Misinformed

[Sepia]

You get that feeling when the drugs rush out of your system, that's when you define it and how it works on you and your mind. You'll always remember the emptiness after the first day, drunk on what was found in your parents' cupboards and you're young so you fear you've lost something substantial. As the years pass by it doesn't really matter. It ends and you don't feel it anymore, it's with you every day and night for you keep displacing these things, no longer knowing why you had them in the first place or what their original purpose was. When your friends leave town and you're left, feeling left behind in the tropical summer heat that keeps you awake as you scribble down your thoughts on paper, realizing the paper is worth less with your own thoughts on it than something blank.

Here, fear might grip you. You get stuck in that train of thought. Something blank is more worth to this world than something scrawled upon. We hoped we were living in a different world, that what we always saw was something we could deselect and not use. Something that only mattered to us if we chose so, giving intellect the reins over emotion but the people we once wished would end in hell when their time came will but we will come after them and play in their bands, sit in on their auditions and we'll hang with them in the cafes and bars, we'll discuss until the coffee goes cold and the beer gets warm.

Clarity of mind is now reserved for the days we only drink white and we fall in love as often as we want as we drink the red. We're not alcoholics but it's easier when everyone else does the choosing for us. Our crutch here in life as we wait for a meteor to hit the mall we linger by daily or for someone to say something profane so we can ridicule. We do not wish to be clear in our heads, we can't look at this world with a clear head, with no substances altering our taste for the world or ourselves. It would've been easier if we knew we were damned and beyond repair where we could just end it with a remnant of pride swelling in our bellies but we are not damned and we are not the devil's henchmen. We are angels doing angelic work, toiling and sweating for that tiny sliver of hope and redemption that will not come.

[BadBeast]

 :mittens:On form, as usual.

[P3nT4gR4m]

Sometimes Sepia, when I read your shit, it communicates something to me, like I understand how you feel real clearly. It's like I've learned something. Other times, like this, it's like you reached inside my soul and tore something out I didn't even realise was there and then just flung it up on the screen where it mocks my own wretchedness.

Now I've got that fucking Joan Baez song stuck in my head again

[BadBeast]

Sometimes Sepia, when I read your shit, it communicates something to me, like I understand how you feel real clearly. It's like I've learned something. Other times, like this, it's like you reached inside my soul and tore something out I didn't even realise was there and then just flung it up on the screen where it mocks my own wretchedness.

Now I've got that fucking Joan Baez song stuck in my head again

Exorcise the inner Hippy, before it's too late!  I'd Suggest 20 minutes of the Anti Nowhere League. (Worked for me)

[Dimocritus]

Very good, as usual!

Sometimes Sepia, when I read your shit, it communicates something to me, like I understand how you feel real clearly. It's like I've learned something. Other times, like this, it's like you reached inside my soul and tore something out I didn't even realise was there and then just flung it up on the screen where it mocks my own wretchedness.

Now I've got that fucking Joan Baez song stuck in my head again

this ^

Exorcise the inner Hippy, before it's too late!  I'd Suggest 20 minutes of the Anti Nowhere League. (Worked for me)

That would do the trick! We actually opened for them a few months back. It was awesome. Well, the parts I remember, anyhow.