it feels good. if i repeat the same thought and the same idea it doesn't feel as interesting.running into the wall. but my dreams never cease to create new instances of strange events.wonder if there's a mathematical limit of the number of things already present and the interactions that can take place in total. dunno tho i'd like to just think not. | 2019-08-12 02:06:33 |
| aether | something of a repeat | 2019-08-12 02:04:23 |
| aether | happy positive false negative it's all game and we can't fix ourselves becuz we werent born broken. | 2019-08-10 22:56:04 |
| aether | i'm impossible to defeat. | 2019-08-10 22:28:52 |
| aether | thoughts embroiled in inner conflict, swordsmen, spearmen, pike phalanx, shield wall, slingers, archers, catapults and horsesall fighting to restore or batter down, but i'll just watch. | 2019-08-10 22:27:17 |
| aether | the impossible gift of life is sometimes not getting what you want. or something.words like daggers and mentalities defensive and hostile. destructive self-habits. caring too much. seeing the wrong things that aren't there. overly-self-picky. wordless and remote. sanguine. sad and bored. | 2019-08-10 22:00:25 |
| aether | pitiless balancing scales of a blind arbiter. weigh me out your salt and i'll give you a gift beyond recognition because no at-hand serves the gift i'm willing to give. | 2019-08-08 03:06:43 |
| aether | ill just go back to my own ♥♥♥♥ because i hate regurgitation, smells. | 2019-08-08 02:35:55 |
| aether | Thought forms are energetic objects which can be described in definitive mathematical language. Conception and resolution are implanted within our very selves. Ideas such as the infinite as apparent as when we look up at the sky or contemplate our mindspace. Knowledge is within, we merely confirm it with the outer.Because knowing thyself is congruent with totality, since everything is contiguous. You are part and parcel without separation from everything else there is, or else we would never have any conception of what wasn't there, and it wouldn't matter because it just wouldn't exist for us. That which is separate can never be observed. Therefore, space and time are "illusions" if interpreted to represent disparate quantities and qualities. We are it and it are us. And it's just another day. | 2019-08-08 02:26:59 |
| aether | It is human to err. But there's no error. It's just another action we take, and the effects are always questionably fortuitous. We don't know where our faults take us. We don't know what inconceivable products our fears provide down the line. It's all ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ misery sometimes but that's not the sole take-away. Life's energetic forms, including ideas, are all a contiguous whole existing in togetherness, therefore there is nothing that isn't relevant to another thing. How could you have true separateness? It would mean an unseeable void apart from yourself containing an item that you would never know. Fear is inextricably linked. There exists the ideal of the Answer, and in connection, every question. | 2019-08-08 02:26:35 |
| aether | fear, guilt, shame,like a spinning fortress. a spinning mind. upsurgence, prudence, wisdom. how do i stop my own self-fulfilling prophecies. how do i snag the straw that's breaking my back. how do i live among the unknowing. how do i see what's out of view. how do i free my mentality from the grinding wheel that i put against myself. It's beginning to pull shards out of the implement. See myself in another's mind, inaccurate, accurate, best described as mental self-harm. Harsh critic. Harsh judge. Warped reality. Blows to separation mind to alteration free from this altercation. I beset my own weaknesses against themselves like a shrewd warrior yet I'm fighting within. Everything a struggle, everyday an emergency. My mind going off a thousand times. I'm sure to win, I'm not afraid. Cut into ribbons my toil is handed as a reward. I'm loosing myself of the cage I put over my own mind. Inhospitable. Hostile environment, Mr. Hunter. My mind can only withdraw. | 2019-08-08 01:41:22 |
| aether | i hold everything in the highest contempt. humble me o'life, shear me down. but violence i cannot further wish for me. | 2019-08-07 17:53:30 |
| aether | take this talisman of regret and cinder it to its base element, active intelligence. | 2019-08-07 13:41:18 |
| aether | depression is a cruel horse one shouldn't spur until he drops. | 2019-08-07 12:54:13 |
| aether | these words are macaroni picturesmy mind is a gorgonzola.power highs are lame self-expressions and remind me of futility. i prefer the noise to the silence sometimes. I'm just another bee who sought his honey. but i feel the all inside and i see into your mind. but i'm just another bee who sought his honey. if all the eyes were on you would you behave differently? would your values change? is arrogance useful if you never utilize it. Is my life a run-on sentence waiting to be scolded? No.I reject your reality and substitute my own. I like to cry. I burn the hours. I create self-complete bombs of emotion within myself to use as fuel later. Do I need the energy? no.would i behave differently. sap my intelligence. meter your expression. unknown. vitriolic spew. angry at nothing. fell down a trapdoor. afraid of myself. | 2019-08-05 13:21:57 |
| aether | the statement of the problem of induction says that we can't determine effect from cause.but i'm pretty sure i know the reason for things. even if everything is perfect and neutral paradoxically. the reason i'm here is choice.choice. I'm an arrow that stuck its mark.but the quarreling is quarrelsome, and it persists in my mind as i figure things out. i'm a rebel with causeless causation. i'm the butterfly and i dragged myself back into the chrysalis. a thing to be disregarded because the mind no longer cares about the words on this page. | 2019-08-05 13:10:42 |
| aether | if i hate myself perhaps others will agree and love me and hate me too. Then we can compromise.Satirical ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥. Satirical existence. Juxtapose the arrows sticking out of my corpse and my mind.Every dream is a chase sequence. Every dream is me being criminally important. Ego is beset by double edge swords. To eliminate the self. To see violence in everyone's eyes. To do violence to your notion. To be confused. I'm a burning car set in motion down a hill. A trash fire where my contents spit acid. But but but but but but but but but but but but but but butthe minute i'm gone from this place all giving ♥♥♥♥ is just gonna drop away. Now that's the truth.im dead to the notion of sharing an opinion and singing in harmony. neutrality. does an arrow represent its own neutrality, a death being a resolution of peace. Does the act itself portent to be freedom. pain is pain. opinions enslave. words enrapture. people care and are careless. i'm here and not here. | 2019-08-05 13:02:41 |
| aether | the wisdom of the fool is pretending to enjoy something you don't. the wisdom of the wise is getting tired of sticking your hand into a bee colony. false dichotomies, cacophony. belligerence. carelessness. recklessness. sunken cop car in a river in my dreams. | 2019-08-05 12:52:18 |
| aether | to hear a thing a million times doesn't make it any more relevant.to hear a thing once doesn't make it more forgettable.to hear a commercial repeat the same phrase seven times is just comedy.justice for the individual is not fighting for the society. i'm tired of the drone of well-meaning intentions. i'm tired. but it's just another day. and my well-meaning intentions soak into my outer-speech to corrupt my daily living into a morass missing the point. to be secure is perhaps the most precious thing i've discovered. it never comes and it never goes. it never matters what anything else says or does. it just is a feeling that belongs. and deep down everyone has it, so we develop nuclear missiles. because we're all logical beings. but there's no such thing as sweeter a sting. is anyone truly afraid. no. because life is acknowledged as temporary. | 2019-08-05 12:52:16 |
| aether | The land better than this one. But to see oneself on a chessboard is a lie. And to see oneself afraid of others is a lie. And to see a land better than this one, lies. But the point of a journey is not to stay. Perhaps the inner-critic produces more fear than anything else and makes the world a monster. Perhaps I'm just enjoying myself in ways that generally aren't described. But there's no sweeter a sting, and it's a lie to be situated on a chessboard. | 2019-08-05 12:35:30 |
| aether | i am onboard a ship with waves softly crashing at the sides. I am onboard a ship that set sail long ago. I am onboard a ship where I fulfill every role. I am onboard a ship where I can't see myself hardly. I am onboard a ship where I follow someone else's map. I am onboard a ship where I cave into the thought of others. I am onboard a ship where I write something to counter the other thought. I am onboard the ship of no remorse.I am onboard a ship where myself still speaks. I'm not afraid to crash. Mild panic followed by surety. I land on an island far from this one. I can't see the waves because my mind is forever transplanted into the great land. | 2019-08-05 12:35:28 |
| aether | savage savagerydepicted violence scrawled big on the ol' tapestry. deterrent tear gas expunging your corneas of their suitable function. it is a lie to see oneself on a chessboard.it is a lie when you tell yourself a lie. vicious circles and mediocrity and planned obsolescence. joy and fear wrapped in an enigma. haughty ideals and juggling one's thoughts without a sense of jesterdom. lost in a period of being on the outside looking in. talking to the mirror and forgetting the important thing. This was never scary to begin with. Phantasms and mirages. beautiful symphony of archaic despair. here we are, yet again. everyday i wake up to this world and every day gets better. one by one my problems slip away and i realize truth by truth i'm getting closer. But I was already there. This doesn't hold a candle. I see by my own light. A pale force emitting, brought to bear on a fading illusion. | 2019-08-05 12:25:27 |
| aether | urban castaway STRANDED IN THE MIDST OF CIVILIZATION. | 2019-08-05 11:51:44 |
| aether | BrEaK FrEE | 2019-08-05 11:48:53 |
| aether | turtlez all tha way down | 2019-08-03 15:13:57 |
| aether | strange fat Wall-E reality where everyones buying VR headsets etc | 2019-08-03 14:59:22 |
| aether | we dont have to ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ fix ourselves. | 2019-08-02 02:01:38 |
| aether | flatline heartrate due to metabolic acceleration and lack of imagination. dead before he hit 30, died in his prime he did. doing squat. but there's a sense of humor in all of this...a silverlining. he finally stopped talking.thus the world sank to its normality and no thoughts were expressed, the humans were able to return to their baser instincts and we forgot all about it. whos this punk who kepz spamin my page. | 2019-08-01 18:16:17 |
| aether | motivational speaker: git ♥♥♥♥ nerd. | 2019-08-01 12:39:03 |
| aether | it's painful being atemporarily slow. | 2019-08-01 12:33:41 |
| aether | idk im crazy and my poetry sucks. | 2019-08-01 12:21:17 |
| aether | The unhideable feeling of specialness. Dwelling in plain life with a notion of superiority or invincibility. Living in a hovel whilst you are the Ace of Spades. Trumpcard flipped into a joker. The solution to end neuroticism is to merely accept it. Solutions then are a mirage. We weren't a problem because we were also the solution. | 2019-08-01 12:09:56 |
| aether | every day the same song because i love it.stuck in the motion of lyrical metronome. I enjoy it but it's everyday. I listen to it until I'm sick. Then I find no music and listen to it again. Does it mean something. i draw from the well.Life is symbolic. Everything can be visual. Deep within life is a Well where I draw the meaning.Deep within Life is a Well where I draw the Meaning.deep life well meaning. within is a where i the. DWLIAWWIDTMscript and rip. into the trash. (lyrics:) If you're living up, and want to understand it, nobody has to know. /end - apart. deconstruct. long-word my long-sword. bow and arrow my existence. nobody gives a ♥♥♥♥ about star signs but they care about them anyway. | 2019-08-01 12:09:54 |
| aether | rabid gentility. simple intellegentsia. ideals without weight.romantic ideas a fiction until experienced. Not what I wanted. Not what I hoped for.Life a mystery. Parsing himself. Integrity endearing. Commercial on the radio returning to the foreground ten years later. Banality or divinity.Interpret a manuscript seen in the sky draw flowers from behind one's back.sight for sore-eyes.eyelashes.flashing.canyon. Dream. Forward. Ellipse. Upwelling. Words to describe. Book and written thought.Beat of the day. Quota of the month. Darkness for darkness' sake. Pain of undercurrent desired acceptance. Freudian belief system.Neverending. | 2019-08-01 11:57:52 |
| aether | worry is toil.fear is no preparation.death is easy and so is living. the pain that dwelt was the pain we loved.lost in crassness, drastically rehabitating my own mind. nothing of which we value assigns force to us unless we assign ourselves to force.feedback loop. what is without is within and within without. I'm lost. I cogitate. I drip on these floors.I'm dross. Caught in a furnace. Sent myself, flung my soul. Enraged and impure. Nothing sometimes is better. I lie sometimes. I'm inside a borderless window.Expressionless. Gavel over gravel. Inward perfection. Inner story. Inner cacophony. slipppppfall, droll, tall, lol, null.deer fat. simulacrum. outside.turntable. timestamp. punchclock. xylophone. | 2019-08-01 11:47:31 |
| aether | depression upon waking, depression upon sleeping...that's a disguise, we live in our demise. we seek the answer. It's through the pain we live. It's what we turn from that follows us. Fear is fearful. Self-fulfilling prophecies and vicious circles. Advice isn't worth anything. Poetry and love for what you do is the answer. Don't take a dime when you can invent a currency. Pain is just a symbol. The dollars in your bank account the accruement of toil and sweat but I never cared. Actions and causation loss of morality and sense and identity.Highly preposterous engine propellation deranged seating dead to the crypt. Emotions welling up inside. unillusion mcjank shank returnishment. Propel yourself.Disguises. | 2019-08-01 11:38:01 |
| aether | destroy thyself thou art an quitter with no verificable qualitative notions.or somethingdarknessperfect pitch black inky nightwe're all perfect - the imperfection a lie - my favorite wepon: the jank shank.paranoid beliefs about the nature of the universe unlocked and holy. betterment leads to imbitterment. indifference master of disguise. self-reference. disturbment and declocking your mind. cranial capacity. you gain brozouf. you gain no care. you gain an illusion. It's a message lacking contentment. What is real? unreality, unillusion. jank shank mctank | 2019-08-01 11:31:52 |
| aether | who wehn where why | 2019-08-01 10:54:51 |
| aether | i dont trade. | 2019-07-30 01:48:32 |
| north | hey, could you please accept my friend request? | 2019-07-29 20:28:14 |
| aether | my favorite genre of music: elevator music. | 2019-07-29 18:00:19 |
| aether | frozen birds in the skylife on pausehit play . . . got the remote, fast forward rewind reverbturn it off pop a cassette tv's dust in the wind we're ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ in a real dream. real fake unreal illusion droppin' through the sky to meet myself cold in the eye. | 2019-07-21 02:24:01 |
| aether | epic mcepicman | 2019-07-19 02:48:20 |
| aether | 1. Hello.2. Who are you?1. Hooohhh, I am SO glad you asked.I am called by many names on your world and the universe. I'm God and in truth, I am all, and I am One, and I am also... you. | 2019-07-19 00:58:13 |
| aether | something something wastreling this poor planet with my fat sack called a human. | 2019-07-14 23:12:30 |
| aether | fallacious platitude, premise requires a NERD | 2019-06-13 20:31:08 |
| Tarkorotsu | He who says they need no advice actually needs the most advice of them all. | 2019-06-13 14:13:07 |
| aether | i don't really need anyone's advice. | 2019-06-05 03:05:49 |
| aether | life is a strange dream. | 2019-06-05 02:55:35 |
| aether | so lost without something to do. | 2019-06-05 02:52:51 |
| aether | choked off | 2019-06-04 02:29:24 |
| aether | peculiar joy for the sad and forlorn. | 2019-06-03 04:05:36 |
| aether | something of another day. | 2019-06-03 04:05:17 |
| aether | a murder of crows. | 2019-05-31 17:29:55 |
| aether | exhilarated feelings of aliveness: smidgeonly present. | 2019-05-28 04:14:03 |
| aether | ppl drivin fancy kars look like betles to da starzall the missiles and the bombs look like symphonies gone wrongand if there is a god they know why everythings so hrd | 2019-05-28 04:12:23 |
| aether | something somethinglove is the answeretc. | 2019-05-28 03:49:20 |
| aether | it aint nothinnot a thing | 2019-05-28 03:16:51 |
| aether | i live ina shoe that i'm ina dearmachination i make'pon the worlds' sakeclip the ant, from the treesee the windblowing eerilyfind my waterwashing up silently.drift into letting gothere's nothing that need be ordered.all is divine.all is already set.all is already ordered.tend to my emotional body.it's just a flame that is forever alight.spiritual ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥, repeated out my spout.criticism abounds, for what we dwell on in thought.can't take myself seriously...give up the mental. | 2019-05-28 03:10:44 |
| aether | turn awaynothing to saydrip my veinsapartfly togetherdisappear all the timeweird ♥♥♥♥that happenwhen you downwhen you sincerewhen you concernbut drownin my fearsi do seewhat i doit happensquickdragged to the area without moralswith only bones, splinted legs, broken tear ducts. Drawn and quartered. Sent to the flame.Drag asunder- torn clean. Sent to the fire.Pulled free.Soul ariseth, into a realm of confusion, my realm body do aspireto no longer fearthe conclusion. | 2019-05-28 03:05:22 |
| aether | launch a rocketto spacesee what we findit's got a bunch of rockswe ain'tgoin' nowherewithout themOh yeah. Bring those rocks home.Oh yeah. Lost in a land and a lack of fantasy.Sent forththe bouqetto my sweet belovedShe neglected to mention, she didn't want flowers.She just wanted, that ol' moon.Equestrian.Devastation.Plebian.Massacre.Patrician.Nuclear waste party.Can't thinkcan't seedead eyedaim volatileturning vapidas i drip lividset my cup in this place of mineStill noteStill time | 2019-05-28 03:01:30 |
| aether | this ♥♥♥♥ gets old. | 2019-05-28 02:58:15 |
| aether | I'm drowning inthe pity that I'm in.I'm seeing forththe roster that dwarfs.I'm drawing a blankas I cascade like a tank.I can't findwhat left my here.Wringing my handsof this totality, this space I exist in.Drape the meaningclothed in nuance and angerBeached on stucknessEntrenched in madness.Done to death I am set free.Cancel the engagements, I aim to tumble loose.Set flying, amid a scorched sky of my own mind.Never setting foot, on the land which bears me.Set afear abreast my due dreams I doth request thee,set me loose, set me free, I do attest thee.Kill me or unlock my fate. I do find thee.nothing to say 'till I become unfettered. | 2019-05-28 02:57:07 |
| aether | olordy lord lord lord lord lord lord lord lord lord lord lord lord lord lord lord lord lordit's a pagewith writing on iti fill it upI drinkyourwordshakeFulfilled. | 2019-05-28 02:49:22 |
| aether | shoot myselfin the head. now i'm dead.now we're dancingthe dance of the deadsinging a songlife's got a meaningexcept i'm bereft of its understandingcould care less.couldn't care less.Is it all worth itto see it to the end.Do I even care, to exacerbate the situation?Do I even care, to read back what I've written?Do I even care, to partake in the stew that is the current situation? And the human condition?Do I even see, the beautiful aching truth, hidden behind every pearl of mundane conversation?Does it matter, if I never glimpse the end before the end arrives? | 2019-05-28 02:48:36 |
| aether | ahhh ahhh take a second takerunruh it's a mistakedeath to usdeath till us partwords methodically spaced apartno rhyme or reason to the mayhem i consist of except all is reason, all is good.waste digital storage space with my endless attempt to strike the emotion lying within.Isn't this what life is all about!Isn't this a nightmare tooooooooooo. | 2019-05-28 02:45:21 |
| aether | typing♥♥♥♥ on my pagecouldn't care less. got no less. see no less. wish i gave a ♥♥♥♥ about metaphorsthanks steam, censoring everything. cramping my style. Isn't this fun? Isn't this what life's all about?! Isn't this a dream come true tooooooooooo! | 2019-05-28 02:43:12 |
| aether | coffee rotting this brain of mine, terrible drenched soaked malaise casting ashade my dereliction for the mundane and the acceptance of the regular.pull apart myself like play-doh,because i don't give a ♥♥♥♥.and i give every ♥♥♥♥. but the universe got me covered. cliche paltry kitschy ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥live in a room with tons of dishes piling uppeople getting swamped by storms in other places but i'm just bored to hellwish i could ♥♥♥ cry.but it's all a washeverything's fineeverything's goodbut it ain't nothin'.or so i say.they say it's all glory and god and everything beautiful arising from dispair to the love that we laud. | 2019-05-28 02:41:30 |
| aether | deprivation anguish pitydesperation and toy-like wind-up brain egoic demeanor shoot myself in the ass with roundabout fractal universe shottype random ♥♥♥♥ on this pageooga boogacave in, pull the hair, drag myselfcenter the mind tear home nothingadrift got nothing to saysimply a young mandigress | 2019-05-28 02:36:59 |
| aether | here goes my angsty poetry. | 2019-05-28 02:34:52 |
| aether | silver line | 2019-05-27 10:08:39 |
| aether | ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ | 2019-05-25 17:15:41 |
| aether | I CLOSE MY EYES AND SEIZE ITI CLENCH MY FIST AND BEAT ITI LIGHT MY TORCH AND BURN IT | 2019-05-25 17:02:44 |
| aether | "is heaven just in my mind" | 2019-05-25 05:58:19 |
| aether | /me listens to some Children of Men style background music whilst idly pulling the breech open with his AKM repeatedly ho♥♥♥♥♥♥♥i'm edgy.i need to finish rick and morty season 3. | 2019-05-24 20:34:16 |
| aether | why even stage a coup. | 2019-05-24 20:14:05 |
| aether | think i'm actually a bit lonely. | 2019-05-24 03:11:45 |
| aether | angsty life oriented post goes here | 2019-05-24 02:38:46 |
| aether | https://open.spotify.com/track/3SSiXG5ion2IR7UiTZX08H?si=a35wLBzhTgiIlOBSQvRk3w | 2019-05-22 18:11:31 |
| aether | b oo po boobobobbobpbobobopop | 2019-05-20 08:49:04 |
| aether | ya | 2019-05-17 14:04:35 |
| halston | are you okay? | 2019-05-17 13:28:00 |
| aether | kill me | 2019-05-15 02:33:38 |
| aether | IS PLEASURE WORTH IT | 2019-05-15 01:36:03 |
| aether | is anything worth itare questions worth itdoes existence existdoes chaos reigndo we live on a petris dishdo i put more text on this pageare questions pointless | 2019-05-15 01:35:33 |
| aether | cooked alive | 2019-05-15 01:20:00 |
| aether | https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1y5Hilp4rFg this is so me bros | 2019-05-14 20:58:04 |
| aether | nothing need be prepared. | 2019-05-14 20:46:45 |
| aether | do statements matter if you state them | 2019-05-14 20:33:52 |
| aether | hello | 2019-05-14 20:33:40 |
| aether | PAIN THRESHHOLD IS A LIE.ALL IS PLEASURE BEFORE PAIN. | 2019-05-14 18:20:01 |
| aether | glorious sun forever. | 2019-05-14 16:51:16 |
| aether | infinite joy forevr. | 2019-05-14 16:13:00 |
| aether | put your hand in the box. | 2019-05-14 15:36:50 |
| aether | infinite bliss | 2019-05-14 03:32:24 |
| aether | i run steam in compatibility mode for plato's idealistic forms | 2019-05-14 03:13:24 |
| aether | BALLISTIC LAUNCH DETECTED | 2019-05-14 02:51:28 |
| aether | i'm cast spells | 2019-05-14 02:41:46 |
| aether | autistic parasitic retarded rambling here. | 2019-05-14 02:41:02 |
| aether | I TAKE LIFE TOO SERIOUSLY | 2019-05-14 02:37:15 |
| aether | this society is too sexual/me monk haircut | 2019-05-14 01:37:03 |
| aether | herro | 2019-05-14 01:08:37 |
| aether | and vice versade-gripping a mood state to regrip a mood state is a vicious circle.don't listen to me. | 2019-05-11 06:17:29 |
| aether | gripping a mood-state to de-grip a mood state is a vicious circle.just live your life. | 2019-05-11 06:13:24 |
| aether | destroy destroy destroy destroy destroy destroy destroy destroy destroy destroy destroy destroy destroy destroy destroy destroy destroy destroy destroy destroy destroy destroy destroy destroy destroy destroy destroy destroy destroy destroy destroy destroy destroy destroy destroy destroy destroy destroy destroy destroy destroy destroy destroy destroy destroy destroy destroy destroy destroy destroy destroy destroy destroy destroy destroy destroy destroy destroy destroy destroy destroy destroy destroy destroy destroy destroy destroy destroy destroy destroy destroy destroy destroy destroy destroy destroy destroy destroy destroy destroy destroy destroy destroy destroy destroy destroy destroy destroy destroy destroy destroy destroy destroy destroy destroy destroy destroy destroy destroy destroy destroy destroy | 2019-05-11 06:02:09 |
| aether | self-worth is un-♥♥♥♥♥♥♥-important.your actions are there and that's all that matters. | 2019-05-11 05:59:52 |
| aether | ick snirk = located.pain, undermined. reality, tornsuffering is so much harder when you're there, and the memory of your good times feels like you were so underappreciative. but in reality your current mood where you're at = the suffering or struggle itself, even in good times. you are always struggling to stay above water. except sometimes it feels like you're bloody just out for a swim. | 2019-05-11 05:58:25 |
| aether | to say you're happy when you're happy is one thingto say you're happy when you're in hell as a final resolute rebellious statement is another. but i think it both comes down to realizing mood is just ick brack.nonsense. or pain is nonsense.it's just irk snirk.different names for pain that correlate to what they feel like. a strong sharp pain = ick snirk. maybe it deeply means something, and i would want that. but at the same time, it's so easy to downplay its true sharpness with simple made-up words. | 2019-05-11 05:55:46 |
