I have been writing all my life. I did that in ten minutes to get through a panic attack.


If you like that one read this one.


enternal growing from the seeds that sprouted from within. Past picture frame coming to life within a poleroid of today's most trivial endevours. Feelings of entitlement growing from the cracks of what my persona has known, these new memories, stressful though they may be, are breaching into psychal drummings of a well oiled chain snapping from the gear it had always known, the one that gave ideas to a turning diome of inner thoughts spilling into the stream.

One can dream, one can scheme, one can overlay ideas then metamorph into a collision already underway. Soperhaps not today, though i must say, i can feel the eye being to far to hope. Let us dream that one day the puzzled will be done. two hundred and fifty pieces constructing into a haven, a haven that never cires for the score. The soundtrack that had the cartrige broken into a thousand tiny orbs, something that the neices and nephews had once held so dear. Now a collision of arts, but favoring the moment , let's us decide what we will do

Hello, my name is erik. a DJ from Fresno California

So I have been on a pretty insane regiment of pills over the last 2 years. Very strong ones, all legal. Here is something i wrote saying that it was enough and i was sick of taking them because i was guilted into it by my family.







http://djerikzero.deviantart.com/#/d42cr39

-ChemicalCluster****-
Familiar toast of the improper dose, the facade was cast overruling reality’s half lit scripts, by feeding lines to the overeager will informed vast. Mistake one, statistical note, continuing on, deeper into personal scorn. Take center stage with your body as wage, personal but rash decisions to help subdue the storm, the colossal damage is done all by external forms. Shame on me, Statistics count on, Greeted by the eye of the storm so seemingly bright, almost warm.
As the sun rises, minds change, even quicker and with force. Guardians of intent, pushing me back into the RX convent, preaching that the pills devoured with clockwork forms, will send me to mental bliss. Hit and miss.
Further back, out of the intention of the stage. A lust for trust, but the chemicals override logic because of the momentary joy felt spree, acted out with such a performance, that all doubts would flee.
Back in the present, mentally, physically, most importantly the equilibrium of life falling to its knees. Either this, or that, pick your poison for a glimpse of bliss, before once again history will take me, rape me, and laugh. The poison is the solution, but the solution won’t last, after all, life is just one person being cast.

Any fans of Electronica? My life is pretty much based around this music.

That's true. It's just been over 6 years. starting to get to me

You know, i never really lose any sensibility when i'm drinking. Hell, sometimes i'm worse like that.

Hello everyone.

made this because i am shy to the nines, and it's pretty hard for me to meet people.

I have been single for quite sometime now. I am extreamly caring, loving and a gentle person. But for years on end i was mistreated by almost everyone I had ever know. The end result was me becoming withdrawn, and shy to a extreamly high level. I can meet someone and talk to them, but anything further that that is extreamly hard for me to get to. Any advice?