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6 of Cups by RockNRollOccultist, journal

6 of Cups

Sep 7, 2023

The cards tell me it’s only for today. The nostalgia, looking through people’s galleries from the time when we all drew ourselves with cat ears and used XD unironically. I said I’d take any excuse, but the only one good enough was Roger. He turned 80 today. And the cards told me it was only for today. What wouldn’t I give for time to have stopped then? For my records, tapes, CD’s and DVD’s to remain and for the computer on my desk to convert into a desktop, or the clunky old laptop I broke with viruses when I was 12? For my mind, other than my obsessions with bands that were in their prime 50 years ago, to be “sparse as a halfway house” in the words of Dorian? For fanfics and fever dreams to occupy the staticky depths of my subconscious? My guitars, I suppose, I wouldn’t give. But that’s about it. Happy Birthday, Roger Waters.

cookie dough - jimmy slam poetry by taste--for--suicidal, literature

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cookie dough - jimmy slam poetry

I like cookie dough. Sure, maybe it isn’t healthy or safe for my body, but what’s the difference between cookie dough and a needle I’ve jabbed into my veins since I was fourteen? Cookie dough tastes like fucking gold on my tongue just like how those lonely tabs of ecstasy I would take until I was far too gone. While I was in therapy, I asked my counselor for any other option to get some pain that I couldn’t name out of my chest. They jokingly suggested I eat cookie dough until I felt numb, but that just reminded me of the countless nights my older brother would pound my chest into the mattress until I felt broken. Bu

Lightness by shaxpeerluver, literature

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Lightness

I feel like I won a lottery I won the neverending race It was waiting for me Just around the corner Suspiocious and frightened That's me no more Cause the times have changed Glad and delighted The words can never tell I won the life I live now Full of tears and crack ups The burden on my shoulders But I decide whether I want To be the martyr That's the life I choose I am the master of destiny Cause you can always give up I carry the reins which I couldn't see Now I know I can be the breathe

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Deviant for 6 years
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*some lyrics are explicit ~ not happy songs*

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- 𝒫𝒾𝓃𝓀 - 18 - 𝓃𝑜𝓃𝒷𝒾𝓃𝒶𝓇𝓎 - 𝓈𝑜𝒻𝓉 𝓂𝒶𝓈𝒸𝓊𝓁𝒾𝓃𝑒 - 𝐼𝒩𝐹𝒫 - 𝒯𝒶𝓊𝓇𝓊𝓈 𝓈𝓊𝓃 - 𝒜𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓈 𝓂𝑜𝑜𝓃 - 𝒶𝓇𝓉𝒾𝓈𝓉 - 𝓌𝓇𝒾𝓉𝑒𝓇 - 𝑔𝓊𝒾𝓉𝒶𝓇𝒾𝓈𝓉/𝒷𝒶𝓈𝓈𝒾𝓈𝓉/𝒷𝑒𝑔𝒾𝓃𝓃𝑒𝓇 𝓅𝒾𝒶𝓃𝒾𝓈𝓉 - 𝒾 𝒸𝒶𝓃'𝓉 𝓈𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝒽𝑒𝒸𝓀 - 𝒸-𝒫𝒯𝒮𝒟 [𝓈𝑒𝓁𝒻 𝒹𝓍] - 𝒶𝓃𝓍𝒾𝑒𝓉𝓎/𝓈𝑜𝒸𝒾𝒶𝓁 𝒶𝓃𝓍𝒾𝑒𝓉𝓎 [𝓈𝑒𝓁𝒻 𝒹𝓍] - 𝓇𝑒𝓈𝓉𝓇𝒾𝒸𝓉𝑒𝒹/ 𝒹𝒾𝓈𝑜𝓇𝒹𝑒𝓇𝑒𝒹 𝑒𝒶𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 - 𝓇𝑒𝒸𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒻𝓇𝑜𝓂 𝓈𝑒𝓁𝒻 𝒽𝒶𝓇𝓂 𝓉𝑒𝓃𝒹𝑒𝓃𝒸𝒾𝑒𝓈 - 𝓅𝑒𝓇𝓂𝒶𝓃𝑒𝓃𝓉𝓁𝓎 𝓉𝒾𝓇𝑒𝒹 - 𝒾'𝓋𝑒 𝒷𝑒𝑒𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝓇𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽 𝒽𝑒𝓁𝓁 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒾'𝓂 𝓈𝓉𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝑔𝑜𝒾𝓃𝑔 - 𝒹𝑜𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓂𝓎 𝒷𝑒𝓈𝓉 𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓃 𝒾𝒻 𝒾𝓉'𝓈 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝑔𝑜𝑜𝒹 𝑒𝓃𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓎𝑜𝓊 -

~~gw1: 156. gw2: 154.~~ gw3: 145. gw4: 140. gw5: 131. gw6: 125. ugw: 119.

