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You Will Never See This

f13nd

f13nd

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I made this for myself mostly, it was actually right after I'd survived cold turkey withdrawal. Everyone else it is for are just memories now, and the point of the title is that even if they could read this...they'd never see what I'm saying anyway..


They beg and they plead
They hunger, they need
Not once, not twice, but three times dead
You can restart his heart but not his head
Among the living, among the pure
Still pain to kill, we kill to cure
In the office behind closed doors
Or passed out on a bathroom floor
The tracks only lead back to the pain
And now you're nodding off again
Deeper, Deeper, letting go
Inside out, a big black hole
He can't be taught, he cant be told
“I swear I've got complete control
They don't get it, they don't see
They are not like you and me”
With minds made for us
The lines are drawn
Second chances
Already blown
I don't hate you because you didn't care
I know that you were never there
You'll never know how much we hurt
Watching you bury yourself in dirt
You'll never cry yourself to sleep
You'll never feel a single thing
He can't go back, he filled the hole
And now he lies there stiff and cold
 
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This is one I thought up at a club when watching a bunch of E-Tards twitch and stagger around with their 50/50 ratio meth bomb mdma pills and basically just obnoxiously laugh and bump into everyone until one started to overheat and they all flipped out. Sometimes a life without tracers on your hands and an elated sense of happiness that you bought for 20 bucks. Its too bad they don't make a withdrawal drug for knowing how to dance or perhaps having some etiquette rather than just a plastered on smile. Not that I mean to bash on ppl rollin, it was these particular douchebags that brought out the ugly that night.


Electronic beats to a plastic heart
The rhythm guides us in the dark
Chemical glow, its not that hard
But starlight makes me strive for more
In dark rooms where are the doors
The blacklight only lights the floor
From the bottom up, retrace your steps
Find yourself and you'll find an exit
And the sun may burn sensitive eyes
But starlight makes the dark alright
Why look up once you're inside?
Blacklights all some need to survive
Why settle for just getting by?
Starlight makes me feel alive
Blacklights, let the rhythm guide
The stars I wish upon, I decide
 
This was a journal entry I dug up that I barely can remember writing aside from a few parts of it, But I know I had dosed 2 blotter tabs of lsd




transmissions from the crystal thoughts
thats the title.
eh. well i figure thats pretty much what these are. Description. well of course youd need to have acidic thoughts to transcribe this. Black has a bit of a reddish tinge around the edges, i forgot what that has to do with..
Who cares.
Anyway, *Edited*s throwing equationz at me but sadly im not divisible by any of em

The false dilemma supposes that there are only two possible solutions to a problem (his and his opponent's), ignoring anything else. The idea behind the false dilemma is to set up a system in which a disproof of the opponent's argument is automatic proof and support for the attacker's argument. Obviously, this is a completely irrational line of thinking. Just because there may be some error in my measured height doesn't make me a kilometer tall.
HOW TO SPOT

Whenever the attacker arbitrarily cuts the number of possible solutions down to only two, you should ask him why he does this. If there is a logical reasoning behind it (for example, there are only two solutions to x2+4x+4), then this is not a false dilemma, but a true one. If he cannot give you a logical explanation, he is setting up a false dilemma.


she doesnt understand her attack. just realize we have different opinions

some crazy shit just happened. the light were moving and the whole ceiling changed. it was sick.

back to crystal
atm, it feels like my thoughts are more clear, they are connected and reflect off of eachother and thrive off of eachother, like prismmmmsss. oh they look so cool.....
but they light is the energy thats similiar to my energy, going through the carefully arranged patterns, to form the end result.

I saw things in people today. saw deeper in the things i saw in those people too. Passionate, angry, happy, confused, whatver i felt it.
 
i really like the poem about e-tards. that captures the E reality quite well.(i really like, "if you find yourself you find an exit"). if you start to live a post-fiend life you will find that your poetry, meaning and motion, skyrocket.
 
Another superficial asshole poem :P

Here is a guide to helping yourself
Just listen to me cause you'll need my help
If you wanna be cool you don't need confidence
Just let me convince you how it all makes sense
Its about 25 percent ignoring what you already know
another 25 wearing popular clothes
15 just for slitting your wrists
and if you survive thats another 10 percent
theres another 25 for originality, like buying a shirt with the symbol for anarchy
and the final steps another 50%, its convincing yourself you're happy with this
so tell me tell me whaddayaknow thats an impractical ratio?
If you figured that out you just lost that 50%
And you should cover your ears for what comes next

You wanna feel rhythm wanna have some groove
gotta have a bit of edge and attitude
well nod your heads and shuffle your feet
follow the herd and the circles complete
If you dont like it then say fuck you
Cause bitch I wanna fuck you too

Scene girls, how I love you so
that colorful hair and trashy clothes
Could it be hot topic threw up on you
And your self esteem correlates with your IQ?
Whatever it is, your outside has caught my attention
and your insides are where I want my erection
And I hope you're like me, have no regrets
I mean with so many of you names are easy to forget
So is this topic getting to emo
Do you want me to switch it up a bit
Is you're heart not beatin hard enough for this
Are you feeling a little confused? Are you the subject of abuse?
Well heres something that'll make you feel better
I'll spell it for you, letter by letter
C-O-K-E, and I ain't talkin pepsi's cousin tho it can be diet
And you fatasses out there, why not try it?
Instead biggie size those fries why not spend it on your ego
And if you run outta cash you can sell yourself and all that you own

Now dance like apes and snort like pigs
Its a jungle in here and we're keepin a beat
Take off you're clothes and lose control
you've only one thing left to lose, your soul
so dance in a trance to the degradation orgy
drop your pants and and listen to me

You wanna feel rhythm wanna have some groove
gotta have a bit of edge and attitude
well nod your heads and shuffle your feet
follow the herd and the circles complete
If you dont like it then say fuck you
Cause bitch I wanna fuck you too
 
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