Joey
Bluelighter
- Joined
- Dec 22, 2015
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June 24, 2020
It’s just after 8AM. Not a very productive night yet again. I’ve been associating with the “Shadow People”, and I’ve been engaging in some nihilistic, “fuck you”, fucked up psychosis / word salad shit all night.
It’s been a long run. My new batch (of meth) is potent. I’m back to square one in regards to how high I’m getting. I’m also losing myself. I'm deteriorating mentally so that my thought and behavioural dysfunction is becoming automatic, instantaneous, and far more extreme with even a single hit. I’d better find a way to get a grip, lest I flunk out again.
Alien. Hominid. Primal. Pychotic. Twist myself to mal-instinctual corruption. Ad hominem fuckup forever.
I need beers to calm my nerves. I need to start taking my meds. I could say that all day in a reasonable, more level way.
Hopelessly lost in addiction, I trudge forward down the hills of despair, bygone. Past my shadows into the bottom of my life, base. I head unknowing into a light which shines in, rather than out into a bright future.
I see that there is a light. It shines on me. I’m highlighted grotesquely. Down low in my place, Im so high that reflection can’t be followed. Nothing’s shone out to brighten the daze ahead, so no day ahead is to be mine. The rays bore inside and told me Im to die. The shadows still whisper out, inside. Im going to die. Im going to DIE!
I’ve had it all backward people. The colour of your being, and life itself fades with progress. We regress forward to nothing. At least I do.
I regress forward to nothing.
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(ill post more in future posts)
It’s just after 8AM. Not a very productive night yet again. I’ve been associating with the “Shadow People”, and I’ve been engaging in some nihilistic, “fuck you”, fucked up psychosis / word salad shit all night.
It’s been a long run. My new batch (of meth) is potent. I’m back to square one in regards to how high I’m getting. I’m also losing myself. I'm deteriorating mentally so that my thought and behavioural dysfunction is becoming automatic, instantaneous, and far more extreme with even a single hit. I’d better find a way to get a grip, lest I flunk out again.
Alien. Hominid. Primal. Pychotic. Twist myself to mal-instinctual corruption. Ad hominem fuckup forever.
I need beers to calm my nerves. I need to start taking my meds. I could say that all day in a reasonable, more level way.
Hopelessly lost in addiction, I trudge forward down the hills of despair, bygone. Past my shadows into the bottom of my life, base. I head unknowing into a light which shines in, rather than out into a bright future.
I see that there is a light. It shines on me. I’m highlighted grotesquely. Down low in my place, Im so high that reflection can’t be followed. Nothing’s shone out to brighten the daze ahead, so no day ahead is to be mine. The rays bore inside and told me Im to die. The shadows still whisper out, inside. Im going to die. Im going to DIE!
I’ve had it all backward people. The colour of your being, and life itself fades with progress. We regress forward to nothing. At least I do.
I regress forward to nothing.
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(ill post more in future posts)
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