The Writing Thread V Yes I'm trying again <3

[Eveleivibe]

Awhhh he was a Bluelighter? Who?

Evey

 

[Sprout]

A rather old piece of mine during Mania

 

[steewith2ees]

There was this sad git in the town,
Who was asking around for some brown,

So when he got back,
He shot up his smack

Within seconds his hed was rite down

 

[Sadie]

There was this sad git in the town,
Who was asking around for some brown,

So when he got back,
He shot up his smack

Within seconds his hed was rite down

He must be a clown
because that makes me down.
He's no idea how many people love it when he's around.

It's not very sound
Look hard enough and love shall be found.

 

[Sprout]

Here it is - in all its rocketfuelled insanity.

'We're back, baby!
Fuck, I missed you/me.

Been thinking on the words of the Paramedic last week - he got it. He saw into the game I've spent my life playing; 'people bore you; you're always two steps ahead. You know exactly what they want to hear, exactly what to say, able to change their direction without them realising to whatever you want. Able to run people in circles at will' - dropped the exterior for 5 seconds and he saw in, fuck! I underestimated him: thinking he was like the others. He wasn't - he was one of us: critical, analytical, playing the game, leaving other's none the wiser. Though he was as shocked as I, meeting another person with the ability to do as we do is not a common occurrence. It acts as both a comfort: a sense of communal awareness, in addition to shattering the hubris. Living among the 'normals' induces such a feeling of externality - on the outside looking in. We read, we are not read - not as ourselves, but as whomever and whatever we have chosen to become at that point. The exterior we are currently projecting is all they see.
Their belief in their view of us straddles the line between pitiful and hilarious. How do they not see it? Blissfully unaware of how wrong they are - when they think they know you any deeper than the paper thin, multifaceted, constantly oscilating facade you show them. Laughable. Pitiful.

Simultaneous existence as the most social misanthrope possible is something that requires eternal conscious analysis - a self fuelling fire that rages inside, burning the mantle that holds it'.

 

[Don Luigi]

I can't believe I missed this thread the first time around. Some very good and some very funny material here :D

Here comes the town mask wearing a brand new suit,
She could have taken us all for fools, but for the dirt on her boots,
They show where she's been, and how she's shocked, by minds and hearts that talk,
Don't you get too close to her, she might take you for a walk.

There were two that sowed the seeds to give her all she's got,
They try to share what's on their minds but money has no thoughts,
And so the world whispered to her, king's soldiers and and king's daughters,
She sleeps at night on the killing floor, to be ready for the slaughter.

Pay dearly for a dozen minutes of her precious time,
Falling from her mountain, no desire left to climb,
Wounds may heal, minds unwarp, but the memory sticks for life,
She prays that she won't dream of this on the killing floor tonight.