There came a point where the madness lost its power on me. When I figured out that what it was between believing I was the Antichrist or not was a choice simply between insanity and sanity — and I choose sanity, always. When the fear struck me at various points in my being, and I knew that it was false, to perceive what it tried to make convince me of. What I realized was that the world wasn’t opening up to show me the horror that lurked always beneath its surface: I was not dying, I was not being sent to Hell, I was not going to lose my mind in any way. Anyone else out there broken? Try looking for the pattern, when the madness overtakes you and makes you think horrible things — do they ever come out to be true? Because however real things seem, the actual reality has a habit of outlasting any kind of paranoia. That’s what you’re looking for: what exists when the fear subsides. Don’t just be relieved, figure out the facts behind what you thought things were. In this is the sanity.
Reflection
2:06pm friday, 7th may
Amantes sunt amentes
Abandon_All_Hope
4:07am sunday, 30th may
I think you smoke several joints then write in your blog. Most of it doesn't make sense dude.
Stand
4:37am monday, 31st may
Hahahahahahaha! That's funny you think that. If you go all the way back in the archives, to Aug. 26, 2001, you'll see the post the last time I ever smoked any pot.
Reflection
Abandon_All_Hope
Stand