now excuse me as I go drink some cold water from an industrial used-up publically owned, maintained, operational, and with good turbidity, few harmful microorganisms in the tap water.
Sunflower
please bloom.
Live your life. free from boredom. free from mental states of torture. free from non-emotion and into the dream of a lifetime. the dream of stained blood red.
@Mad-eye: Thank you, it’s a picture of a sunset that I took (with a little color enhancement).
Bisban is a cool guy who used to get high and come here and write these amazing, avant-garde poems, and post pictures of Pokemon, as well as comment randomness on people’s threads that nobody really understood.
(Not to go off-topic or detract from HDS’ post, you just reminded me of him.)
You know I typically love it when my posts get hyjacked by hilarious deranged and fucked up topics with or without all kinds of drug and alcolohol addled folks. Live people!
Mad-eye: friend you are totally fucked up and hilarious. LOL. You change your avatar pic so often I’m getting dizzy. Welcome to rock bottom friend, they are serving tea and razorblades on one of the other threads, the music is good and the beer is cold.
It would be an awesome band name. The tea plant leaves could be razorblades. Maybe leaf shaped razorblades. Would you like the band to play dreamstep or speed metal?
I didn’t mind him bombing my post. He’s been struggling all day, posting and deleting, posting and deleting. If it help people to bomb my threads I say have at it. I usually like reading the mayhem and it makes me feel better about my totally fucked up sad as hell existance.
Today I realized I’m totally past my prime. What a sad fucking somber thought.
That is a really somber thought, I imagine. It’s hard for to relate, but I can imagine that it would be a sad thing to realize.
But really…why do we call the first two or three decades our “prime” anyway?? It makes no sense. All of the cool and important stuff humans do they do when they’re older. All young people do is fuck like animals, birth children, and die in very stupid ways. Older people rule the world of art, politics, media, and family. I think we attribute our “prime” to the wrong years.
@whiskered: HOLY fucking shit how did you know just what to say to snap me out of this awful place I am in this morning? I have been gripping precariously to the edge of sanity for the last 14 hours or so. I was going to email you to ask you pray I manage the strength to crawl back up today to something resembling human. I was even praying this morning that something, anything intervene because all my standard tricks stopped working. I dragged myself out of bed and to the sofa, planning on painting something really dark and awful, which certainly will NOT make things better, as doing that is just grasping hands with darkness and diving own that very long rabbit hole of psychosis.
I know you and I are kind of lone wolves around here as far as religion goes, which I am perfectly ok with. Neither of us are bible thumpers, each of us believes the God with the big G is there. Sometimes it feels like God is laughing at us, sometimes it feels like God is cradling us in giant arms. Either way, we are the few here that are religious is the traditional sense. Which is ok. The world needs balance, even a suicide site needs balance. Atheists, Theists whatever we get categorized, we are all human in the end.
This morning you reached out with the perfect combination of letters on a screen and it felt like God might have answered my plea for assistance, just enough to allow me to NOT paint something dark, but to paint what I have been working my way up to painting this week, something beautiful, a request from one of the SP members here to dedicate to the folks here.
We may die alone whiskered, but living? We can only live if we firmly clasp each other’s hands if even for a few moments. Those few moments can be the difference between dying alone or living for a few more hours bathed in morning sunlight.
I don’t have any love left to go around. I just parcelled out the last of my love. The last of my affection, the last fucks left I have to give. Just ran out. done.
Long story short. Sometimes I just wake up from some kind of self induced manic fantasy and just think WFT. just FML. that is about what it sums up to. I’m done and FML.
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No! I love your life. I never fuck it xD
commenting on a serious note, me too. I hate my world.. it is empty. and full of tears.
Sorry to hear that, Hazy. :/ What’s been happening?
What happened?
What possessed thee devil??!
FML or FML Forte?? I guess it depends on how bad the irritation is.
Heed thee advice, I shall kill the witches sire..
Are you the new Bisban?
(He hasn’t been around in forever. Hope he’s alright.)
I have no idea what your talking about but I love your avatar
now excuse me as I go drink some cold water from an industrial used-up publically owned, maintained, operational, and with good turbidity, few harmful microorganisms in the tap water.
sorry im high
We’ve all been there. It sucks, but you have friends here and that’s better than many folks.
What’s up?
Sunflower
please bloom.