| aether | write things on this page with a 1/4th of my will and intentionbecome macabrely interested in my own suffering in view of others.or my own joy.rare thought that is. suffering is joy though. because it's never 100%. it's always got a silver-lining.some type of ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ that makes you look back at it like "at least"except a permanent gom jabbar would be suffering. but life isn't like that. it's yin and yang.it's some type of funnel towards the realization that it's all joy. even the pain. | 2019-05-11 05:53:31 |
| aether | overrated platitudes which give rise to antagonistic rebounds and lack of care or sensibilityrather trip the minerather step directly on the betty.rather explode.rather experience the wrongness myself. | 2019-05-11 05:51:04 |
| aether | self-expressionbelief beyond beliefnoiseclausterphobiatrip-daze hazeout of sorts manic depressiveinsane ramblingout of coin inserting, depressed cloakinward tokecancel the journey, setup the living, realize the joybecome one with the self, how crazy it is to be concerned.how crazy it is to be concerned. | 2019-05-11 05:50:03 |
| aether | pain is just a game.pain is just a game.but there's no such thing as sweeter a sting. | 2019-05-11 05:47:25 |
| aether | PAST THROUGH THE FLAMES, I AM FREEI SOAR ABOVE THE TOWERING CLIFFTOPS WHICH OVERTURN INTO OPPRESSED AND DOWNTRODDEN THOUGHTS. SAILING FREE FOREVER,I AM A REPETITIVE POETRY WRITER.SOMETIMES I DRINK WATER PURELY BECAUSE IT'S THERE.A HUMAN SCRAWLS NAUGHTY WORDS ON A WALL, BUT DO I CLAIM THIS MY EPITAPH? RATHER A SENSELESS, SILLY, UNDERRATED, FEAR-DRIVEN EMOTION.THOUGHT REOCCURS: WHEN AM I GOING TO KILL MYSELF, EXCEPT IT IS NO LONGER SERIOUS. JUST MERE REPITITION.MERE JEST. | 2019-05-11 05:46:54 |
| aether | boop booop booop booop boopb oop boop | 2019-05-11 05:41:52 |
| aether | i personally hot switch my ssds by chucking them onto my bed to play a different gamejk | 2019-05-11 05:24:22 |
| aether | rampage bot plug-in service not located bwobowobowwowpbowpbowpbopwbobwpwobpwobp | 2019-05-11 05:09:35 |
| aether | beepboboboboeppwobppwowowoobwwobobwwbop | 2019-05-11 05:09:04 |
| aether | wut | 2019-05-11 04:37:33 |
| aether | is it worth | 2019-05-09 06:22:37 |
| aether | single-pointedness | 2019-05-09 05:49:33 |
| aether | self-worth kaput | 2019-05-09 05:31:52 |
| aether | evaluatory persecution complex. | 2019-05-05 23:22:15 |
| aether | ty, i spamzo this ♥♥♥♥ a lot :P. like free journaling and whatnot. | 2019-05-04 21:05:27 |
| ... | your comments are your thoughts, and i respect them. i love you | 2019-05-04 21:03:26 |
| aether | :] | 2019-05-04 21:03:12 |
| ... | i love you | 2019-05-04 21:02:41 |
| aether | i deserve what i get. | 2019-05-03 01:45:08 |
| aether | life is pain. | 2019-05-01 08:21:44 |
| aether | ya'll cowards don't even disobey circadian rhythms. | 2019-04-29 04:33:24 |
| aether | reality is tricky. | 2019-04-23 23:59:55 |
| aether | exit stage right. | 2019-04-22 19:39:38 |
| aether | computer interface individual | 2019-04-21 18:07:36 |
| aether | paradise itself could get boring, that itself is a terror. but i suppose that would quickly remedy the problem. | 2019-04-20 09:56:13 |
| aether | steam is my social media. | 2019-04-20 03:42:05 |
| aether | i am now experiencing: an entire life crisis. | 2019-04-19 19:28:48 |
| aether | pinpricks of sanity hurt worse than a heavy dose of surreal insanity. | 2019-04-19 18:36:19 |
| aether | god's sitting bored at his computer screen again. | 2019-04-19 18:29:22 |
| aether | hobbies or interests: barely 1. | 2019-04-19 04:40:59 |
| aether | sad pathetic me. woe is me.woe is i.woe. | 2019-04-19 04:17:16 |
| aether | suffering is a choice. | 2019-04-19 04:10:08 |
| aether | i won't settle until everyone is just as depressed as me! then i will win! | 2019-04-19 04:02:37 |
| aether | victim consciousness pervades my existence until i kill it dead. but it's already done. so there's nothing to ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ figure. now i'm just sitting here. and that's the way i like it. 'pparently. | 2019-04-19 03:46:58 |
| aether | perturbations | 2019-04-19 03:38:17 |
| aether | get off my spiritual lawn, vibrational trespassers. | 2019-04-19 02:07:01 |
| aether | think i like being sad.yeah. | 2019-04-19 01:56:43 |
| aether | cage of my own design. | 2019-04-19 01:56:22 |
| aether | burn out on the old clicker clacker button joyramas. | 2019-04-19 01:46:34 |
| aether | something something woe is me. | 2019-04-19 01:05:42 |
| aether | the belief in freedom goes way farther than some people take it. | 2019-04-18 01:16:02 |
| aether | we're all brothers in a perfect woooooooorld. | 2019-04-17 23:46:05 |
| aether | this ♥♥♥♥ed up mess i find myself in. world of a world of a world. place.situation. transient but killer. lost. stuck. trapped. isolated. no way out but through. inside outside all around on the side from the front in the back i die i thrive i make it i love i cry i die i fly i my oh my i sing i throttle i dawdle i crawl i creep i sufficiently can't describe the nature of reality. i write words on this page, garbled. several billion canaries dying inside the coal mine. wanna lead a revolution but know better. this one's a slow win. just more ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ added into the fire. this engine barely runs on garbage but i guess it still chews through it. hate myself. hate others. love myself, love others. one thing consistent, suffering is within me and i hope it's extricated soon. | 2019-04-17 02:12:40 |
| aether | a pity i brought myself here. | 2019-04-17 01:55:10 |
| aether | NEVER SURRENDER. | 2019-04-17 01:47:33 |
| aether | suffering will take you to truth but suffering is unnecessary. | 2019-04-16 03:09:57 |
| aether | endless. | 2019-04-16 00:34:16 |
| aether | f e a ris the mind-killer. I will permit fear to go through me. And when it is past, No longer will I scream internally. | 2019-04-13 23:44:48 |
| aether | forever is now. | 2019-04-13 03:29:03 |
| aether | trapped inside a box. | 2019-04-12 05:38:48 |
| aether | Rebellion against the system. | 2019-04-10 15:16:51 |
| aether | DREAMS COME TO FRUITION.LIKE REPRESENTS LIKE.NO FEAR HERE. | 2019-04-10 15:09:59 |
| aether | I'm happy, and if I change my mind later saying I'm not, that man is false.Roger A. Muirebe has foiled an assassination plot of Roger A. Muirebe against Roger A. Muirebe. | 2019-04-10 15:02:24 |
| aether | sometimes i fear i love what i hatethen i realize i dobut damn do i want to escape it. | 2019-04-09 03:05:01 |
| aether | if embarrassment had a gun i'd be dead. | 2019-04-09 02:40:37 |
| aether | i'm in jovial spirits and life is only getting better because that's just how it goes. As by my dictatorial order for the universe. Bastard thing get in line. | 2019-04-09 02:17:32 |
| aether | SCIENTISM IS A NICE OL' BOX TO STICK YOUR BRAIN IN AND TURN THE LIGHTS OFF.RE-RUNS OF STAR TREK ONLY GET YOU SO FAR.METAPHYSICAL INQUIRY IS A REAL ♥♥♥♥♥.BUT THEN SO IS WAITING FOR GRACE.WHY NOT FORCE GOD'S HAND AND SLAP YOURSELF.WITH THE FACTS.silly brethren of yore describeth the pain and suffering i have dwelt and been drug through, only to discover it was my hand that brought me here. revelation after revelation.it's all freedom. Never forget.Every day I want to kill myself I get stronger. How can a perfect being get stronger? Hell if I know. Metaphysical inquiry is like a buried man's shovel. Getting out of this self-inflicted pit is a hell of a dig. | 2019-04-09 02:11:28 |
| aether | heeeey heeeeyeverything's perfectbut i'm dyiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiin' dyin' for some fun.Dying to ride that gracious winged victory.Bring me nirvana shangri-la, bring me heaven paradise and take me to the promised land.OOOOHHHHHH YEAH.BRING ME THAT SUNSHINE. I'm bored to tears and willing to traverse land afar. | 2019-04-09 01:35:10 |
| aether | 96 degrees fahrenheit todayFEEEEELS GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD | 2019-04-09 01:30:03 |
| aether | frazzled from shifts of sleep and about to collapse in my own headreasons unknown. reasons unknown.can't find a concept to entertain that isn't ten years old inside my brain. just some subtle twists to contemplate. waiting on the stars to come down and say hello.no new colors.just variations on a theme. called a n x i e t y. Boredom. A n g e r flowing silently.Death wishes uttered to oneself at each mishap.numb and drab.existing on silver linings and gratitude practice. but i got it all.got it all. | 2019-04-07 02:51:08 |
| aether | Projectile achieving escape velocity. Drag my feet to this beat. Slave away. Mother of boreds. Changing 0s to 1s in the academy of scholastic pixel devastation heart and soulheart and soulerupting uncouth thoughtsachieving freedom is all i care about.achieving freedom is all i care about. the rest will follow.I'm at home. I'm at home. Home forever. Chewing the cud of my regurgitated mind. | 2019-04-07 02:41:14 |
| aether | unhunhgrunghGRUNGHHHHHGRRRRRNHHGHFDFGHFNISHSHHHHHHHElite crack troop of the wastrels disabled at home.Distribute the fliers of a future to come. Boredom surges through the mind.Boredom surges through the mind. Whirling my magic around.Whirling my magic around. It's all me.It's all me. Destroy the blip.On this radar and this throttle. Metal to the pedal and Face to a table. Gathering no love here. Gathering no love here.Set myself a journey. Far from home.Far from this place of injurious design. Where concrete and walls erect.Where no sight can be laid on the horizon.It's all me. Disregard what I'm told.Disregard all things of old. Set a course. Fly from the nest.Timebomb.Timebomb. | 2019-04-07 02:41:11 |
| aether | haven't felt very alive over the course of this decade. | 2019-04-07 02:14:13 |
| aether | fly loose and free my friends. | 2019-04-07 02:11:37 |
| aether | g r o w i n g . o u t . o f . t h i s . s h i t . f o r . g o o d. | 2019-04-07 02:10:31 |
| aether | come mr. tally man won't YA tally me banana. | 2019-04-07 02:09:19 |
| aether | another day just another dayjust another dayOHHHH OHHHHHH just another dayyyyyy | 2019-04-07 02:08:54 |
| aether | r e a l s h i t | 2019-04-06 05:36:46 |
| aether | going out of my gourddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddd. | 2019-04-02 01:41:42 |
| aether | wish i could write a literal epiphany into existence or an explosive emotional outcharge of utter magnificence pertaining to strength and joy and utter safety.or i can just spew words onto this page. no no but i had those emotions before, i suppose i miss them. where's my epiphany. where's the insight.where's the deep indwelling of strength.all i think lately is how i'm gonna get the ♥♥♥♥ outta here. gotta leave all this ♥♥♥♥ behind. | 2019-04-02 01:36:32 |
| aether | trapped in a bubble of my own doing. feeling utterly claustrophobic. mildly sick of the opinions of others. it's all coming to a head. but this is indescribably nothing to worry about. it'll just resolve itself. | 2019-04-02 01:24:25 |
| aether | but this cycle's clogged with just a journal. got nothing but heart to show for this long winded journey, but it's actually ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ short. all these days pass and the shadow looms larger. the taller my life grows the louder the crash inevitably becomes. | 2019-04-02 01:14:37 |
| aether | freedom is eternal. | 2019-04-02 01:11:45 |
| aether | just ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ breathe. | 2019-04-01 23:07:17 |
| aether | chokin on the splinters. | 2019-03-31 01:38:32 |
| aether | earth is not what it seems. | 2019-03-29 02:38:04 |
| aether | tfw all's said and done and there's nothing left to talk about on the entire planet. silence consumes you. | 2019-03-27 03:02:20 |
| aether | variant mk2b messed daisy chain of created chaos enveloped in a brain tumor sent to enwrap the foolish illusion paradise door bell destructo kamikaze burnfest not gonna see a thing got it all figured out yet i'm ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ freaking. PUT ON A SIGN OF SURETY and all i get is this ravaging pain spreading throughout my being hitting every corner. ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ anxiety or what i must describe as panic. mind going insane, no fear. NO FEAR. hit the reserve parachute. | 2019-03-17 04:03:39 |
| aether | emotionless stringent disturbed perturbed on fire rioting rocking firing destroying | 2019-03-17 03:59:40 |
| aether | grasping the impossible object. | 2019-03-11 05:30:59 |
| aether | them say love ultimate realityi say it not dat simplha-haerbe gone philosophizeryou are too longwinded...ok. | 2019-03-11 05:28:28 |
| aether | but i am alright do not worry about me there is nothing to worry about everything is fine I have it under control the mind is right we are fine life is good hahah.xdszzzzzzz | 2019-03-11 05:26:35 |
| aether | what is lifewhat is deathbut a moment to pass for a woman or man to lasha path to crasha moment to trashwith thoughts agonizingdrooling effort patronized into a stew of bubbling thought forms escalated into poetry PLASTERED ONTO A PAGE WITH VOLATILE DISREGARD FOR ACCEPTED STANDARDS ON GRADUALLY WRITTEN LOGIC AND MELODIES.or how i learned to ♥♥♥♥ convention with conventionless diatribes and monologues and useless soliloquies into a thwarting jungle heat of desolation and despair sent forth from my subconscious into a mindless array of juxtaposition and haphazard destruction intended to enter thon onder mind and do me much disdain with your caustic response. (note: nonexistent) | 2019-03-11 05:25:10 |
| aether | go to ♥♥♥♥♥♥ bed i sayno IIiiiii Say!!!!!This is too muchYou have gone too farYou is me has to pay for these slights!to the brinketh we take youeth | 2019-03-11 05:20:15 |
| aether | break apart all my fearsdrown the mind-reality thought-drone foes in tears.word salads come with free existential croutons. | 2019-03-11 05:18:54 |
| aether | it's all a dreamall an illusionthe real reality is on the other sidebut this place bears its own thingits own charmit's a thing a thing to be cared for.cause what i got is hopehope genuineas i have ascertained the alternative is a hell not worth caring about.this place responds to usit lives and breathes with us.people change and i live. | 2019-03-11 05:17:29 |
| aether | the scary feeling that anything is permittedthat anything is true because it all self-orients back to the ultimatethat life is a boundless realm with no quarrels nor queries as to sender or receivedit's all driftingset apartturning dreaming into anotherlost adrift i amset my heart on the future i havebecause it's all a thingcertainly a thing.this belief of mine.a belief in optimism and idealism. the ideal.a true triumphant feeling stirring inside my mind.all coming to me.all falling away like an endless waterfall.tripping into the netherzone.falling facades to the barricades steadily worn away by time what was built up by events themselves are torn away.torn away.fallen away. | 2019-03-11 05:14:24 |
| aether | goal oriented directed behavior.past the typicalrevvin this enginegoing nowhereor so i thinkbecause nothing's a sinkbig ol' sinksinkin' to this grounddown belowdeep downsilly enoughfallingdroppingtiltingcraningtill i cant see no more.fall asleep | 2019-03-11 05:10:42 |
| aether | distressy waters. | 2019-03-11 05:06:32 |
| aether | calmed silence. | 2019-03-11 05:06:22 |
| aether | ,_, | 2019-03-11 05:05:10 |
| aether | how do i expedite this process. | 2019-03-11 05:04:26 |
| aether | DEPRESSION TAKES FUNNY FORMS. | 2019-03-08 00:10:30 |
| aether | emotions are temporary. 'less you prefer to immortalize them. | 2019-02-25 02:18:07 |
| aether | set afire from afar with a blazing stare dropped down to a low tremor of feelscape drone inside this head of mine to no availing circumstance word soup traded for duck salad hearty laugh familiar face a place of remembrance inconclusive searchings lead back to basic intuitions. sadness for the sake of it. determinings of self-criticality.the wailer receives his ultimate wish. bombed out of the sky with immediacy. all is well. back to norm.flick the switch down. drop the body on a cloud. set a tiding for tomorrow. drift away from sorrow. | 2019-02-21 03:41:01 |
| aether | cyclic fear with cyclic tearsdrain the moat through my throat.don the nothingembrace and dote, the drought of clothing beneath, sheltered, peacefully broughtsent forth to shed color in every thought.alone with my dot. pointer to the unknown, follow iti shall be undone. dreg a fortune up from the sun.taste a bit of defeat. suck up a life on this megaphone.itty bitty daily remorse stacks up to a horrible crescendo avalanching over the crest of a nonsequitirbeating up my own thought forms. unraveling the wary. floored to be adored in a patient moor tied to disgust buoyed by unbounded enthusiasm for discovery. destroyed droid dead door deemed deterministically detered. | 2019-02-21 03:34:00 |
| aether | roar roar roar roar roar roar roar roarroar roar roar roar roar roar roar roar roar roar roar roar roar roar ROAR ROAR ROAR ROAR ROAR ROAR ROAR ROAR ROAR ROARrage against themeddle with asink into aform drop fromescape intodive out ofcelebrate theend the drive tosit infall forever into thenothing left to saykaleidoscope toykaleidoscope joy | 2019-02-21 03:13:45 |
| aether | there is no sound but i must shred. | 2019-02-21 03:02:28 |
| aether | hello fellow solipsist god-entity divisionary compartment. | 2019-02-21 02:12:44 |
| aether | It's all rather ridiculous. I think the joy isn't in escapism. It's in the acknowledgement of once again waking up and feeling your own self. After all the pain fades away and you're in a middlestate between tragic events and "normality." But this all pertains to Earth life and its illusory nature of which I'm bored at least of most things to mention. | 2019-02-21 02:03:52 |
| aether | the cracking of ice, as this iceberg of mine disintegrates. large swaths moving apart as a steady rumble perturbs the water. knowledge falls into my head while fear and uncertainty tumble out. beasts lurk within the psyche poised to rush out. but no danger was ever there. command of my own death. command of life. still lacking in some departments. surreal and real feeling. as if it was a dream, and i suppose it is one. But I prefer to see existence as its critical element, because it's probably true and it grounds me. Life may be a dream or a game, but you're still existing, and that element never leaves. It's different than an episode of a show or a chapter of a book. After you put that ♥♥♥♥ down, it's still with you, and everything forever continues far into the future. | 2019-02-21 02:03:51 |
| aether | life has you taken care of. | 2019-02-17 04:16:08 |
| aether | IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII'M AAAAAAAAAAAAAA DREEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAMEEEEEEEEEEEER | 2019-01-14 21:31:18 |
| aether | hither and dither we escape. back to our cloaks of effervescent sleep. drawn into the deep portals unbeknownst to our whims for rememberance. give me my grand old dream. | 2019-01-12 04:09:14 |
| aether | utility function check: sleep = requiredsupercedes the desire for friendship.turn off all systems. Clamp yourself.Dreams unbounded. trite significance to attaching my words to the air. aren't i just repeating myself. "If all you do is think, then all you have to think about are thoughts." | 2019-01-12 04:06:06 |
| aether | void in my heart insatiably demanding social contact and frequently denied. perhaps it's better if all goes quiet. if all darkness falls. if the story ends where it begun. with an inunderstandable request for something, for some type of knowledge, but all fades into the light. | 2019-01-12 04:03:35 |
| aether | life: some type of strange solipsist fantasy with varying perspectives.so don't feel bad about that ♥♥♥♥. | 2019-01-12 03:51:11 |
| aether | WE AIN'T NEVER SCARED. | 2019-01-12 01:35:59 |
| aether | NEVER GIVE UP, NEVER SURRENDER.except when you give up, and surrender, then everything is also fine, no? life doesn't cease in that case either. | 2019-01-12 00:31:36 |
| aether | crushed like a bug under a rug. | 2019-01-11 01:16:19 |
| aether | powderkeg shoved off into the deep blue sea. | 2019-01-11 00:45:48 |
| aether | flay my mind saith the mindflayer. | 2019-01-10 02:53:50 |
| aether | flamey drongey doodock with a peewock coofloop dockwock set a drip for a trip no lip got a rip no sit ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ brick the ceiling unfolds a tonne of information delivering all my senses to the yesteryear i glimmered in a future i called mine. | 2019-01-10 02:45:47 |
| aether | cave in.collapse.drastic laugh. Partial remedial clap. Jittery, but given the gist. Sent a message. Opened an arrow. Eye perceives. Mind awoke. Inside outside left and rightside down and out on the up and the top. Describe yourself. Pace back and forth. Dreaming awake. Set yourself some spare irreality.Invoke the unspoke. Expediently remove my envelope. Check the times I joke. Everything is majesty brah.< > < > < > < > < > < > < > <> <> <> < > < > < > < >< > < > < > <> >>>>>>>>>>>yooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooheyo | 2019-01-10 02:43:03 |
| aether | fuel for the coal mine,coal for the futilecookery cracked pots death nail tooth and grip succcccccccuuuuulent memories.jacked up, set up, drugged up, shut up, done up, bloodied and ♥♥♥♥♥♥ up. shot cold. done old. set for shape. sent home in drapes. caught forward set alone.never here for the time. always here on drive. set steel in. put ablaze out. scolded yesterday, shaky never. it's all a day. positivity blooms when it's natural. Guess what, you can't force it!You gotta believe! You can do it, I love you all~! We can make it everyday and everyday is glorious? Remember the love you felt even on just an odd day?! Yes, I love you all! | 2019-01-10 02:35:53 |
| aether | fuel for the ovenfuel for the furnace. Fuel for the automobile. Fuel for the death race inside. Fuel for the hatred, burning embers of power, fuel for the dead heartache within.Searing accolades of utter delectable taste. Granted to me by the viewer. One's own eye turned inward. Burnt shut the seer gazes his own demise. Domain of the prophet here to suggest there's nothing to fear, 0 for 0. A glimpse of the afterlife, similar to here. An infinite repertoire. Sample of a specimen. My hero? He lacks division. Seared flesh of a man, drug down into the depths of catapulting earthquaking mind. | 2019-01-10 02:28:36 |
| aether | How does one write something meaningful for others?Maybe it has to be meaningful to oneself. And not only that, but it must be 100% solely entertaining to oneself also, or else did it have any meaning? What was the point in writing it? If you wrote something to help someone but all you did was suffer in the process, you just wasted your effort. pLatitTudEs RAmpAge PlatitudEsor how i wasted my time writing this. | 2019-01-10 02:03:48 |
| aether | let your senses fly clean. | 2019-01-10 02:01:48 |
| aether | cripelelelelelellingly lonely loneliness. | 2019-01-10 01:33:58 |
| aether | We are running around 'till our hearts break downThere's no need for that nowWe're all running around 'till our hearts break downThere's no need for that now... | 2019-01-10 01:29:54 |
| aether | no admiration for casual procastination. | 2019-01-10 01:13:07 |
| aether | lummox the flummox. | 2019-01-08 21:43:41 |
| aether | i conclude it's for a great big dream. for something to happen. for something to roll in based on the statue that i consider myself, perfect, and that ultimately. My life will begin. here in no time. like the heavens blazing above. | 2019-01-08 01:40:26 |
| aether | saw myself in half like a magician. engage the pleasantries with the gents. step up one side of myself because there's a thorn in the other foot. the invisible pain. the invisible heart bleeding for a missing half of itself still lost in the drama of a brain gone mad with nothing to really glimpse anymore after 15 years of mostly knowing everything there is left to discover. it starts to just be nuance. but that's wrong. and i know there's more to life. but it comes slowly. and i am not where it's happening. or at least it ain't happenin' yet. so i spit, and i spit, and i spit, and i spit, and i spit, and i spit, into a glass jar, several thousand times, until nothing can argue that the jar be full. yet such an argument rarely proceeds, rather it is a question, of why the jar is full. | 2019-01-08 01:40:21 |
| aether | murder murder murder murder myself in this visage of dark embrace as i direct my sword inward through everturning mists of unreal ethereal hellscapes. hardly described myself properly.turn the dial low. set my feet up. put my arms in a comfortable position. tap the keys. images of vanity and destruction for no reason flash through my mind. set apart the self. listen to songs i've never heard before so that the syncronicity can happen and i can fluidly write poetry. but why do i do it, do i do it for attention? no. do i do it for edification of my and others' senses. i don't know. it's just simple. i do it because it's the only thing that's fun. scribbling on the wall like i'm 4 years of age. | 2019-01-08 01:35:01 |
| aether | come to terms with myself. self-description. lost, remorse. guilt. death. sex. remorse. indivision. nothingness. self-mutilation.destructiveness. tie it up. no thanks. shoot a message. drag it forward. calvacade the motorcade the dreary made often sell themselves short. fade to a short blip on the radar screen, hit myself, punch myself out mentally. drag through the life, total freedom. total love. totally guided by the intelligence of god, yet here i am. repetition makes perfect, apparently. because that's all practice is sometimes. when there's no outlet for further movement on this 3D plane of existence. drinking ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ fluid and eating synthesia flavored matter bits.we ain't here. we somewhere else half the time we here. or at least i am. commentary sucks.i'm not dragged senseless through a catacomb of a creation not intended for me, in fact the opposite. | 2019-01-08 01:29:05 |
| aether | rampage, playing the victim game again with himself. | 2019-01-08 01:22:53 |
| aether | the godhead is infinitely powerful yet i grant myself the illusion of learning and progress, so that i may appear to learn and act off of experience. of course, how else would you describe your skill? this is the game we play, we appear to unfold in linearity like a flipbook with characters in it. yet every page is exactly handdrawn and chosen, and every page can be skipped to observe the final result. we are just the plaything of god, here to enact our own freedom or be a story written by the divine hand? we of course are told that we have freedom, free will, and i would assume this to be true. it just appears i'm very slow to do anything special but dream day by day and make myself sad.God stoops to Earth stature and makes himself small. I guess it's a change of pace. | 2019-01-08 01:21:51 |
