625539's picture

My thought process has become nothing more than chaos and glitches, I am a broken computer, my mind is the static of your television and your records skipping. Chaos and nightmares are no longer beautiful. They are frightening. There must be order. I am fucking up and I must not fuck up. It isn't winter anymore, it isn't thousands of snowflakes falling, it isn't "Doe Deer" anymore.

I've just become so far away from the real world and what defines it. What is reality, even? The keyboard under my fingers only exists because the collective conscious agrees it is there. If the collective conscience decided there was a tree in your front lawn, there would be one. It doesn't matter if it's physically there. Everything is a hallucination, a phantom. Is there even a "collective consciousness" or just my own? Am I alone? Am I here? Are you there?


MacAvity's picture

I'm here.

So maybe you're my hallucination, but I know I'm not yours.

If everything we perceive is an illusion, can reality really be anything worth experiencing?

625539's picture

refer to the journal where i

refer to the journal where i talk about wanting to kill myself

ferrets's picture


is not for the knowledge of man

"A loving man and woman in a committed relationship can marry. Dogs, no matter what their relationship, are not allowed to marry. How should society treat gays and lesbians in committed relationships? As dogs or as humans?"

godforbidlaura's picture

Well said.

that's it, Thank you.

There is a principle which is a bar to all information which is proof against all arguments and which cannot fail to keep a man in everlasting ignorance- that principle is contempt prior to investigation- Herbert Spencer