Live your life. free from boredom. free from mental states of torture. free from non-emotion and into the dream of a lifetime. the dream of stained blood red.
Isn’t it great and nifty that such a simple abbreviation can so accurately sum up so much?
But on a serious note, I hope you’re okay, Hazy. We’re here to listen.
yeah your so cheerful usually just like a sunflower xD
@Mad-eye: Thank you, it’s a picture of a sunset that I took (with a little color enhancement).
Bisban is a cool guy who used to get high and come here and write these amazing, avant-garde poems, and post pictures of Pokemon, as well as comment randomness on people’s threads that nobody really understood.
(Not to go off-topic or detract from HDS’ post, you just reminded me of him.)
I don’t know maybe I can be whatever you want me to be im lonely after all xD XD X D X D
You know I typically love it when my posts get hyjacked by hilarious deranged and fucked up topics with or without all kinds of drug and alcolohol addled folks. Live people!
sHoooOOOOoot did I mess up the mood. im sooooooo /SORRRY
Mad-eye: friend you are totally fucked up and hilarious. LOL. You change your avatar pic so often I’m getting dizzy. Welcome to rock bottom friend, they are serving tea and razorblades on one of the other threads, the music is good and the beer is cold.
Tea and razorblades. That could be a band name.
It would be an awesome band name. The tea plant leaves could be razorblades. Maybe leaf shaped razorblades. Would you like the band to play dreamstep or speed metal?
How did you pick those two genres so perfectly?
I truly can’t decide.
We could mash it up and have speed step.
WAIT IM JUST KIDDINBG IM GOIN G TO DIE
im not sorry 😀
ahOy
iim flying on The clouds of Clouds 29
You probably should spam other people’s posts. At least not the really serious ones.
*Shouldn’t.
Fuck you, Autocorrect.
I kind of cracked up at you pointing people to other posts that are less serious…on a suicide support site.
Now that I think about it, that is pretty funny.
I didn’t mind him bombing my post. He’s been struggling all day, posting and deleting, posting and deleting. If it help people to bomb my threads I say have at it. I usually like reading the mayhem and it makes me feel better about my totally fucked up sad as hell existance.
Today I realized I’m totally past my prime. What a sad fucking somber thought.
That is a really somber thought, I imagine. It’s hard for to relate, but I can imagine that it would be a sad thing to realize.
But really…why do we call the first two or three decades our “prime” anyway?? It makes no sense. All of the cool and important stuff humans do they do when they’re older. All young people do is fuck like animals, birth children, and die in very stupid ways. Older people rule the world of art, politics, media, and family. I think we attribute our “prime” to the wrong years.
@whiskered: HOLY fucking shit how did you know just what to say to snap me out of this awful place I am in this morning? I have been gripping precariously to the edge of sanity for the last 14 hours or so. I was going to email you to ask you pray I manage the strength to crawl back up today to something resembling human. I was even praying this morning that something, anything intervene because all my standard tricks stopped working. I dragged myself out of bed and to the sofa, planning on painting something really dark and awful, which certainly will NOT make things better, as doing that is just grasping hands with darkness and diving own that very long rabbit hole of psychosis.
I know you and I are kind of lone wolves around here as far as religion goes, which I am perfectly ok with. Neither of us are bible thumpers, each of us believes the God with the big G is there. Sometimes it feels like God is laughing at us, sometimes it feels like God is cradling us in giant arms. Either way, we are the few here that are religious is the traditional sense. Which is ok. The world needs balance, even a suicide site needs balance. Atheists, Theists whatever we get categorized, we are all human in the end.
This morning you reached out with the perfect combination of letters on a screen and it felt like God might have answered my plea for assistance, just enough to allow me to NOT paint something dark, but to paint what I have been working my way up to painting this week, something beautiful, a request from one of the SP members here to dedicate to the folks here.
We may die alone whiskered, but living? We can only live if we firmly clasp each other’s hands if even for a few moments. Those few moments can be the difference between dying alone or living for a few more hours bathed in morning sunlight.
HDS
I agree with the sentiment. Did something in particular happen?
Life happened. Daily life. I tapped out tonight.
Wow look at all this action.
I don’t have any love left to go around. I just parcelled out the last of my love. The last of my affection, the last fucks left I have to give. Just ran out. done.
Long story short. Sometimes I just wake up from some kind of self induced manic fantasy and just think WFT. just FML. that is about what it sums up to. I’m done and FML.