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Things I Expected from Legion: Trippy mindfuck of a show that tackles issues of perception and reality, maybe mental illness with some unknown degree of sensitivity, and a few cool mutant power scenes.

Things I Did Not Expect from Legion: *sobbing* But wHy would you tAKe awaY hIs pIE?!?!

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They're in an illusion created by David..... He's slowed down time and taken control of their minds simultaneously.

So I'm watching episode 6 of legion...

Can anyone tell me what the fuck is going on???? My heads mashed I feel like I need some sort of drug to understand it lol

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Roommate just walked in on me singin crazy in love to a grilled cheeze sandwich….

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Me 2 myself : stahp plz

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The war has started

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That awkward moment when selfish ppl meet other selfish ppl

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*looks in a mirror* you again

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Lyf punching me in d face

Me: Cn I gt sum fries wit dat

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For the hidden diaries in our computers. And why you should write, for yourself.

Soo the thing is in the world of words you are completely alone. Everything you write in here is yours and yours alone, nobody has the right to judge you here or silently conspire against you, form a bad opinion of you. They are literally asleep and blind. If you type something it is completely yours and yours alone. There is no rush here no distractions.

Because you can talk about your distractions as well.

It gives you that freedom. I mean come-on have you ever seen anyone’s computer diaries being read. like i know the govt. reads it and all but seriously why would the govt. be interested in the ramblings of a person they know would never do anything. And there are far too many of us who generally do nothing. If you go inside even three folders in your computer, like under an unspecified folder in your photos folder, you’ll have complete anonymity from the next person in front of you. Like have you ever heard --- oh so her mother found the diary in

C:\Users\knight\Pictures\birthday stuff 20something!!!!\story of my liiiiiiiife\my mother - A 10700 part essay on wtf.docx

No, right. So here is a place. It’s completely isolated if you have a quiet room with a working lock. Or a restaurant. And it’s all yours. Its magic and it’s all yours. So go in it and just explore. Write a story close to you. Write a story in outer space when the earth was accidentally destroyed for a bypass for an intergalactic highway. Just live there for a moment wherever you are. If you’re confessing or escaping it won’t care either way. It does not know you by your past present or future. It is completely blank. It is the artistic equivalent of a dance performance. Suspended in time, done just for those few moments isolated from this dimension. They exist as memories. You can use this as a phantom. Because if you’re a true writer there is a very big possibility that the things you want to even put on a blog are not even the 1% of the whole folder. You will record all things from random thoughts, indulge in distractions, to your version of your past, present or future. And if you’re able to meditate through it you might even exist in a place that questions the existence of past, present and future. Just getting there is exquisite because of the sense of self awareness and discovery that we’ve achieved. Because in the end it will exist. Your laptop may burn in a fire when you are dead but it will always exist. Because you were yourself in it. In the vast expanse of this maddening question our universe lives in, you as a singularity an object who is so perfectly disordered, your thoughts are unique. Because you are unique. There will never exist another like you, the way you saw the world truly understood it from your perspective with your sense of right and wrong, nobody will live that way but you. And you alone. So expressing that in any way whether it be song dance or words. They are the highest form of chaos we celebrate in.

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What Depression Is Actually Like

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short horror story: old picture of me 

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…James Delaney …