Tue, 21 May 2013 11:26:57 -0700 http://freakangels.com/whitechapel/ Lussumo Vanilla 1.1.4 & Feed Publisher http://freakangels.com/whitechapel/comments.php?DiscussionID=10472&Focus=323090#Comment_323090 http://freakangels.com/whitechapel/comments.php?DiscussionID=10472&Focus=323090#Comment_323090 Wed, 01 Feb 2012 09:07:29 -0800 flecky
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 http://freakangels.com/whitechapel/comments.php?DiscussionID=10472&Focus=323108#Comment_323108 Wed, 01 Feb 2012 11:29:16 -0800 flecky http://freakangels.com/whitechapel/comments.php?DiscussionID=10472&Focus=323130#Comment_323130 http://freakangels.com/whitechapel/comments.php?DiscussionID=10472&Focus=323130#Comment_323130 Wed, 01 Feb 2012 16:09:19 -0800 flecky http://freakangels.com/whitechapel/comments.php?DiscussionID=10472&Focus=323137#Comment_323137 http://freakangels.com/whitechapel/comments.php?DiscussionID=10472&Focus=323137#Comment_323137 Wed, 01 Feb 2012 18:05:33 -0800 flecky 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 http://freakangels.com/whitechapel/comments.php?DiscussionID=10472&Focus=334188#Comment_334188 Wed, 13 Jun 2012 03:55:21 -0700 flecky
Fuck you, Desire! Leave me alone, subconscious malcontent entity! ]]> http://freakangels.com/whitechapel/comments.php?DiscussionID=10472&Focus=335792#Comment_335792 http://freakangels.com/whitechapel/comments.php?DiscussionID=10472&Focus=335792#Comment_335792 Wed, 04 Jul 2012 14:58:22 -0700 flecky 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 http://freakangels.com/whitechapel/comments.php?DiscussionID=10472&Focus=338022#Comment_338022 Sun, 05 Aug 2012 06:30:52 -0700 flecky
I didn't write that, but I concur. ]]> http://freakangels.com/whitechapel/comments.php?DiscussionID=10472&Focus=352156#Comment_352156 http://freakangels.com/whitechapel/comments.php?DiscussionID=10472&Focus=352156#Comment_352156 Sun, 28 Apr 2013 14:59:40 -0700 flecky
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 http://freakangels.com/whitechapel/comments.php?DiscussionID=10472&Focus=352718#Comment_352718 Mon, 13 May 2013 03:02:24 -0700 flecky
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? ]]>