|Goodbye dear friend, we will meet again.|
UntitledSpeakEasy, somewhere in exploded Euro City.Untitled by RUNNrabbitRUNN
Biotech and Minimalist impression; a nouveau, and nouveau riche, tangent impression of some college Nietzsche ideal of Brecht. It bleeds light like a stuck pig, but all in reds, whites and blacks.
The drink glasses clink and crash. The speakers pump a rib-cage rattling thump.
Mackie reclines, lanky and proportionate, at a tiny drink table in deep club shadow, presented in a perfect, utterly immaculate black tux tasting of the early 1900s. His faded blond hair greased just enough to give his thin skull its perfect shape. His pale blue eyes, easy and seemingly dependent on the pleasurable thrill of a living archaic tribute to an era lost in the annals of history, give smoldering and skeptical impressions. A diminutive smile on crooked lips, he sweeps the club crowd panorama with leisure. Decorative, delicate hands in stuck artist's poses, angled just right in the silhouettes of painfully bright strobes of artificial light.
There have been
stormthe storm's a comin.storm by RUNNrabbitRUNN
i'll be hapy when I wake,
and rain is pouring down
to sweep clean the street.
time does not heal.
i miss the missing, therefore i Am.
so the ground does weap,
and with sadness hidden
behind dreadful weather,
the disparate fall
beneath the spell.
rain, nowbloody hell just let it rain for fuck's sake.rain, now by RUNNrabbitRUNN
..i'm tired of the anticipation,
i'm tired of the fires;
i'm sick of the dreadnaught
the dust inspires;
i've spent long enough
time jailed in the desert...
it's the dead fish in the salton sea,
it's the time spent remembering,
it's some kind of fleshless enemy,
a boneyard in the barren sea;
i only recall the rust on my tongue,
a defiance of age,
the coldness of loneliness,
the impertinence of rage,
the truth of history,
the lies in the collective,
the one true evil
cupped lovingly in god's hand
...how hell has devoid earth,
how man as disgraced love,
how life has become so cheap,
how land now suffers eternal thirst...
recently written to a friend:to my friend, who is very concerned aboutrecently written to a friend: by alapip
their friend, who has lost control -
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a theory of mind is becoming more recognized,
as feelings being the END product of a brain
process or function. one exhibits the symptoms
BEFORE the mind even recognizes an emotion
has been engaged.
[i theorize this may be part of the process of
bipolarism. the combos of drugs taken are
to alleviate the incorrect arousal of emotion -
successfully, in the right mixes.]
note: emotions and feelings are not the same.
emotions - happiness, sadness, anger, love,
fear, anticipation, and so on.
feelings - are what arise in the conscious, AFTER,
the emotion[s] begin to be recognized.
imagine being overpowered by emotions, and
having no idea what they arise from. once in
a while is one thing. i think this happens to
everyone occasionally. but, what if it happens
all the time? how does one make it stop?
[some individuals for reli