Chapter II: The Abyss is Eternal !

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schizopath said:
Tell the president that he is real real good at channeling 3 thousand years olds beauty standards
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Captain.Heroin said:
look into that
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I am going to tell a bad joke now and give you a summary of it as well to make it extra bad: It starts off sounding like a dick joke but it isn't and then it surprises you by being a dick joke.

If you're having difficulty seeing your target with a magnifying glass, try using your phone cam to take a pic and then zoom in on the area of interest.

-Private Dick


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What up dawgs
I've missed like 30+ pages
Been literally dying in bed - not sure if I updated but after that IV speed session when I was trying to sleep and taking all those downers I didn't sleep and ended up trekking up country with a mate and we got 12.5g of ket and did the lot and drank loadsss. I woke up on his sofa feeling like death stumbled home and been in bed since occasionally waking up to piss and only just managed to eat something. Missed 2 days of work. Lol

Got a meeting with solicitor tomorrow, mid day, and court In a week.

I am probbaly going to fuck off work now until court. Spend my potential last week of freedom high and drunk.



....no more fucking speed though 🤢😂
 
I saw my killing reflection in the mirror, up there thousands of feet above sea level, hours away from the human plague. Minutes away from any other parasite. Totally alone, by myself. Asphyxia by hanging in the woods. I saw the beauty of the totality of existence capped on a snow covered mountain, away from everyone. I saw this years before it is to occur. I broke down and cried as it juxtaposed a brutal realization that I am but an insect and I am attracted to but a flower. Angry at the flower for its qualities - projecting my self-hatred from an insectoid level. My thoughts are the disease. My will never existed. I'm trapped in this crevasse, tempted to cut my legs off to get away from the dehumanizing play. I am stuck in motion, bouncing from point of failure to point of attempt. I want you because I love you. I love you because I want you. I want this because it is delicious. If only you could experience yourself, but you are trapped inside your own body. You think you know yourself, but you'll never get to know yourself as I have. Inside looking out, you lose any appreciation for the greater physique. The implications of your learned behaviors. The totality of your motions and movements. Anything lost on me would be lost on you too. All my fears are predicated on bereavement; I cannot lose this because I'll never have it again. I remember to bring a sample of the flower to you, because I want you to know how thoroughly I have lost it. You inhale, as I cry, and you'll never know what I'm crying about. How truly devastating it is. The injustice continued for some more hours as I still had yet to come to the akmen. In due time, I made it. I wasted a good hour at this point, crying and contemplating my very existence. Life and death. Being able to jump and never see a thing again, never know pain or pleasure or the trials and tribulations of being stuck in a body that refuses sleep with a mind that begs for it. The beauty of solitude included continued isolation as I reversed every step I took, in a means to preserve and reverse the course of destiny. I failed, and am still in the continuum. I did not escape, and I was so close to freedom. I shall never know what free will is, because I never had it. Though, in effect, I do believe i had a vague notion... the only point is the voluntary termination of pain. There is rigidity, there is peace. The suffering is extinguished. All sensation invalid to the remaining object. Here I reached the conclusion that all has been planned, all is set in motion, for I'm travelling on a missile headed through a great void, and somewhere on the very head of the missile where life continues without me, i abandoned it all. I am not living life, it is living me.
 
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