ExcruciationX
November 26th, 2007, 05:17
Okay, I took a slightly larger dose of DXM last night. I was just sitting there listing to music when all of a sudden, I totally lose contact with reality and I apparently fell asleep (I don't remember). I woke up this morning feeling great, for some odd reason (although I was scared that I had completely lost contact with reality).
Fast forward to about thirty minutes ago. I browse around my phone to write more in Kornsuccubus, and I find a document that had odd text in it. I think it was written by me and I don't remember it. I did lots of edits to it, because it was unreadable before. Here is the contents:
I have walked among man and beast for a length of time, yet I feel alienated. I am told my home lies on the ground but my mind states I must fly. I feel what others do not, and they feel things I do not. I am told my problem lies within mental disorder, yet other sources explain I have nothing to be ashamed of. I see things others cannot explain. I am detached from reality very much, yet very little. I can function through the detachment, but I have little control in its activities as my brain acts on it's own accord. I am lost in a world that exists to people around me, but doesn't exist to me. I speak in pure form to myself, but others only see an enigma. I feel alone on a small island, where there is nothing around it. To me, it is the only object in the entire universe, the only object to support a crippled mind, the only object to fight mental illness. There exists no colors, no music, no arts, no entertainment, no sound, only thoughts of why I am here. I am a cyclone, in a vacuum of purple spirit, from which there is no escape.
Anyone got any ideas what it means?
Fast forward to about thirty minutes ago. I browse around my phone to write more in Kornsuccubus, and I find a document that had odd text in it. I think it was written by me and I don't remember it. I did lots of edits to it, because it was unreadable before. Here is the contents:
I have walked among man and beast for a length of time, yet I feel alienated. I am told my home lies on the ground but my mind states I must fly. I feel what others do not, and they feel things I do not. I am told my problem lies within mental disorder, yet other sources explain I have nothing to be ashamed of. I see things others cannot explain. I am detached from reality very much, yet very little. I can function through the detachment, but I have little control in its activities as my brain acts on it's own accord. I am lost in a world that exists to people around me, but doesn't exist to me. I speak in pure form to myself, but others only see an enigma. I feel alone on a small island, where there is nothing around it. To me, it is the only object in the entire universe, the only object to support a crippled mind, the only object to fight mental illness. There exists no colors, no music, no arts, no entertainment, no sound, only thoughts of why I am here. I am a cyclone, in a vacuum of purple spirit, from which there is no escape.
Anyone got any ideas what it means?