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A journal?
What do you want, the story of my life? You wouldn't believe me if I told you & you'd be better off that way, too. Forget the past, look towards the future...
Big ups to all them dA writers keeping it positive around here!
Partygoers tragically trampled at Astroworld :(
Stuff like this used to happen in the UK and all over Europe decades and decades ago. It happened a lot! Football games would get so overfilled and crowds would be so huge that they would just keep filling the venue and filling the venue until folks were being pressed together so hard that they couldn't breathe. Imagine being a part of a crowd so insanely crowded that your elbows are pinned against your sides and every time you exhale, you can't inhale because the space you lost when the air left your body was instantly squished full by the squeeze of the bodies around you. Imagine being about to pass out from lack of oxygen only to have your feet lift off the ground as you are carried in a huge shift as something breaks, some support or bleacher beam on the other side of the stadium giving out and the sudden shift causes a wave of people to be yanked sideways and down to the ground, the people around them falling in to the empty hole and covered by layers of humans who just feel
Devious Journal Entry
Oftentimes my brain...(subconsciously?)...pops a song into the background of my thoughts. No typical earworm, this song will usually seem extra grounded in my reality at that time. It can be any song but when I hear it & I dissect the lyrics into bits and bytes I find those bits and bytes correlate intricately with the major topics & subjects of whatever I am doing or going through right then. When I say right then, I mean it can sometimes feel as though all of reality, everything my mind is juggling, all of it gets masterfully blended through a slightly skewed prism of unexplainable nature. What emerges is what went in, only it h
Apparently this is a thing that drives folks mad
Copy pasted straight from its page at UrbanDictionary.com, it's Gang Stalking! Yes, Gang Stalking, hyped up by weirdos enough to make you think it's bullshit but deep down, deep deep deep down there in our heart of hearts we all kind of know that the logic of this kind of clandestine terrorist-ish mob attack strategy is very much rooted in reality. If somebody actually decided to do this kind of shit to another human being, that human being would absolutely be decimated into a thing that is socially dead. This is real enough if you disregard the unprovable bits such as EMF weapons and other unsavory conspiracy theorist mumbo jumbo. If jus
Proof that happy people are slippin'
So the other day on a day like a million days before I found myself driving home from Tallahassee. I was a bit hungry and my back had been cramped into the driving position for far too long so I wasn't exactly what you'd consider the happiest of fuckers. Music soothes the homicidal driver so I was flipping through the local radio stations. Somewhere a unicorn giggled and -SHAZAM!- this unnaturally infectious bastard of a song called "Happy" by Pharrell Williams was born. It shined out of my car speakers like sunshine.
First of all, you gotta listen to it to understand the power it possesses...
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y6
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I know this is old, but I cannot make sense of my own life story. I remember things that I know did not happen.