2013-06-20T00:08:52-07:00 http://freakangels.com/whitechapel/ Lussumo Vanilla & Feed Publisher http://freakangels.com/whitechapel/comments.php?DiscussionID=10472&Focus=323090#Comment_323090 2012-02-01T09:07:29-08:00 2012-03-27T03:31:20-07:00 flecky http://freakangels.com/whitechapel/account.php?u=8949

Deleted because, well, it just is... I dreamt about the Crossed last night. There's something in the water!

I dreamt about the Crossed last night. There's something in the water!]]> http://freakangels.com/whitechapel/comments.php?DiscussionID=10472&Focus=323108#Comment_323108 2012-02-01T11:29:16-08:00 2012-03-27T03:33:07-07:00 flecky http://freakangels.com/whitechapel/account.php?u=8949

Annnnd that insanity has gone too!

http://freakangels.com/whitechapel/comments.php?DiscussionID=10472&Focus=323130#Comment_323130 2012-02-01T16:09:19-08:00 2012-04-15T08:52:10-07:00 flecky http://freakangels.com/whitechapel/account.php?u=8949

Smothered by a veil of purple guilt...

http://freakangels.com/whitechapel/comments.php?DiscussionID=10472&Focus=323137#Comment_323137 2012-02-01T18:05:33-08:00 2012-04-15T08:59:25-07:00 flecky http://freakangels.com/whitechapel/account.php?u=8949

A bitter pill to swallow Abstinence would make the hurt grow fonder ...

Abstinence would make the hurt grow fonder
Using methadone as a substitute for opiate addiction is like weaning vampires off human blood and on to artificial plasma

1937, Nazi Germany...

Straaaaaaange Times.]]> http://freakangels.com/whitechapel/comments.php?DiscussionID=10472&Focus=334188#Comment_334188 2012-06-13T03:55:21-07:00 2012-07-04T13:38:38-07:00 flecky http://freakangels.com/whitechapel/account.php?u=8949

Hideous using dreams where I'm injecting heroin into my lower lip and squirting it all over my face. Fuck you, Desire! Leave me alone, subconscious malcontent entity!

Fuck you, Desire! Leave me alone, subconscious malcontent entity!]]> http://freakangels.com/whitechapel/comments.php?DiscussionID=10472&Focus=335792#Comment_335792 2012-07-04T14:58:22-07:00 2013-06-20T00:08:52-07:00 flecky http://freakangels.com/whitechapel/account.php?u=8949

The city is a bombed wreck of bacon-flesh coils. Prime targets lie on the tracks, salted by a lack of happy-dance. Engineers howl in unison, each one skilled in outdoing the other. That feeling, ...

Prime targets lie on the tracks, salted by a lack of happy-dance.
Engineers howl in unison, each one skilled in outdoing the other.
That feeling, when your alone in a dark room and looking at scraps of old newspapers.
Your so sensitive, open to suggestion and the will of other people.

You drink more brandy, and the throat rattles as you cough-up last nights cigarettes.
Instead of making that important call, you pick at a piece of renegade plaster.

You can't even get the strength to kill the bugs that crawl over your skin.

Biotech augmentations ripple under the skin, each rising to crying orgasm.
Some would say it's morbid introspection, too much time alone.
But you know better.
You've been with people; good with their words, with jaw-yapping.
Pointless quests to make meaning from the anxiety that ripples under reality.

The face melts at the window, the door slams shut.
Something you don't understand is now in the room.

As the air-hostess said, it's all shit.
She'd just lost someone she loved, her handsome features crossed with lines of crashing.
You stumbled past her grandiose house, aware that she is damaged.
She's as desperate as you to make a connection, but your morality stops you from taking advantage.
Do you really want to catch her eye over the technology, guilt making you crawl?

Brandy and cigarettes are all you have now.