| aether | gotta stop caring. gotta have the night fall heavily upon my shoulders like a thick curtain, descending into nothing as but an early grave to my thoughts and observancy.stab through the dark.nothing detected, besides me. solipsism more true than it gets credit for. have my ankles swept out from under me? unlikely. unless i deem it. see you get the surprise on me when i'm not secretly smiling.alas, all for naught. because i've got nothing here but a 100 feet life. walking between the same rooms, revisiting the same ploys and props. so much emotion waiting to be lifted off. into outerspace. life is slow. please change my mind on that. | 2019-01-08 01:17:17 |
| aether | shot dead and stabbed.whisked awaythrown out.bashed dead. stapled to a post to indicate a better direction. murdered for insurance claim. stuck into a catapult as a diseased body in order to spread plague. turning my head as all of those onlookers stare. mesmerizingly rehearsing my worst woes. saying nothing at all because that's just kinda' the point. caught in a duel between enemies, stomaching a knife plunge in the abdomen. the fates of men guided by themselves or an ulterior eye who is also themselves? does it matter? it all flows and therein lies the answer. deep within. does it have use to pursue? only if we guide ourselves and not by the great big. or perhaps i've got it all wrong. why am i awake. why do i observe. what is the ground basis for reality. love? intelligence? consciousness? what are these things, other than feelings. | 2019-01-08 01:12:59 |
| aether | strange to feel bad and feel strangely comfortable with it in a strange smile. | 2019-01-08 00:49:00 |
| aether | we just floatin here and yesterday evaporated. | 2019-01-04 01:34:35 |
| aether | everything in my hands | 2019-01-02 00:28:15 |
| aether | lost, forlorn, stucklife a feather bedthe indoors, comfier. the house, safer. spinning around in endless cycle. persisting on breadcrumbs of information and steady revelation. seeing numbers repeat themselves on the clock day by day. all a fiction of my own fictitious nature? whence the time past can we still be alive. my mind having degraded to this point of occasional single-mindedness. I want something better for myself but it's slow in coming. trying not to play emotional keepy-uppy, but I wonder a bit how much my mood really matters. prob not. a sense of freedom. a percolating of natures. a drifting of here to there. a static scream held within a glass bottle. trapped in indignation at my own situation. unwilling to perceive other means of escape? my mind tells me? perhaps. | 2019-01-01 00:17:52 |
| aether | the illusory world repeats itself, but for what purpose. | 2019-01-01 00:10:25 |
| aether | illusion of fun, is better than none. | 2018-12-31 23:47:22 |
| aether | money, a stopgap solution before you die of starvation, because there's nothing else to do on this stupid planet that's interesting besides hang around other people who give you warmth. everything else is trite and trivial and boring. give me aliens, give me strange dreams, give me intervention. | 2018-12-28 02:23:39 |
| aether | so much superfluous thought being given to a machine that only burns it. | 2018-12-28 01:38:16 |
| aether | the sight of infinity to eliminate all scorn. | 2018-12-27 00:02:59 |
| aether | INSANE NOTHING SPINNING AROUND LIKE A MOLTEN BALL OF WAX SLIPPING FALLING TURNING TWISTING INTO FORMS UNIMAGINABLE BROUGHT ON BY MISCONCEPTIONS ON THE FUNCTIONING OF REALITY?????????????????!!!!herro. | 2018-12-26 23:30:57 |
| aether | wasting away in computerville. | 2018-12-26 23:20:25 |
| aether | waxing and waning of sadness and suffering in a finite cycle, destined to break through, one of these days. | 2018-12-26 22:39:18 |
| aether | free | 2018-12-26 00:51:46 |
| aether | RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA | 2018-12-25 22:16:53 |
| aether | activities: 0. | 2018-12-25 21:36:45 |
| aether | majestic beauty of unrealness cascade upon my body and mind as i usurp everything i have ever known in endless array of differing change unfolding before me. | 2018-12-25 02:02:18 |
| aether | habitual ritual floating through mysticality. | 2018-12-25 01:37:31 |
| aether | nevar fear | 2018-12-25 01:25:54 |
| aether | playing a strange game or being played upon strangely? | 2018-12-25 01:25:32 |
| aether | live inside a strange dream with my sole companion, da computoro | 2018-12-24 00:51:27 |
| aether | That's a pretty sweet deal. | 2018-12-19 02:05:04 |
| aether | the rain falls softly. | 2018-12-17 20:42:24 |
| aether | writing pointless things on this bored, quasi-religious and spiritual gobbligook in weird cryptic language all thanks to yours truly with his broken speech sense-meter.but hey, i'm god's ultimate expression of being stuck in the corner and being filled with desire. 'till the point desires don't come and i'm sippin' on the same drink repetitively. but it's alllllllllllllllllllll alllllllllllriiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight because anxieties been quashed, fear has been staunched like a nice ol' wound, all has been reduced to a solemn pretty mild serenity (I wish.)BUT HEY I'm still here and will continue to be here. 'till i'm not. imagination is truly the heart of living. cuz otherwise you've got dirt. All's here for you to grasp, but only just. | 2018-12-14 00:35:13 |
| aether | humdrum reality cascades with a beautiful light rainbow affecting all who enter and appear before it, coming down with terrible joysickness and reeking of utter phantasmal happiness, unable to escape from the fate assigned them, that of freedom to entertain their dreams.wowe | 2018-12-14 00:29:56 |
| aether | sittin here writin about nothin contemplating the responses of non-existent viewers and reveling in the joy that is utter uncare after years of cringing who cares hahah it's all over got nothing left to worry about man the gold has been lifted aboard the train and now we're taking it to the final destination. run-on sentence train knocks debris off the track in an endless debut of carnal carnage. sequencing the words from my mental drama into a fusilade of bored tackings on to a board imbued solely by me. regularly joke about suicide to myself with a hand gesture, eases the tension i suppose. but it ain't nothin', cuz the future, is comin' on.All this for a future? I guess it wasn't that bad. | 2018-12-14 00:26:30 |
| aether | RUNNING IN MY MAZE OF MY OWN INVENTION, CONCEIVED NOTION OF ULTIMATE POWER RUNNING THROUGH MY VEINS.perfectly at ease perfectly at ease except i'm wigging when the disease that is dis-ease pervades my consciousness semi-oftenly. | 2018-12-14 00:17:42 |
| aether | GOTTA GO TO BED BUT THE BEAT'S IN MY HEAD. | 2018-12-13 00:40:11 |
| aether | stifling polite silence. | 2018-12-06 22:57:48 |
| aether | come alive come alive come alive come alive come alive come alive come alivestop sleeping. | 2018-12-06 22:21:45 |
| aether | so utterly consumed by love. | 2018-12-04 21:46:48 |
| aether | you can wake up any time you want to. | 2018-12-04 00:01:08 |
| aether | a weird game for us to play together, forever. | 2018-12-03 23:42:17 |
| aether | FLYING THROUGH THE AIR I NEVER CRASH AND BURN. FULL OF JOYOUS EMOTION I CAREEN THROUGH THE SKY ENDLESS AND ABUNDANT. | 2018-12-03 21:51:38 |
| aether | get me offfffff thiiiiss plaaaaneeeeeeeeeeeeet. | 2018-12-03 14:31:03 |
| aether | Tired of being ensnared by a life of caution when it's all just a big cushy bed. Let me drown in the feathers. | 2018-12-03 14:09:44 |
| aether | acid burning through seven layers of the ship, this dimensional traveller too cold to see.burning, burning, staring out the porthole. casually gazing upon the infinite space between the stars while I hate my own living condition. Life is a massive illusion pretending to be floating rocks. Shoot myself in the face. Slip out of the body like an energy serpent and strike upon my friendly foes, who's dereliction of duty is intuition and intelligence. You ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ don't know ♥♥♥♥, because you bought into lies that didn't make you feel good. Good job, hope that's going real well for you. Maybe they'll put a special toilet for you in heaven where you can barf out your own superlative knowledge. They say I'm angry but I'm just ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ bored. Lazy, bored, and coming up with new fears to entertain myself. Shoot myself in the face. Strike into the hearts of my psuedo-enemies. Have fun by preying upon the ignorant once I'm free of the cage. Tired of listening to people. | 2018-12-03 14:09:41 |
| aether | angry at the world. | 2018-12-03 13:49:10 |
| aether | fragmented. | 2018-12-02 21:07:10 |
| aether | i let go. | 2018-12-02 20:57:41 |
| aether | ALL I WANTEVERYTHINGBABY | 2018-12-01 15:12:40 |
| aether | shoot shoot into a tube, sail away. soothe my aching want, my desperate desire, my endless quest to escape or have something better. But steadily, I grow happy with the way things are. And it scares me. The letting go of resistance as walls fall away of tortorous terror. Until I am utterly happy in my own condition. He-heh. Heheheh.Chew through the day. Easy day. Hard days make me cry. The insensitive dwell. Got nothing to write, o'well. | 2018-12-01 14:43:48 |
| aether | scratching, scratching, pendulous mayhem. worry and concern are for a reason, you must worry everyday! If you don't worry, bad things will happen to you! If you don't prepare, if you don't consider every option, if you even fret, aren't we all damned? Yes, yes we lie. We burn beneath embers of scorched eyes.eyes eyes eyes. staring at themselves. what's this mess i've gotten myself into. | 2018-12-01 14:38:18 |
| aether | alone among others. | 2018-12-01 14:34:27 |
| aether | COMPUTERS ARE OVERRATED.UNTIL SOMETHING TAKES ITS PLACE THAT'S BETTER. | 2018-12-01 12:09:57 |
| aether | UNDEREDUCATED WHELP WITH NO MORALS. | 2018-11-29 17:09:51 |
| aether | wishful eyes witness the turning of the tide as a cascade of glorious light pours forth from the window of forever. | 2018-11-28 16:54:55 |
| aether | eyes glimmer from the dark.surrender. the godhead and I puke. don't care anymore. | 2018-11-26 23:23:22 |
| aether | survival and prayer is for the weak, i do it anyway. Space my lines out so I force you to read. Crack myself over the head with a baton so I can feel the boot smash into my sternum and crush my larynx. Escape all toil and moody dispair of a lifetime spent in self-incarceration or biological epitomic weariness. Sweet sweet death come to thy name. Stanley, buried beneath sweat boiled sands of a washed continent set loose on a world of many souls. Describing nothing, I achieve everything, for I get the point, I am here, and happiness was momentarily attained, and it is mine forever. The barrel of fun shot to ribbons. The cloaked dagger turned upon its preyer in wrenching agony. Etching of a man lost in continuous questions abrasively snatched up by the everchanging tide of the daily momentary shifts in hum drum coasting through this barter based reality. Disclothe myself for the night, drink a glass of water. Hope to sleep without stomach ache. | 2018-11-25 23:43:09 |
| aether | regularly on the tolle deaths the bell.sing the melody of the forsaken quoth doth misery.fork over the rent pay the malfeasant waiter. question my liability and my questionable stance on questions. destroy what doubt remain.plan a day with a mind so full of screwy directions. lost in thought with nothing to utter of concrete nature. bang the drum of regular stepping forward. never falter.Never falter.Never FalterNever Falter.Never Falter. | 2018-11-25 23:37:12 |
| aether | someone post hereWAIT NO IT'S ALL A RUSE. | 2018-11-25 21:59:26 |
| aether | BURST THE BARRIER WITH EXPLOSIVE FEET AND BURNING EYES FIERCE DETERMINATION RUN THROUGH AND NEVER SURRENDERRRRRRR. | 2018-11-22 23:34:47 |
| aether | in love with the lovely obscure. not the obscure itself, but the lovely. unspoiled and untapped. seemingly. | 2018-11-22 23:17:16 |
| aether | how do i escape this crippling sense of doom.bide my time until the clock falls off the wall. not worried. it's rather inconsequential. all of it. There's truly nothing to be concerned about. And if I die in this manner then it's all what it's about. It's just this or that. And then it's over. Nothing to be concerned over. Nothing to fret about. Nothing to hold crippled feelings over. Nothing to attempt to save myself with. Just one straight shot for some type of paradise or the giving up of all hope in some vain quirked smile of acquiesence.I AGREE WITH YOUI SAY WHAT YOU DO ABOUT THE WORLDIT'S POISONIT'S SICKAND YOU WANT TO GET OUT OF IT | 2018-11-22 23:15:24 |
| aether | emblazoned into my retinas. the memories of when i could cry. sadly too happy to cry now. | 2018-11-21 23:41:09 |
| aether | shoot em ded. with your wwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwater gunnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn.destroy the enemies.SHOOT SHOOT SHOOT.let go.let go. rest, finally at peace. fall into water, enamored. let go. fall. die. surrender. give up. die.give up. | 2018-11-21 22:58:23 |
| aether | rayblast of sunshine scalping off your radar eyes. ZAPPING YOUR CORNEAS AND DEPLOYING THE ALIEN SETGROUP GURU. Delaying the inevitable with the captured arms as I clear out the remainder. something somethihng who carerearesarsard. Strange thoughts accompanied by strange events. | 2018-11-21 17:18:49 |
| aether | maud'dib says get the ♥♥♥♥ out of sand town. | 2018-11-20 16:21:16 |
| aether | surrender your mysteries to me, oh universe. | 2018-11-19 17:46:46 |
| aether | it's part of a game to be tricked. | 2018-11-19 16:47:39 |
| aether | lost in the corpuscicle of terminability. | 2018-11-19 14:15:46 |
| aether | are you feeling lucky | 2018-11-15 12:24:38 |
| aether | minor neurotic crises boiling into a vat of pitted grape seed ripe for consumption and lacking dignitary accoutrements. destroy the vast plains of forgetfulness with a simple melody to end the night. band together the lack of a forgery for that is not what this ship takes. disregard all motives and notions of ulterior design. flatuently express yourself with no words on a rock that has no name. grind your fingernails off with diligent work to discover you need them long. cancel the express trip to madagascar because the virus is here to stay. say no more i'll release you from your prison, it's the eye of the beholder which ordains the aforementioned reclused foregone conclusion. sold a watch that doesn't tick because i intentionally do not insert batteries. better find one that winds. simplify the situation until what grows apparent is emotion rather than physicality.set ablaze what no longer makes logical sense except you find logic in every corner.end the maze.you are here. | 2018-11-14 20:15:54 |
| aether | bullet through the underwater cavern cranial device. | 2018-11-14 17:50:28 |
| aether | how's it feel to be the very own ruler of your reality bubble. you too can be in charge of your separate time-space block inside the ultimate godhead, call 1-999-9999 NOW and receive an extra equipment attenae set to attach to your forehead to sense the natural perturbations in the field of awareness we call life. you are the king baby. | 2018-11-13 19:16:46 |
| aether | house of obscure natures. | 2018-11-13 18:29:13 |
| aether | burning slowly. | 2018-11-13 17:09:53 |
| aether | paranoia is a complete waste of time. | 2018-11-03 02:43:03 |
| aether | empty can of sardines sitting on my desk for three days. | 2018-10-31 03:24:03 |
| aether | exiting the train off the expressway. | 2018-10-19 04:58:40 |
| aether | all white seeing eye. | 2018-10-19 04:55:40 |
| aether | majestic existence.raison d'etre: live for joy. | 2018-10-16 02:18:51 |
| aether | the ecstatic life.banquets. dancing girls. music beyond belief.or some place on earth. | 2018-10-13 03:57:42 |
| aether | waiting for the crow to swoop and for i to vanish. | 2018-10-09 03:50:24 |
| aether | i scrawl words into the nook underneath that yonder sky, blackness seeping down into the very soul as i bask in the eyes wide open ecstasy of the about-face life makes as i whiplash into position to gratify my imposition whilst i make no derision about the only thing that gives me a heart beat. the avalanche coming down the mountain. the impossibly tall object.the grandest.the holiest of holies. the knocked senseless pleasure. the unidentifiable.the unknown. the hard to discern.the imperceptible. the object which uncannily provides no recollection. the color that has never been seen. the footstep that sounds otherworldly. the marching of this young man to the ends of the earth. the undefinable.found | 2018-10-08 03:47:05 |
| aether | disrespectnoontide downsizenews story hysteriano time for washed up thingsinteresting perspective.feels typical. a normal perspective on the given.take one pill daily. drink water. eat several meals a day. satisfy one's inner-self. plan nothing.crowd out the adulations of the mob with the roaring blast of a neverending flute playing the marching beat of a drive toward the existent fantasy of a young man who seems to always have a strange look in his eye. i am here. | 2018-10-08 03:47:01 |
| aether | burning torch in a matchsticklightless eyes of a ticking lightswitchcraven remorse and disfunctional guilt and shamegone with a puff of smoke and a simple barrel change of belief systemsicy cold black stare, nothing's a quiet place to be.remember the times i had hopes and dreams, now they're revived and yet i'm silenter than ever.no real bouncing excitement.is it doubt.thrown it all away into the wind. peoples' expectations.thrown the sky itself into a bottle of solvent. distill something beyond my dreams, beyond my hopes, and end up somewhere where there are my desires. whole life a lesson on how you don't need to meticulously train self-development, just become what you want to be. make a self for eternity.empty are the days that proceed. so that i may color them in during the respite between day and tomorrow. let us see if desire arises. | 2018-10-08 03:33:22 |
| aether | crying embersweeping black curtainforlorn defunct operational basis.blood curdling candle lightsimple yet effective 7.62hypercritical and advancing past the speed of light.destroying logic with a hammereating your supper with a mine full of salt.embracing the darkness yet forgot to ♥♥♥♥ a tart.endless reasons to settle this one down.got no lullaby for a crown full of painlet yourself fall down to the groundlike no other season it's a mouthful of dreadwords taking overall's flushed downnever see it again.thought you were right but one underestimates himself.let it be something different. | 2018-10-08 03:24:49 |
| aether | I can't seem to find the off switch | 2018-10-08 02:47:50 |
| aether | the curious sensation that reality is serving you doubly. | 2018-10-06 01:24:03 |
| aether | but i am doubtful i know everything maybe. ah but therein lies perhaps the clue. the ground of the universe unconditional love, and therefore everything is permitted. no basis for reality on the level of purpose and meaning, besides for experience, otherwise limitation would result and the universe could not function as unlimited as it already does.how dreadful. or i'm just lonely. lonely and afraid in this big field of solipsistic reality. where is my messenger, come to tell me that i am but a thought, and herewith withdraw in a puff of smoke. the ground of consciousness is pure awareness, and yet it must have qualities, no?intelligence, unconditional love, unlimitedness, etcdoes unindividuated consciousness possess free will, is that how the created manifests? does the desire to know self, itself cause loneliness. to know that a separate person is no more ultimately different. i am missing some detail of reality that would parse this quandry. as always. | 2018-10-05 07:24:07 |
| aether | something of a no-brainer. because it didn't require a brain...an ephemeral glance of the mitochondria providing no power to the auxillary motion of your best suited starry eyed stare. a lack of any real starter to the daily quizzical that is the notion of actual stateable knowledge.panentheistic solipsism. check.narcissistic egoism, check.dreamer's dream, check.infinite creatorship, check.law of attraction, check.nihilistic ethics, check.lacking critical inquiry into the cracking of the problem of self and other, why the self as a unit is enabled to be a "creator" of its reality. how to reconcile compassion and selflessness.how to row this boat merrily down the street? system not ready.am i really troubled by limitless freedom. no... | 2018-10-05 07:20:12 |
| aether | life apparently consists of a computer. | 2018-10-05 05:32:44 |
| aether | It's all so much better than you think. | 2018-09-29 00:46:18 |
| aether | almost bored of this stale dream. | 2018-09-14 02:53:25 |
| aether | fear has no control. | 2018-09-12 23:32:05 |
| aether | infinite bliss | 2018-09-09 11:30:33 |
| aether | there's a glitch in my system. | 2018-09-09 00:30:38 |
| aether | where the ♥♥♥♥ is my umbrella you tossers. | 2018-09-09 00:21:40 |
| aether | hello | 2018-09-08 22:29:19 |
| aether | universe is divinely intelligent, bla bla blabkdfbk ldlgdl eetc | 2018-09-08 03:08:22 |
| aether | life is more than "gimmie" | 2018-09-08 02:58:16 |
| aether | ignore below posts about desperately wishing to spontaneously leave the earth plane. | 2018-09-08 02:51:19 |
| aether | "Doesn't matter what's the prison, rest assured I will escape." | 2018-09-06 02:08:06 |
| aether | I'm God here on vacation, anyone see where my umbrella went? | 2018-09-06 01:20:35 |
| aether | forge ahead brilliantly | 2018-09-06 01:19:07 |
| aether | something something sadness | 2018-09-03 23:57:15 |
| aether | astonishingly free. astoundingly freed. free from the beginning, free till the end.examine this, ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥. | 2018-09-03 03:26:02 |
| aether | because at the end of the day, i'm afraid. | 2018-09-02 03:31:42 |
| aether | one cannot just be happy and gratefulone must explore the depths of what emotion one has to become acquainted, to learn from, to master. you can't chase your tail and eliminate it, scaring off the boogeyman for another day. | 2018-09-02 03:30:03 |
| aether | roasting inside this cocoon you call a shallow life. | 2018-09-02 03:15:53 |
| aether | I WILL SURVIVE THIS HORRIFIC WORLD, AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA. | 2018-09-02 02:39:13 |
| aether | BRANDISH THIS, FOE. | 2018-09-01 22:05:49 |
| aether | so much pointless glorified violence | 2018-09-01 21:05:24 |
| aether | convictions: everything has purposeindividuality is real and is eternal.if you can frown about something with well connected logic, then you probably have discovered what its opposite would be, something that is preserved and real. | 2018-09-01 02:07:43 |
| aether | accept boredom when you have no choice or burn in its torment | 2018-09-01 01:38:46 |
| aether | love is all there is, and it's a magnificent amount of things, actually. | 2018-08-31 01:41:24 |
| aether | drum beat. marching beat. onward, we will survive. | 2018-08-31 01:26:35 |
| aether | 'cept i ain't goin' nowhere. | 2018-08-31 01:22:30 |
| aether | REST ASSURED I WILL ESCAPE. | 2018-08-31 00:22:00 |
| aether | escape from earth, like jumping into the bay outside of alcatraz. better not drown. | 2018-08-30 22:25:20 |
| aether | strip a man of everything and give him a little bit of food and water, and what he got? imagination. thank god for that. give him music and a few people and he's got a setup, my friend. | 2018-08-30 02:04:33 |
| aether | drug across an open plain. left for dead. open up my akm, no round in the chamber. can't obtain bloodlust satisfaction. worthless drive to do something equally worthless. perhaps.Only thing that satisfies is the things I can do. Can't drive straight vertically up a wall and expect to maintain grounded. ♥♥♥♥ it. ♥♥♥♥ it. ♥♥♥♥ it. ♥♥♥♥ it. i'll just sit here and practice zen. ♥♥♥♥ it ♥♥♥♥ it ♥♥♥♥ it ♥♥♥♥ it ♥♥♥♥ it ♥♥♥♥ ♥♥♥♥ ♥♥♥♥ ♥♥♥♥ it. | 2018-08-30 02:03:01 |
| aether | adrenaline surge goes unanswered by force feedback. can't keep this car on the road. metaphors, metaphors. infinite cheeki breeki | 2018-08-30 01:56:50 |
| aether | abuse of one's own psyche through the seeking of dark places is to be avoided. | 2018-08-29 18:55:48 |
| aether | alasit's a small thing. | 2018-08-29 18:53:58 |
| aether | i don't know what it is i'm looking for. | 2018-08-29 14:27:07 |
| aether | yo we out here, breathin'♥♥♥♥. | 2018-08-28 22:53:42 |
| aether | glorious lovely strange feelings. | 2018-08-28 22:43:34 |
| aether | searching for the mental shangri-la | 2018-08-24 17:56:29 |
| aether | inherent peace. | 2018-08-23 22:37:13 |
| aether | ramble ramble. | 2018-08-20 17:35:00 |
| aether | but what matters is unconditional love, so does the process of removing egoic traps really serve me to the fullest degree or should i pursue greater wisdom in love and compassion. owait they both complement each other, and being less egoic is the path to inner unleashment of the true reality, no? we'll see, but i think that's it. | 2018-08-20 17:34:43 |
| aether | let it slipthe cry of moon. The cry of earth-song. the cry of my heaving heart for heaven. jk i'm fine. If only my dreams weren't so enticing, but then I'd be boring. But enticement makes a man dull. C'est la vie. I want to be slowly eradicated from my wants and desires because they no longer serve meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee. Just endless traps. I'm already quiet inside to some degree, we just have to remove the complainer. Then we remove the reviewer, and the judger who is on his back leg already. Incensed ego will be stricken from these mindscapes. Then ultimate freedom arriveth for me. | 2018-08-20 17:32:41 |
| aether | angsty angsty low self-esteem poetry angsty angsty ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ shot through my heart, hope to die. etc.who really cares, who cares at all. I do, and you do, and we all do. something something song lyrics.something something endless rambles. Something something Who Gives A ♥♥♥♥. Bla bla bla bla bla bla bla I'm in love with everything and all the world, but man am I ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ bored. When is my ego gonna shut the ♥♥♥♥ up. Ha-hah! Be not attached to fruitive result, Siddhartha!Never give up hope! But wait, what am I hoping for? Oh well. I already have everything. Be not attached to the happenings. Do not mind what happens. | 2018-08-20 17:29:20 |
| aether | note to earthlings: just because you can be distracted, doesn't mean you should be. | 2018-08-20 15:03:58 |
