Toussainian Thoughts

I’m here to connect with other writers/authors, and to share some eccentric rants.

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It almost seems as though emotions are obsolete in a soulless world. What keeps one tethered to such human traits in a sphere dominated by artificial intelligence. Where things once breathed sincerity, the atmosphere is no longer so kind.

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People always talk so much smack about others as if y’all are frigging perfect. Newsflash to everybody: you’re nothing special yourself. You are truly no better than anybody else.

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I had yet another unholy thought. When god frowned at me for this and I consider all of the bad things that I’ve been through, I just said, “Put it on my tab.”

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When the cancerous rage pushes me over the edge and I want to destroy everything.

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I wish I knew what the hell to say to people. Being judged before your words come out in such a disgustingly superficial world is a tragedy I feed with rage. One day soon, those against me will have their reckoning.

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I need a button to press for someone to slap me before I say something mean, or Think something mean.

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Trying to understand women.

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Of All The Fiends Out There, I get Targeted For Eternal Punishment.

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Me having to choose between rage, anxiety, torment or depression.

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When the walls start closing in, I feel like a sin. That’s why so many times I’ve turned to gin. Life, there’s Still dust on my chin. Why don’t you come up and hit me again.

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Me after getting angry and counting to ten.

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Wish I was never born, then I wouldn’t be filled with scorn. Everything I had has been torn, to the point where I can’t even stand popcorn. The light at the end of the tunnel has been extinguished. All I am is in a bowl as a fish, hoping to hell I can have my wish.

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When females play games with you, which is all the time.

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My temper rumbling, my rage tumbling. Oh, look, there is Another aggravation. Now I must fight for my sanity’s salvation. Bloodlust is my medication.

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When I think about hurting myself.

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The unfortunate prospect of another day. All the ghosts in the necropolis are whining that it’s too early to get up.

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Insanity closing in. Times squeeze every morsel of logic and sobriety, causing me to see crooked, unable to verify the Truth. Still I see what a ginormous life sentence this existence had handed down to me. I was drowning and nobody wanted to see. Now, here I lie dead.