arobotnamedbernard

[arobotnamedbernard]

[arobotnamedbernard]

i am no longer defined by the strings of what people think of me. for most of my life i was defined by people. this funny comedic manic crazy person. i am not that anymore. i am me. i know its vain of me to think people actually think of me. i dont care if people think of me at all. i want them to forget me. im not that kid anymore. im a dark cynical bastard that hates the world and the people in it. i am the king of my little corner of the world. no one can touch me here between these 4 walls. i am safe and will massacre anyone who comea

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It is july 4th and i have come to the realization i wont make it to 2024. I keep looking back things that no longer exist. Ghost of my past. Regrets. Shameful moments. I can no longer see a future past next year. It is all black. The abyss will consume me. And i will let it. Because i have become death. The destroyer of worlds.

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I am finally free. No one can define me. All my relations have been cut. I have to rebuild myself. Piece by piece. For i have turned into someone i cant recognize. But i have never felt so powerful. Maybe i do not need to be put back together. The brokenness is who i am now and where i am now. This monster i have become is beautiful. Its eyes is as dark as the abyss. Its hair is flowing through the streets of blood. Its body is sculpted to resemble a god. Not a greek god. But the devil himself. The bringer of light. That is who i am.

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And so it is the path of the Prince of Darkness. He allows the monsters to envelope him. He has stopped fighting because he is to weary for such a long battle. He befriends the demons that has tormented him for half his life and has realized they were the only ones that was there for him. Cause he knows nothing could love such an abomination. Only monsters can see the beauty of suffering. Only the tainted can see the light in the darkness.

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“I see men assassinated around me every day. I walk through rooms of the dead, streets of the dead, cities of the dead; men without eyes, men without voices; men with manufactured feelings and standard reactions; men with newspaper brains, television souls and high school ideas…”

— Charles Bukowski

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“what you were will not happen again.”

— Charles Bukowski, On Love: For Jane

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― charles bukowski, raw with love

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“Too often, the only escape is sleep.”

— Charles Bukowski

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Charles Bukowski, Pulp

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“I’m no preacher but I can tell you this — the lives that people lead are driving them crazy and their insanity comes out in the way they drive.”

— Charles Bukowski (1920-1994) German-American author, poet

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“I remember awakening one morning and finding everything smeared with the color of forgotten love and I’ve memorized that too.”

— Charles Bukowski, Memory

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"-and then you were

in your old car

moving toward

your place,

your shackjob,

wondering

whether good times

or hell

awaited

you."

-Charles Bukowski, a good job

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“I remember awakening one morning and finding everything smeared with the color of forgotten love and I’ve memorized that too.”

— Charles Bukowski, Memory

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Excerpt from the short story The Curious Case of Benjamin Button” by F. Scott Fitzgerald

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It's a mood, the dogs of my sadness decided to bark at me today.

(Artwork by Liza Sivakova.)