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I feel like a near extinct, unknown species.
I often don't like myself. I feel like I'm 10,000
Years old.
…Like I lived longer then I was ever meant to.
I lived longer then I ever should have.
Was there ever any people that thought like I think?
I wonder does anyone else feel this way?
How am I suppose to feel?
How am I suppose to think?
Is the way that I am, anything close to; "Normal"?
Was I born this way? Did I somehow do this to myself?
I'm forever changing, but it only seems like
I just get more intense.
I enjoy the experience of life, at the same time it often makes me uncomfortable.
It feels like a strange drug. One I don't like the effects of. I'm aware I'm under the influence of this, "Drug"… and I really can't wait for it to wear off.
…But I'm not on a fuckin' drug. The feeling is not going to wear off. It must be dealt with.
I don't like the company of hardly any of the other humans around me.
I don't like being made to feel I have to pretend.
I can't speak my mind.
…and no matter how much I try to look like them,
No matter how much I keep my mouth shut.
These feather less, fur less, scale less, gross
Combination of all animals combined…
They seem to smell, 'Different" on me.
They don't understand quite what it is.
I don't really understand quite what it is?
I only know I'm different.
The other humans dislike and even fear what they don't understand.
So I stay away from contact with them as much as possible.
I live in the infinite cage that is in my mind.
I have my books. My Art, my Music.
I have a few very beautiful intelligent people that love me a lot, just like I am.
I'm grateful for them.
They pulled the suicide card out of my deck.
I live to grok with them, and all else that lives.
R. Allen 2009
I feel like a near extinct, unknown species.
I often don't like myself. I feel like I'm 10,000
Years old.
…Like I lived longer then I was ever meant to.
I lived longer then I ever should have.
Was there ever any people that thought like I think?
I wonder does anyone else feel this way?
How am I suppose to feel?
How am I suppose to think?
Is the way that I am, anything close to; "Normal"?
Was I born this way? Did I somehow do this to myself?
I'm forever changing, but it only seems like
I just get more intense.
I enjoy the experience of life, at the same time it often makes me uncomfortable.
It feels like a strange drug. One I don't like the effects of. I'm aware I'm under the influence of this, "Drug"… and I really can't wait for it to wear off.
…But I'm not on a fuckin' drug. The feeling is not going to wear off. It must be dealt with.
I don't like the company of hardly any of the other humans around me.
I don't like being made to feel I have to pretend.
I can't speak my mind.
…and no matter how much I try to look like them,
No matter how much I keep my mouth shut.
These feather less, fur less, scale less, gross
Combination of all animals combined…
They seem to smell, 'Different" on me.
They don't understand quite what it is.
I don't really understand quite what it is?
I only know I'm different.
The other humans dislike and even fear what they don't understand.
So I stay away from contact with them as much as possible.
I live in the infinite cage that is in my mind.
I have my books. My Art, my Music.
I have a few very beautiful intelligent people that love me a lot, just like I am.
I'm grateful for them.
They pulled the suicide card out of my deck.
I live to grok with them, and all else that lives.
R. Allen 2009
The Boy That Dreamed He Could FLY
"The Boy Who Dreamed He Could Fly"
By: Rob Allen
Now everyone at one time or another dreams they can fly. Well there was this kid, that grew into a young man...and he always dreamed he could fly.
Not in an airplane.
When he was a little boy one of the first dreams about flying he could remember was...he had a ball-point pen. The clicking kind. Every time he pushed on the end and clicked it...it lifted him up in the air. It took him right to the spot he wanted to be. Kinda floated him there.
Well there was this corner store. This was in the days when every corner had a corner store. This corner store was run by this fat-ass-dirty son of a
'Eternity is Always Blinking' (roballen2
Get real fuckin scared and wake the hell up.
Your failing to realize, your already dead.
Kick those black doors in your mind open. Wander down those dark halls that seem to lead nowhere. Nowhere will take you to panic & amazement. Hear the magical sounds? The sacred words have been spoken. Start the dance. Celebrate, There are many other "Pure" people.
Look down on the uninitiated...for we are "The Evolved".!
The Turtle That Used to Be A Boy and Vice/versa
"The Turtle That Used to be a Boy & vice/versa" (by:R. Allen)
.Chapter 1
Where was one baby from, and going too?
Once there was this little boy. He lived in a beautiful Ocean house with his loving parents. He was given swimming lessons from a very early age. He was a good swimmer and was not afraid of the water. He always thought about his own safety. He spent a lot of his summers and free time exploring the beach and marine life. He liked just about all kinds of the different animals and marine life around the lake, but, "turtles". He thought some of the other things around were a bit gross, but he had a certain understanding that th
'Reaching Out To The World'
As I look at the content submitted by various artists
On the internet I am often amazed.
The talent and insight fulness. Some are very talented in different areas of expression. Some are "One Note" songs.
Some are mouse pushing, keypad punching charlatans that sometimes get lucky and create something worth looking at.
"To Think Is To Create" You create an idea. Following this is the desire to manifest this Idea into some form of reality. Then
the reality of the creation itself.
There are people doped on amusements that NEVER get an IDEA in the first place. There are others that are just happy getting an idea, and never get
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