| aether | no amount of temporary respite given by the universe will make up for real inner strength. | 2018-08-18 13:21:37 |
| aether | getting dragged through the mud unwillingly sometimes makes you tougher than if you were to roll around in it yourself. but realize if you have to go through the mud, you have to turn to face it. | 2018-08-17 11:11:43 |
| aether | I A M G O Dand so are you | 2018-08-17 11:06:48 |
| aether | Life is a place to become battlehardened. | 2018-08-17 10:50:17 |
| aether | Gotta give up this dire need, this disastrous dread, this simple infatuation with literal escape.I have come what may appear to be the end of the line, the answer that I am stuck here, and that I have to bear the waves. Wild hope is strength sometimes, but untempered fancy can set a man on ruin. | 2018-08-17 02:02:19 |
| aether | GRIND MYSELF TO DUST. it's all okay. EVERYTHING WILL BE ALRIGHT.BUT HERE I AM, GRINDING MYSELF TO DUSTTTTTT. EXPRESSING MYSELF WITH NO QUALMS. Destroy pattern subroutine, copy that. Warning, negativity has entered the mix. Roger, purge all cells.or i could just ♥♥♥♥ off. whichever. | 2018-08-17 01:55:26 |
| aether | attached to the computer like a parasite, sucking the marrow. | 2018-08-17 01:50:31 |
| aether | life can be one big crash landing.embrace it. :] | 2018-08-17 01:03:49 |
| aether | dream commando | 2018-08-16 01:22:34 |
| aether | MAUD'DIB HOSTILE TERRITORY FREMEN BOOTCAMP SIMULATOR. | 2018-08-16 01:12:39 |
| aether | and quoth the voice in jail that i heard, "Hostile environment, Mr. Hunter." | 2018-08-15 01:06:04 |
| aether | all the problems in the world couldn't stop me. they'd just be painful. i am completely unafraid of death. but am i completely unafraid of pain? I want to be. Does that mean I should go through pain? Do I have to go through what I fear? Why am I angry at things outside of myself when I am ultimately the cause of everything in my life. I agree to everything. all this stuff doesn't really sound like me i guess. some of it does. but damn self-help inserts itself into your brain. i don't care. no, pain is temporary. so is fear. Pain ceases being painful when you no longer give a ♥♥♥♥ / damn about it. Nothing hurts when there is unfolding beauty inside. | 2018-08-15 01:04:42 |
| aether | rekt face. stubborn fat. weakening muscles. atrophy of social conscience as i'm barely in the fight to help the world. avoid all repetition. forget my woes. become silent. journey within. destroy evil. no evil without. no evil within. nothing to destroy. forget the lights hovering over me. forget the escape i cannot plan. forget the lack of anything to do. forget the existential pain slowly numbing away as i become better, i do hope. sing myself a lullaby, nothing was against me, everything was for me. i am jack's screaming self-help advert. but it's all true. and the truth isn't relative. just wish i knew more of it. just wish i had little and littler anxiety, pain, anguish. Can't really call it anguish anymore.it's all green sunny skies from here on out. i said that with cynicism but i digress. | 2018-08-15 00:58:37 |
| aether | enter soul? Grind to dust? YSoul obliterated on the face of economics. | 2018-08-15 00:17:24 |
| aether | surrender all delusion of lack of control, mr. godhead. | 2018-08-14 22:55:54 |
| aether | is your better nature a stopgap, or are you really a better natured person?do i wait until my heart flickers on, or is it really alive at all.do i have to type each sentence with a space inbetween or in my mind does something someone said about doing that still somehow trigger me to this day and cause me to avoid it. oh ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ well you bastard. am i kind because it's the right thing to do or because i really feel it deep down. ah but you see it's the kindness that shows you care no matter how empty. ok then. | 2018-08-11 23:11:11 |
| aether | iiiii seeeee that your eyes have turned to grey i seeeeeeeeeeee that you aren't here to keep me company at least insofar as my eyes would deceive me. damn electromagnetic spectrum. You're a crafty ♥♥♥♥♥ ha-ha.wash us all awayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy. infinite winds scrape me off the ground like a stuck pancake and boot me into the stars.♥♥♥♥ pancakes. | 2018-08-11 23:08:25 |
| aether | jk | 2018-08-11 22:36:49 |
| aether | humanity is dead. | 2018-08-11 22:20:52 |
| aether | i am a dream machine. i come back to this world, and i loathe my time in it. i think of the lack of everything. the trite simplitude. the missing dreamworld plastered in my own reality through the connection of mind only. but it's all good, i wake up each day feeling refreshed and then gradually worn down. where i think i need another nap. i'm a big ol' complainer and eventually i'll shut up, and i'll grow to tolerate everything. i thought for the past year that the best goal would be to enjoy things, but can i actually and really? maybe once i stop complaining about them. | 2018-08-11 22:15:33 |
| aether | get me out of this boring vapid insane world. | 2018-08-11 22:09:19 |
| aether | HEY I'M COOL LOOK AT ME.HEY I'M REVERSE IRONIC POST MODERN POST IRONY COOLHEY I'M SHUIT THE ♥♥♥♥ UPHEY I'M A NATURAL EVOLUTION OF THOUGHTHEY I'M JUST VAIN.HEY I'M A PERSON.HEY I'M HUMAN AND NEED TO BE LOVED.HEY I'M A GUY WHO HAS NO NEEDS REALLY BESIDES FOOD, A MONITOR, AND AN INTERNET CONNECTION. and water, ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥. hey i'm a gladiatorhey i'm a soldierhey i'm a death row inmatehey i'm a person on your couch with an estranged relationship.hey i'm a nromal human being.or we're just all incredibly special. hurray new age for instilling hope in me again and repetitive lines to spout like some type of religious converter. | 2018-08-11 22:05:49 |
| aether | POTENTIALLY INSANE. | 2018-08-11 21:55:38 |
| aether | another day, another rapid inner tantrum at the make-believe bars over my life. | 2018-08-11 20:20:45 |
| aether | you dare intercede to interrupt my incessant drooling? | 2018-08-11 11:35:15 |
| aether | lol. | 2018-08-11 11:34:32 |
| aether | do i permit weakness in myself. do i permit everything. do i let it all go.i shan't permit evil, but i will permit myself to be. | 2018-08-11 01:22:16 |
| aether | 'till i'm just a puddle on the floor. please vacate the premises. there is a rogue puddle. he's not very satisfied. you might want to step around. if you do land your foot in such a thing, don't forget that there are variations on what could happen Including: Entering the higher realms of beauty and divinity of total agape. maybe that's just what happens when you disregard your own notion of success. | 2018-08-11 00:13:11 |
| aether | there is something beyond this realm of cause and effect. because i grow tired of it. | 2018-08-11 00:07:47 |
| aether | Fear, fear, fear. Destroy my anxiety and petty horrors bit by bit. String the ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ together and blow their heads off. I guess it's alright to describe these things this way when it's clarified that it is my demons I'm talking about. Such violence. Remote. Simplification. Dangerous derring-do. Piss-take. Coagulation of the blood. Needles in my eyes. Destructive behavior. Lack of will. Infidelity. Cancerous tumours. Bleeding corpuscicles. Mild nausea and discomfort. Black boils all along the skin. A life just as dull and worse, tedious, terrible, long, unexciting, and then dead. Gracefully but horribly painfully dead. Such is and was life. Sometimes. And then there is great joy intermittenly for whatever reason, maybe a couple of years. But always within a narrow period. | 2018-08-10 23:57:22 |
| aether | radio monotone, aberrant voice. deconstruction. point of no return. silly fear. infinite joy and perspective. automatic writing. live in my hovel. fear the endless repercussions of a negative mind. fear the snowballing into terrible conditions. | 2018-08-10 23:57:20 |
| aether | explode my body apart and light my guts on fire. | 2018-08-10 23:49:30 |
| aether | seeded with such discontent as hate and anger, slowly passing away and drifting.the winds calm. the sands boil. a lone crawler passes through a narrow mountain range. far and distant. we have everything to be grateful for, and nothing to lose. but i remain in hopelessness for now. and my emotions don't feel like they need to thank anything. i feel like maybe i'm going to lose something, but then again I guess I'm wrong. There's nothing to lose here. It's just another life, with a mission. I can cry all I want but that won't get me anywhere except to self-realization, perhaps. worth more than a pretty penny i suppose.my brain asks, is this ♥♥♥♥ worth it? is my soul on fire tonight, how often does it need extinguished. Why do I, in my dreams, come so close to what I want to know, and then the dreams are oddly silent? Why do I tease myself. Why do I prefer to be in the dark. | 2018-08-10 23:46:59 |
| aether | the end of egoic thought processes. | 2018-08-10 23:39:50 |
| aether | the cessation of all concern. | 2018-08-10 23:39:21 |
| aether | enlightenment grace my presence, for there is war and strife inside my daily mind. | 2018-08-10 23:38:08 |
| aether | suck me up obliviondo it nowdo it fast, do it with warm gratification. | 2018-08-10 23:33:32 |
| aether | slide | 2018-08-10 22:39:35 |
| aether | i'm insane 8D. | 2018-08-10 19:35:04 |
| aether | i consider that iilegal good sir. | 2018-08-09 02:30:33 |
| aether | self-pity might just be a waste of time????????????????????? | 2018-08-08 17:33:18 |
| aether | don't give a damn about the stress. | 2018-08-08 16:54:56 |
| aether | self-destructive self-enforced insomnia. | 2018-08-07 03:56:30 |
| aether | pain is movement. movement means you're alive.alive means you ain't dead, so you ain't got nothin to hav qualms about boy | 2018-08-07 03:27:57 |
| aether | NO FEAR HERE. | 2018-08-07 02:06:10 |
| aether | neurotic as ♥♥♥♥ bro. | 2018-08-07 02:02:01 |
| aether | burn brighter or risk your dead weight fall away casting you into shadow. sunder the experience before you fly apart. let no treasured sentiment prevent you from seeing the whole. the pain that drives you or renders you obsolete. the simple diatribe you give to yourself, daily. does it pierce the veil. between the next moment when you will suffer. will it be enough to fortify yourself. some things aren't meant to be prepared for. some things shock. ready for yourself now, in this moment, as we prepare to enter torment. remember that no torment lasts forever. and that there is beauty to every experience. | 2018-08-07 00:59:35 |
| aether | pain is temporary and an illusion.FEAR IS DEAD. i am the face of the sun. light passeth through me, lit up like the sun. | 2018-08-07 00:48:52 |
| aether | all things pass into the void. | 2018-08-07 00:24:01 |
| aether | butterfly scraping across the sky. interim magnification of intermittent peace upon waking. | 2018-08-05 11:26:24 |
| aether | tent poles... long distance... howling wind. lack of a facial expression. extreme dissonance and amazement. coordinate plane. missing suitable conditions. meditatio on far flung reality. | 2018-08-05 11:21:15 |
| aether | the coast of antarctica | 2018-08-05 10:59:22 |
| aether | i will succinctly remember that i overcame fear, but will i overcome doubt or self-pity. obviously, all is to come to pass, for i am certain that life has its way. and it never is quite what you expect it to be. yet i am a hopeful fool for the exceeding of the mundane. i am told there is great emotional wealth to be had outside of one's home, but i doubt it can be found for most circumstances. my dreams are too big for this simple vessel, this simple abode, this raucous mentality. dreams of UFOs, otherworldly events, and unseen visions unable to come back with me plague my waking life. | 2018-08-05 00:46:27 |
| aether | the mountain is god.triumphant overturning. ecstatic to feel your expression. or am i falling apart once again. boredom wavers heavily upon my soul. i yearn for the day i can escape this gloom palace. but 'tis earth. and there seems to be no great recourse, as if i am meant to be here. will merely grow to more acceptance and toleration. toughen up. wake up and open those eyes of yours. trite, paltry hatred abound in my head in the mask of others, stabbing my docile self with goading arrows. | 2018-08-05 00:46:23 |
| aether | There's no such thing as less than perfect. | 2018-07-25 12:22:31 |
| aether | no fear | 2018-07-25 03:36:25 |
| aether | need to let go this life of hedonism and go live a life of virtue. | 2018-07-24 00:21:07 |
| aether | you ever fall asleep, and wake up feeling ever so perfect? | 2018-07-23 18:24:08 |
| aether | survivor SurViVor SurViVoR SuRViVoR SuRViVOR SuRVIVOR SURVIVOR | 2018-07-23 16:46:35 |
| aether | going down to the river. i'll listen to its thrum. the eddies will communicate with me. and i'll understand the meaning of life by the way of its sound. broadcasting to me the innate knowledge and triumphant inner being that i am. i will succeed in every endeavor with that being the quite strange things in life. success isn't a spectacular career, it's the small things... and it's the horrible torture we endure sometimes. the way we handle it. but it's all so distant to me now, for i am jouneying to a place of peace, the river, and i will listen to her softly. | 2018-07-23 16:23:19 |
| aether | king of the drying paint. | 2018-07-23 16:02:38 |
| aether | but be careful what you wish for. | 2018-07-23 02:52:42 |
| aether | my romantic mind just wants to go into the darkest places in life sometimes... to ward myself free of obligations and the feeling of responsibility, because being in a dark place grows you tremendously, and you can avoid the normal and mundane. | 2018-07-23 02:52:22 |
| aether | afraid of doing anything worldly lest it bring back the daily dread. but i will get through and we shall see what taking up the right aim in life does for it. | 2018-07-23 02:49:21 |
| aether | marginal expectation dashed to the wind about people: they do not seek to pal around you after a certain point. if you do not act outgoingly all fades into dust. or perhaps that's just the pull and push of heart mathematics playing itself out. the electromagnetic information communicating to each other the needs of the other. and i need... silence. | 2018-07-23 02:45:57 |
| aether | life seems to be about meditation for the most part, you can tinker endlessly with different material objects or corraborate with other people but you won't get fulfillment forever. maybe i see pleasure as too fleeting. do some people have that on tap? is it permanent? i lose interest in almost everything. it's like yeah i'm done with it. matters of the soul.who knew i was a kook all along. who else thinks time runs too slow???????? | 2018-07-23 02:44:25 |
| aether | flow my words said the NEET. become the solution. save my time. protect what is a point. do what i need. draw the moths to me who is a candlestick for things unknown. spend myself on a proper burial. ha-ha. i'm here as it would seem. BUT NOT FOR LONG HAHAHAHA-HA. no, all the time is spent, and i roar out of here each day in my sleep. sadly it's unfeasible to escape from reality. so different from other people i don't relate that well. but who would want to when there's so much pain. we choose to be such monsters sometimes. a little monster that dwells within waiting to scoop up our friends in a fit of anger. but that isn't everyone, no, it's just me that i know of. | 2018-07-23 02:44:02 |
| aether | spiral of darkness my own doing. the melodramatic complaints of a man who does nothing. self-improvement through vivisection. burning fire in a man's eyes. scold the tyrant for his demise. sing the follies of a mind that don't make sense. unable to speak clearly or articulate well since birth. inaccurate unclarity clouding my mind, spreading judgement upon myself. shoot a flame through the heart of a disembodied ghost. old things decrepit weighing heavily. boredom reigns supreme once again. pour on the lead. shiny tracers lighting up the sky. despicable hatreds of one another. clear my head, it's just a lack of will or knowledge of where i should go. time doesn't pass that fast, does it? | 2018-07-23 02:32:05 |
| aether | gets a little melodramatic around here dam | 2018-07-22 03:55:52 |
| aether | SOMETIMES I GET A LITTLE DEPRESSED, BUT THEN I REALIZEit's just a feeling. or it's an indication of something... something deep within. and i open my jaws to speak but i only utter a one syllable word, love, as i am cast into oblivion. | 2018-07-20 23:48:47 |
| aether | i don't even know what i'm doing anymore... | 2018-07-20 21:30:40 |
| aether | employing the art of sitting around. | 2018-07-20 21:21:46 |
| aether | reeedeeeeeeeemptioooooooooooooooooonnnnnn | 2018-07-19 03:46:06 |
| aether | i just want to be thrown into a fire and cleaned of my impurities. to be stripped clean of all evil causing things within. my own detriments i bring to bear on other people. safe to say i will brave hell if it means to injure people less even in minute day to day conversation. i love too much. all my flaws must be made whole. | 2018-07-19 01:20:40 |
| aether | there is not always shelter in other people, so i will grow as hard as a rock. i have my issues, but i wish there was some type of burden sharing communion between people, alas i will stick myself into a cement fortress of my own crystallization. i'm overly dramatic, but the pain of life grows and wanes, waxes again, it's something, i can't say it's nothing, but it can be overcome. so much of it is sitting around and surviving the bitterness. i have reaped the results of my actions and people are burned out, i have become unfortunately wedged in the malaise. my heart goes out to you if you suffer each day or on an odd day, a seemingly similar day to all others, so it would appear unsuitable to mention it to a person as you have no real big gripes, yet you are wounded. such a thing needs acknowledged by others, but we cannot always get that feeling, so let us grow strong. | 2018-07-19 01:16:30 |
| aether | quiet quiet quiet quiet quiet quiet quiet quiet quiet quiet quiet quiet quiet quiet ok we get it, but does he? will he? does he see, no there is nothing to see. ofc there is. no, there is nothing, i'm sorry but you're wrong! no, all is seen.and then there's more quiet. | 2018-07-18 22:10:45 |
| aether | i must learn to be content with silence before i can be given noise. | 2018-07-18 01:44:14 |
| aether | can life survive mecan life satisfy my needsi'm sure of the aboveWHAT OF PAIN. What of pleasure. What of life. Cannot form what cannot be expressed. Burning an imaginary candle to signify. Burn myself raw, candle light me open. Send my guts out into space, solar eclipse upon my face. Torch every trace, entire time spent wondering why I grace this naked earth and this silly race. jk, i am not all that better, but i will not be replaced. send my time to others with a warm embrace. cool my jets i've got no better place. except when i dislodge from this third dimensional carapace. simple simple simple simple simple simple simple simple simple simple simple simple simple simple simple simple simplewatashi wa. | 2018-07-18 01:11:45 |
| aether | realization of unlimited potential, final liberation | 2018-07-18 00:41:50 |
| aether | in my dreams i was trapped inside a wolf and talking to it to let me go.also in other instance i tried to eat a shark that was still alive from the refrigerator. | 2018-07-17 11:12:50 |
| aether | never give up, lest you fall into a rabbit hole and cannot discover the way. when every destination shows itself to be faulty, do not forget what you are trying to preserve, yourself. this is the riddle. and if and when you question yourself to be of importance, remember a hunch is better than the world's opposition. | 2018-07-17 00:24:07 |
| aether | actor no acting. sight no seeing. breathe no breathingdoor no opening.craft no operating. Words no forming. Deft obliteration seeking a heart with no bleeding. I am simple. I am strong. I form the strength within and send it through all corridors. Blood is not frightening. Dazed is not terrifying. Ice bites bitterly, knife stab incipidly. I recall my grace, and I live through the impossible sear, the heat that threatens to engulf, myself inside, and break beyond all notion. For I am impossible, and I will suffer no consequence unless that consequence is annihilation if I were to be a worse alternative. his opposite destroyed. some things hurt still. yet i am insulated. | 2018-07-17 00:24:05 |
| aether | Myself exalted. I embrace. I call all to one glorious trumpet, we shall thrive. We relinquish all tortorous pain. All barrier blown away. I sing to the curtain call, but it never sweeps, for the stage is revealed, and my life has become grand. I am free of self-doubt, courageous and abundant, I strive to make my cut clear. I swipe through the rigor and lay myself down to drink in the sounds and sights of nirvana. Never again do I doubt the power hidden away, deep inside. It grows within, and desires company. For we grow infinitely into what always was. I am frozen, the pipes blown. The mind expanded, the heat deseminated. A coldness sweeps me, cool air laying upon my force. Rage is mine, I am the indweller come alive. | 2018-07-17 00:07:58 |
| aether | snap shut the jaws of oblivion. for i cast my divine eye into the murk. and i see but a pale horse. torrential downpour of a soul's own fever love affair with itself. a meteoric rise, and perhaps a cratering. but i do not see the impact, the impact of my own self loathing, my own criticism, my own sharp sword pointed at me. mind made enemy, self made imposed. i lock behind myself, i lock down the fear. i stare into what is no longer there. complaint erased. person triumphed. | 2018-07-17 00:07:56 |
| aether | the endless | 2018-07-16 21:36:45 |
| aether | HOW FAR CAN YOU GET INTO THE ZONE? | 2018-07-15 10:53:24 |
| aether | life is simple. | 2018-07-14 21:56:36 |
| aether | launch me on a spaceship, to salusa secundusto geidi primeto alpha centauri.to a realm of which no reckoning has ever foreseen. bring me the new and the bizarre, the invigorating. i will embrace the sight of storms. | 2018-07-14 21:36:39 |
| aether | boredom has a long reach. | 2018-07-14 21:11:15 |
| aether | i accept fear. or i will at least try... | 2018-07-14 21:09:48 |
| aether | profuse melting of an egoic resistance. | 2018-07-14 01:20:46 |
| aether | wailing screams of a banshee.man underwater, water of solitude. | 2018-07-10 15:08:19 |
| aether | anarchy in the brain. order in disorder. fluent rage and articulate anger. baser needs unfulfilled. long tracts of ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥. self-centered, egotistical brain explosion. spinal tap. don't doubt where the feelings go. self-guidance an authoritative boot restricting freedom or erring on the side of caution? | 2018-07-10 12:10:56 |
| aether | wicked blows, head decapitation, satisfying gorey kills, instant removal of threat.i am weak. it takes a challenge to realize how short you fall before an objective. how incompetent you handle yourself. some things you're a shoehorn in for, and others, you miserably track through. but no one said it'd be easy. | 2018-07-09 22:16:16 |
| aether | i am a defeated loon with no one to understand my random thoughts. brain devastated by multiple psychoses and i increasingly don't feel like explaining my loose connections. | 2018-07-09 02:51:29 |
| aether | peace rally against peace.ignorance is strength.through strength my chains are flailing others.death death death death death death death marching drums of the feet. endless reciprocity playing out for millenia. one eye begets another. sinking ship. diving suit. survival. lack of oxygen. death. tormented soul stuck in a man's body wishing for his dreams to come into full view and to get the questions he seeks so he can rest at peace. or something, ♥♥♥♥ im tired. how 2 write. insecurity's a ♥♥♥♥♥. performance art. no one listening because people stick to their reality tunnel and ignore other people. the vikings probably raided the isle because they were lonely and cooped up, amirite. | 2018-07-09 02:50:29 |
| aether | what are emotions | 2018-07-08 22:58:45 |
| aether | there are no enemies. | 2018-07-08 21:56:15 |
| aether | wat dis ♥♥♥♥ about anyway. | 2018-07-08 21:25:55 |
| aether | euphoric rising of the mood.explosion after explosion of a skyward transcendence my bereavement gone. i exist in the clouds now. yes, lack of sleep does alleviate depression, but boy does it pack a wallop for the week. | 2018-07-06 01:42:52 |
| aether | surrender to the endless pain. | 2018-07-06 01:34:43 |
| aether | the ship rises above the horizon. dirt roars behind it. crowded wheels storm the turf into a flurry of slurried dirt mud and rock. it's an endless procession of maniacal machinery come to spell your doomsday out in clear letters. ♥♥♥♥ your ♥♥♥♥, it says. and it's got a penchant, for your destruction. settling for nothing. never surrendering. grabbing all it has next to it before it tears a direction towards you. roar of the forgotten comes to remind you. | 2018-07-06 00:42:07 |
| aether | i'm a heartless robot that requires just a 12v connection. beware the sick self-flatulence. i write for the future. i live for the now. i sing diatribes in a dialect called clairvoyant insanity.avoid all future contact with the enemy because i found him and he was a little morsel that was tasteless because it didn't exist. jeering crowd expressionless as i turn the corner to a beautiful riot in my favour.i have seen hell and it is quite unalright. so i attempt to avoid it altogether. | 2018-07-06 00:21:15 |
| aether | sometimes i wonder if each day is a boring blur or if it's a worthy step up a ladder. then i remember the spirits told me everything is worth it. i journey into the forest and jungles. i light my deadwood and i sing a hymn for the bonfire burning bright inside somewhere hidden amidst the clouds where i praise the wind and the hallowed sounds of space. but i do not regret living. because i sought something more and received it through trial and error, effort, and horrific perserverance. pain is hell. but i'm through it. if i return to it, then i shall overcome no matter how in over my head i am. burn through to my core. ignite the socket and drown. sink to the seafloor and crown my king the newly salty brine. skeletons don't feel pain because they don't have nerves. yet mine emanates such displeasure, at all these atrocities contained within me. there was not much quarter given to flaw and i flew apart, only to stick the landing. | 2018-07-06 00:21:01 |