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\\\𝘔𝘺 𝘉𝘔𝘐 𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺 23.0 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘪 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘷𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘶𝘭𝘢 ||| 𝘜𝘎 𝘣𝘮𝘪 19.9 [131 𝘭𝘣𝘴] ///

ᴄᴜʀʀᴇɴᴛ ʀᴇsɪᴅᴇɴᴄᴇ: sᴜʙᴜʀʙɪᴀ, ᴊɪɴɢʟᴇᴛᴏᴡɴ, ᴜsᴀ
ғᴀᴠᴏᴜʀɪᴛᴇ ɢᴇɴʀᴇ ᴏғ ᴍᴜsɪᴄ: ᴄʟᴀssɪᴄ ʀᴏᴄᴋ
ғᴀᴠᴏᴜʀɪᴛᴇ sᴛʏʟᴇ ᴏғ ᴀʀᴛ: ɢʀᴀᴘʜɪᴄ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ
sʜᴇʟʟ ᴏғ ᴄʜᴏɪᴄᴇ: ʙᴏᴍʙ
ғᴀᴠᴏᴜʀɪᴛᴇ ᴄᴀʀᴛᴏᴏɴ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ: ʜᴇʀᴏɪɴ ᴊɪᴍᴍʏ electricsorbet.deviantart.com/…
ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟ ǫᴜᴏᴛᴇ: "ɴᴏʙᴏᴅʏ's ᴘᴇʀғᴇᴄᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ɪ sᴛᴀɴᴅ ᴀᴄᴄᴜsᴇᴅ, ғᴏʀ ʟᴀᴄᴋ ᴏғ ᴀ ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ's ᴍʏ ʙᴇsᴛ ᴇxᴄᴜsᴇ."

Qυҽҽɳ, Lҽԃ Zҽρρҽʅιɳ, Pιɳƙ Fʅσყԃ, Dαʋιԃ Bσɯιҽ, Eʅƚσɳ Jσԋɳ, Gҽσɾɠҽ Mιƈԋαҽʅ, Tσɱ Pҽƚƚყ, Gυɳʂ N' Rσʂҽʂ, Jιɱι Hҽɳԃɾιx, Jαɳιʂ Jσρʅιɳ, U2, Rυʂԋ, Sσυɳԃɠαɾԃҽɳ, Nιɾʋαɳα, Bʅαƈƙ Cɾσɯҽʂ, Gɾҽҽɳ Dαყ, Fɾҽԃԃιҽ Mҽɾƈυɾყ ʂσʅσ, Cσυɳƚιɳɠ Cɾσɯʂ, Bαԃ Cσɱραɳყ, Wԋαɱ!, Pҽαɾʅ Jαɱ, αɳԃ ɱαɳყ ɱσɾҽ

Of A Gay Teenager's LoverConfessions of a Gay Teenager’s Lover
August 30, 2008
To his mother: Your son loves you so much. He loves to see you smile and it breaks his heart to know he made you cry. He wants you to accept him and love him like you used to. He wants you to hug and compliment me like you did his first and last girlfriend. He wishes you could see how much his heart breaks every time you turn your head away.
To his father: He loves you too. He wishes you would see him as something other than a wimp and a sissy. He wants to play basketball again with you. He wants to live underneath the same roof as you again. It hurts him worse when you call him a “fag” and slam the door in his face than when you punched him so hard in the eye, it was black for two weeks.
To his sister: He wonders how you can be so accepting and yet so close-minded at the same time. He thinks that you are slightly a coward for saying you are as liberal as you want to be and then turning away from it when your views hi hello, heaveni.
Inhale the cold bitter brittle air;
Sharp city lights are a painful kind
of beauty.
The sun's skinny dipping in
skyscraper silhouettes but
Darling, the moon is drowning.
ii.
Buildings tear open
starry-eyed indigo, I'm
stretching out ivory fingers on
an ivory piano;
There are eighth notes buried under my
fingernails and
My voice is caught in my throat.
iii.
Faded graffiti and flickering streetlights
decay under violent violet sky;
the kids all cry
and scream to the stars that
we're not blind,
they are.
iv.
We can see the celestial from here and
maybe if we stand on tip-toes we can
touch heaven,
We all know we're one lifetime away from it
but we don't know how far that is.
v.
Balancing on flatlines and
sleeping in hospital beds with the
bright
white
light
Maybe this is why nobody else can see.
Hello needle,
last time you sketched ink into my skin and
this time you're pouring it into my veins.
vi.
I can't remember the last time I performed
but I know that I was terrified,
Heavy red vel weeeoooooweeeeoooowweeeeoooo

