I'm Convinced Depression produces Creativity-- (Prozac is usually for people afraid to think or feel) (633 hits)
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Submitted by someone (View user info) at 2005-05-27 11:27:18 EDT
Sitting empty beside the bedside of my summer home, a growlier of Berkshire Brewing Company steel rail pale ale is amber brown and is sad. The contents of it are in my stomach, working it's way--numbing my central nervous system and doing wonders on my brain--suddenly I'm happy. A cigarette is lit and hanging idly from my mouth.
On the CD player Jack Kerouac is singing, a jazzy tune called 'Come Rain or Shine', and outside the grass is patchy and long and it's raining hard, the effects creating a mystical aura on the droopy house.
Inside on this saggy bed I sit, and my mind also feels droopy--sad and cloudy. I've heard of riches waiting around every corner, found on car dealerships and also in bar rooms, music, electronic devices, clothes--all a part of hipster subjective mediocrisy. I've seen it all; I'm dragged down, I feel like a spectator in which the spectator is perfectly frozen and quiet sitting in the middle of the room, and the mouth is dry and the palms wet because you know escape is not a priority, or even rather a feasible possibility.
This could've been a dream--this whole life could've already existed a thousand times. As soon as this cigarette is snuffed out an eye blinks, an old man cries out and dies, a baby cries.
Kerouac cries lonely spoken word over a solitary trumpet--'Oh what did God wrought when he made life so sad?' The only happy moment is a moment of peace in which everything becomes silent and the subconscious takes over and you can see yourself as many different people and also as the same, a red headed stocky girl with green shorts and pigtails, or that gorgeous blonde with the feathered hair, the decent boobs and the ass that talks back to you with motion against ripped dark jeans.
One growlier gone, a sweet sad 64 ounce pile of friendship consumed, lost, forgotten, returned back toward supermarket clerks.
I have nothing else to say.
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Submitted by Nie_ein_Engel (user info) at 2005-05-29 03:06:23 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
good fuckin times
Submitted by munkeypants (user info) at 2005-05-29 02:40:10 EDT (#)
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YES
Submitted by tammy (user info) at 2005-05-27 23:25:53 EDT (#)
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Depression seems to agree with you.
Submitted by peckerhead (user info) at 2005-05-27 22:17:50 EDT (#)
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very good.
Submitted by Snypavat (user info) at 2005-05-27 21:03:24 EDT (#)
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No Comment
Submitted by darko (user info) at 2005-05-27 20:47:44 EDT (#)
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agreed.
Submitted by someone (user info) at 2005-05-27 13:27:46 EDT (#)
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I'm just lost in the crowd i guess.
Submitted by Caulaincourt (user info) at 2005-05-27 13:18:44 EDT (#)
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Pills are for weak people
Submitted by AnotherStupidUsername (user info) at 2005-05-27 12:54:53 EDT (#)
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You really are one of the most talented and underrated people on this site.
Submitted by YELLOW-MAN (user info) at 2005-05-27 12:13:34 EDT (#)
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No Comment
Submitted by Conform (user info) at 2005-05-27 12:07:52 EDT (#)
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tell me about it....
Submitted by someone (user info) at 2005-05-27 11:29:46 EDT (#)
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Hahaha rad. That was random google search by the way (just so I don't credit for somebody else's work)
Submitted by someone (user info) at 2005-05-27 11:28:33 EDT (#)
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I'm a optimistic despite my bout with depression. Life is beautifully sad.
Submitted by rad1101 (user info) at 2005-05-27 11:27:45 EDT (#)
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I SUFFER FOR MY ART