You're doing a hell of a job.

[Morrison's Lament]

I wrote you a postcard. In blood. On my victim's wall.

"Wish you were here."

--- G.

 

[rewiiired]

I must be in a weird mood or something, but this is freaking me out.

Which is a good thing.

And I like the Nietzsche quote.

 

[Morrison's Lament]

I'm glad it freaked someone out - it was written about a person whom I very much hope stays alive long enough for me to catch up with him. Someone I hate beyond comprehension.

In a broader sense I am saying that what we truly hate is so far away and so hard to even define - that most of us spend our lives fighting pointless battles with their symbols - finding anything to replace the impregnable targets - finding any way to project our anger.

You hurt whoever and whatever is close, but in the end, it goes back to something deeper. Someone, something, that you want to be there: to SEE you. Someone whom you want to look at you through the torn flesh and streams of blood and think: he did this for ME and I find responsibility for this event and for his pleasure in executing it....

And I'm next.










But not the last.

 

[blahblahblah]

Reminds me off some thing I would see in a Horror flick.

What did this person do...? If you care to answer

 

[neverwas]

just the evil and hatred that comes out in the few words u chose NICE!

 

[Morrison's Lament]

Reminds me off some thing I would see in a Horror flick.

What did this person do...? If you care to answer

He willingly caused a lot of pain to a very good (but clinically depressed) friend of mine that then killed himself - he was not directly responsible but when I told him the news he made some of the most disgusting remarks I have heard.

But anyway, thanks guys, at least it's better than that weird psychedelic crap with the numbers I wrote last night, lol, sorry about that one

--- G.