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My Small Red Book

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My Small Red Book.

Personal Space.
All You Need To Know Is That I Live And Therefore I Am.
With That In Hand And Knowing Of Human/Animal Instinct To Survive...
Chances Are, I'll Be Just Fine.

Personal Mortality.
If My Shell Is To Be Found Breathless,
Let It Be Under The Seducer's Mantle And Not The Father's.
For Then It Shall Be An Accepted Invitation Not Obliged Cruelty.

Gawd.
I would Like To Die Right Now Just To Meet Gawd.
Just Meet Him.
Then, Punch Him Right In The Fucking Face For Being A Sick Sadistic Fuck.

Lost.
Mildly Lost In Between Disgusted And Delighted.

Understood?
It Is Not Necessary To Understand Everything But To Give It A Try... Or So I Think Anyway.

Injustice.
It Does Not Matter How Poetic Is Your Injustice,
It's Still Injustice.
All I Can Do Is Hope For The Absurd, A Better Tomorrow.
Nothing Else.

Severed Mind.
Severe Your Mind...
Mind Not To Mind...
Mend Your Ways...
Smell Your Sacrifice...
No Thanks...
Later Days...
Better Days...
Later Dazed...
Better Off Dazed.

Humans.
Humans Are Just Animals With Suppressed Instincts & A Sense Of False Superiority.

Freedom.
If You're Going To Fuck Up, Do It By Choice.
Not Because You Were Told, Obligated, Found Comfort.
No. Nor Do It Half-Way But Shit All Over.

Lies.
Live For A MESSiah That Is A Lie.

Brutally Honest.
Let Me Tell You What You Want To Hear.
What I Have In Mind, Not Exactly What You Want.
Truth Makes You The Master And Slave Of your Freedom.

Hate-Love-Hate.
I'm In A Hate-Love Relationship With My Own Consciousness/Awareness Towards My Surroundings, Which It's Becoming Far More Tedious Than Ignorance.

Victim.
Let It Be CLEAR That I Need Not To Be A "Victim" Of Socialisms To Be Fully Aware Of Those Who Are And Gain Interest To Better Such Situation.

Living Dead.
Whenever You Stop Living For The Dead Ones,
Buried Memories And Pointless Battles That Need Not To Be Fought...
Then, And Only Then You Will Truly Start Living.

Bullet.
If I Were To Take You With Me,
To Take You And Keep You In My Pocket,
Like A Bullet Burning To Get Out And Not Come Back.
Just Then, I Won't Need You.

"Izzy" (my nickname.)
I'm Like The Old But With The New.

Drown.
Fair Enough.
I'll Let You Swim In You Shit Freely But,
If You Drown In The Process...
Don't Ask Me To Help Nor Stay And Witness.

The Sun.
May The Sun Burn It All Away...
The Right Place...
The Right Time...
The Wrong Being...
May The Sun Burn The Walls Away...
For The First Time, I'm There...
I'm Here.

Society.
Society Throws Away The Runaways.
Thus Who Say No On The Face Of Submission Must Be Considered Dead-n-Gone.

Paradise.
A Fool's Paradise Is A Wise Man's Hell.

Jack.
Jack, Boy, Come Over Here...
I Need To Drink You...
I Need To Breathe...
Jack, Boy, I Want To Feel...
Like I Don't Need You...
Like I Am Free.

Art.
Art Is The Main Way Of Self-Expression One Has.
Self-Expression Is Self Pleasure, Art Is The Finest Type Of Masturbation.
Music, As An Important Branch Of The Arts, Comes To Be The Most Enjoyable.
So, Music Is Your Artistic Orgasm.
THE BITS OF TEXT SHOWN ABOVE ARE/WERE TAKEN FROM THE SMALL RED NOTEBOOK A FRIEND GAVE ME FOR MY BIRTHDAY, MY RANDOM WRITINGS. ENJOY.

Image: Layne Staley, just because.
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