Knock yourself out.
Eat a bug.]]> http://freakangels.com/whitechapel/comments.php?DiscussionID=10472&Focus=338022#Comment_338022 2012-08-05T06:30:52-07:00 2013-06-20T00:08:52-07:00 flecky http://freakangels.com/whitechapel/account.php?u=8949

There are certain memories that never really reach your brain. They stay in your blood like a dormant virus. Then something triggers them and you don't remember the moment; instead, you relive every ...

I didn't write that, but I concur.]]> http://freakangels.com/whitechapel/comments.php?DiscussionID=10472&Focus=352156#Comment_352156 2013-04-28T14:59:40-07:00 2013-04-28T15:05:40-07:00 flecky http://freakangels.com/whitechapel/account.php?u=8949

It's not resembling a hotel at the moment; it's more looking like a small block of offices converted into mini-flats. The souls, of which there are plenty, seem to be going about their own ...

I'm lost here, I really am. Since signing an agreement of tenancy, I'm just getting by on a day-by-day basis.

I occasionally start a story, but after a page or so it just shrivels into a waste of bloated weirdness that probably needs a sick-mind to see it come to fruition; I'm slightly better nowadays, no-longer fueled by insanity, resentment, bile, revenge and murderous intent, but still prone to bouts of depression. All that shit is always lurking, ready to rip a hole at any time.]]> http://freakangels.com/whitechapel/comments.php?DiscussionID=10472&Focus=352718#Comment_352718 2013-05-13T03:02:24-07:00 2013-06-20T00:08:52-07:00 flecky http://freakangels.com/whitechapel/account.php?u=8949

I fear I'm going back into an old mode of behavior. Dirty cracks springing up to trip me up. Shaking like a bastard from anger and irritability from being in too close proximity to some of these ...

All this bloody work - detox, rehab, meetings etc. And I still feel the same. Fuck's sake - I will fight this depression and early drug free bollocks until I get well. Until then...

BY ANY MEANS NECESSARY: SURVIVAL OF A RAT-FUCK BASTARD.

Ha-Ha - I'm listening to Glen Campbell! What's happening to me?]]> http://freakangels.com/whitechapel/comments.php?DiscussionID=10472&Focus=353388#Comment_353388 2013-06-03T09:21:52-07:00 2013-06-20T00:08:52-07:00 flecky http://freakangels.com/whitechapel/account.php?u=8949

It all could be a lot worse, though...

http://freakangels.com/whitechapel/comments.php?DiscussionID=10472&Focus=353840#Comment_353840 2013-06-14T15:44:12-07:00 2013-06-20T00:08:52-07:00 flecky http://freakangels.com/whitechapel/account.php?u=8949

Voice control, seeping through the wall in resentment mode. Picking the little pieces from a place of gritty realism. Funny...this place; this dry-house of lost souls. 8 in total. Sick. ...

Picking the little pieces from a place of gritty realism.

Funny...this place; this dry-house of lost souls. 8 in total.

Sick. Damaged. In denial. Each striving to reach a place of non-linear perfection. Or ultimate damage. Some fall on the way, leaving a trail of emotional damage in their wake. They don't think - or even care - about the consequences of their actions. Maybe tomorrow, when they wake to the cold light of day, they will be hit by blotchy-blue-red-speckled-light as they caress their temples with a pinch of their fingers.

Strolling the drive, it's what I do. Come nighttime, it's all lukewarm coffee spliced with a sweaty madness; an exhibition, of sorts.

Then comes the sleep. With that comes waves of surrender. It's the payoff for getting through the day. No agents of control can touch that.]]> http://freakangels.com/whitechapel/comments.php?DiscussionID=10472&Focus=353929#Comment_353929 2013-06-17T10:03:02-07:00 2013-06-20T00:08:52-07:00 flecky http://freakangels.com/whitechapel/account.php?u=8949

That rat-fuck Two-Pints O'Donnell! If that mick bastard drinks on my watch again, I swear to god...