| aether | millions of scattering fragments of dangerous filaments flying through my excited and nervous mind as i scream internally about useless pointless happenings that do not intercede my true consciousness.or a bitter way of saying that i survive what is temporary and do not abhor what is eternal. | 2018-07-05 23:32:57 |
| aether | to believe in reality or to continuously chase an escape which only deals pain. don't personally understand, maybe i will find both if i face what i dislike. | 2018-07-05 22:04:34 |
| aether | writing goes hereor does it. burnt fuse bulb. dead leaves. black and hard tree. significantly corroded batteries. disposed memories. infantile expression. deranged aberration. thoughts fine. brain fine. sanguine. significant other. 404. raison d'etre. 404. care, 0. only want solution to strange lonely feeling of what can be described as existential desire for something odd and mystifiably hidden.give me give me. | 2018-07-05 21:48:00 |
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| aether | is everything always alright? no. but is it okay, yeah. forever and forever. | 2018-07-03 01:20:24 |
| aether | sand beneath my feet, dust in my eyes. dream fortress. never surrender. pushing onward. can't escape torment sometimes, so you make do. some pain is inescapable, perhaps. i am strong, but a man can be broken. where he has no mental escapes left, where he only feels pain and his spirit has gone down. but i save moments in time, where i've smiled, and the impinging destructive forces cannot harm. | 2018-07-03 01:18:21 |
| aether | you can't will your fears away, you must face and accept them. | 2018-07-03 01:07:46 |
| aether | simple weight of a man inside balking at the pressure of others. what is this forlorn hatred towards oneself and willingness to conform that always gets shot down now that i have confidence? i still make concessions towards it, and it makes me feel like i am not residing in my own power. what if i were to just proceed. | 2018-06-21 23:05:33 |
| aether | a game of dice this is not. it will simply unfold and there is nothing to ♥♥♥♥♥ about. terrible to imagine ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ might be appropriate in some circumstances but i think that's only for a mental outlet of some sort, but I've been wrong before. I continue to ruin my back with poor sitting posture. and so it goes and it goes. drifting here and there. leaving my mark on the world with small touches. eventually an effort. it's all alright, and everything will turn out alright. revelation #2, everything happens the way it's supposed to. revelation #3, everything good and bad has a higher purpose. | 2018-06-21 23:01:58 |
| aether | an ode to anger.frothy mouth. waggling tongue. sharp and bitter eyes. biting nails. invincible grotesque ego with pressure points. what it reduces to is fear in aggressive motion, no?i don't know, but i am angry. so angry. simple regression, thought obsession, life digression, inbetwixt soft erections. mistakes i make, lies i take, draggy symptoms of a polar expression in the brain of my fatty tissue sensation bereft direction.i leave my purpose in front of me solely for the most part, because i've got nothing left to really pursue, other than a girl or two. | 2018-06-21 23:01:56 |
| aether | the keyboard possesseth me. II, oh I. It's a little expression, with a big connotation. Drawn into a hard scramble shootout with my own emotions and direction-pushing feelings. But I grow less neurotic each day. Stabler. Better fit and able. I'm only here for the importance of learning patience, learning safety. Learning not to be buffeted by the rapid winds of a stormy idealism. A million things on the checklist to complete. With very few sidepaths due to complete disinterest and boredom at the thought of such queries. It will all grow weary, and then fade into blackness. Gone with the neuroses. And to my utter dismay there's no way to avoid a hurricane if you're stubborn enough, so I will learn to guide myself around it. I suppose it's not that dramatic. | 2018-06-21 22:46:34 |
| aether | a burned out shell of a manequipped with double barrel sawed off and muscle car.PROBING THE WASTES.or rather he is wandering... to his final destination, the last steps within him of a parched throat. he journeys forever into the distance. a man with no moral quandries because all has been dashed before him. he seeks something, maybe there is a small fire burning. maybe it is revenge.but revenge cannot quench the fires throttling out through his leathery skin. the air remains bitingly hot. heat regulation is one of surprisingly few priorities.a tamer person would die. no, you need fire in your gut. and it isn't going to come from a bottle.this is a hell inferno of molten sand blowing across the scape. One thing is to be determined, that is if there is final redemption. | 2018-06-21 22:38:26 |
| aether | listless expression listless expressionlistless expression listless expressionlistless expression listless expressionlistless expression listless expressionlistless expression listless expressionlistless expression listless expressionlistless expression listless expressionlistless expression listless expressionlistless expression listless expressionlistless expression listless expressionlistless expression listless expressionlistless expression listless expressionlistless expression listless expressionlistless expression listless expression | 2018-06-21 21:55:07 |
| aether | boredom often encroaches, but i become impermeable to its subtle energies.i grow stronger. each day my patience grows longer. and i am altogether ready for the next happenings in life, or so i thought.. disaster avoidant my brain insists on being. isn't it disaster which invigorates the soul with new experience? but i grow tired of repeated happenings. hopefully it is all over but i know i can't enforce my own will on something that may be necessary in the grand scheme of things. here we are, in the interminable wait which passes within seconds. if i can't guarantee an alternate escape, then simply i know i will weather the storm. but that's all very brooding...in the meantime, i conduct my daily activities. dreams and deep wellsprings of emotion are my fortitude. | 2018-06-21 14:44:02 |
| aether | is death the only waycrumbling infernotowering thunderstorm into a ravenous ravineit's a cinchpull the cordeject to a higher altitudepull back my dukesrestrain myselfsend forth the unending effortnever give innever ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ let upbe unbrokenin broken pieces does one resurrect unendinglya golem that will never fully disintegratetirelessly proceedingstomp stomp stomptromp tromp trompNEVER GIVE UPCRACK THE BARRIERS OF THE PSYCHEflood inward to restore full prominence.disable what can no longer function successfullyremantle and repiece what is forever. my human soul. death defying. | 2018-06-20 00:59:13 |
| aether | destruction. | 2018-06-14 01:02:43 |
| aether | insanity peaksmellow morose emotion swoopmelancholy eye drooperratic eye movement of a nervous consciencein the swell of a burgeoning chaos wrapped in the loopnever escape the learning i've attained.burn with desire for a resurgence.crow's feet signifying experience and wisdomdetest the things which slow you down.search for the mysteries presenting themselves before me in the middle of the night in strange dreams. ineffable words being spoken. | 2018-06-11 01:34:50 |
| aether | but i won't quip, a tale told for two is a tale withheld for eight.so i set out on my own to find the potentialities resting in the form. But they were not there, so I sent my best scout, forming a brigade of friendly fellows to reconaissance the area, and gladly were we equipped with the best of knowledge, that all is well. Sooner rather than later do you fight into your own vital strength. Or perhaps you become demolished. NONONOCAN'T SURVIVE THE WAVE. POUR ON THE FIRE. And dwell within do you try before you are deluged upon by spiking wave after wave of pain to stymie even your attempts to maintain wellness. A dream, all I ask for is a dream, but it did not come. And I am not remorsing the fact because to be sturdy you have to be broken. | 2018-06-11 01:22:38 |
| aether | Find my own. Sense the flowers. Dreamt about mysteries. The magnificent glory. Love formed, and cascaded down on all the participants as we basked in the fruitive glance of passerby mildly disgusted and dijected for a wont of a thematically more applicable approach in a mild mannered a-religious-quasi steadfast intent of juxtaposition requiring careful footing in a lacklustre field of prose containing nonesowhich significant as a proper apology. | 2018-06-11 01:16:00 |
| aether | nothing new under the sun, but they'd be lying.lying and lying and not seeing.forgetting.trailblazing into hell. detect what's not there.open what's shut. Become what's unspoke. End up what isn't foretold. Know what is to be known. Sow what hasn't been seeded. Seek what's finding you. Reach into your own grasp. Embrace what already extends its arms, suddenly to be discovered that it be yourself. End in the divine curl, warm bosom, significant shade of a towering inferno of burning love, resting you forever into a smooth caress. We send our best regards, the loyal servants of ourselves. The missing link of who you ought to be is best found present within the distant yearning of your strangest dreams. Something of a dragging sensation as I pull myself to realization. | 2018-06-11 01:15:58 |
| aether | wild jubilationcryptic skepticismdistraught searchingforlorn repetitive phrasesinfinite words of a wasted repertoire towards perfunctory usagesomething of a non-starter because i have vaguest recollection of what i'm saying beyond the feelings stirring within guiding me toward each segment. the hell is he onn-aboutthe hell is he on aboutthe hell is he on about.a poet's demise because he couldn't remain in jest. killer melody in my headdrastic de-resonance slicing through every fiber, visual field and cacophony of symbolism combining into a slag slurry to be processed at your local eye sockets. tonally incorrect, tonally unsound, tonally aberrant.did you know? the divines watch over us. pity spare me a space in this lonely race.strength comes from within. | 2018-06-11 01:00:56 |
| aether | the stringest reformation of my mood made whole. endless beauty awaits me throughout it all. | 2018-06-08 18:08:13 |
| aether | free will just means you pick your destiny apparently. with all your heart. back slowly crumbles. life perfect. pain slightly indescribable. something of a non-starter. will i ever do something? will i ever proceed? why do i feel like waiting. am i stuck here by choice in a dismal ideation for the brave. will i ever proceed. will i ever proceed. will i ever proceed. clearly it's meant to be. just not today. patience is a virtue as i sit here growing steadily towards whatever it is my soul wants. but i am not at the mercy of a fickle thing. i am myself. Something drastically different may appear greener than it really is, but I do not want to lock myself down in fear. Better to tear into strong winds and get some ripped masts than hit a dulldrum and earn nothing. | 2018-06-07 22:13:24 |
| aether | captain deathpunch of the ill-fate brigade. | 2018-06-07 22:03:19 |
| aether | your life is somewhat of an illusion. | 2018-06-07 22:02:05 |
| aether | i'm in a vat and CAN'T GET OUT. | 2018-06-07 22:01:31 |
| aether | some weird self-expression 'round here. | 2018-05-17 00:22:31 |
| aether | never forgot old memories and how they intertwine with your life today. | 2018-05-15 00:28:57 |
| aether | don't close the door on your daydreams. | 2018-05-11 00:06:42 |
| aether | be free from who you are. | 2018-05-10 23:47:27 |
| aether | WHEN PUSH COMES TO SHOVE [UNINTELLIGIBLE LYRICS FOR THREE MINUTES] MEMORY HAVE TO GLOWWWWWWWLET YOUR HEAD BLOWWWW OHHHHHHH DROP THE CREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEDDD OHHHHH LET LET LET IT GOAND CONQUER THE WORLD? (WHAT) | 2018-05-10 02:48:02 |
| aether | WheN THA SONG DONT GOT LIKE THIRTY HOOKS IN IT [THUMBS D0WN] | 2018-05-10 02:31:45 |
| aether | YOU AND ME ALWAYS FOREEEVAAAAYOU AND ME WE CAN STAY ALLLONE TOGETHAA.AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA | 2018-05-10 02:29:21 |
| aether | computer's just a massive ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ brown glass bottle and i'm a beetle confused it's my mate and i'm humping it.woops. | 2018-05-10 02:16:47 |
| aether | >listened to all the beepboop songs on your playlist>you've reached maximum beep boop>there is no more songs to beep boop to >it's 12pm, you have no end game.>♥♥♥♥ | 2018-05-10 02:15:12 |
| aether | this 3D reality and earth is prettyy boring when you lack certain aspects in your life. | 2018-05-10 01:35:18 |
| Tarkorotsu | Especially when having car sex. | 2018-05-03 14:32:18 |
| aether | life is some trippy ♥♥♥♥. | 2018-05-03 14:04:57 |
| Tarkorotsu | Mistakes were made Rampage. Just look in the mirror. | 2018-05-02 14:33:23 |
| aether | mistakes were made. | 2018-04-25 22:27:53 |
| aether | overcoming apathy. | 2018-04-24 23:21:32 |
| aether | light the oil, for tonight you dream and explore endless vicissitudes of dimension while you rest softly nestled in a fluffy home. the cat says deja vu. i say hello. clearly it will all happen again. NO DOUBT THAT THE TORMENT ENDS QUIETLY BECAUSE PAIN IS SUSTAINED WITHIN. everything is going to perfect accord.the lacksadaisical idyllic quality of this world is one which begins to endear if not prolonged in terror by the desperate neediness. | 2018-04-16 23:08:35 |
| aether | burn burn burn alive for there is no tomorrow but a vestiged day left alone for a crippled atrophy as i leave my inner sanctum to dwell in the land of pain and thorns. pain is just a game.pain is just imagination. fear is simple and pointless. there is nothing to be angry about. depression is a true friend. sadness is exquisite, love is lit quietly. anguish is unimaginable and truly temporary, but altogether terrifying. terror is ik brak, an ancient pain word to describe the simplicity of the experience. do not mind the varieties of horror, because they are all one pointed and discernible to be basic and unaffecting to the soul. burn bright. burn bright. never fear. cast all pain to the laughable certainty it won't conquer you entire. END SENSATION THAT CEASES FEELING and draws you into turmult. never surrender. put a man to the wall and it will remove all illusion. there is no man but a conflagration forward. | 2018-04-12 00:48:38 |
| aether | ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ insane insanity drawing near as i approach the zenith of a human lifetime, quartered by a strange lifepath. i lacksadaisically riddle myself the ultimate question, "Don't I need to know more?" four years ago such things would've amazed me but i know it's all vague and dark... scrawling dirty letters on a piece of paper to the few who would see such things but none i imagine because they are not meant to comprehend, just absorb casually what the energy is.a forlorn scream off in the distance, cops rattling my brain. a cursed feeling of repeated catastrophe. it's all fine due to my iron steadiness. i will purvey no more fear and squanch all fires burning my Rome. my mind turned inward as i slowly and hopefully lose my desperation for quick outs. I'm here for life and there's no escape. I will make something of it and grow or be bested. but i am not concerned for everything is ordained by me and the ultimate. | 2018-04-12 00:40:53 |
| aether | nevar lose ur faith | 2018-04-08 22:37:43 |
| aether | burn bright like the sun. | 2018-04-05 13:28:31 |
| aether | just another person strung out on ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ loneliness and utter boredom at the lack of interesting things to do in life. | 2018-04-05 02:44:01 |
| aether | self-censorship or tact.hatred or calmlove or fear.donnie darko or strolling the street aimlessly.wastin ur time bein dark when u cud be singin the verses of the heavens.or maybe i'm just mock drunk on a segment of human consciousness stuck inbetween some bread branes in infinite-D reality looking down at myself from the top of my body with some type of eye socket thingamajig with hands stretched out over a communication device wasting prodigious amounts of electricity expressing nonemuchwhatsoever because i am feelin' horribly alone and lack of anything gratifying in life. wooooooooooooo ooooooooooooooooooooooooooo. | 2018-04-05 02:42:35 |
| aether | BURNOUT.MASHIN' KEYS.♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ NERD IN HIS BASEMENT. NOTHING TO SHOW. GOT NO PEDIGREE BUT RAW SURVIVAL 'PPARENTLY. MUD AND DUST AND DIRT SLINGIN' EVERYWHERE AS I BURN MY MIND OUT WITH EXPRESSIVE FORAYS INTO THE ABYSS. nothing worth blowing out yourself over right? well i thought wrong...because n-n-nothing is happening and i'm proceeding with plan BBBBBBB jkomfg shutup omfg shutupHATE IS A STRONG WORD SHE 'TELL ME. | 2018-04-05 02:33:13 |
| aether | is my life colourless. | 2018-04-05 02:14:56 |
| aether | feelin' of apathy drawing o'er me. | 2018-04-05 02:12:00 |
| aether | stop thinking life is just a passing fancy where you can waste your time and energy killing yourself even harder with bad choices. that's causing people to suffer more than they need to on this planet. | 2018-04-05 01:10:10 |
| aether | trust in people who speak earnestly and with heartfelt attention, and you'll save yourself a lot of time in discerning the truth between who is right and who is wrong. | 2018-04-05 01:08:17 |
| aether | don't drink ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ coffee. your diet's just ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ broke because you're eating our poisoned standard american diet, that's why you're tired.i'd rather see people do psychedelics.don't drink alcohol, ♥♥♥♥ kills you slowly everyday.don't eat sugared up ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥, which is like 99% of prepared grocery store items in general. just buy yourself some ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ ezekiel sprouted grain bread and munch on it.get exercise in the ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ sun and don't even wear a shirt because you're just blocking the sun from hitting your body.don't waste your time watching ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ series and put all your time into research and self-improvement.don't ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ give up on not making changes because you AFFECT EVERYONE ELSE IN YOUR ENTIRE LIFE BY YOUR CHOICES. decided to keep drinking alcohol? someone else is going to cave and follow your bad habits or you'll reinforce one of their other bad habits. it's the butterfly effect. | 2018-04-05 01:06:45 |
| aether | i don't know what's wrong with me but i can't seem to think about something that doesn't unsettle me to some degree my thoughts quickly turn to a perturbing subject when i'm brainstorming. critical violence in the human psyche to be snuffed out and staunched because a remorseless lack of compassion is not going to last. somehow the news reaches me even though i avoid it. strange hurt twisted emotions, wait, i believe that's called empathy. just be ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ happy 'cuz there isn't going to be a big opportunity penetrating into your life unless you let it. let it all go. pray to the divine. give up your hatred. give up your ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥. realize the basics. forget the repeated. skip the normal. stop poisoning yourself. go outside. live a little better each minute you get the chance. love yourself, love others. deflate the ego. let go of petty squabbles. look at the big picture. don't ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ pay attention to hateful stupidity. i don't even know bro. just giv 'way those problems. | 2018-04-05 00:57:08 |
| aether | insane internet junky cuttin' off the monkey with the lithium ion batts and the lack of maps to the destination intersectin' my slant because nothin' comin' 'round for a spat and i don't give a ♥♥♥♥ 'bout this romant-icized maze i be spittin' about for my own perception is doggedly determined to be ruthlessly a bad sermon. nothing's really nothin' but i got a whole plot which takes place in another space that ain't even arriving because this isn't a fact but another malformed habit out of tract in a nu-psychotic filled area callin' myself what others lead me to believe but perceptions don't matter because they're all outta wack in the space of things it's just another dark matter. itchy itchy repetitive mind and soul. draining out the lifeforce of a significant portion of my conscious. it's a little sight that's sore to recognize that we all got one thing or other.a plot that doesn't inititiate because the poet doesn't see his own lines. | 2018-04-05 00:37:43 |
| aether | cuttin' my teeth on the moral groundstone. so much spaciousness like what they talk about, life is just a big space because my self doesn't really satiate itself on the boring, that which is most of it. | 2018-04-05 00:24:21 |
| aether | rising chorus hymn in my mind, everyting gon' b awry. | 2018-04-05 00:21:07 |
| aether | scrapey scrapies scrape, my mind scrapes on the surface of reality. like an elbow or a knee that's goin' 'cross the groun'. time is accelerating. here i am. here i am. callin' it depression in my mind but it's just a rare temporary mental storm. indefatigable because no matter what happens you're always around, so ♥♥♥♥ it. everything can hurt me but nothing can destroy what is. control your reaction to events because it's your testament to being alive. so ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ itttttt. but they tell me words mean something.and here i was sittin' here thinking words were wastes of air. so all's alright. alright?... because nothing defeats the human soul in the avalanche of disaster. you might feel like it's a total loss but it doesn't matterrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.so ♥♥♥♥ it. | 2018-04-05 00:19:54 |
| aether | emotion storm. angry and fed up. more changes on the way. preferrable silence. | 2018-04-04 23:59:29 |
| aether | so much poison because humans are bored and sick. ingesting loadsuh poisoonnnnnn.but people don't give a ♥♥♥♥ about being human so they don't give a ♥♥♥♥ about their health. and they don't see why being healthy impacts others and being unhealthy affects everything.but people don't givva ♥♥♥♥ 'bout the butterfly effect because they're waiting for nuclear fusion power and telomere DNA editing. y'know. it's just one more thing. smoking cigs meant in concentration camps that you were giving up. my diabetic grandma who's a 3+ stroke victim drinks gatorade at her care home. medical system is ♥♥♥♥♥♥ up. | 2018-03-28 22:36:21 |
| aether | life presents itself without words, and lost by quiet, we proceed into the darkness with a hard heart. there is ultimately nothing to worry about. there is no amount of exertion that will lift up this burden of a rock that whose name is concern. such a soft name and yet it snowballs into the worst of conditions. paranoia, rabid misplaced conscientiousness, scorn for supposed enemies. there is nothing to fear. we are crushed by illusion, by forces of laughter who embrace us with the worst we impose to be real. but it's all passing hoopla. the dread of a returning disaster, written inevitable by a continuously concerned mind, will cause a person to no longer live albeit alive. don't grip, don't hold, don't scratch as what's taken away from you will free you from the horrific anguish that you perpetuated on yourself. | 2018-03-26 23:49:10 |
| aether | turmoil generator inside the heart of manproducing outputs of bodily stress and dustput up against his test he faltersbut stumbles forwardand gallantly he won't let go of the hope that lies sometimes in the periphery of sight.and it's all rather simple but the pressure cracks many a vessel.the perils of ours and this place's nature is that we don't believe in safety.but what danger is there when the facade is loose and cracks appear in what has to be the obscuration of truth.cont. above | 2018-03-26 23:49:08 |
| aether | sky scraper.nigh untwistable.dwelling invincible.without attention.disease and affliction.tumbling down.to the ends of the earth.apocalyptic aprocryphaldestroy your flaws in the fires of tremendous strainand earn your right to weigh your anchor heavily.become your highest embodiment with the aid of nonewhatsoever thanthe flagellation of a wild tongue ceaselessly inside your mind.'till there isn't a drop of vanity left. the black tar that marrs. the indistinguishable pointlessness that causes strife. lift your fist no longer distraught and proclaim something new before your emotions and windless direction carry you off into a neversetting sun, trapped in the progresslessness of ingrained stagnation. bring the maul down on the foundation to unsettle the squatting homemaking birds perched within. | 2018-03-26 23:29:22 |
| aether | deja vu deja vu vudejadeja vu deja vu dejavudeja vu deja vu deja vu | 2018-03-24 17:41:28 |
| aether | MOTH TO THE FLAME BECAUSE HE WOULDN'T BELIEVE.TOTAL DESTRUCTION.IGNITE THE FUSE.LEAVE IT TO SEE WHO'S ON THE OTHER END.WAS YOU WITH A RUDE SMILE.boredom erupts with such malady when you're stuck in a clausterphobic social inner tormentia. | 2018-03-23 23:42:42 |
| aether | appearances dire, know that it isn't.left to my own devices.controlling my own nature.simple remedial substance.zen-like attitude in mind.no drops or falls.everlasting grace. | 2018-03-23 23:10:43 |
| aether | addiction palace.requit everything.dominant dormant feeling.escape to a life of actual feeling.lies abound. the sledgehammer of crushing amorality.wedged between death, i have one choice. | 2018-03-23 23:07:24 |
| aether | avoid the drowning of problems. | 2018-03-23 23:00:58 |
| aether | parents are murderfecal matter in your bratwurstno one can spell a lotbut then again who gives a damn.consensus reality is a myth. the establishment is driven by greed. truth always triumphs. love is the ultimate. ♥♥♥♥ you rhymes with haiku. | 2018-03-21 16:38:10 |
| aether | revelatory moments of superlative consciousness. | 2018-03-18 22:56:48 |
| aether | something innately positive is hard to write. guess i'm bogged down. | 2018-03-13 23:43:43 |
| aether | not even real.A GNOME INSIDE A TREEHOUSE.A DESERTER ON THE HIGH PLAINS OF SMOKED REALITY. grieving for the dead simulacrum. a 25 year old virgin dying of his own ill baked plans, a kamikaze missile headed for central downtown dreamtown because this illusion is slowly breaking down the toxic traits barrier to my movement. wake up, fall asleep, dream. my life takes place in dreams. no longer sanguine because there's nothing to be upset about. guess i've got more problems to chew through within myself. a bonfire to burn myself clean. | 2018-03-07 00:04:29 |
