>im probably gonna kill myself soon, all my online friends view my account on the shlog, now they have video proof of me being a chasing discord real woman just leak my ip, i deserve it all, let them on a chase to find me in my small ass town
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The Manson Tapes

it seems a shame to have to sneak to get to the truth. To make the truth such a dirty old nasty thing. You gotta sneak to get to the truth, the truth is condemned. The truth is in the gas chamber. The truth has been in your stockyards. Your slaughterhouses. The truth has been in your reservations, building your railroads, emtying your garbage. The truth is in your ghettos. In your jails.In your young love, not in your courts or congress where the old set judgement on the young. What the hell do the old know about the young? They put a picture of old George on the dollar and tell you that he's your father, worship him. Look at the madness that goes on, you can't prove anything that happened yesterday. Now is the only thing that's real. Everyday, every reality is a new reality. Every new reality is a new horizon, a brand new experience of living. I got a note last night from a friend of mine. He writes in this note that he's afraid of what he might have to do in order to save his reality, as i save mine. You can't prove anything. There's nothing to prove. Every man judges himself. He knows what he is. You know what you are, as i know what i am,we all know what we are. Nobody can stand in judgement, they can play like they're standing in judgement. They can play like they stand in judgement and take you off and control the masses, with your human body. They can lock you up in penitentiaries and cages and put you in crosses like they did in the past, but it doesn't amount to anything. What they're doing is, they're only persecuting a reflection of themselves. They're persecuting what they can't stand to look at in themselves, the truth.
 
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I'm sick to death and scared that I might actually be the culprit
I didn't spend much time with him and no one seemed to notice
His lust for life was squandered when he lost his loving friends
I think he actually was a corpse before his life had ended
 
And the moment of clarity
Faded like charity does
Sometimes

I opened one eye

And I put out my hand just to touch your soft hair
To make sure in the darkness that you were still there
And I have to admit
I was just a little afraid

But then...
I had a little bit of luck
You were awake
I couldn't take another moment alone.
 
Crossed his heart
And hoped to die
I know you fell so hard
But held your pride
I wish you knew my thoughts
And heard my voice
'Cause I was tied in knots
But stood with poise
And when you spoke my name
I felt your pain
As your eyes cloud up
And then closed shut
I saw your soul leave this room
Like it was sick of you
You had this look on your face like you were thinking
"Just take me away
I will never change"
 
Just had to chase my niece and dog through the corn because she let him out and immediately decided to chase him into the field and get lost. Hell of a rescue op by me, frankly. You'd have thought I was a professional.
Probably the worst 10 minutes of my life
 
Just had to chase my niece and dog through the corn because she let him out and immediately decided to chase him into the field and get lost. Hell of a rescue op by me, frankly. You'd have thought I was a professional.
Probably the worst 10 minutes of my life
Crying and I feel like I'm on Adderall now that it's over and I can relax. Fuck me. What a terrible feeling before I found her. I love overreacting and worrying so I genuinely thought it was over for both of them. This is the first time in a long time that I've actually felt like I "need" a cigarette
 
Legendary gas station trip today.
The slots were PACKED with old people (11:30pm btw). Some old guy was muttering on the phone sitting on the cases of beer at the register. Cashier had that condition that makes you mumble and barely audible.
Everyone there was an old redneck and they probably thought I was a cacaot.
Good night so far.
Same exact people except no schizo mumbling on the phone.
But guess what? This time, I saw a stray cat!
He wouldn't let me steal him though. He was black with white mittens. Selfish little fuck
 

I'm drunk so I'll yap about it. My brother and I loved pink floyd. I put him on to it when I was 15 but it became "our music" particularly in the months leading up to when he went to rehab. The day he was meant to go in, we did MDMA together. It was my only MDMA experience and I couldn't stop thinking about these two songs. I spent most of the time doodling some bullshit for him to take with him to rehab with the lyrics "the lunatic is in my head. You raise the blade, you rearrange me 'till I'm sane. You lock the door and throw away the key. There's someone in my head, but it's not me"
They wouldn't let him bring it into the psych ward and it's lost media now because they're noobs. I don't remember it much, but it's one of my favorite things I've ever drawn in my entire life.
 

I'm drunk so I'll yap about it. My brother and I loved pink floyd. I put him on to it when I was 15 but it became "our music" particularly in the months leading up to when he went to rehab. The day he was meant to go in, we did MDMA together. It was my only MDMA experience and I couldn't stop thinking about these two songs. I spent most of the time doodling some bullshit for him to take with him to rehab with the lyrics "the lunatic is in my head. You raise the blade, you rearrange me 'till I'm sane. You lock the door and throw away the key. There's someone in my head, but it's not me"
They wouldn't let him bring it into the psych ward and it's lost media now because they're noobs. I don't remember it much, but it's one of my favorite things I've ever drawn in my entire life.
 
it became "our music" particularly in the months leading up to when he went to rehab.
This is also why I'm so obsessed with AI640. It was our favorite in those months. After he was in rehab, I drew the album art for Pt. 1 for him and cried my eyes out when I thought I had fucked it up while trying to laminate it. I used the lyrics "maybe I'm more human than you'd like to believe" from the song "Jane."
I think he still has that drawing somewhere, but it feels cacay to ask him and I don't want him to feel bad if he lost it over the years. I wish I could post it.

Album art:
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Song
 

I'm drunk so I'll yap about it. My brother and I loved pink floyd.
Unrelated, but I believe you should listen to Rick Wright's solo material of which he has only two albums. Roger made a nasty comment about Broken China unfortunately, I personally believe that was unwarranted.
 
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