Historic Places

Mind Garbage

Sides

Let Me Clear My Mind

Bending by a Past Version of Myself

Welfare Art

Structural Impoliteness

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Embrace Decay 2

Suicide Is Murder

Sleep Is Nice

Now die. Die . . .always the same words seeming edgy as knife what I'm even saying now stop or what yeah. I will delete this probably soon or at least edit. No one reads these. Why I'm still posting here. No one reads them. Sleep is nice.

Long Journey Traveled

I listened to one of the oldest surviving songs in human history. Surprisingly, it made me cry. It gave me a sense of being just one piece in a very long chain. A sense of awe. Sensing something much bigger than you. Feeling connected to the human race. A long journey traveled. Many civilizations vanished. Most of the history forgotten. But this piece of music, somehow, made it to this day. About the same things and emotions we still know and feel. A melody composed by a man long gone, a civilization long gone. Yet, our existence is so short.

Embrace Decay 1

I'm still scared. Emergency Cooperation. I wanted to declare a mysterious future. He has a driving spirit and lives. We'll meet next morning. But I do not think I will work. You can not get it, but you do not have to wait.

Tragedy Pervert

I adore tragedies. I love seeing how everything builds up into a beautiful mess full of pain caused by misunderstandings and greed. An ironic death caused by good intentions is a delicacy. One by one every abutment will fall in a domino effect. A crying face of a hero and a laughing mouth of an enlightened maniac. Eyes full of despair, devoid of hope. What a sight. Welcome the order, the void, the final unknown.

The Role Models of Living

My failure as a human being is not to accomplish anything meaningful. The role models of living evoke inspiration, but also despair. Without standards there is no failing or succeeding, only a state of limbo. Thus we create the standards for others as for ourselves. The standards of animals are simple to understand but useless for human animals. Maybe what we need is an adrenaline rush, a constant sense of danger, never relaxing. Safety brings degeneracy and depression. Let's try dying again.

Fade Away

The children will always be dying.
They will always be in pain.
Me too will soon be crying.
We will never find a way.
The world is not for people.
It is, it exists, just because.
I can't wait to fade away.