| aether | something in me bestowed the beauty of the quiet and also the beauty of the noise. both are valid. | 2018-03-05 21:08:24 |
| aether | ENDLESSTIS ALL ENDLESS. | 2018-03-03 01:13:57 |
| aether | Is Dexter ill, Is Dexter ill, Is Dexter illIs Dexter ill today, Mr Kirk, Dexter's in schoolI'm afraid he's not, Miss FishborneDexter's truancy problem is way out of handThe Baltimore County school board have decided to expelDexter from the entire public school systemOh Mr Kirk, I'm as upset as you to learn of Dexter's truancyBut surely, expulsion is not the answer!I'm afraid expulsion is the only answerIt's the opinion of the entire staff that Dexter is criminally insane | 2018-03-03 01:10:18 |
| aether | COMPRESS EIGHT HOURS OF TIME DOWN INTO TWO MINUTES. | 2018-03-03 00:59:08 |
| aether | forget the inane ♥♥♥♥take a look at this ♥♥♥♥... [opens chest to reveal infinite potentialities and the reasons for suffering, all ensconced in agape.] | 2018-02-23 23:54:55 |
| aether | som typa SPIRITual Lookin ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ | 2018-02-23 23:40:08 |
| aether | supermassive blackhole | 2018-02-23 23:33:34 |
| Tarkorotsu | I am a God but in mortal form. I just need followers. | 2018-02-20 19:34:38 |
| aether | narcissistic ego implosion. | 2018-02-19 18:52:36 |
| aether | that's actually a gud album. | 2018-02-15 10:17:03 |
| Tarkorotsu | You sir need a drink and a woman to cuddle with while listening to Dark Side of the Moon. | 2018-02-15 01:43:56 |
| aether | hey i'm ok.ALLLLLLLRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT. | 2018-02-12 23:00:04 |
| aether | i'm going the distance, i'm going for speed. | 2018-02-10 23:04:16 |
| Tarkorotsu | This is like a reddit forum for just one man by himself | 2018-02-10 16:40:01 |
| aether | CRUMPLED UP INTO A LITTLE BALL AS A RESPONSE TO LIFE. HOW VERY CRUSHING. | 2018-02-10 00:32:03 |
| aether | i hate being the same. change is highly valued. | 2018-02-09 23:33:57 |
| aether | i should live and breathe the beauty again. starting anew and with renewed vigor, make every day count. sending out the endless fingers, the arms, the hands, my mind, send it all out to collect and rejuvinate, grab what i hold dear and bask in the warmth of each before noon sun. perhaps i should hold hope in my bosom again as i gaze up at the sky with renewed wonder. drop this old despising glazed feelings like a snake skin or cicada skeleton. fly into the day before each and every oddly located lunar position. can i feel genuinely good again, or is it a predicament of my condition to be torn inbetween malaise to sadness to mild notes of darkness with apathetic tone. | 2018-02-09 23:25:40 |
| aether | dim light. computer night, bright light. dreams. strange going ons inbetweens the waking and what appears to be sleep. wake up, strangely content. wake up, strangely happy. wake up, strangely strong. strong in the morning, weak at midday. hard to fathom. hard to remember. draw my strength, out of a deep well. old soul. slow spinning energy. soul's wisdom and power. forever spinning. inside, deep within, hold myself, listen to myself, feel myself, go within. stare at the depths. fold my arms. rest knowing. all's well except for my perception of this life here. rather disconcordant. but that's alright because i can dream again tonight. and i can make real attempts at getting better. i can finally choose to live one step forward each day instead of what seems like near-constant sabotage from my strange actions that i willingly do not guide. perhaps each day, when i wake, i should maintain that energy throughout the day, like i did, when i was a teenager. | 2018-02-09 23:19:01 |
| aether | c a n i m a k e a n o t h e r g o of it yeah. some kinds of heavy disassocative freewriting makes my head hurt. | 2018-02-09 23:10:13 |
| aether | get smacked by a comment. gettin' smacked by a passerby. shipwrecked on planet earth. here i am to smoke the air, drink water, and inject vegetables. dastardly doing pushups and grabbing the sane approach and not wasting any time. or perhaps a little. i want blood guts and glory, i want suffering to end, i want adventure, i want riotous catharsis as i fully realize the love within or the amazing tree rings sporting from this trunk. dying just a little bit each time i fail, falling on myself, no longer in tears these years. recovering and making one last go of the only option presented before me so it seems. | 2018-02-09 23:04:58 |
| aether | eyes slipping off like grapes. saucer pan eggs falling from the holes. detritus of my braindetritus of my brain.detritus. turmoil. sand, dust. rot. powder. keg. fortunate. asterisk.rock, bludgeoned into my skull. to end the mismanner of speech and thought coming in at awkward timing and spacing. there's a black cloud, and it's pullin' me down~ pullin' me down~. death no longer welcome in my circle, the circle of my mind's mild mannered sanity attempting gross misqualification for standardized speech. ♥♥♥♥ the standard, ♥♥♥♥ the normal, ♥♥♥♥ the mundane. banner standard shoved into my torso and twisted to rightfully proclaim a new nice day, but sadly i hate the morning. | 2018-02-09 22:59:28 |
| aether | tense wire split my mind open with these vibes. | 2018-02-09 22:52:13 |
| aether | man from earth reluctantly continues existence. more at 11. | 2018-02-09 21:29:50 |
| aether | life goal: learn to cope with just sitting here. | 2018-02-09 17:50:11 |
| aether | i want to be perfected. | 2018-02-08 00:43:07 |
| aether | meat beings with shiny eyes and glistening desire with a destiny for love. | 2018-02-08 00:02:24 |
| aether | games are for heathens. | 2018-02-07 23:53:22 |
| aether | the great humongus ruler of the wastesstand tall and proudlift those skinny fists to heavenand screamfor there is battle upon this day. | 2018-02-06 15:06:18 |
| aether | the elements of life: what happens, and your reaction to it. - paraphrasing viktor frankl | 2018-02-06 01:06:59 |
| aether | life, the struggle, the fittest, the biggest, the emptiest, the crossiest, the dodgiest, the pontificaticiousiest. let life not be a dark tunnel with a murky puddle at the end with hard rock and nowhere left to dig. find ur true calling. or simply be, but never stress to death over what's rather simple. | 2018-02-06 01:05:35 |
| aether | earth ain't that bad. 'cept when ur dyin'. better git' busy livin'. | 2018-02-06 00:59:30 |
| aether | dead space. enervated. | 2018-02-06 00:56:59 |
| aether | typing with a slack jaw and no idea what to do. I HAVE NO DUTY THEREFORE I MUST SPAM. [robotically shifts forward with each step an additional blot on to this fragmented mind twister space filled with thought] | 2018-02-06 00:52:29 |
| aether | toxic brain thoughts not quite a battlefield but mostly- j-j-j-j-j-just get stuck in.G-G-G-G-G-G-G-G-G-G-G-GET STUCK IN. | 2018-02-06 00:42:22 |
| aether | unceasing beauty. | 2018-02-04 22:34:16 |
| aether | DO YOU KNOW WHAT'S IT LIKE TO BE AN OLD SOUL?no i dont know. | 2018-02-04 22:30:36 |
| aether | the clock tolls one second onward. maybe i should just describe my mood instead of through an elaborate metaphor or seemingly distant statement. i'm bored. time to get a jab. | 2018-02-01 21:40:38 |
| aether | rampage in limited supply, get yours now! | 2018-01-30 01:23:14 |
| aether | insane membrane membraner | 2018-01-30 00:40:23 |
| aether | i have a confession to make.i think girls are... cute. AGJHMNMJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJFGNHDFDFSDFSSDF | 2018-01-30 00:22:51 |
| aether | PILEDRIVE THAT STRESS. INUNDATE 'TILL MY BLOOD RUNS NUMB, COLD CHILL DOWN THE BACK OF MY SPINE AS I FIGHT TO INNERVATE AND DEPLOY ALL MY ENERGY. DREAMS DREAMS DREAM DREAM DREAMING OF ME.quickly ramping bounding and hopping far away into the sunset. living like an accordion pulled from one thing to another. stress in my bones. scaredy-cat afraid to see its own shadow. too warm because the weather is ridiculously influenced by global warming LAOEL. hard to punch forward. hard to just be, and relax. but my steady slide, into disappearing muscles and decreasing oxygenability, as i lounge, eat, masturbate, and go back to more sleep. fending off unwanted thoughts and silly notions. | 2018-01-29 23:39:11 |
| aether | yoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo.here i am. | 2018-01-29 23:24:03 |
| aether | sounds reminiscent of what you can't define in the back of your mind. | 2018-01-29 01:05:50 |
| aether | sawtoothed smile and wink. | 2018-01-29 00:26:44 |
| aether | ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥god so much paralyzing fear. once you realize life can go really wrong, you're afraid of it happening again. i guess it's just a matter of being fearless again. | 2018-01-29 00:13:09 |
| aether | it doesn't take a lot to get hit in the head. you just kind of are there. and then there's pain. goofy cartoon pain. that's oh so real with real consequences. but after the first few punches it doesn't matter because as far as you're concerned you're a cartoon character getting beaten and it doesn't feel good but that thought doesn't really cross your mind sometimes. | 2018-01-29 00:01:50 |
| aether | flowerpower. disgruntled moan.peak performance of a disreputable drone. resist the urge.to dog and hate. copy and paste. no fate. only possibilities.fond and drawn to a specific sequence of colouring the dripwarecase point it's a spittaste fuel and bait the hate endless dispair is a lie it's one way ticket to a place finally dryof your tears.draw and quarter maim and doddle save your breath it's negative entropy at its best. send and receive. pocket and your sleeve. don't do what they say on the box or do. nonstarter.can't be asked to find one who doesn't date those that darter. away. because it's a pizza pie baked with loveeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee and whole grain okay.climbing that hill climbing that hill climbing that hill climbing that hill. pulling myself out of the muck and rolling my toes on the next rock. taps say to change direction i send myself my regards because i'm about to hit the hay and leave sleep for another day. | 2018-01-28 23:58:30 |
| aether | chckchckchckchckcchckchcckchckckhckhkchkckhckh monopoly piece.grandfather. family.lost in the mooze ooze flooze flow moves dodges acts divine at all turpentine no message definite disparity between truth and loneliness.I'm a lonely hat without a head. if only someone would wear what makes them look not too shabby. can't leave this one alone i've got too many intuitive thoughts abounding in my gut. | 2018-01-28 23:58:28 |
| aether | Are you lost, because I appear to be less lost than the others. Protip: Humans can't go off the map if you're destined to remain here. You chose to be here, now you gotta stay. hissing noise.dust.steam.rattling.birds calling.dust. Steam. Rattling. Birds calling. love dwells in everybody's heart, it's quite strange. yes, even murderers. stolid realization.perfect storm. dull blue uniform. dazey life on the beach rocks. free writormortis. repetitive voice. can i survive this rocket attack of avalanching emotions propelling to this endless fear of tremendous holocausting events in my life. the great fires of my life. the burning. and the pain. FACE THE FEAR OR IT WON'T END. | 2018-01-28 23:46:53 |
| aether | Dream demon sitting on my chest having a snack while I can't escape. Wake up totally dead energied. Lost in motion, sight obscure. Can a square become more than it really is? Can a human travel off a map? Does a timebomb tick backwards? Do you know the total numbers of Pi if it can be put into a circle and look finite? Does a hand turned upside down represent the function of confusion and totality that I am more than myself? Am I a being crammed into a square. Does love have a name. Is the goal love. Is my memoir about love. Do things love their way into mathematical frames of reference to exist on a planet called Earth. Does my name spelled backwards really say yelnats. | 2018-01-28 23:41:12 |
| aether | Notification for your assignment: Paper is to be printed on memetic graph paper with extra wavey lines for added flair. Dream within a dream. Consciousness erupting. Wake up into several different levels. Can't escape. Dog kills you with its aphoid tongue. Next turn, guts explode because you ate the third dimension. Lamb spews forth. I'm a llama. Bailar rumba. Llamas don't sell for as much as beef but are more adaptable. Infinitetude, trapped within a horizontally motivated body, it's ingenius. Crank your soul level up? Put something into limitation itself. Or maybe I just like being this thing with hands. Hurts to write so good. Fact check, did the eye survey the land with an eyebrow or was it a nevermind lost-The constant pressure of living under the microscope. Yet it's probably me who's so self-concerned. Introspection good but not to extremes? Can I turn it up higher and see what really lies within? | 2018-01-28 23:35:55 |
| aether | writing is rly boring liek omg u just sit there and PUT PENCIL TO PAPER BABY YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH wow i'm ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ enthused.wait what does he mean does he like writing or does he hate it well guess what I LOVE ITTAP TAP TAP TAP.tark is right. they're all right. the voices in my head. oh my god. Oh my god. [typing cuts off.]epic they'll love that ok what next i'm really a parallelogram. perfect in all ways. nothing can beat a parallelogram, unless you're a 30 dimensional sided TRAPEKANESISOROMBULOIDALANODIAPHRAMOUSIELAMO thing anyway i didn't eat too much today.sort've. | 2018-01-28 23:28:40 |
| aether | space station. grey. inky black. metallic colours. rapple cord. choppy radio. red emblem. bags of water. floating twirling lost in the sunlight solar radiation slowly moving the station solar wind fear. fear of break-in. ET phones ur home says PREPARE TO BE BOARDED.i don't know why i think of my house getting broken into so much but the same worry happened to my mom and then boom. it was broken into. so i'm trying to embrace this fear and let it go. | 2018-01-28 23:20:05 |
| aether | and y'know it's not the worst thing. somehow i'm capable of romanticizing the worst experiences. it's funny how we spirits torture ourselves on this planet, with all these experiences. this death. i think it's better if we conclude it makes a good story. because, somehow, learning is great, but what's it all really about? it should be a good story, it should coincide with the real purpose of the universe. which i don't frankly know but hey. I love learning but I feel this should be more than what I am. hm. idk. it's some typa thing. ain't it. but i'm ok i'm ok i'm ok i'm ok i'm ok i'm ok i'm ok i'm ok i'm awwwwwwwwwwwright. | 2018-01-28 23:14:24 |
| aether | i think i care too much about what people think. perhaps i should live a little. | 2018-01-28 23:10:44 |
| aether | the scaredy-cat mentality with which i carry myself because in the end i still have a lot to grow and develop. and i think the majority of people in a fantastic episode of horrific depression or tiredness forget all about self-improvement, but i don't cuz i spent five years researching what da universe about so basically i got my ace card. spiritually woke and now i just ride out this storm of bipolar and get a job and maintain maintain maintain and move past all this. | 2018-01-28 23:10:07 |
| aether | on several treadmills, but i don't see any feet. attempting to play keep-uppy with myself to maintain illusory appearances, fictitious statements, ghostly apparitions of a self that no longer coincides with the majority of how i feel. sanguine sanguine sanguine sanguine sanguine. nothing matters because it's all made of love, which is a bad way to word it but i'm in a dark silly mood cuz i get tired of waking up to the same life over and over. but it's okay because it always gets better after it's somewhat way worse. and i can breathe it all out and say it was worth the pain, the torment, the pensive waiting, | 2018-01-28 23:10:05 |
| aether | the gargoyles wake 30 minutes after your rest when the reality creeps in hard enough to fermentate and solidify, resting in your steady awareness that you once again are here and not in dream fugue. and then maybe you can attempt sleep again, or eat, or stare at a funny video that releases the ennui through social pleasure that others are making it through their suffering with you. or perhaps you can slap yourself several times and convulse as you utter repetitive phrases while you stare upward at the ceiling drawing erratic breath in an attempt to grab hold of this gelatinous structure we call reality. | 2018-01-28 23:02:35 |
| aether | SKELETON RIDING A DEAD HORSE SURROUNDED BY BRAMBLE. | 2018-01-28 22:56:59 |
| aether | fat ♥♥♥♥ that deserves run through a minefield.9 interesting ways to lose weight:fighting someone with a sharp swordfalling off a ship in the arcticliving in zimbabwemagically getting the power inside to go out and finally stop stuffing your faceyou hop on your water heater as it explodes through the roof and the ensuing ride tears most of your flesh off.being penniless haha jk cheap food is rly fattening ^_^ liek kimochi ma dood ok this sentence should be deleted.the simple deterioration process of my dead carcass as i attempted to find love in a forlorn world R.I.P. X_Xno that one doesn't count.152mm artillery from a soviet tank hahah im obsessed with video games realy fast way to lose weight guizeor like a molotov burning ur skin!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!fire of a thousand suns!!!!!! god i feel sorry for dead soldiers reading this ♥♥♥♥ hahah ok moving on.HOW ABOUT STRICT DISCIPLINE THAT'S REALLY A FASCINATING APPROACH ok signing off. | 2018-01-28 22:52:43 |
| aether | DNA DOWNLOAD DNA UPGRADE CHAKRA MEDITATION CHAKRA ALIGNMENT BUZZING IN EARS HIGHER SOURCE INFINITE EXPRESSION WITH 26 LETTERS? EARTH SCHOOOOLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL | 2018-01-28 22:05:31 |
| aether | my day today consisted of: youtube and overeating. | 2018-01-28 19:36:06 |
| aether | what is this strange murky hell that i've submerged myself in yet again. oh to be without physical activity and living for another day. | 2018-01-28 19:30:11 |
| aether | INSANE INSANEMAN | 2018-01-28 19:13:54 |
| aether | now selling, free mopes. | 2018-01-28 19:09:02 |
| aether | oi m8 ill smak u in the gabba | 2018-01-28 18:37:19 |
| Tarkorotsu | When one looks upon this page years later, they will cite it as a classic example of Spam at its finest. | 2018-01-28 18:31:17 |
| aether | there ain't a thing here. aint a darn thing. [falls down the slope of pointless depressionistic sayings watching them sliiiiiiide into the pit mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm] oh my. | 2018-01-27 22:11:32 |
| aether | drinking is a good way to end up dead when you have my problems. | 2018-01-27 00:11:20 |
| Tarkorotsu | These comments are what happens when someone does not drink enough. | 2018-01-27 00:00:23 |
| aether | regular ol' dog day. | 2018-01-26 16:49:28 |
| aether | 4 CUPS OF JAVA LATER | 2018-01-26 12:09:50 |
| aether | vapid vapid vapid vapid vapid vapid caffeine.caffeine makes me vapid. | 2018-01-25 17:22:51 |
| aether | pattern recognition | 2018-01-23 21:11:12 |
| aether | comfortable with disaster, or so you'd think. | 2018-01-22 23:48:45 |
| aether | in love with all the universe. | 2018-01-22 01:30:01 |
| aether | hypnagogic gap | 2018-01-21 23:32:40 |
| aether | i'm infinite | 2018-01-21 23:30:09 |
| aether | WIRES COMING OUT OF MY CORNEAS. | 2018-01-21 23:26:44 |
| aether | MERGING WITH THE MACHINE. | 2018-01-21 23:26:26 |
| aether | laaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa laaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa laaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa | 2018-01-21 23:10:55 |
| aether | BEEN HERE BEFORE, BEEN HERE FOREVER. | 2018-01-21 04:16:14 |
| aether | burn the candles out. | 2018-01-21 03:58:55 |
| aether | burn it all burn it all burn it all.burn it all burn it all burn it all burn it all burn it all burn it all burn it all burn it all burn it all burn it all burn it all burn it all burn it all burn it all burn it all burn it all burn it all. | 2018-01-21 03:11:10 |
| aether | drugs are ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ stupid and that includes coffee and alcohol go ♥♥♥♥ yourselves. | 2018-01-21 02:59:46 |
| aether | dispair and insane adrenaline, surging forces within. | 2018-01-21 01:04:46 |
| Pieman | YOU'VE BeeN HIT BY THE|^^^^^^^^^^^^||DONG TRUCK | '|""";.., ___.|_..._...______===|= _|__|..., ] |"(@ )'(@ )""""*|(@ )(@ )*****(@ONCE YOU'VE BEEN HIT, YOU HAVE TO HIT 8 PEOPLE! IF YOU GET HIT AGAIN YOU'LL KNO YOUR REALLI A DODONGO! IF YOU BRAKE THE cHAIN, YOULL BE CURSED WITH UN*DONGINESS FOR 10 YEARS SO PASS IT HIT WHO EVER YOU THINK IS A DODONGO | 2018-01-20 20:51:23 |
| aether | I see perfection, hold the tide backCall my nameEmpty receiving station. Recording of a recording. Analogue tape. Simple manuever. Inky depths. Endless. Finite concerns fading. Dot on the wall says hello. Inside out and inside in. Everyone connected but no one the same? Human understanding system failure. Story of the contrived. Underlying emotion: confidence. | 2018-01-18 08:53:52 |
| aether | bla bla bla, mr. freeman. | 2018-01-17 23:36:45 |
| aether | insanity insanity insanity insanity insanity insanity insanity insanity insanity insanity insanity insanity insnanity insnanity insanity insanity insanity insanity insanity insanity insanity insanity insanity insanity insanity insanity insanity insanity insanity insanity insanity insanity insanity insanity insanity insanity insanity insanity insanity insanity insanity insanity insanity insanity insanity insanity insanity insanity insanity | 2018-01-16 13:27:12 |
| aether | a rip roaring ride to plainstown. the subject matter i'm interested in sum totals to barely anything except what's coherently in my sphere of pathetic escapism leading to somewhat sane goals given the circumstances. | 2018-01-16 01:24:56 |
| aether | a double-axe, blades in two directions, to make combat upon every opposing fighter, because you haven't the time for fear in a brawl as you're a beserker. | 2018-01-16 01:21:15 |
| aether | but self-examination is phony. or maybe i'm just ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ brittle. maybe i make too many assumptions. maybe this approach to a writing topic is sappy and arrogant. arrogant. anger, anger is a loss. but it feels good. it shouldn't, suppose i should call it something else. zealousy. fuelled by insignificant details spurring a rage on slo-mo. a train going 20 mph impeding traffic. | 2018-01-16 01:18:04 |
| aether | maybe i'm too hard on myself. but i fail easily in many respects. | 2018-01-16 01:13:53 |
| aether | other people in my mind reinforcing the anti-self coalition. raising forces against my vestiges of being who need rooted out. are we even friendly forces, or are we firing on our own. my brain versus my self. an endless quest for self-improvement at a loss for details. | 2018-01-16 01:13:27 |
| aether | trees falling, timberrocks colliding, atomic configurations blasting igneous metamorphicinvasion, lethargic. pointless talk. no love here. dying slowly. batteries low, don't care that much. always on fire with hidden energy ready to surge back, maybe. maybe at my lowest none. martial discipline radiating through my brain. avoid the caffeine but it makes a good day. a good but fake day, one in which i couldn't perform something under my own power.a loss of mind. a simple inner diatribe. the constant noise of other peoples' verbalized thoughts resoundingly grating but i'm not very penetrable. | 2018-01-16 01:12:07 |
| aether | more death dreams please. | 2018-01-16 00:54:49 |
| aether | anesthetized by food. | 2018-01-16 00:54:38 |
| aether | Push the tempo. | 2018-01-15 15:43:44 |
| aether | aphid dogs eating your body and face in with their insect tongue mmmm i love my dreams. | 2018-01-15 14:34:32 |
| aether | hazey filled daydream | 2018-01-14 23:52:04 |
| aether | thoughts | 2018-01-14 23:48:55 |
| aether | my heart goes doki doki. | 2018-01-12 23:01:24 |
| aether | meteoric sunfilled euphoria circumscribing the events relative to your dreams. | 2018-01-12 22:38:39 |
| aether | survival in the fantasy. | 2018-01-12 21:59:11 |
| aether | AWAKENED. | 2018-01-12 21:38:01 |
| aether | SLEEPER. | 2018-01-12 21:37:57 |
| aether | WOKE. | 2018-01-12 21:37:54 |
| aether | TAKE OUT THE TRASH SON. | 2018-01-12 21:26:10 |
| aether | letting go | 2018-01-10 13:43:40 |
| aether | i'm in heaven. | 2018-01-08 21:01:11 |
| aether | i love everyone. | 2018-01-08 00:53:36 |
| aether | Killer comfort zone. | 2018-01-08 00:20:48 |
| aether | all encompassing silence. | 2018-01-08 00:14:30 |
| aether | it's a beautiful sun filled sky. | 2018-01-07 11:03:22 |
| aether | https://youtu.be/fAgoN4VjY7U | 2018-01-06 00:50:46 |
| aether | limited only in opinion of yourself. | 2018-01-06 00:36:40 |
| aether | i believe in the potency of my dreams. | 2018-01-05 00:30:25 |
| aether | you can't penetrate this dream fortess. 'tis the folly of man to assume the outward will affect the inward lest we all break into pieces. | 2018-01-01 00:20:22 |
| aether | my only source of comfort and joy is people, otherwise everything else i lose interest in almost. | 2017-12-31 22:32:01 |
| Tarkorotsu | ACHTUNG! READ THE COMMENT BEFORE YOUR POST IN DETAIL. | 2017-12-31 21:54:43 |
| aether | can't have sex nub. need surgery first and i've been procrasinating. | 2017-12-31 21:53:43 |
| Tarkorotsu | Ignoring that, just be happy, bang or get banged by a dude or gal and just enjoy life. | 2017-12-31 21:51:33 |
| Tarkorotsu | The kind of stuff you see a tentacle monster shoot into a helple- | 2017-12-31 21:50:54 |
| Tarkorotsu | Not the type that shoots bullets but rather something else. | 2017-12-31 21:50:17 |
| Tarkorotsu | Happiness is a warm gun in someone's mouth. | 2017-12-31 21:49:39 |
| aether | FIND MEANING IN YOUR LIFE. | 2017-12-31 15:39:16 |
| aether | don't care about anyyyythiiiiingggg. | 2017-12-31 15:27:18 |
| aether | dream succubus here to suck out yo energy so you dont do something stupid kkthxbai =) | 2017-12-31 10:50:48 |
| aether | are we sympatico. | 2017-12-31 01:01:24 |
| aether | i know everything i just forgot it all. | 2017-12-31 01:00:19 |
| aether | [blood curdling yell of a norse axeman] | 2017-12-31 00:59:19 |
| aether | MAYBE IF I TYPE LOUD ENOUGH THEY'LL LIKE ME. | 2017-12-31 00:57:14 |
