SR 39: Where Every Post Is Oozing Happiness

You couldn't have just told us what album it was, James?  I had to go all the way to your last.fm page because you were being so dodgy.

Dodgy?

Andyman1125 wrote: moshkito: the movie reviewer with 30 years of experience http://www.progarchives.com/forum/forum_posts.asp?TID=79594&PID=4240130#4240130

Darkness belittles all that is good in me.
Morals die, evil starts to take over.
All sensual thoughts about women,
love and the living world flicker,
as the flame inside me dies.

I feel all kinds of sickness inside me,
not all painful;
Hatred, Malice and lots of flashes of death.
I see myself floating in The Styx,
watching all those people I have killed,
appearing from the dark depths.
Moaning.
Groaning.
Trying to grab me and pull me under.
They are bitter at me.

They may have lived a happy and good life,
but they have to go at some point don't they?

During the day I am a Lawyer.
I see every kind of person in the world.
Anaesthetised from all that I encounter.
Murderers, Rapists, Muggers, Felons,
Schizophrenics.
Schizophrenia...
Schizophrenia...

Can one be schizophrenic just in darkness?
Can one become affected by their daily work?

Schizophrenia...

Dual personalities.
Madness?  Confused?  Affected?

I kill for no reason, for no purpose,
for no goal, at night.
Why do I kill in the dark?
Tell me why.

Schizophrenia..

Geck0 - April/May 2005.


Well the hell was I mentally when I wrote this?

Actually, I remember when I wrote that.  It was in the student bar at University.  I rarely write on paper but this was one of the few.


And then there was this was this joyful ditty:

EMOtionally distant

There I am, sat on my chair, wondering.
Wishing for a miracle of coincidences.
In front of me is my computer, buzzing.
Then there is me, still on the chair.
In my world: cold, hungry and lonesome.
I stare, aimlessly, at nothing inparticular.
Wanting to do nothing, feeling isolated.
Who am I?
Defiantly wanting to be cured.  Normality.
Scared, defensive, wicked to an extent.
Satisfied at doing nothing.
I'm a failure, depressed failure.
Brain dead, no thoughts in my mind.
I continue to stare.
I struggle to live.
I struggle to love.
I struggle to breathe.
Death.  Turn out the lights please.
Silence, calmness, peace at last.

Geck0 - 8th November 2004.


Edited by James - July 28 2011 at 16:46

My list of midnight movies:

Due   
    Somewhere
    Let Me In
    Waiting for Superman
    Copie Conforme
    Ondine
    Predators
    L'Illusioniste
    Disappearence of Alice Creed
    The Boat That Rocked the Cradle
    Tree of Life
    Melancholia
    Friends with Benefits
    God of Love
    Triangle
    Biutiful
   
    Tarkovski lol

f**k.  Deep sh*t.



Swirling archangels crash and burn; trying to fly,
The lesser angels are in laughter, cherubs smile.
Defenceless against the evil thoughts of man,
All heavenly beings will soon crash and burn too;
To perish.  Angels, Seraphs and Cherubs, all spirits.
Man thinks not of green, but of crimson and black.

Blood red.
Dark, purile.  Dripping.
Tap.
Screams of pain.
Tap.
Screams of anger.
Tap.
Cries of laughter.
Tap.
They laugh at life;
They laugh at death.
A nefarious fiend is taking over.

Sliding...
Angels disappear into nothingness.
The never ending ramp of life, broken.
Nothing to arrive at except nothingness.
Bleak.  Empty.  Black.
A Spatial abyss.

All known light now fades.
Walls crumble, silence arrives.

Silence arrives abruptly.

God itself is now disturbed; it  feels uneasy.
It is sinking.  Its  empire collapsing around it.

Not dying, but metamorphosizing.
The once sexless, neutral personification.

Turning male, turning evil.  Eyes now glowing.
Piercing red eyes of death, focusing on one and all.
He is now completing his metamorphosis.

Limbo is no longer.
Heaven is no longer.
Even hell has gone.

This is far more evil than satan ever was.
Satan enjoyed his evil lifeforms.
The new personification of evil wants death.

He wants no living, he just wants our hearts to stop.
He won't even live long himself, he is not immortal.

He is as  mortal as we all were.
He just had the means to destroy us.
All of us.  Himself included.

Goodbye Earth.  Goodbye Life.

Geck0 - 20th March 2005.

Horizons wrote: Ricochet wrote: Austin, all your Flapjack avatars will remind me how awful cartoons have become.  Flapjack and Adventure Time are good cartoons. You're crazy man.

idk what the second one is. Flapjacks, I'd say, spawns from the Ed, Edd 'n' Eddy or The Grim Adventures of Billy & Mindy, with their ugly visuals/facials. Two things cut me for good from my Cartook Netwookr addiction: action-sequences galore and this kind of creepy expressionism. Both produced less and less memorable, or with substance, cartoon (characters).

Ricochet wrote: Horizons wrote: Ricochet wrote: Austin, all your Flapjack avatars will remind me how awful cartoons have become.  Flapjack and Adventure Time are good cartoons. You're crazy man. idk what the second one is. Flapjacks, I'd say, spawns from the Ed, Edd 'n' Eddy or The Grim Adventures of Billy & Mindy, with their ugly visuals/facials. Two things cut me for good from my Cartook Netwookr addiction: action-sequences galore and this kind of creepy expressionism. Both produced less and less memorable, or with substance, cartoon (characters).

Shred died.

Then again, you may have all sneaked in the LR. In which case, I'm going to kill you.