bobby, magician, my nemesis

i don’t know where this belongs, it’s just fucked me up and i felt like writing it. i never understood what was wrong with me, every one seemed to think there was somthing, but they wouldn’t tell me what. the medication only seemed to make me drousey and retarded, i took it if it’ll shut… Continue reading bobby, magician, my nemesis

Hey everybody, it’s !~AtReD~! again… Sorry it’s so long… But please bare with me… I really need the help…

This is to whomever will listen and give me some advice. i have never really asked for advice before. but i’ll find a place to start with my rambling story of how my life became shit. this has nothing to do with me being “Gothic” or a “freak.” About a month and a half ago,… Continue reading Hey everybody, it’s !~AtReD~! again… Sorry it’s so long… But please bare with me… I really need the help…

The cold robbots of mechanical love

There´s a thought that always come to my mind when I tell my girlfriend that I love her. I think about the future, the people and the feelings. I´m so afraid that we all become just egocentric machines with a mechanical love. I think it probably won´t happen… but people are getting so cold and… Continue reading The cold robbots of mechanical love

Patrick’s Theory

“Happy” What is “happy”? Happiness isn’t real. It’s a freakin state of mind. It’s imaginary. See this? This right here….this bottle of beer….this is happiness. This is real. I can touch it, i can hold it, i can drink it. Just like drugs. Heroin is real. Speed is real. I can snort, inject, smoke, and… Continue reading Patrick’s Theory