| aether | for a minute theeere, i lost myself x20312030213210434921491239242195124921941293219321392193129312932193123123123 HIT THE REPETITION if you ain't relistenin' to the same damn ol' song all your life then ya ain't livin' amirite or amirite, amirite, BING muh name's ned ryerson. | 2017-12-31 00:57:05 |
| aether | god i ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ feel good. | 2017-12-31 00:53:35 |
| aether | CAN'T EXTRACT ENOUGH JOY OUT OF HUMAN INTERACTIONSWARNING SYSTEM CRITICALFLAME RETARDANT EJECTINGWARNING NO COOLANT AVAILABLEWARNING | 2017-12-31 00:52:43 |
| aether | destroy destroy my mind screams destroy. | 2017-12-31 00:27:39 |
| aether | can't get out of the things i dislike about myself. self-acceptance is the route? but i swear the searing heat of the vessel will rectify these ill seeming perpetuities. | 2017-12-31 00:26:28 |
| aether | FEAR IS AN ILLUSION. | 2017-12-30 23:51:47 |
| aether | insane beauty | 2017-12-30 23:23:09 |
| aether | 8 bits are enough for me, this is not where i should be. my life is more than information, i want a life beyond emulation. | 2017-12-30 19:31:24 |
| Tarkorotsu | All for one and one for all. | 2017-12-30 18:39:39 |
| Tarkorotsu | Thus I shall descend. | 2017-12-30 18:39:25 |
| Tarkorotsu | Through the velvet covered passage way of heaven. | 2017-12-30 18:39:11 |
| Tarkorotsu | It was the only path to enlightenment. | 2017-12-30 18:38:57 |
| Tarkorotsu | That a MILF was needed to ease my pain and suffering. | 2017-12-30 18:38:39 |
| Tarkorotsu | Yet it was then I realized that Apollo was right all along. | 2017-12-30 18:38:24 |
| aether | the sadness and the lack is real, but i push on. | 2017-12-29 22:20:54 |
| aether | fever pitched dreams off the left eye. | 2017-12-29 22:14:29 |
| aether | i'll probably see that movie like, in ten years when it finally goes to SuperFlix or whatever. | 2017-12-29 15:29:05 |
| Tarkorotsu | Or is he important? | 2017-12-29 13:09:40 |
| Tarkorotsu | I will give you a hint; someone important dies. | 2017-12-29 13:09:31 |
| Tarkorotsu | Do you want to hear a spoiler for the Last Jedi? | 2017-12-29 13:09:06 |
| Tarkorotsu | I keep an eye on what happens :P | 2017-12-29 13:08:47 |
| Tarkorotsu | Especially as her children are about my age but still she looks fantastic. | 2017-12-29 13:08:30 |
| Tarkorotsu | That and how will dating a 44 year old woman work out? | 2017-12-29 13:08:04 |
| Tarkorotsu | Sure but I have been asking myself an important question; do I like Daft Punk now despite being raised as a believer in Classic Rock? | 2017-12-29 13:07:34 |
| aether | but i got this funny feeling everything will work out ♫ | 2017-12-29 02:08:43 |
| aether | negativity kills right? but negativity can't be a basis for things because it is movement and desire also. say you desire nothing, then you also don't desire suicide. if you desire nothing, but your body still continues to live, then you don't hate life so much that you have a heart attack, and that's kind of a literal health reality. human life isn't enough of a broadstroke to really get a good chunk of a view to absolutely nail this all down but love is definitely everything, including itself energy, the raison d'etre, and the magnificent purpose enigma that i'm sure is cloaked from us by the spirit realm. | 2017-12-29 01:59:27 |
| aether | if humans didn't love, they'd have no motivation to survive whatsoever, and that's if you really encapsulate the word love to mean what we like/want/desire/enjoy, which i feel are probably somehow just a mild form of love, a lower vibration. obviously. anyway. it's hard to imagine a species that would thrive if it was just operating as a robot, but it wouldn't be possible, because all energy must be from the love vibration, love would be the most basic movement because it's enjoyment itself to move or be, to exist is the force itself, and it happens to have energy because it's positive. | 2017-12-29 01:59:25 |
| aether | love binds familial groups together. love causes people to do stuff. a rock is a rock i think because it would choose to be, which is animism but maybe there's nothing wrong with that way of thinking, that line of thinking, because really they say everything is conscious to certain degrees. people relate the brain to a computer etc etc yeah i know retrodding common ground, but its components are based off matter that moves, and all matter can move. thoughts have their own kind of movement. thoughts flow, the mind's train of thought. awareness is probably fundamental to things other than brains, because a rock surely responds when you tap on it, it's just a very dull answer and almost immediate. we're aware of being tapped on ourselves by rocks, so we share a similitude. | 2017-12-29 01:50:39 |
| aether | and i don't just mean romantic love, it's everything. lifeforce itself emenates with energy that is reminiscent of the feeling of love. every sensation can be enjoyed, all can be reveled, but can you hate everything? i don't think hate is a complete emotion. you hate something because you love something else, so it relies on the ultimate answer, love, to be relevant. | 2017-12-29 01:46:05 |
| aether | but what's it really all about anyway. on my quest for knowledge i have surmised that the answer is hidden behind the emotion, and word, Love. it connects everything together and is the lifeforce, it's the biggest clue, the great big piece of the puzzle. No one does anything without love, all actions are motivated ultimately no matter how loosely to love, the end result. sounds schmaltzy but do you wake up because you don't love something? no you get up because there's something at least one thing you want to do. or you love sleeping and you sleep. it's just become obvious to me now that it really is the raison d'etre, the final enigma. | 2017-12-29 01:46:04 |
| aether | queue a sad tune, and it's all the same all over again. similar emotions washing up on the shore of negative mentality that i hold. but it's okay because i got real zest for life now. a peaceful heart and a broad happy attitude. just some hiccups in the mix. | 2017-12-29 01:40:44 |
| aether | this is my personal journal page btw. :-} pardner | 2017-12-29 01:37:51 |
| aether | how many bipolar episodes have i had, let's see. i've had... 5? i don't have to count tonight but that's about the number. each one has grown me as a person by a lot. i don't get angry at small things. i don't take my worries too seriously but i still obsess over them. mostly to do with the future, i'm a 25 year old still stuck at home with 39 credits at a community college. bipolar really sets your life back if you get psychotic episodes, if you don't know. somber topic but the truth is always more important. as far as being crazy i have a really firm grip on what sounds weird and what doesn't and also my manner of speech obviously is all over the place at times but that's because i'm really bored with typical conversation and the way things normally go, so i like to act strange and formulate new ways of saying things. which just points back to existential dread anyway because there's like what, 26 letters in the alphabet? ANYWAY. | 2017-12-29 01:36:22 |
| aether | idk man, yeah i got issues, i am a people pleaser to a certain extent. formerly acknowledged and going away i guess. this is boring tho idk what should i write about and no this isn't really followable i'm aware of that. freewriting is for the benefit of the person, some of it can be really beautiful but alas trying to make it legible is a task and freewriting is free for a reason. mmmmm feeels good. | 2017-12-29 01:28:46 |
| aether | modern life is interesting and i think we're doing the best we can do. a lot of fire can be silly though because it doesn't go anywhere and you hit massive roadblocks. kind of like the "YES WE CAN" campaign, sounds great but y'know, life requires real work and whatnot and progress is slow in some respects and fast in others. ok that's basic now let's dive down around for the real meaty point lol what a manchild etc. | 2017-12-29 01:26:15 |
| aether | blogs are for sky children lol ♥♥♥♥ the sky people.woah that's cute :^]. man i am so cool. hey woah don't be so deprecative rampage you're going to SUBSCEND INTO RETROACTIVE POST-IRONY SELF-IMMOLATION or self-hate idk leave me alone. wonder what people are thinking of this. "like woah is he retarded" ok i wrote those thoughts down.anyway ♥♥♥♥ the system rite. hey that's a thing, let's do a treatise on the current state of affairs. | 2017-12-29 01:25:04 |
| aether | now what, see, writer's block. it's just emotion in the way. lack of content is really just not tapping in. you got ♥♥♥♥ to write about but you're like meh they won't like it. i got de emotional issues with others accepting me. i place too much value on acceptance but i think it's moderately important that you don't cross lines and be an asshat. however it's left me a bit tied up. i got those emotional boundaries from being my true self because i've always been a servient servile person. good to be nice but hey that's that. no one wants to have their lips zipped for too long. | 2017-12-29 01:22:02 |
| aether | what is writer's block anyway the fact is you just need to not care and type whatever comes to mind so the main point is that the whole thing involves just not giving a ♥♥♥♥ lol like woah that's interesting anyway day drawls on like a slow accent. writer's block is really about perfectionism perhaps in some instances and others you're really just not supposed to write cuz ur soul's highest intention is like nah m8 try it later amirite.so i'm sitting here typing 120WPM lol showoff anyway like dude what's with politics anyway, or machining, or complicated circuit boards yeah okay so company of heroes that's a good game like dude okay. | 2017-12-29 01:22:00 |
| aether | paltry statements at 12 PMi've really done this time my mind blares sleep but it's actually quite quiet and no it isn't all over but... no, stop. sh and shut up, go to ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ damn route the enemy pile the sticks light the fire none of these actions are relevant i'm here living with a tooth ache and an 8 on my keyboard, ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ hell man all these days i spend relating when i don't really relate. i'm not dead i just got sensibilities now. and they aren't really the same. i'm even contrarian which is a bit stupid, but perhaps it's zen-like balance. ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ i still hold the childhood sentiment that cursing is too much. and it hurts. but maybe one day i'll say it appropriately. sad. i think i pander to my audience too which is OK in only a few regards. or zero, because true creativity doesn't always look at mirrors, right. this insane brain of mine got track and it's a thin one. won't be so bad, but that's a given. | 2017-12-29 01:11:32 |
| aether | the tires burn, the flesh roasts and the screams pierce, ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ graphic material in my brain that rises to the thoughts first but lacks the suitable demeanor. my tires burn, and my life will be ruined if i don't stop taking meaningless chances. i'm an anxious wreck in disguise yet the rounds have stopped going off and it smolders steadily calming down and soon reclaimable because the chassis is worth it. there's no point in doing what i do but that's a lie and soon to be demolished because truth is necessary and hope isn't clinged to, it's lived. | 2017-12-29 01:05:52 |
| aether | if only i could brush my teeth. i think i'll enjoy not having a few sessions when this is all done. | 2017-12-29 01:02:57 |
| aether | i need to sleep but these last two minutes i scream into silence forthcoming hopefully the sounds that make noise/ no is it sense no, it's just... it has to be understanding silence comes because i can't ruin my life staying awake.the moon is out the time draws near i'm left with no self-esteem because i'm quite queer. ♥♥♥♥ your mother and your father and your daughter boy would i like to have a daughter for some reason. i don't know why, here's it to you for being such a cute lie. appreciate nothing some say but that's okay because everything's ♥♥♥♥ anyway or is this some meta-narrative of negativity that spreads to sour down the light which we look in. | 2017-12-29 01:01:29 |
| aether | deletion goes hardcore, the poetry leaves the station at the drop of the hat because i accidentally combo'd some keys and the hardwork lightly crossing my fingertips is perhaps keylogged but mostly gone. am i afraid to keep typing no because i'm not bothered by simple things got a few things straight cuz i already dealt with the worst that you can contemplate. haha not really but sure there's a couple that hurt and more or less everyday is an endless struggle but that's fine no it's fine. the end is sight this life is but a couple minutes and on the other side i make my amends and boil through to the true life the neverending bliss that surpasses all understanding. | 2017-12-29 00:58:00 |
| aether | it's a decent brawl we're waging, my neurons they're deprecating. we're having no fun but it's alright cuz those slingers be ♥♥♥♥♥♥ wingin their troops with rockets and pellets the original rock i'm talkin ♥♥♥♥ this ain't a joke our pansies are for sale. have these flowers they'll make you smell. trying new things it's a dirty joke repetition deserves empathy but deserved empathy ruins a good route to greatness. having no qualms with the devastation or the desert of my mind bereft of decent rhyming or time. | 2017-12-29 00:48:20 |
| aether | rivets cracking, information streamingno wires burning. infinite matrix of interactivity. conceded defeat to being morose. ha-hah you think that's funny and i think it is. won't you step into my parlor and dance the dance of foreign hands. an odd sensation. we're here, yeah. we got those papers to burn and weep. but it's alright cuz you ain't seen the light. infinite abundance. and we're phoney baloney because there's no marine blue torqoise box attack attic reason d'etre i got one but i don't know what it is. it's love and i feel it, but i got no clue what that means. i'm backpedaling to retrieve a better position, retardation knows a simple name. can't end on this note so i tell you, a decent rifle grenade makes all the difference. and a hokey name goes by no other. let it slide AND ATTACK WITH NO RECOMPENSE. | 2017-12-29 00:45:45 |
| Tarkorotsu | This insane page of your life needs to be made more sane with my artistic touch. | 2017-12-28 20:00:39 |
| aether | my appropriately insane page is being pillaged, HARK | 2017-12-28 19:59:14 |
| Tarkorotsu | Rampage....I did this on purpose :P | 2017-12-28 19:57:13 |
| aether | f-f..RIK OFF???? | 2017-12-28 19:57:12 |
| Tarkorotsu | Becareful about kissing a girl with awful teeth, she may cut your lip.... | 2017-12-28 19:56:54 |
| Tarkorotsu | Recently discovered Daft Punk...Best Thing out of France after World War II? | 2017-12-28 19:56:17 |
| Tarkorotsu | Origin is down.....Dam EA. | 2017-12-28 19:55:48 |
| Tarkorotsu | When rushing for a Panzerwerfer is not worth it....:( | 2017-12-28 19:55:20 |
| Tarkorotsu | There is so much spam on here that I can make 18 sandwiches or more. | 2017-12-28 19:54:46 |
| aether | i can't be satisfied except by my dreams. | 2017-12-27 16:10:54 |
| aether | tTYPE in the BOX RAMPAGENO DON'T DO IT | 2017-12-27 15:51:51 |
| aether | GRIT YOUR TEETH AND BEAR IT. | 2017-12-27 06:34:11 |
| aether | trying to save myself but myself KEEPS SLIPPING AWAY. ♫WAH AH AHOHH | 2017-12-27 05:46:47 |
| aether | when i was 16 i wrote a note to myself and left it on my dresser that said, "Keep going"i still remember it from time to time, it was a note to my future self to show i was loved and that i should keep trying. i wrote it after i had a major depression and i got through it, and realized again that life was worth it. now I'm doing good and I'll definitely keep going. | 2017-12-27 05:43:16 |
| aether | people are cruel but they dont mean to be maybe because im a sensitive butterfly | 2017-12-27 05:22:13 |
| aether | cruel 1: disposed to inflict pain or suffering | 2017-12-27 05:16:19 |
| aether | caffeine stimulates the adrenal glands so that your body produces adrenaline, so that racy feeling you get is basically your excess adrenaline wittling your nerves down. | 2017-12-27 05:15:22 |
| aether | https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Wx3xHK2c3sg | 2017-12-27 05:08:57 |
| aether | all's quiet now, forced is the typing. hushed is the voice. ripped is my body. dumb is my willpower, lame and forsaken, jk lol who the ♥♥♥♥ reads this HAHAH got you. actually probably nobody so whatever. | 2017-12-27 03:11:30 |
| aether | don't forget to be loving, help people, and most of all remember the highest teaching of life is all inclusive unconditional love. | 2017-12-26 20:43:17 |
| aether | the crippling sensation that you are wasting your daily consciousness on a person that isn't fully you, living the mirage as the snake skin sloughs off. | 2017-12-26 20:38:40 |
| aether | everything that trangresses is locked away into infinity and your toddling years will be remembered fondly because your kickings and mulings will be the greatest source of inspiration, giving inner strength not quite because of how you changed, but also of the reserve emotion, the deep inner wells that shows all is humorous. | 2017-12-26 20:32:24 |
| aether | the annoying is banal. put yourself in the worst situation where every action you take is obliterated, the outcome always your destruction. put yourself in the sensation that everything you do will be knocked down and crumble. let yourself find what lies within when you realize that the output you give goes longer only if the input does not disrupt you into a mini-rage. i am guilty of it all but what this life has taught me is that it all doesn't matter and the only thing that will perserve your misguided attempts at control through being annoyed and maintaining such a disposition is to let it all fleet away. to let shine what you like and to become at peace with that inside that gleams eyes into the stillness? or would we call it the motion, the heart personified in open space when you look out with happiness at the world through a sun beam coming down at your head. | 2017-12-26 20:28:59 |
| aether | what maketh the typo of a free writing? is it the desire to draw outside the norm. and who cares.moving on i realize that any movement i make, like the pieces of a chess board after you approach mate is beginning to prove futile. but i'm wrong, there's so much to do, i lack the willpower or the desire. i improve my current state by meditation and focusing on the inside and letting my spirit dwell in this verse. it improves me but eventually i will need more. stimulation, action, and events. the events in my life are few. being a NEET is like living in an isolation tank. everything distills down. the emotions i have of being overly concerned are almost gone, perhaps that is why i am still here at this time. writing way too much for this page my mind sounds the alarm bell like a traitor confirming my worst doubt about myself is that i'm not worthy of self-expression or is it that i care too much about what others personally choose to see as negative or empty, void, or annoying. | 2017-12-26 20:28:57 |
| aether | influx of normal sounding soothing sounds of nonrepliant melody sinking into the mainframe that m8 scott shot the ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ powder oshnaishpo anyway depth bomb charge infinity writing laissez-faire free market capitalism infinite submerge tank inside true spectrum recalling all that was and ever to be a start with no end and an end with a multiplicitous joy. we mark the calendar with my sadness and ridiculous feelings the soul grows old and tired over this egoic mind structure that insists and persists in making trivial racket that subsumes the identity of a supposed fortuitous consistition in making chickenscratch on this wall of mine we call a steam page. | 2017-12-26 20:19:18 |
| aether | infinitesimal darkness spreading out the lackluster vista of rigor mortial repercussions of inside depth reckoning out to several thousand meters of murky water lacking the correct posture in this earthly vehicle called a human body. in teasing him i said this is a automatic writing and he replied no way then we skipped for joy. this is not a number station this is reality. | 2017-12-26 20:15:25 |
| aether | surreptitious snake-like occipital lobe penetration with maximum floozy jovial boniferous concurrent sweet lactations. | 2017-12-26 20:11:59 |
| aether | oooh when everything's going fine it's all good but the minute something doesn't go your way you better take coooooooooooooooveeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeerrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr yeaaaaaah. | 2017-12-26 19:59:26 |
| aether | i communicAte WiTh spiritS | 2017-12-26 19:58:49 |
| aether | land oh land reveal your secretsriver oh river, wait there's no riverisland oh do tell. but this ain't an island. what we got here is dust and rocks. but perhaps it's a prison, a jail, or an island. maybe an island. ooh ooh. maybe it's a soul school to accelerate our personal growth so we can transcend realms or something, ♥♥♥♥♥♥' who knows m8. odd musings present no valid communication but maybe you'll skip the unnecessities of verbal sanity for the majority of speak is the same line you heard last tuesday. | 2017-12-26 19:54:05 |
| aether | some typa strange zygote lookin ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ | 2017-12-26 19:50:56 |
| aether | but it's alllll alright because everything is fiiiiiiiiine. | 2017-12-26 19:13:04 |
| aether | battleships exploding off starboard bow, endless repetition grinding my thoughts into paste.30% dark chocolate ruining my health, crippling the vessel and disabling important systems for maintaining. saying the same thing over and over again.misunderstanding what people say or mean.making tactical errors of judgement.♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ angry for petty reasons.stupidity on the rise with no recourse but to double down on the normal plan which makes it harder to reorient back.at least i'm not a solipsist tripping out on totally ♥♥♥♥♥♥ beliefs. BECAUSE YOU WERE NEVER REALLY REAL TO BEGIN WITH, I JUST MADE YOU UP, TO HURT MYSELF. ♫ etc.good god if only there was something interesting to talk about. | 2017-12-26 19:12:06 |
| aether | Press the switch but the machine doesn't turn on. | 2017-12-26 19:06:10 |
| aether | The spear of willingness is dangerous to point because everything else is dull and it will bounce off, but if you engage life with the spear as a walking stick it'll improve your situation. | 2017-12-25 21:46:04 |
| aether | OR I'LL MAKE YOU SURRENDER. | 2017-12-25 21:25:32 |
| aether | SURRENDER TO WHAT IS | 2017-12-25 21:05:51 |
| aether | dEvelOp DivInE LoVe WitHiN YouRseLVes | 2017-12-24 00:43:54 |
| aether | is catharsis overrated, no, misery is. but catharsis seems to be short lived, and the relief from this bodily suffering a temporary reprieve, BUT CATHARSIS, GLORIOUS CATHARSIS.paul baumer fell over with a smile on his face. i will too. | 2017-12-18 22:54:47 |
| aether | infinite noise. | 2017-12-18 14:24:11 |
| aether | like a scorching screaming phoenix. | 2017-12-18 12:34:30 |
| aether | RECTIFY YOUR KARMA OR BE ABOARD THE TRAIN OF NO REMORSE hint trainwreck??????????????? | 2017-12-17 21:53:52 |
| aether | horribly optimistic about an activity that doesn't come to pass. CAN I BREAK THESE BARRIERS? NO SAYS THE BODY AND BRAIN, YOU MUST NOT PLAY VIDEO GAMES. | 2017-12-17 13:07:39 |
| aether | my body is in pain but i know the relief comes. | 2017-12-16 23:26:55 |
| aether | i have had a taste of the dire, and i romanticize it more. but a true sip would leave me unwilling. | 2017-12-12 15:47:52 |
| aether | caffeinate my brain. brain death. mindless monkey mind, runningturningLOST IN THE MAZE OF DRUG INDUCED HAZED HYPERACTIVITY AAAAAAAAAAAAA NO CALM AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA NO REST AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA TAKE IT ALL OUT ON ME. | 2017-12-12 13:06:12 |
| aether | SAND CRAWLER | 2017-12-11 14:38:19 |
| aether | THE DETRITUS BELONGS TO ME. | 2017-12-11 13:32:00 |
| aether | SCAVENGING OFF THE REFUSE. | 2017-12-11 13:31:23 |
| aether | lazy sunday. | 2017-12-10 23:18:26 |
| aether | i'm divinely bored. | 2017-12-10 19:59:34 |
| aether | it's important to not give a ♥♥♥♥ - carlin | 2017-12-10 11:06:28 |
| aether | strange quiet music in the background, the feeling of wanting something more from the repeated. | 2017-12-09 16:11:56 |
| aether | bangin' my head on a wall. | 2017-12-05 14:37:56 |
| aether | press F to strangulate yourself with errant disgruntled thoughts. | 2017-12-04 16:45:38 |
| aether | a whole lotta nothing. | 2017-12-04 15:09:04 |
| aether | intense suffering will make you realize that there's a point to everything and everything happens for a reason. nothing is random. if there wasn't a point, if there wasn't something beyond your wildest dreams bound to occur, your suffering would be in vain, and you would hate god forevermore. it just can't happen. i think most people have to undergo horrible things to gain their spirituality and their unshakeable faith. don't believe people saying life is random because it kills your spirit. even people who say life is what we assign meaning to, that's too menial. that type of reality would be awful. ask someone who's lost every limb, or a schizophrenic who's undergone tremendous amounts of stress. they'll tell you, there's more to life. | 2017-12-02 21:59:19 |
| aether | is it possible to repeat the mistakes of my youth or have i fully grown past it. | 2017-11-27 01:06:07 |
| aether | stick my bayonet in that dirty kraut gnashing of teeth as i'm sent to hell burning alive roasted in the funeral pyres of history living in the mosaic of fostered distrust among nations. pull my eyelid down there's no room for error gotta write full-time. incendiary, long-fuse. burn my time with anxiety as i notice there's no clear path except the muddy expectations of the future. lost in the throes of WOE as i cave to the fact i've got no recourse but to calm my ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ ass and stop stuffing my face to end a regular melancholy evening. there's no other path but the easy one, which is the now that doesn't vanish except in the blackness of night. easy because there's no stopping the train that is reality going full speed (or a mild 30 mph which is how i feel.) absolutely no stopping it and in the end on my deathbed all i want to think about my life is how my horrible mistakes won't matter and all the squandered time was intentional due to my stubbornness and i'll forgive myself. | 2017-11-27 01:00:14 |
