Galaxy Next Door: Contest: Diablo 3 guest pass giveaway 
Interested in Diablo III but don’t want to spend $60/£39.99 just to find out your PC can’t run the game or even worse it’s just not your type of game? Then you’re in luck, as we’re giving away 2 Diablo III guest passes which will allow you play a good portion of ACT 1, giving you a…
They say we are asleep more then we are awake. Well not nearly enough. I cant take being awake, actively thinking. I can’t do it, it’s like drowning without ever being near the water. I can’t breath at times, I freak out, think noting is okay. And really, nothing is okay. There’s nothing left here for me, I hate this place. Every seen it all here, I don’t want anymore. I want to sleep, I want to hibernate for a very long time. Forever? And even in this time of spring I cannot find the strength inside me to fake a smile, fake a good mood. It kills me to think. Literally. I find myself wandering through out my house, wandering through out the city, like a ghost, homeless. The now hallow husk and shell of a once lively animal. To think about it now even sleeping doesn’t help. I’m plagued by vivid and lengthy dreams in which I engage with her, as if nothing happened. Those dreams are the worst and even now I can recall every single one and the exact night that they occurred upon. Waking up is the hardest thing to do. Sit up in bed, feel the morning, then, like a tidal wave it smashes into me, forcing me back into the bed, desperately and frantically seeking sleep. Where have you gone my old friend? Please, take me back into you realm of joy, make me forget the real world. I would do anything to see the smile appear once more on your face.
It was like I was driving along a perfect, flat highway and the out of seemingly nowhere a wall pops up and I smash flat into it. I’m dead. I find my self wandering in and out of rooms, through out this stupid little city, like a ghost. The hallow shell of a once lively animal. And it’s not like I was fully depending on you, it might have been fine if it had not come out of nowhere, smashed me, thrown me out of my built up heaven, the angel falling from his home, now turned to Satan. His separation anxiety killing and forming him into what he is. And now waking up is the hardest thing to do. Reality is a living nightmare, a hell that only sleep can bring me away from. They say we are asleep more then we are awake. Well not even hardly enough. I wish I could hibernate, sleep for a long time. Forever? But it doesn’t matter, I’m left as road kill, flat, insides plastered on the ground, dead.
Faire un plan.: I Know I Killed Some
I couldn’t speak
It was over and deep
Now my love of life is gone
Blanche, Noir et bleu
The only colors I seem to view
It was true love indeed
But with perceptions at ease
Each breathe taken is burdened
With the necessity
Of keeping my brain in reprieve
Oh believe you me
It’s a fight to…
This is Mrs. Twoface as I like to call her, one of the must unhappy and feral kitties the world has ever seen…
(Source: ianbrooks)
(Source: corexplosion)
Conart graff experiment… updated by “14BOLT” on Flickr.
Revised for print by “14BOLT” on Flickr.
(Source: teevil, via justinrampage)
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