Pointless.

It was simply a topic, where I used a concept to apply into our current World. It is going to hell. Alarmingly so. Up to the point something isn't right. It keeps getting worse. Perhaps on a scale of incoming disasters.

Where seemingly no matter how it proceeds, it is becoming limbo.

Personally away from this I watched Dante's Inferno anime the other other night. It was cheesy, more like a computer game, despite its deeper sub layers. But it got me thinking, dunno why, was watching it in the background. Tried to read up on it. Watched the Moon Knight. It's been one of those weeks.

The current state globally where probability is almost becoming inevitable that a much larger conflict crash and dystopia occurs. It feels ominous. Like all that shit you knew about stuff is occurring and you cannot do anything about it because it's that rollercoaster ride to hell. Of course there's the same World outside. Like a bubble. It just go on often becoming worse. All nice an insulated wrapped in its increasing dystopia.

But I was hit like a tonne of bricks before making this topic. Tried to write shit. Tried making it a conspiracy. Saw a woman who reminded me so much of an old flame. Remarkably so. It was haunting. It wasn't her but why did she feel the same. Kiss, touch, height, tits. Not the eyes, per say, just the way they looked, or colour of hair. Song playing in the background, same, same. The way she felt. No it wasn't them because there's no other way in hell. It would be like some of that doppelganger shit, like twin peaks. That memory is too much. It wasn't at the time. Her time, perfect. I won't, can't go back. Have to make up an excuse or something. Because that's how it is. That other feeling. After I left, I saw how I would feel, everything in the interactions around me. I couldn't escape them. It felt crushing.

Dunno what I am escaping from. Why I had a second chance. The odds of my survival were less than 1 percent. Car crash at over 100 mph, they reckoned it was closer to 120 mph, the skid marks and doughnut were for a huge distance about something like a 100 meters. Impact on the driver side door into a lamp post, lamp post destroyed, but the driver door was bent in by one foot, the car was wrapped into a U, the steering wheel was more or less crumpled into the middle of the car, the driving seat was bent on the passenger seat, every single window shattered, the boot ripped off, the front was buckled in somekind of triangle.

Myself no real injury, minus a tendon in my leg, a few minor scars, no stitches. No recollection of it. Nothing. Just the anger and rage before it and waking up in hospital after it. Broke up, whose possessions are whose, police were involved, it was ridiculous. Party pals, chug chug, and the rest, it would have been enough to kill a horse. I shouldn't have drove. Mates shouldn't have let me. I remember saying shit, stupid shit to them. Anger, can't remember. Turned up, is all, hit the booze, and the rest. 90 minutes drive away, unless I drove like a cunt from hell, then I did it in 50 mins. Bam. She visited in hospital but gone. Years decade's have gone by.

Nothing, has been the same since. Not the World I knew. It has gotten worse. Keeps getting worse. Not my life in that way. It hasn't changed much. Just age. But no matter how I've aged there just seems to be this other background. It isn't good or bad, but limbo.

Drunk, said too much. Don't care. It doesn't matter. I just make shit up anyway.

Pointless.

It was simply a topic, where I used a concept to apply into our current World. It is going to hell. Alarmingly so. Up to the point something isn't right. It keeps getting worse. Perhaps on a scale of incoming disasters.

Where seemingly no matter how it proceeds, it is becoming limbo.

Personally away from this I watched Dante's Inferno anime the other other night. It was cheesy, more like a computer game, despite its deeper sub layers. But it got me thinking, dunno why, was watching it in the background. Tried to read up on it. Watched the Moon Knight. It's been one of those weeks.

The current state globally where probability is almost becoming inevitable that a much larger conflict crash and dystopia occurs. It feels ominous. Like all that shit you knew about stuff is occurring and you cannot do anything about it because it's that rollercoaster ride to hell. Of course there's the same World outside. Like a bubble. It just go on often becoming worse. All nice an insulated wrapped in its increasing dystopia.

But I was hit like a tonne of bricks before making this topic. Tried to write shit. Tried making it a conspiracy. Saw a women who reminded me so much of an old flame. Remarkably so. It was haunting. It wasn't her but why did she feel the same. Kiss, touch, height, tits. Not the eyes, per say, just the way they looked, or colour of hair. Song playing in the background, same, same. The way she felt. No it wasn't them because there's no other way in hell. It would be like some of that doppelganger shit, like twin peaks. That memory is too much. It wasn't at the time. Her time, perfect. I won't, can't go back. Have to make up an excuse or something. Because that's how it is. That other feeling. After I left, I saw how I would feel, everything in the interactions around me. I couldn't escape them. It felt crushing.

