paranoiawilldestroy
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So... not gonna lie. Found some ai music software online and started running poetry through it. My likes.
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Eh. Calmed down a bit lol. Book is on, gimmie 4 weeks or so. Was self sabotaging all this time. Brains are weird.
On that note...
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So is anxiety (couldn't help being a total dick, and that goes for anyone who knows an afflicted person too). So is depression. So is psychosis.
Burn a light in all your windows. I don't know the truth. I just spent a long time fixating on emotions, and had a broken, frustratee heart. There's always tomorrow though.
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Ah k. Lol. See you at Glastonbury or whatever lol. Btw true sight is quite the adjustment
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Ah fuck. You're OK. You've lived through this. And I need your help. My phone numbers in my password. That's what my playlist is getting at.
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K. Need to get rid of that cunt first. The curse wait lol
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OK so the greatest medical minds on the planet can't solve this problem. Meds block it.
This is all I got to go on:
https://music.apple.com/gb/playlist/soul-asylum/pl.u-JPAZEk9CWb8peq?ls
Predates recent events again (the playlist). Dunno what else I can do right now except recover my wits after that horrifying experience. And try and escape the yoke...
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I have no idea if this book is even my idea, 2bh. Will it do more harm than good? I'm pretty sure it will have the intended effect on some people. But if world medical establishments are unaware of the consequences for those individuals, it'll just sow chaos, and people will point the finger. Especially after these posts. It doesn't help that I can't do anything other than doubt this. Dismiss an ancient Aztec curse through a novel, and then prepare people to withstand angry African spirits long enough to get medical help?
What if there's no health care provision for those people? What about a global Abilify shortage? People might die. I can't do this.
Back to plan B. I'll write it, but it ain't for general consumption, not yet. Maybe not ever. I'm sorry the world is too fucked up for me to write about it.
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Fuck I literally know nothing other than that this might be a thing, how to heal oneself... And what awaits. But what the fuck is it? Any friendly psychiatrists even half convinced by this? Does it make any sense to what we know about mental illness progression? Mysticism aside?
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Probably the silliest question I've ever asked. Guess I'll be studying psychology (unguided haha), writing a book, raising a son, a newborn, learning the fundamentals of synthesisers (can't sing over the top of or write music to otherwise), defending myself from rampant maniacs, and keeping my wife happy. Oh! I've a full time job too. And a mountain of debt, like every other bastard (credit being a form of systematic control, thanks Margaret Thatcher). I'm fucked. And I'll have to dodge an extended stay with the NHS. Could the CIA be an issue, at this stage? Hmm. I'm definitely fucked.
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Ah fuck, it's no that daft is it? Besides I smoked a doober and my anti ps ain't fully active yet.
OK how about this. Touch my family, you wyrd fucker and I'll make you suffer torments like you cannot imagine. I'll not rest. And if you send any psychos round my gaff you prove my fucking point, and I'm fae Glasgow. I'll rip their eyes out.