The Drop

Where a strange creature speaks.

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Answer Number 1

So here I was searching... I come spinning in like a tornado meeting random people in almost forced, awkward situations, ending up their friend or maybe something more. Binding our realities together in a massive journey spanning what seems like endless days and nights of worthless celebrations of gains and losses. Now I'm ready to move on... I'm ready to find myself in relation to what everyone else is, and accept/respect the difference. I'm ready to never take advantage of anything ever again. I'm ready to lose all self only to gain ultimate selflessness. I'm ready to honor this life that I was given, I'm ready to honor everyone and everything that's ever lived by never giving up and striving for only good. Striving for and pursuing truth and honesty and NEVER accepting anything less. I'm tired of the questions, the what's the where's the how's... the endless doubt-induced inquiries in my mind: "Am I insane? How did I end up here? I didn't grow up in or near Coeur d'Alene. Neither did I really grown up in Cullman, or areas near LA, or Medway... yet I'm supposed to be from all of these places... I look at things now and I wonder... is this real? Am I really here? How did I end up in these situations? And why have I been living the life that I have?"

This is the new chapter. This is where the rubber meets the road in the galaxy of thoughts amassed inside your mind, waiting to be formed into a spear that you will stab into the heart of fear and doubt. This is now or never. This is right. There is nothing else. It's not so much as that I will not take no for an answer, as it is that no was never an answer, and it never will be. It is not my destiny. It is not my destiny to be blended, processed, and spat out like the endless droves of hipster-tough-gangster-fly-richie rich wannabe Bradley Pitts that roam in the downtown streets lined with seats that never fill in the bar and grills. I'm tired of those roads... If you need me I'll be on the corner of peace and understanding firing missles of truth at the walls of ignorance, while being resupplied by passion and love... the alleyways I sleep in.

Maybe it took an angel to reach into my heart and see the light, see the fire, the good in this world... I think so. Well her wings have matured, and like all angels, she must fly back to heaven. Now what's next is up to you and me.

-Daniel Mark Mc Laughlin

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Sleep Paralysis 1

Sleep Paralysis hits you as you fade into a black reality. Your eyes are closed, you can feel your body laying on the bed in a strange position, sort of half way on your back with your legs sideways. You think your awake but a new sensation invites itself into your mind, you can't move. "This has happened before" is a distant thought that calls from behind your eyelids. You open your eyes as you tr to squirm yourself out of paralysis. You're afraid, very afraid, desperate to get out of this. You try to call out, to scream and it feels like you actually but your mouth isn't moving and no sound is coming from you, you know this because your senses seem to work at least in some way. You try a sudden jump, a sort of muscle jolt, and shake but... nothing. You close your eyes again for a second or two and open them back up to try again and just as the image of your bedroom comes into focus... terror, there beyond your bed stands a tall strange figure with a funny shaped head with a mystical smokey sort of essence, staring right at you, slowly walking nearer and nearer. But you can't focus directly on it, almost like trying to focus on something in your peripheral vision. Your thoughts scream "I need to move! I need to get out of here! It's gonna kill me, I don't want to die!". You keep closing your eyes and opening them to see if the horrible thing is still there, only to open them with an even worse version of the monster. You try to convince yourself to go back to sleep as you've read about this before since it keeps happening to you, but only when you sleep on your back. You fight the thought as much as you can, the thought of giving up and just letting it happen, more dreams, life, death, hell, whatever it may be. You slowly somehow seem to fade out back into a dream-like state, and as soon as you do, boom, your really awake. You take your first breath in panic as you react to what just happened. It was hell. Was that real? Either way it's gone whatever it was. A sigh of relief as you turn over in your bed onto your stomach and bury your head in a pillow in a sort of shaken daze, thinking "I am NEVER sleeping on my back again.". Ugh.

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Them

Sluts line bars, a lust to sate,

Inside their tombs they squirm and shake,

Wolves in line for them to mate,

It's them I don't mind if the devil takes.

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This post is about nothing.

Okay, it's time to open my brain and let the waste fall out.

Mass infected putrid pounding of belligerent pacifiers in the ears of publshers posting pretty potpourri posters of packed in poachers. Seamlessly all knowing scenes of interesting tests sings sinks in as it wastes, basted wasted.

Another all knowing account of accidental arguments amidst amassed arrays of us and them. Taking all it takes just to get a taste of chase, haste. Follow through as you follow me through my own eyes of fake and real, take and make a test to see if you can still feel, are my eyes connected to my brain in this, are my nerves tied onto my body or are they in another place entirely?

Righteous thoughts in a lake of fire, a Rorschach pointing to reasons related to my restricted retribution. 

Fight the thought. FIGHT THE THOUGHT, fight it, hide it, act like it's not real, ACT like it will never exist. Be at home, be at peace, be one with you once, just once, be one with life, for life IS NOT without you, nor you without it. The gate breaks through and fire burns through my windows, burning eyes and and thoughts being rethought, reanalyzed through every spectrum know to my mind. Whatever this is it's gone, no it's not, yes it is, no and again escapes through the other side of my fears, my fate, my freedom awaits. Every color a taste, everything happily hates. Where am I, who am I, why am I? No nothing, know nothing, now nothing, ladies and gentlemen the american language. Take a bow.