Dunno what I am escaping from. Why I had a second chance. The odds of my survival were less than 1 percent. Car crash at over 100 mph, they reckoned it was closer to 120 mph, the skid marks and doughnut were for a huge distance about something like a 100 meters. Impact on the driver side door into a lamp post, lamp post destroyed, but the driver door was bent in by one foot, the car was wrapped into a U, the steering wheel was more or less crumpled into the middle of the car, the driving seat was bent on the passenger seat, every single window shattered, the boot ripped off, the front was buckled in somekind of triangle.

Myself no real injury, minus a tendon in my leg, a few minor scars, no stitches. No recollection of it. Nothing. Just the anger and rage before it and waking up in hospital after it. Broke up, whose possessions are whose, police were involved, it was ridiculous. Party pals, chug chug, and the rest, it would have been enough to kill a horse. I shouldn't have drove. Mates shouldn't have let me. I remember saying shit, stupid shit to them. Anger, can't remember. Turned up, is all, hit the booze, and the rest. 90 minutes drive away, unless I drove like a cunt from hell, then I did it in 50 mins. Bam. She visited in hospital but gone. Years decade's have gone by.

Nothing, has been the same since. Not the World I knew. It has gotten worse. Keeps getting worse. Not my life in that way. It hasn't changed much. Just age. But no matter how I've aged there just seems to be this other background. It isn't good or bad, but limbo.

Drunk, said too much. Don't care. It doesn't matter. I just make shit up anyway.

Pointless.

It was simply a topic, where I used a concept to apply into our current World. It is going to hell. Alarmingly so. Up to the point something isn't right. It keeps getting worse. Perhaps on a scale of incoming disasters.

Where seemingly no matter how it proceeds, it is becoming limbo.

Personally away from this I watched Dante's Inferno anime the other other night. It was cheesy, more like a computer game, despite its deeper sub layers. But it got me thinking, dunno why, was watching it in the background. Tried to read up on it. Watched the Moon Knight. It's been one of those weeks.

The current state globally where probability is almost becoming inevitable that a much larger conflict crash and dystopia occurs. It feels ominous. Like all that shit you knew about stuff is occurring and you cannot do anything about it because it's that rollercoaster ride to hell. Of course there's the same World outside. Like a bubble. It just go on often becoming worse. All nice an insulated wrapped in its increasing dystopia.

But I was hit like a tonne of bricks before making this topic. Tried to write shit. Tried making it a conspiracy. Saw a women who reminded me so much of an old flame. Remarkably so. It was haunting. It wasn't her but why did she feel the same. Kiss, touch, height, tits. Not the eyes, per say, just the way they looked, or colour of hair. Song playing in the background, same, same. The way she felt. No it wasn't them because there's no other way in hell. It would be like some of that doppelganger shit, like twin peaks. That memory is too much. It wasn't at the time. Her time, perfect. I won't, can't go back. Have to make up an excuse or something. Because that's how it is. That other feeling. After I left, I saw how I would feel, everything in the interactions around me. I couldn't escape them. It felt crushing.

Dunno what I am escaping from. Why I had a second chance. The odds of my survival were less than 1 percent. Car crash at over 100 mph, they reckoned it was closer to 120 mph, the skid marks and doughnut were for a huge distance about something like a 100 meters. Impact on the driver side door into a lamp post, lamp post destroyed, but the driver door was bent in by one foot, the car was wrapped into a U, the steering wheel was more or less crumpled into the middle of the car, the driving seat was bent on the passenger seat, every single window shattered, the boot ripped off, the front was buckled in somekind of triangle.

Myself no real injury, minus a tendon in my leg, a few minor scars, no stitches. No recollection of it. Nothing. Just the anger and rage before it and waking up in hospital after it. Broke up, whose possessions are whose, police were involved, it was ridiculous. Party pals, chug chug, and the rest, it would have been enough to kill a horse. I shouldn't have drove. Mates shouldn't have let me. I remember saying shit, stupid shit to them. Anger, can't remember. Turned up, is all, hit the booze, and the rest. 90 minutes drive away, unless I drove like a cunt from hell, then I did it in 50 mins. Bam. She visited in hospital but gone. Years decade's have gone by.

Nothing, has been the same since. Not the World I knew. It has gotten worse. Keeps getting worse, not my life in that way. It hasn't changed much, just age. But no matter how I've aged there just seems to be this other background. It isn't good or bad, but limbo.

