To my tired bones, love is a foreign concept,
compassion leaves a hole in my stomach.
Ignorance and pride go hand in hand,
and these dreams won't let me sleep in peace.
Excuses, excuses, lies and doubt.
It seems like there isn't anyone left who hasn't
succumbed to defeat, given in to the man, believed in the lies.
Individual opinions were lost in the gadget revolution,
independence and morals went out with disco.
This web of hypocrisy has evolved, it has taken over everything.
Filling the youths minds with useless information,
what happened to the natural instinct to question?
When did it become set in stone, without faith you will never know salvation?
I have faith in something, I have faith that there is someone, somewhere,
who has not yet falling head over heels with this sugar coated, and
love sick world.
When I think of how she looked, how she sounded,
I remember the feeling of a hole in my soul, the invisible stabbings
that come with anxiety.

never have i ever not known that i was destined to live and die alone
with no one yet able to adequately relate or understand this misery i call beauty
tumbling through time, stranded in an ocean of deceit and paranoid fantasy
so then, alone i command this vessel of mine; never again stopping for no reality
no more yielding to a banshee's cry from the night sky; no kisses for or from whores.
eternity and immortality ring through my souls hole like an abyss in outer space.
even when, no scratch that, espically when you're with me, right next to me
i feel as if I haven't the faintest of clues in what mask to wear; what to do.
when you speak, your song echoes through my chest cavity, this I'm sure
for when i reply, it feels like an automatic, preplanned, articulate response.
never will you or anyone besides me ever relate to this tragedy suit i seem to wear.

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I came up with this idea on accident and it might be quite stupid.

I was texting my girlfriend and before I had fully typed the message, I accidently hit send and

the message was sent as-

“Yeah. Do you want to pick me up then, when I am done with work and we can go to the s”

Instead of writing store, I left it as s.

I immediately thought that, what if this was the new way to be suspenseful-in writing.

For example.

The cat went.

And died.

Because.

The Dog was not mad.

And when she texted me back saying-

“The S?”

I said,

“Store. Da? I was trying to be suspenseful.”

Like I had it planned out all along.

But I really think I am on to.

I am trying to work.

It could be.

Something.

Here i go talking about myself.
But when you get the shit beat out of you constantly and are made to feel worthless... you have sort of an epiphany. You realize the world is just as fucked as you are. There are so many people that no one is worth anything. But everyone goes about their lives trying to find some reason to keep going. That or they try to pull everyone down to their level.

So my childhood was unsavory at worst, but everyone thinks they have it worse than everyone else. It's just the way i took it opened my eyes to the way things work. Unfortunately, everything i thought and did was dictated by my experiences. After seven years of thinking, meditating, and debating the worlds mechanics... i came across Fight Club. The whole Tyler Durden dogma put my thoughts into words for me. So i became a groupie... just like every other fan.

I had learned about this site a few years ago but didn't pay much attention. I was in a relationship at the time and my boyfriend/fiancé/husband at the time was extremely needy. I put a lot of things on hold, such as reading my stack of books (Though I did squeeze in Chuck's good ol' Survivor), watching movies I wanted to watch, writing, doodling, and worse of all--being me.

It seems to me that the main reason for most of the "bad" reviews that come out against Pygmy are founded on the fact the the reader could not understand the novel. Perhaps they should not review the book if they couldn't understand it.

It's one of my favorite books of all time. 10/10

I live in Memphis, and it would be hard to describe what that is like. Every time some list about 'best places' comes out, we are last; every time it's about 'worst places' we're first; and now we've made a high score on someone's list for having a lot of really stupid people. All of these accolades are deserved.

And, now, for the first time in seventeen years, we are having a mayoral election.