This is what we live by
The jist of life itself.
Have fun, party, you only have so many years so do stupid things, take stupid drugs, have crazy sex and never let your soul go because your body is only a physical means of carrying your mind and soul through life
As loing as nothing damages your soul do all the crazy shit to your shell as you want.
God or whoever the fuck didn't put us here to sit on our asses and
and watch the tube or read about bad news
you got a problem then fucking do something about it
you depressed then drink a fucking bottle of syrup, wipe your face, and make it better
go love someone or give someone your umbrella or whatever the hell good sumeritans do I can't fucking spell sumaritans
but go have some fun while you last. do it. go. right now. yes you. all of you. get outta here.
this is what the deciples of whoever created rock live for. the buzz the excitement the accidentally getting too drunk before a gig. but no one cares because they're all in it with you.

end song ends on lostwhere do the tears go when i weep
where do they go i cannot keep
why am i crying?
these are not chords that i can sing
every time it only stings
there's nothing in me but left to cling
to songs that, forgotten, clip my wings
and no one's been harmful
no, not to me
but why am i pouring
all i can be
it's sad that i'm rhyming
when i'm
free
but here i am pining
just to be
a something for those who wish not
to be
a moment in writing
but here i am not
able to think or have steady
hands and that's not the reason
i'm so weak
my heart is on fire
i just can't
speak
the calling to darkness is
on my trail and
sniffing for flesh
that's sad and frail
and here i am shaking
with tucked-in tail
the world is hurting
and in my heart
the world is crushing
where do i start
how do all these people
fight every day
and struggle for reasons
to trudge through the fray
god willing, i sinner,
to have some say
in mercy on mercy
oh please, please
weakness is mine and i am soft
please let me save them
this grief is coffee grounds.in the beginning, beginning of time, beginning of space, beginning of life, you and him are the same. you are the dust from the same star, the start of each other but also the end. when you crash together, you become one another. when that very same star dies, you are both, in turn, separated into elements that would, in time, grow and change. that stardust becomes a soul, a long, long time from now, but until then, you are content to be, and not be, each other. made from the same thing, but different. your own, unique.
this is how you live your first life. your first life is also the rest of them.
in your second life, you never meet him.
everything is fresh and green. the animals are larger than you, and they have the same language. communication is nothing but touch, nowadays, though your tongue is starting to wrap around things that could be words. you know things, only a few though; we must hunt to survive; things are bett His HandsOh, he could melt your heart just saying, "Hello". His hands were continents and you could tell he played the piano if you let him rest his hand on your closed eyes. They were restless, trembling things, but there was a hum of energy and compassion always present that coursed from his fingertips.
I was there at his performance for his father's memorial service. The song he played was from a video game, a song of departure that even had a moment reflecting the exact point at which a soul passed from this world to the next. And here those who attended sat weeping in the sudden break in music after such a tremendous crescendo.
Years after the performance, he often and fondly told me that his father would always provide suggestions on how to improve the song, and the performance at the memorial was the best he had ever played.
I was there when the doctors told him the exact moment he'd die. Funny how far along technology has come, isn't it? All he did was breathe in slowly, and out, and in

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queen, green day, led zeppelin

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the one im trying to write

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FloydPinkPinkerton

Mar 13, 2019

time's up

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I'm leaving dA. nothing happened, just personal choice. im a private person and this isn't a private world and i don't want to be in it anymore. not deleting my account but not answering anything much anymore, sorry about that. I love u all muchly. - Peace out, it's been fun. Keep making music.