Drunk, said too much. Don't care. It doesn't matter. I just make shit up anyway.

Pointless.

It was simply a topic, where I used a concept to apply into our current World. It is going to hell. Alarmingly so. Up to the point something isn't right. It keeps getting worse. Perhaps on a scale of incoming disasters.

Where seemingly no matter how it proceeds, it is becoming limbo.

Personally away from this I watched Dante's Inferno anime the other other night. It was cheesy, more like a computer game, despite its deeper sub layers. But it got me thinking, dunno why, was watching it in the background. Tried to read up on it. Watched the Moon Knight. It's been one of those weeks.

The current state globally where probability is almost becoming inevitable that a much larger conflict crash and dystopia occurs. It feels ominous. Like all that shit you knew about stuff is occurring and you cannot do anything about it because it's that rollercoaster ride to hell. Of course there's the same World outside. Like a bubble. It just go on often becoming worse. All nice an insulated wrapped in its increasing dystopia.

But I was hit like a tonne of bricks before making this topic. Tried to write shit. Tried making it a conspiracy. Saw a women who reminded me so much of an old flame. Remarkably so. It was haunting. It wasn't her but why did she feel the same. Kiss, touch, height, tits. Not the eyes or hair. Song playing in the background. The way she felt. No it wasn't them because there's no other way in hell. It would be like some of that doppelganger shit. That memory is too much. It wasn't at the time. Her time, perfect. I won't, can't go back. Have to make up an excuse or something. Because that's how it is. That other feeling. After I left, I saw how I would feel, everything in the interactions around me. I couldn't escape them. It felt crushing.

Dunno what I am escaping from. Why I had a second chance. The odds of my survival were less than 1 percent. Car crash at over 100 mph, they reckoned it was closer to 120 mph, the skid marks and doughnut were for a huge distance about something like a 100 meters. Impact on the driver side door into a lamp post, lamp post destroyed, but the driver door was bent in by one foot, the car was wrapped into U, the steering wheel was more or less crumpled into the middle of the car, the driving seat was bent on the passenger seat, every single window shattered, the boot ripped off, the front was buckled.

Myself no real injury, minus a tendon in my leg, a few minor scars, no stitches. No recollection of it. Nothing. Just the anger and rage before it and waking up in hospital after it. Broke up, whose possessions are whose, police were involved, it was ridiculous. Party pals, chug chug, and the rest, it would have been enough to kill a horse. I shouldn't have drove. Mates shouldn't have let me. I remember saying shit, stupid shit to them. Anger, can't remember. Turned up, is all, hit the booze, and the rest. 90 minutes drive away, unless I drove like a cunt from hell, then I did it in 50 mins. Bam. She visited in hospital but gone. Years decade's have gone by.

Nothing, has been the same since. Not the World I knew. It has gotten worse. Keeps getting worse, not my life in that way. It hasn't changed much, just age. But no matter how I've aged there just seems to be this other background. It isn't good or bad, but limbo.

Drunk, said too much. Don't care. It doesn't matter. I just make shit up anyway.

Pointless.

It was simply a topic, where I used a concept to apply into our current World. It is going to hell. Alarmingly so. Up to the point something isn't right. It keeps getting worse. Perhaps on a scale of incoming disasters.

Where seemingly no matter how it proceeds, it is becoming limbo.

Personally away from this I watched Dante's Inferno anime the other other night. It was cheesy, more like a computer game, despite its deeper sub layers. But it got me thinking, dunno why, was watching it in the background. Tried to read up on it. Watched the Moon Knight. It's been one of those weeks.

The current state globally where probability is almost becoming inevitable that a much larger conflict crash and dystopia occurs. It feels ominous. Like all that shit you knew about stuff is occurring and you cannot do anything about it because it's that rollercoaster ride to hell. Of course there's the same World outside. Like a bubble. It just go on often becoming worse. All nice an insulated wrapped in its increasing dystopia.

But I was hit like a tonne of bricks before making this topic. Tried to write shit. Tried making it a conspiracy. Saw a women who reminded me so much of an old flame. Remarkably so. It was haunting. It wasn't her but why did she feel the same. Kiss, touch, height, tits. Not the eyes or hair. Song playing in the background. The way she felt. No it wasn't them because there's no other way in hell. It would be like some of that doppelganger shit. That memory is too much. It wasn't at the time. Her time, perfect. I won't, can't go back. Have to make up an excuse or something. Because that's how it is. That other feeling. After I left, I saw how I would feel, everything in the interactions around me. I couldn't escape them. It felt crushing.

