The slicing instinct to inspire a slight hint of self harming escapism lingers at the border of a week beyond the reach of sanity, such glorious promise sells itself on the joyless maniacal expressionism of lost mortality, where the droning continuation of mortality has the limited appeal of an ineffective survival wish when glaringly faced with the bleak winter face of unhappy life. One reads logical readiness to throw away in a most discarding fashion the gift granted yet ill conceived in evolving years….
This is going dark quickly!
I would hope to protest the manifest levels of something to redeem my Shakespearian state of lesser motivation, below the drowning tides of a mind lost ocean that floods mine exsistance with the sorrowful waves of crap to purely drive me insane.
I think I’m just a few levels of in a dark mood at the mo, going to either run it out, hopefully not into ditch! Yes I find that funny, go figure, or I’ll somehow break the mood of current depressive shades.
If I don’t post anything in a few days, enjoy the wake, I’m part Irish so may as well give all a chance to get pissed drunk, if I do post in a few days… Not going to predict how many Anti-depressants and rope store avoidance tactics are required but stock up!