Personal Journals

[Starr Mountain]

OMG, JSAK.  How did you know???  You better fuckin' text or Skype me.  I want to know how you knew!

[Starr Mountain]

Phuck it.  True dis.  I'm dun.

[Starr Mountain]

Thank you for the update.

[WORTHAUGERa]

OMG, JSAK.  How did you know???  You better fuckin' text or Skype me.  I want to know how you knew!

Another stratified customer.

[Starr Mountain]

Another stratified customer.

Here.  Stratify THIS!!!    oo0oo.    Yeah, you know the code.

[AZZERAE]

https://twitter.com/azraamorphine/status/1489164610519322626

[AZZERAE]

One weekend in my apartment, it got very crazy. I was basically trapped in my apartment, only escaping to get more drugs to sustain the delusion that was going on. I was having massive amounts of hallucinations, there were lights coming out of the walls and I was under the impression that I was being watched by people very closely, and that there was a demonic force that was slowly closing in on me and just harassing me until I committed suicide, basically. It wouldn’t leave me alone. I couldn’t stop doing drugs because it was too painful to stop doing drugs and face what I’d become. And whenever I did drugs, as soon as I put the needle in my arm and injected the cocaine into my body, it was like turning on all the sound, all the vision, all of the hallucination…this was something very twisted and very real. And at the time I was being harassed by some people who had knowledge of occupying different transient fields of energy, which I believe they did. And so perhaps I believed and manifested that myself. But yeah, I’ve got a much stronger belief in alternate universes and the ability of people to manifest and occupy these different magnetic fields and cause damage to other people, if you allow them to.

[AZZERAE]

Hello. How 'bout that ride in? I guess that's why they call it Sin City. You guys might not know this, but I consider myself a bit of a loner. I tend to think of myself as a one-man wolf pack. But when my sister brought Doug home, I knew he was one of my own. And my wolf pack, it grew by one. So there were two of us in the wolf pack. I was alone first in the pack, and then Doug joined in later. And six months ago, when Doug introduced me to you guys, I thought, 'Wait a second, could it be?' And now I know for sure, I just added two more guys to my wolf pack. Four of us wolves, running around the desert together, in Las Vegas, looking for strippers and cocaine. So tonight, I make a toast!

[AZZERAE]

Sometimes it appears that we're reaching a period when our senses and our minds will no longer respond to moderate stimulation. We seem to be approaching an age of the gross. Persuasion through speeches and books is too often discarded for disruptive demonstrations aimed at bludgeoning the unconvinced into action.

The young - and by this I don't mean by any stretch of the imagination all the young, but I'm talking about those who claim to speak for the young - at the zenith of physical power and sensitivity, overwhelm themselves with drugs and artificial stimulants. Subtlety is lost and fine distinctions based on acute reasoning are carelessly ignored in a headlong jump to a predetermined conclusion.

Life is visceral, rather than intellectual. And the most visceral practitioners of life are those who characterise themselves as intellectuals. Truth to them is revealed rather than logically proved. And the principal infatuations of today revolve around the social sciences, those subjects which can accommodate any opinion and about which the most reckless conjecture cannot be discredited.

Education is being redefined at the demand of the uneducated to suit the ideas of the uneducated. The student now goes to college to proclaim, rather than to learn. The lessons of the past are ignored and obliterated in a contemporary antagonism known as the generation gap.

A spirit of international masochism prevails, encouraged by an effete corps of impudent snobs who characterise themselves as intellectuals.

[Jackstar]

A spirit of international masochism prevails, encouraged by an effete corps of impudent snobs who characterise themselves as intellectuals.

[Harley Quinn]

Sometimes it appears that we're reaching a period when our senses and our minds will no longer respond to moderate stimulation. We seem to be approaching an age of the gross. Persuasion through speeches and books is too often discarded for disruptive demonstrations aimed at bludgeoning the unconvinced into action.

The young - and by this I don't mean by any stretch of the imagination all the young, but I'm talking about those who claim to speak for the young - at the zenith of physical power and sensitivity, overwhelm themselves with drugs and artificial stimulants. Subtlety is lost and fine distinctions based on acute reasoning are carelessly ignored in a headlong jump to a predetermined conclusion.

Life is visceral, rather than intellectual. And the most visceral practitioners of life are those who characterise themselves as intellectuals. Truth to them is revealed rather than logically proved. And the principal infatuations of today revolve around the social sciences, those subjects which can accommodate any opinion and about which the most reckless conjecture cannot be discredited.

Education is being redefined at the demand of the uneducated to suit the ideas of the uneducated. The student now goes to college to proclaim, rather than to learn. The lessons of the past are ignored and obliterated in a contemporary antagonism known as the generation gap.

A spirit of international masochism prevails, encouraged by an effete corps of impudent snobs who characterise themselves as intellectuals.

Very deep thoughts.  😍

[AZZERAE]

"What kind of idea am I? I bend. I sway. I calculate the odds, trim my sails, manipulate, survive."

- Salman Rushdie, The Satanic Verses

[AZZERAE]

[Master Trollda]

Or everything does. That’s the gamble.

[AZZERAE]

Or everything does. That’s the gamble.

I guess you could say, I'm a work of fiction.