My score on The Brain Impedance Test:

No Impedance
(your blockage:35% sexual22% emotional31% metaphysical)


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It occurs to me that I might be insane.
But maybe were all insane.
What is this feeling that I have today?
Happiness?
Why does foreign state evoke suck paranoia?
Surely no beast waits patiently for my foot to stumble.
Can't I enjoy this?
Obviously I do not know myself very well.
And if were all insane, what pray tell is sanity, why the hell must we bump ( Read more... )

To realize the everlasting truth in life is a daunting task, undertaken only by those with just the right touch of self-loathing, and insanity to trigger the obsessive thought patterns that will in the eventuality of life ring true.
I of course refer to the intricate connections of man.
We are never alone or seperated, what we do, what every last ( Read more... )

Where is it?
That eternal flaw that has begun to marr the surface of myself?
I have begun to slip from my anchor, in truth I was always too proud, I did not succumb to trivial teenage strife, it was not neccessary for me to dull my senses to live my life.
But I am slipping, all my fine morals are shrinking from the black bliss of the future.
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I heard the voices of the believers reach up, and felt them hit the roof.
God did not hear them, even if only to disregard them.
There belief touched my soul in its futility; they looked up not at an indifferent God, but at nothing.
This revelation shook me, God has never been a true question of belief, just something that is, but today I felt the ( Read more... )

Here I am again.
In negative Ashley space, drifting blindly.
I don’t know what’s wrong, there’s never anything wrong.
It’s just time for a down shift.
I am just lonely.
It is my natural state, but every so often it resurfaces and I hurt, in that blank empty way that would make me a cutter if I were weak-minded, if I hated myself.
Why must I amplify ( Read more... )

Hello.
In this life there are no excuse.
There is always a choice even if the choice is only death.
I hear the screeching of everyday life, the little insecurities, the hatred, the need for attention.
In fact I am not immune.
It is something inside myself that I must kill.
But it does not like to be stepped on, it is my ingrained visual self.
The ( Read more... )

I feel so alone. My voice is everything. I have a compulsion to answer, it is my obedience factor, it cannot be helped. My self rightious shouting silenced. I have forced myself apart from those whom I value. Truthfully I consider it a test, of them, and of myself. We shall all fail. What am I to these people, what are they to me? Filler, in the ( Read more... )

Where the fuck is god? Who was the last prophet to walk the earth? Jesus. The man, the deity, maybe. The world has grown old and become cynical. We are the decrepit Rome, waiting to be felled. We bow before insecurity, and complain, if only God could stop the complaints. Maybe Neitchze was right, maybe God is dead. How do we know that he was ever ( Read more... )