Dunno what I am escaping from. Why I had a second chance. The odds of my survival were less than 1 percent. Car crash at over 100 mph, they reckoned it was closer to 120 mph, the skid marks and doughnut were for a huge distance about something like a 100 meters. Impact on the driver side door into a lamp post, lamp post destroyed, but the driver door was bent in by one foot, the car was wrapped into U, the steering wheel was more or less crumple into the middle of the car, the driving seat was bent on the passenger seat, every single window shattered, the boot ripped off, the front was buckled.

Myself no real injury, minus a tendon in my leg, a few minor scars, no stitches. No recollection of it. Nothing. Just the anger and rage before it and waking up in hospital after it. Broke up, whose possessions are whose, police were involved, it was ridiculous. Party pals, chug chug, and the rest, it would have been enough to kill a horse. I shouldn't have drove. Mates shouldn't have let me. I remember saying shit, stupid shit to them. Anger, can't remember. Turned up, is all, hit the booze, and the rest. 90 minutes drive away, unless I drove like a cunt from hell, then I did it in 50 mins. Bam. She visited in hospital but gone. Years decade's have gone by.

Nothing, has been the same since. Not the World I knew. It has gotten worse. Keeps getting worse, not my life in that way. It hasn't changed much, just age. But no matter how I've aged there just seems to be this other background. It isn't good or bad, but limbo.

Drunk, said too much. Don't care. It doesn't matter. I just make shit up anyway.

Pointless.

It was simply a topic, where I used a concept to apply into our current World. It is going to hell. Alarmingly so. Up to the point something isn't right. It keeps getting worse. Perhaps on a scale of incoming disasters.

Where seemingly no matter how it proceeds, it is becoming limbo.

Personally away from this I watched Dante's Inferno anime the other other night. It was cheesy, more like a computer game, despite its deeper sub layers. But it got me thinking, dunno why, was watching it in the background. Tried to read up on it. Watched the Moon Knight. It's been one of those weeks.

The current state globally where probability is almost becoming inevitable that a much larger conflict crash and dystopia occurs. It feels ominous. Like all that shit you knew about stuff is occurring and you cannot do anything about it because it's that rollercoaster ride to hell. Of course there's the same World outside. Like a bubble. It just go on often becoming worse. All nice an insulated wrapped in its increasing dystopia.

But I was hit like a tonne of bricks before making this topic. Tried to write shit. Tried making it a conspiracy. Saw a women who reminded me so much of an old flame. Remarkably so. It was haunting. It wasn't her but why did she feel the same. Kiss, touch, height, tits. Not the eyes or hair. Song playing in the background. The way she felt. No it wasn't them because there's no other way in hell. It would be like some of that doppelganger shit. That memory is too much. It wasn't at the time. Her time, perfect. I won't, can't go back. Have to make up an excuse or something. Because that's how it is. That other feeling. After I left, I saw how I would feel, everything in the interactions around me. I couldn't escape them. It felt crushed.

Dunno what I am escaping from. Why I had a second chance. The odds of my survival were less than 1 percent. Car crash at over 100 mph, they reckoned it was closer to 120 mph, the skid marks and doughnut were for a huge distance about something a 100 meters. Impact on the driver side door into a lamp post, lamp post destroyed, but the driver door was bent in by one foot, the car was wrapped into U, the steering wheel was more or less crumple into the middle of the car, the driving seat was bent on the passenger seat, every single window shattered, the boot ripped off, the front was buckled.

Myself no real injury, minus a tendon in my leg, a few minor scars, no stitches. No recollection of it. Nothing. Just the anger and rage before it and waking up in hospital after it. Broke up, whose possessions are whose, police were involved, it was ridiculous. Party pals, chug chug, and the rest, it would have been enough to kill a horse. I shouldn't have drove. Mates shouldn't have let me. I remember saying shit, stupid shit to them. Anger, can't remember. Turned up, is all hit the booze, and the rest. 90 minutes drive away, unless I drove like a cunt from hell, then did it in 50. Bam. She visited in hospital but gone. Years decade's have gone by.

Nothing, has been the same since. Not the World I knew. It has gotten worse. Keeps getting worse, not my life in that way. It hasn't changed much, just age. But no matter how I've aged there just seems to be this other background. It isn't good or bad, but limbo.

Drunk said too much. Don't care. It doesn't matter. I just make shit up anyway.