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[22 Oct 2007|02:17am]

purplestripe66
[ mood | high ]

Ah......Boogle Woogle Woogle!!!!

Loony!

She did it! I swear, it wasn't me!

I'm not high, I just feel like I am...

pop some pills

[08 Oct 2007|06:33pm]

maj_britt
for a moment I thought I was the weirdest person on earth... I still think so, but at least I'm not alone! so hello everyone, can I join you freaks?
1 took their meds pop some pills

Please click this.... [24 Jun 2007|02:45pm]

belladonna_18
[ mood | crazy ]

Hanson wants to write a song just for me!

Crazy Insane Hanson Fan desperately wants to win contest so that they will write song about her...so please do her this favor by clicking on the banner posted... This would please us greatly yes it would.... =)

pop some pills

The Cold Within [06 Jun 2007|11:08am]

rain_lass
[ mood | bored ]

All is dark, within me, without me, everywhere.  They say I'm pink on the inside, but that's a different story, what do they know?  Nothing, they speak their silent words, but they aren't really talking and their silence is deadly.  It gives time for the voice in my head to whisper, crawl and slither about in the darkness, in the emptiness, taking my breath away.  So hollow, like a dying tree, the termites eating at its inside until all that is left are the raw edges of a stump.  Can emptiness really hurt or does that make it full?  Full of nothing that burns and steals the breath from my throat, my lungs.  The walls close within, collapsing into the void and all there is to do is lay down in the darkness, waiting for my last breath to get carried away on the haunting wind that rustles within the darkness, howling like demons from hell and sounding of dry leaves whispering through the emptiness.  I am a starless night, cold, lonely, and distant.

2 took their meds pop some pills

[04 Jun 2007|03:58pm]

rain_lass
[ mood | groggy ]

Hi, I'm new here.  Alright, so the only voices I hear is my own one in my head, where I find myself talking as if there is someone else there, but there isn't, I know because it is always me answering myself.  Yeah, I guess that makes me at least a little crazy.  I don't see things either, though sometimes I DON'T see things like I'll go to get a glass from the cabinet and the next thing I know I am standing there with the cup in my hand, and cabinet shut and I don't have the faintest recollection of actually opening the cabinet and getting the cup.  Oh and sometimes (this happens pretty often) I will think of telling someone something and a few minutes later I will glance over at them and wonder if I said what I was thinking of saying.  Of course I then ask them if I did ask/tell and sometimes I have (and it doesn't suddenly come back to me, I have no idea how they reacted or how much I told/asked them or anthing). while other times I haven't.  So here I am posting, just wanted to say hi to you guys...yeah.

4 took their meds pop some pills

catalyzed conversion to strange matter [04 Jun 2007|12:51am]

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       It's dead. There's nothing else here, just the one. Below and above is white. You can see through it, though. The floor. The bottom's all exposed. Blackened, the fire might have done it. Water's gone away. But you could still stand on it, on the line of nothing, staring below forever at the blank. Maybe you can't go there, though. You might not be supposed to see it. Maybe it's God's, or someone else's. A white graveyard, just one dead thing, waiting for one more. And then it's gone forever.
       It's so close now that I could touch it. Necrotic brown flesh, falling apart, dying more and more even after death died. It let more out, long ago, when the body was fresh. Juices and pus. It dripped them from the sky; it would tower over everything if there was anything. Dripping on the false floors below it, the invisible holes and stair ducts. And anyone below. Maybe there is something alive here, but it can't be seen. Will they be alive when they come? or crawl on dissipating flesh of former life? will they touch it like I could touch it now and feel it fall on them and bury them die with it be buried in clear and drift drift forever
       you could climb the branches like me climb up and find the noose waiting wanting to be filled and display proudly its kill will I let it? it won't matter it's got me anyway. falling apart anyway. rot. i lend my body and go away now.
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2 took their meds pop some pills

Brain Seepage on a Dead Log [23 May 2007|08:51pm]

testsubjectspaz
        It seems the dead don't walk again. Well, unless you take some wire and tie it to their hands and feet. But that's just a body on a string, and it won't really do anything except make some fun squishy sounds.

       Speaking of which, I've got to buy a shovel and some wires tomorrow.

       But happy death puppets aside, I have an important message for all the world. It's the most amazing, incredulous thing you'll ever hear. You might as well throw yourself off a cliff after you read it. I mean, it outdoes everything you've ever hear, seen, smelled, or touched. There's not even a point in living.

       My message is this: ...

       Aw, shit. I forgot it.
pop some pills

[03 Mar 2007|11:25pm]

testsubjectspaz
[ mood | Holy ]

        If a community has a new post after over a year of silence, does the name change to Lazarus?

        ...And that would make me Jesus. That would be awesome. I'd get to heal lepers and turn water into wine. Then I'd get the lepers drunk and they'd be all, "You rock, Jesus!" And I'd be all, "But you guys made the real difference here. You donated and kept our station alive. It's all thanks to viewers like you."

       Maybe I really am Jesus. Or maybe I'm Xenu and I'm the cause of all the chaos and havoc in the world. Or maybe I forgot to take my pills again.

       Yeah, it's that last one.

2 took their meds pop some pills

'Ello there. [28 Dec 2005|06:08pm]

soft_rainfall
Hi. Being active for the sake of... being active.

I hope everyone had a good Christmas, or whatever holiday they celebrate at around this time.

I completely had something to say, but I forget what it was right now.

Oh well.
pop some pills

Flibble [16 Nov 2005|12:35am]

clairebemoo
[ mood | flibble ]

Flibble flibble flibble flibble flibble flibble flibble flibble flibble.

That is all.

3 took their meds pop some pills

Chloroform?! [05 Aug 2005|08:40am]

clairebemoo
[ mood | amused ]

I'm a little freaked out. I have a pretty bad cold at the moment, so I'm swigging from my bottle of cough mixture like an alcoholic tramp swigs from his bottle of cider. (Pretty darn frequently!)

I just looked at the ingredients. There's CHLOROFORM in my cough mixture. So, if I soak a cloth in the cough mixture and hold it over someone's nose and mouth, will they be knocked unconscious so I can steal their money? Hmmm.

4 took their meds pop some pills

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