| aether | climb up that ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ hill climb up that hill scale the mountain get out the equipment and climb pull out your sharpened boots and start sticking it into rockface you got one life to live but aint ya gonna realize it's a matter of PEOPLE and not the many senseless pursuits... | 2017-11-27 00:52:19 |
| aether | [soviet fireline suppressing the german entrenchment] | 2017-11-27 00:50:30 |
| aether | human wastedisconnected TRASHUNETHICAL SQUALLING OF A YOUTHFUL CHILD. DERIVATIVE OF A HOPELESS ENTERPRISE. NEVERENDING PROMISE OF A DEEP INNER CHANGE SMACKING YOU SQUARE IN THE FACE RIGHT AS YOU FINALLY TURN THE CORNER INTO TRUE LIGHT AND EXPLOSIVE LOVELINESS.disrespectful SWINE. [rifle fire] no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no noSTEVEN SAID WHY NOT WRITE SOMETHING THAT'S NOT SO DEEP AND MEANINGFUL, BUT THE TRUTH CAN BE SO TRAAAGIC AND BEAUTIFUL. | 2017-11-27 00:50:05 |
| aether | ineffable feelings of desired communication swerve through my mind attempting to make contact. | 2017-11-26 00:56:51 |
| aether | gestation period for the explosiveness within. | 2017-11-25 23:41:03 |
| aether | [excited satisfied anticipatory breaths to the glory that is to come] | 2017-11-25 18:36:41 |
| aether | hi pizza. | 2017-11-24 22:42:29 |
| aether | PAIN and SUFFERING deepen the inner strength. | 2017-11-23 23:36:43 |
| aether | i want serenity in every course. i want the glory of my soul to unfold. it will happen. love is inevitable. | 2017-11-23 23:31:14 |
| aether | house of illusions, busy mind. the stillness, i can't escape. become the patience. | 2017-11-20 21:58:00 |
| aether | ephemeral it's so ephemeral ephemeral it's passing you by. | 2017-11-20 20:08:12 |
| aether | BUSY FEELING SORRY FOR HIMSELF. | 2017-11-18 23:21:33 |
| aether | talkin' to my guardian angel and seeing little white dots in my visual spectrum that fill me with love.also i eat single pieces of cheese out of the fridge. | 2017-11-18 00:46:48 |
| aether | other than that everythings rly ok. | 2017-11-18 00:15:05 |
| aether | AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHjust ah.burning tepid water that is my existence soaking through my skin and awashing me in futile screams to stay awake in a nocturnal dream state where i got nothin' to iterate. | 2017-11-18 00:14:37 |
| aether | let the sadness intensify but not consume you, and you can see wherein lie the merit. | 2017-11-17 22:22:30 |
| aether | i have nothing to say, but do i say it? | 2017-11-17 22:17:27 |
| aether | slow boom.rub my cheeks. i continue to sit. | 2017-11-16 16:57:13 |
| aether | if you're not careful, the boredom of this world will turn you into an artist or musician, before long. | 2017-11-15 19:34:51 |
| aether | the best feeling is just listening to the rain because that's how simple life is yo. | 2017-11-15 00:42:02 |
| aether | bla bla bla bla bla bla bla bla bla ♫♫♫ | 2017-11-15 00:38:01 |
| aether | life is so simple i've already written the below two paragraphs in several ways over the years over again. | 2017-11-15 00:36:18 |
| aether | I have no idea what a vibration is and no one else does yo AFAIK. so have a banana. We literally eat objects. Life is kind of like an etchasketch. My sense tells me it's all so simple, I mean the world we know is basically building blocks like legos or kinex. We haven't figured out what they are or why we're composed of them, what we're doing here, or why these building blocks are conscious FYI. We don't know the how to answer the consciousness question. I've heard theories like "integrated information produces consciousness" but David Chalmer's hard problem still stands. There's just no satisfactory answer yet. Qualia is mysterious. chekm8 atheistz, etc.are you sure you dont want a banana tho | 2017-11-15 00:34:28 |
| aether | tomorrow morning, on the plane, no banana make you go insanetomorrow morning, no bananamake you frownwhat is a banana btw, what is the color YELLOW.like woah duod.Hey I guess it doesn't matter, because y'know, COLOR is just LIGHT. But what's light? It's a particle. And a particle is a vibration-y wave / particle. A wave is an object, and a particle is a mathematical object with a point. Anyway, let's just say light is an object. An object is a stretched... thing... in three dimensions. Up, down, forward, backward, left, right. XYZ. Aaaand that's about as far as you can go with that, you may go, "HUH? But you explained it all, it's a three dimensional object." Yeah but what the ♥♥♥♥ is that, yo. | 2017-11-15 00:34:17 |
| aether | who needs to go to a zen buddhist monastery when you can just stare at your steam library page chock full of games or your profile. | 2017-11-14 19:47:04 |
| aether | jail sucks | 2017-11-14 11:59:18 |
| aether | the frenzied struggle to find meaning in the assorted available avenues of entertainment drains slowly from my lifeless body as i slip into another sleep coma, unable to grab what there is in sense of significancemaybe i should volunteer at the shelter, but i know i won't. i'll just sit here. and the next day, i'll be sitting here. | 2017-11-13 23:21:18 |
| aether | care too much but i don't really care at all. | 2017-11-12 19:52:24 |
| aether | i'm a fake bastard who needs to die. | 2017-11-12 19:51:58 |
| aether | the sadness returns | 2017-11-12 15:28:51 |
| aether | how play sp games without caffeination | 2017-11-12 09:18:09 |
| aether | livin' in a myspace paradise. | 2017-11-11 22:07:19 |
| aether | screeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeech | 2017-11-07 00:54:10 |
| aether | it's a quiet type of life. WITH LOUD NOISES AND EXPLOSIONSpiped in through a simulacrum. we sit, we cordialate, we pontificate, and we progress ever steadily to the gravebut one thing bothers me. It's this itch I can never find, because I don't know what it's for. I swear I know but I can't imagine it. so I search ever steadily for what feels to be most true in my heart... the greatest feelings are those unknown, that whisper in a rare moment on an otherwise placid day, that suggests an eternity of glories untold over the horizon. | 2017-11-03 01:08:12 |
| aether | is contentment a dis-ease in itself, as i realize there's no great epiphany or content to the contentment. good to be out of suffering but lacking real emotion. or maybe my former depressions and agonies is wearing a mask. | 2017-11-02 23:28:29 |
| aether | adrenaline builds but there's nowhere for it to go. lost in a vacuum of emotion that perhaps doesn't have its place here. | 2017-11-02 23:09:48 |
| aether | destroy all human invaders.let none survive.extinguish the fire of humanity. don't forget to cherish your fellow species. | 2017-11-02 20:48:47 |
| aether | bright high yellow sunlight enliven my skin. beats of music anachronistically set me forth. | 2017-11-02 16:32:22 |
| aether | [heavy breathing] | 2017-11-01 22:23:32 |
| aether | doing fine actually ok. | 2017-10-28 21:00:15 |
| aether | hole in my emotional filter. leaking pollutantsthe engine is burning and the body is tumbling. desiring void that isn't filled. | 2017-10-25 02:02:33 |
| aether | his eyes rested on the word, eternity. | 2017-10-24 20:31:50 |
| aether | burning alive | 2017-10-20 02:02:03 |
| aether | THE PLEASURES OF THE FLESH ARE MANY, YOUNG ONE. | 2017-10-18 12:06:15 |
| aether | can you heeeeeeeear the painwell have you seen everything yet.what's the quality of your consciousness? man?GOT SOME NEWS IT'S ALL ROSES NO MATTER WHAT'S NOTICEABLY STARKLY AWFUL. My heart thumps and I prepare for dreams. Nightmares are welcome, I brave them with increasingly reckless abandon.. except that's wrong, it's merely bravery isn't it. depression but no punch. nightmare but no fear. what type of soul am i, to have no great concern? besidies this pain. this pain of living on some nights where i know it should be gone.at least i feel alive because of it. | 2017-10-18 02:15:25 |
| aether | CAN'T RELATE? WELL YA CAN'T RELATECAN'T RELATEYA CAN'T RELATEGOT THIS FEELING LIKE IT'S UNRELATABLE. ADDICTED TO THE ADRENALINEADDICTED TO THE SADNESS. FEELING FINE I'VE GOT A SOFT DROWNING TO TAKE ME TO PEACE. Most definitely worth it in the long run. My soul resists the inner turmoil and anarchy taking place with my emotions, my body, and my mind. Bleed. Bleed my colors and plumed feathers. Can't fly because we're entrenched and I need to apply some gauze. Random associative thoughts scourge while we merge.We break the pots we smash the pans. We can't always see what's in the depths of suffering, a jewel to take home. A heart to hold when you're in an even tougher time, even if it's only yourself. | 2017-10-18 02:08:09 |
| aether | And I don't even know if it would be worth it in the long runThe elastic snags and wooden friendships dieAnd I don't even know if it would be worth it in the long runThe elastic snags and wooden friendships die | 2017-10-18 02:00:56 |
| aether | addicted to his own suffering.give me some moreeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.MOOREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE AAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH [bayonet charges into a fixed position] | 2017-10-18 01:59:45 |
| aether | i feel a sadness. | 2017-10-18 00:05:21 |
| aether | the well has dried again. | 2017-10-17 22:10:32 |
| aether | torture, misaligned death, vertigosweet sweet solitude | 2017-10-17 02:16:41 |
| aether | slowly grinding my head into the sanddddddddit eats the pain it eats the fan blades twirling in the looming quiet. i draw a finger over what i pretend is the sky. | 2017-10-17 01:40:46 |
| aether | the silence encroaches. | 2017-10-17 00:21:37 |
| aether | sad and angry for silly reasons, the flesh betrays me. who is it that is in control? | 2017-10-17 00:17:06 |
| aether | i dream | 2017-10-16 19:00:24 |
| aether | 'tis one either way. | 2017-10-16 18:57:18 |
| aether | the hard part of life is it either gives you a challenge, or gives you none. | 2017-10-16 00:49:49 |
| aether | my nightmares are my favorite dreams. they're vaguely threatening and no longer have any purchase over my fearlessness. this world doesn't do much to phase me. strong words from a tough guy but throw me in prison and i'd probably break in half. i cling to the thought of having a good life and being healthy, take it away from me and there's bound to be a dead drop followed by joyful cartharsis. yet again i have a way out of fear, so maybe my nightmares are my plaything. | 2017-10-16 00:46:30 |
| aether | it floats steadily like an atomic explosion, a massive storm system, a derigible of particulate. it seeks you, for you have had the worst and it's one of the visiting comforts. you extend your arm out yet it does not draw nearer. a plane sails over. the days repeat.the sun sets.does it represent the trite feeling i get when i attempt to make this into something. | 2017-10-16 00:26:59 |
| aether | comb the farm fields for the intruder he is therethe imposter we kill him and take his blood and his bread and then we devour his conscious it's a matter of what no longer needs to be said. join the fedaykin and live a life of torture but valiant action, 'tis what is necessary to survive far beyond feeble doubt of gain and meager life conditions is the true aliveness available only in dire circumstance...suffering unavoidable is blessed but masochism goes too far. a strange conodrum when you have less will to go through the mundane. the cumulus cloud appears over the horizon, large and looming. | 2017-10-16 00:23:36 |
| aether | suffering builds character suffering builds character suffering builds character suffering builds character suffering builds character all work and no play is the devil's ploy work hard for your toys suffering builds character suffering builds character suffering builds character but i lost the everything i lost what was given it was never there suffering builds character suffering builds character suffering builds character | 2017-10-16 00:18:49 |
| aether | suffering builds character suffering builds character suffering builds character suffering builds character suffering builds character suffering builds character suffering builds character suffering builds character suffering builds character suffering builds character suffering builds character suffering builds character suffering builds character suffering builds character sufferign builds character suffering builds chjaracter sujferring builds character suffering builds character suffering builds character suffering builds character suffering builds character suffering builds character | 2017-10-16 00:18:48 |
| aether | the murky depths of a man who hides his soul. the plumbless notes of a missing whistle.the sadistic appeal of getting to know someone as i fear my porcupines go up. the obsession with the minutiae grows my frustration but i'll redirect myself out of this field of self-pity. | 2017-10-14 00:43:01 |
| aether | the lifeless me,floatingfloatinggay ass poetrybeing written on my pagei space the linesto make it harder to readthis is my intuition and it gets HARDER AND HARDER to formulate a plan to master how and what i ran. but i guess, it's a matter of opinionbecause i'm happy, oh yes i'm happyexcept for the fact you're here. forever unconsoled at the meeting of a fellow peer. but time extends out, and we wait, which is the least problematic i hope... | 2017-10-14 00:38:33 |
| aether | t-plus minutes and counting. | 2017-10-14 00:25:32 |
| aether | perhaps my complaints get the best of me.perhaps darkness wishes to rest in my lap once more.i don't think it would be applicable. the wobbily condition of my mind and its bare handling of the real world is beginning to fault it again. is this place really that bad? or is it my lack of willpower to fill the day. | 2017-10-13 23:15:17 |
| aether | this is uh, some guy, signing off for now. | 2017-10-13 02:03:44 |
| aether | and of course, the threat of psychosis hangs over me as always. where i might do something incurring tremendously awful penalties, and then i will be a prisoner. the penal system is not so nice i must admit. but that's due course for the nature of man i guess in the end. i'm set to the tune of this life now and there's no turning back. suicide is off my mind now. but it's interesting to see how i think about it now. i no longer feel that extremity of emotion that caused me to think about it daily. i'd have to say it was because of jail and living in a separate house for a while. the house provoked a greater sense of life and available liveliness, and jail stripped away literally everything, left me with gratitude towards every pleasure and privilege we have. | 2017-10-13 02:01:43 |
| aether | notches in the wall is cliche but i feel that's somewhat descriptive of my existence. each day is some climb toward a higher vantage where i can see what to do with my mental state that progresses or proceeds each day in a muddy incline toward what i can only say is a better, stronger, tougher person. | 2017-10-13 01:57:43 |
| aether | the greatest thing in this world is company yet i often feel my relations are a bit frigid, this would be expected as all but one of them is limited to verbal communication and not eye to eye. | 2017-10-13 01:55:58 |
| aether | a cup is a cup and a car is a car, despite their variety. this reality may hold infinite variation and novelty but as far as the eyes can see, and the hears hear, we can't really determine this yet. as far as atoms go there is a set number of atomic configurations, and as the periodic table gets higher the atoms grow unstable and so the forms we have on our world is limited. the imagination however can of course depict infinite projections of phenomena by extension of our mind. however, you can't define it, so it's left as a troubling unknown to the imaginer. i always get a sense of being slapped in the face by the simplisticness that my mind's boundaries hold as far as what i've witnessed and how far concrete thought can go. | 2017-10-13 01:54:46 |
| aether | in the end though even human behavior can be seen to be a compound of categories that is diminishable and manageable mentally to see in a simple perspective. it's really the FEELING that comes from the experience of this reality that is truly special. there would be nothing of note if not for the significance we attach to the world as sentient beings. ultimately however i have to reiterate the world is diminishable to only so many number of mental objects. | 2017-10-13 01:50:02 |
| aether | on the subject of narrowing life down to what can be understood, i can probably get it to under 10, or under 5.there are devices which perform tasks, there are beings which are sentient, there is language, there are inanimate objects, and there is an inner world to our experience.most complicated in this world/reality is our inner experience, which is sort of a clue that this is really some type of focused exercise as far as incarnations go. the world is simple compared to all the novelty humans produce. the internet is a mosaic of human expression yet the rest of the universe is a rock pile of astounding but cold beauty. | 2017-10-13 01:47:15 |
| aether | the challenge here is the doldrums. the challenge here is the monotony. it's like a kafka-esque repetition of variables that merely change a few degrees each day. if you really examine life you'll notice that you can categorize every phenomena, every possible event. you can even categorize conversations and obviously, they merely change parts each day and most people repeat the same things but with an addendum for several years at a time. a challenge for love? quite obtuse, but i think this reality is geared toward some emotional grounding that preps us for greater avenues of adventure. | 2017-10-13 01:42:36 |
| aether | imagination enables so much that it's hard to believe we're stuck here with our 24 hour lifestyles, eight of it being sleep. but i'm done complaining and now settling in for what is rather predictable. i think that's the hardest part of life.it's quite predictable. you can factor in all the potential chances for bad events or fortuitous circumstances, but at the end of the day, there is a set number of possible happenings that will inevitably occur in your life. however we aren't smart enough to really know all the details. | 2017-10-13 01:38:31 |
| aether | even a gun is one of the most simple devices, despite having so many mechanisms. it's truly just a primer being hit by a pin in the end. | 2017-10-13 01:36:43 |
| aether | the key to avoiding writer's block is to just take your own intuition and slip into the phrases that appear in your mind. although sometimes i suppose there might be no grab holds even (as if writing was like rock climbing) to appear in that mental space. eventually i'll reach the summit of this life and wonder at all my suffering that came along the way. all my mental movements and attempts to ground myself into a stable being. i remember the long thought experiments i had with genies and wishes, the spectacular visions i'd have of glorious opportunities to be had (not the dull ones we have here in the modern century, but elsewhere and without the realm of the possible to weigh us down,) it's all so amazing yet this life is some type of simple focus realm. | 2017-10-13 01:35:56 |
| aether | i don't believe the statement that this is one of the hardest lives you could live, besides for concentration camps or people in near constant suffering. living a middle class life is easy. it's only my mental attitude toward life that screws everything up if at all. which is an odd situation, to say the least. you have a high degree of suffering on another point on the planet, and then there's us. the computer nerds living what to me is like the allegory of the cave where each day is quite ephemeral. | 2017-10-13 01:31:02 |
| aether | this life has its aesthetic but i grow to wonder what i could've lived in past lives, which i am certain exist due to the nature of this life, which alone would be suitable to convince me, yet more useful is the near death experience accounts which number in the millions. we're just here for a short trip and god knows where else we go after this. this is a cooling pond i believe. a short life. almost a maintenance station for us to handle minor socialization and work on our interactions / personalities and then we go to more high intensity incarnations. | 2017-10-13 01:28:10 |
| aether | or are people deeply invested in their opinions, locked into the conscious focal point of being an individual while i am depersonalized and mostly watching my life go by, vaguely watching from the rear as i pinpoint what i really want at quieter moments when i'm unaccompanied. | 2017-10-13 01:24:36 |
| aether | i worry too much about what other people think but it stems from the judgementalness that most people hold. i wonder if they're as unattached as i am from themselves and it's just their outer opinions that spew forth, whilst they formulate their own opinions about what they say and think from a removed observer viewpoint. in that case i would be worried about what is essentially try-me-on comments that are merely to stir the pot of conversation. | 2017-10-13 01:23:16 |
| aether | to wax poetically seems the only outlet of a life lived in boredom. yet i'm not truly bored. jail has stripped me of that notion as nothing is more boring than staring at the ceiling, yet even that can be entertaining as you slowly go faux mad and you take care of yourself. it's a bit as if i've moved from one jail to another, but this one is more distracting. i miss the solitude of my feelings and the way my consciousness operated in jail. the computer is so distracting and alters the way i think on a daily basis. | 2017-10-13 01:20:53 |
| aether | do i truly question my life as an object of detail examination. i wake up, i workout, then i play computer games. i listen to music. i take naps without caffeine. bereft is my predicament. yet i rarely seek change. a life worth writing about would not be this one, although i've had some events that i think have changed me possibly more than others. i am unattached to my daily ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ that we call anxiety and mental thoughts of low grade anger towards happenings that are dissatisfactory, but how can i live underneath the flow when it is so staunching. | 2017-10-13 01:20:50 |
| aether | pause unworthy. proceed with malfunctioning artistry of expression. send the neverending profuse refuse down into the comment page as what is lacked is the intitiative to advance without fear. i feel the pain of sociality closing in on me day by day as i grow increasingly concerned with trivial ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥. sitting alone in a room for most of the day, long term waiting for any daily activity to be enabled. no outgoing motives to retrieve vestiges of a life that may be waiting. stoppages occur and i cave in what remains of my mental pile flooding out through my hands, my head a garbled mess of thoughts that seem inadequate at every turn. | 2017-10-13 01:13:59 |
| aether | obliteration of all dissatisfaction. all are mind made form objects passing vaguely through causing anxiety and stress. any complaints are to be forgotten. just give it up. they're mirages obscuring the true image of life. we shall be woken up by suffering or endure the monotonous torture of being blind and having never truly lived. | 2017-10-13 01:08:44 |
| aether | [kiki's delivery service soundtrack intensifies.mp3] | 2017-10-12 21:29:34 |
| aether | TIME PROCEEDS | 2017-10-11 11:53:42 |
| aether | time slipping by as i am not really fully alive. not fully inside my body. experiencing life as a sort of mild interest while i exist cocooned somewhere in my mind. where is my experience, where is my gut punch to wake me out of this stupor. an experience to enliven my senses so that the slumber ends. no new avenues of exploration. no available outlets of the unknown. i desire change, and yet i am careful of what to ask for as i know there's so much suffering to be had in this world. i think perhaps i am naive of what i can find. | 2017-10-08 00:49:19 |
| aether | your 1980s brick phone rings in your closet. | 2017-10-07 13:25:30 |
| aether | CAFFEINE WRACKED HIS NERVOUS BODY AS HE SLUMPED FORWARD INTO A FROTHING MESS. | 2017-10-05 22:53:37 |
| aether | gonna start carvin' notches in the fakken wall m8. | 2017-10-01 20:46:20 |
| aether | huh what, you're back on this page. really... i thought we were elsewhere. | 2017-09-30 00:25:49 |
| aether | stepping over this hill again. i see the rocky outcroppings of transient thoughts disappearing over the horizon. i am somewhat content and restful, yet I desire for more transformation in myself. | 2017-09-29 21:01:00 |
| aether | life, narrowly focused. i digress. | 2017-09-29 02:03:03 |
| aether | sometimes i wonder if life wouldn't be less stressful without computers, but then i look at my own life and think how easy it is. it shouldn't be stressful. i wouldn't say i'm stressed per se but i have negative emotion, anxiety of some sort that comes out in a pained body. then there's the torn desire to do something of value that i can never put my finger on. What could be valuable in this world? I wonder. I think I underestimate what value there is to be found in this world.games, endless games. and yet, the alternatives seem slim to me. maybe i'm missing the real life. | 2017-09-29 02:00:11 |
| aether | did any of you readers ever wonder why music can provoke such a strange sense of nostalgia and rememberance for memories that never occured to you. like deja vu yet for perhaps a lifetime. | 2017-09-29 01:54:00 |
| aether | my spine shall not break sitting in this chair, i hope. | 2017-09-29 01:52:53 |
| aether | a consternated stare would be appreciated thank youshow me the way through. | 2017-09-29 01:51:12 |
| aether | are you here to laugh aagainha-hah...that was so funny.maybe we should laugh again sometime. | 2017-09-29 01:46:13 |
| aether | Eternity lies ahead of us, and behind. Have you drunk your fill?— Lady Deirdre Skye, "Conversations With Planet", Epilogue (Accompanies discovery of the "Transcendant Thought" tech) | 2017-01-17 15:14:07 |
| aether | And when the hourglass has run out, the hourglass of temporality, when the noise of secular life has grown silent and its restless or ineffectual activism has come to an end, when everything around you is still, as it is in eternity, then eternity asks you and every individual in these millions and millions about only one thing: whether you have lived in despair or not.— Soren Kierkegaard, "The Sickness Unto Death" | 2017-01-17 15:06:05 |
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