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Girls Like Me - Comment Blackout

Girls Like Me Music Video Link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FJ66D7TcEWU

Moral of the story:

Go full in

I’m still confused

It’s crazy what they do to me

Not gonna take chances on that

My soul’s not ready to accept this yet

Prettier than I’ll ever be

A name or a question

Essay Blackout - My Greatest Happiness

It’s difficult to think

Especially when it comes to the self

The feeling of pleasure or contentment

Understanding had me thinking different

What makes me?

Even with the difference, I still struggle

It’s not the self that makes me.

Essay Blackout - A Favorite Place

Introduction

My favorite world, if I thought about it, would be Old, scratched up, cheap, and built myself. It’s got the feel of an aged house, Spiderwebs and dust, Plenty of bobbles and clutter. It smells like home, Dirt, coffee, black-cherry candles, and stew.

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I always hit my knees on the drawer full of papers I never look at, For a long time I found comfort in it. But lately, the companionship I find there doesn’t satisfy. I found myself lingering, it’s only out of habit. An old addiction, photos I don’t care about being relief from withdrawal.

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Of course, it’s always relaxing to collapse. I’m only there for people I’ve met a long time ago. I have been gravitating towards the tangible. I’ve been going out and finding my escape.

Essay Blackout - Sopapillas

A lot changes when you’re high on too many painkillers. 

An abnormal pain, 

Who is going to stop you? 

No choice but to comply. 

Set off. 

I stumbled through the glass doors, 

Anxious of that craving.

An awkward fool,

I had been ranting on the ride there. 

There is one disappointment in life, 

I’ve tried to look for better, 

And never succeeded.

Test Blackout - Mother 11/21/19

That was Not what I expected This is completely different

Struggling And can’t see a way out of it Addiction

Painting pictures of lives to figure out their own Trying to put it together Reaching out to everyone

Someone trying to imitate And never getting it right Pages in a story, learning to live again

Just recently lost Not ready to move on Looking through old photos of dead

One at a time

Journal 11/23 Blackout 

I’ve done some self-reflection. 

I know I’m angry because 

I have nothing 

I don’t think I really ever try hard enough. 

 I can blame myself

attention. 

It’s like an animal

you’re more likely to catch it when you hunt it. 

You can keep it only when you kill it. 

I’m a softer person, 

I’m soft and meek and 

I hide behind cruel words and blood gods. 

I can’t hurt anyone, 

I am soft

but what good can come out of softness? 

I won’t get what I want,

you have to seek opportunity,

not just wait for it to come to you. 

To catch an animal, you have to hunt it, 

to be a hunter, is to be bold. 

Monster in the Streets (2) Blackout 

It’s an interesting thing, hiding

I can see people out there, 

A mask has passed, 

each round makes me tense

I don’t know what to make of myself 

It would’ve been better to stay home

There’s no good 

It leaves me ashamed

Can I defend myself? 

I’m hiding 

In it

Waiting for the world to end

Personal Journal 11.5 Blackout

a person of pure faith in religion rather than of science and medicine. I don’t know if she has willingly lied or if that is what she’s been taught.

a matter of which side you’re looking from trouble for such a thing

crafted not by a priest but by a poor foreigner, seen as simple heresy,

if gifts given by God can be made by man, what point is there to believe in Him?

Journal 11/24 Blackout

I’m terribly lonely  A source of artificial joy Alcohol or philosophy  A suitable replacement 

No real love Fine enough as it is Don’t think he really cares A friend of a friend 

An acquaintance Who I’ve made the mistake of  Getting too intimate with Just someone who has desire

the desire to forget  I suppose I make due With tendencies,  What a sad life.

Sake Text Blackout - Diamonds

Feathers Fall Into Dirty Streets - Blackout

We speak with the clear voice of the truth. We reject that false dream and wake up.

Monsters live amongst us.

Those that are forsaken For their thirst

They wear armour of fear They say that their motives are fair and just

Monsters feed amongst us

A shadow twisted and sick, Maintaining itself on power. It wont stop at anything until it is dominant.

Monsters hunt amongst us.

This is a wake up call Your blood will cover the streets.

They still betray

Your time is slipping from your hands.

Stand for freedom and joy, For your rights. For your happiness.

You are not alone.

Together, we will vanquish the monsters that are amongst us.

Discord Blackout 6/27/2020 - Champion

Primal Champion

The only bloodline Turning into stone

The one who usually knows Is there a dependency?

Is there a written form?

Woven into a coven Obtain a ticket for privilege

Old Fayth Patronage

Orders unlimited and old

Turned to Stone

Would you be allowed to speak?

A Champion Old and Forgotten

Payed with illegal blessing

Name the Spirit Name the Body

Old God Made of Denial and incantation

Rage for the forgotten

Rules

Don’t expect The old linger Of discord

Scarring Relevant to setting

Doubt, reach to time

Pleased as staff found of abuse

Removed from offending

Volatile, not to be discussed

Hello, @purgatorypoetry​, I hope you don’t mind, but I did a blackout of our little conversation on my ‘Welcome’ poem.

Transcript for all that need/want it:

I feel so much This sort of New arrival to the world

A person born Pieces vivid and unique

(‘wonder climbs’) My perceived implication of The lonely and alien

A world so distant In spite of such beauty

I dont know if I came close

Sell me this world Like snake oil

Come problems Here, To the land of promises

Will I find beauty Or will I be more of the same?

Announcements

Eerily quiet… Command broken Much harder then need be

Impossible to see Trouble in hand

Masks suggest release See the picture

Events

Celebration will be welcome See Salvation

Small honor in recovery

Decide This is the last call

Decide The final stand

Remember home

Help

They need to be cut down Cut down

Change over time Indefinitely

Keel over and die Not in prime

Lifespan: 0 Years At the verge of death

Heart, A failure

Rare, realistic, Change, Rebuild

Discover the blind Use it for gain

On the limit Too much

I am wrong Memory is telling me of death, immortal

General

For all, For a better tomorrow,

Voice, Banished

I, rotten flesh

Heal if wounded,

I, rotten flesh

Some still wander the forests

Sitting abandoned, Wild, wandering

The feeling it evokes, A blank page

It was observing from shadow

Continue on Like what you said

Life gone, How long we

SUFFER FAIR SOULS

End it here

Jokes

I got ten goats I am worth 6

Which is great, I thought there was going to be fortune

Looking wistfully to the sea Gods’ debut a disaster film

God, drunk In my heart

Angry oblivion

I trust an earthquake And outlaws

Bite out a curse I am hunted

For why, Old, disgusting

The yolk of Mythic Sitting

Forced to apologize To a dead bird in the sky

Heroes

I can barely keep track Of 100 lines

1 1 5 In the end, It’s just personal

A universe of 100 books An intervention, A problem

A problem

Several hundred Limit, taken to the extreme

Equal to a city’s population

A nation of 100 questions, Ignored