Random Thoughts: Hauntings
No, I haven't tried coke, never tried to, but I think I know how being high on it feels. Shapeless phantoms haunt my unconciousness and brings terror. Why oh why do I feel this way?
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You've been in my dreams for quite some time now. I don't want you here. Strange that you should walk amidst the confusing map of my realm despite the idiocy that is you. And honestly, I'm even surprised that you made it. Some of the nightmares delight me the morning after as I saw you crushed, humiliated, murdered. On some that I see you as something else, it brings me a troubled mind that you were even there in the first place. Go away, phantom. Leave me alone. Let me be. I won't have you tormenting my naked soul through your rot.
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Human transmutation, as explained in Full Metal Alchemist, has its cost on the alchemist over time. One may be able to attach his soul from one body to another, thus living eternal life, but his power diminishes a little each time he does so. Over time his present physical body will rot, even faster if he uses alchemy frequently. The more times one attaches his soul from one body to another, the weaker he gets. Pondering on this, it could be concluded that time does not make a person stronger, but the complete opposite. Yes people learn from their experiences, but do they learn the right thing? We don't get wiser, we get more stubborn clinging on the belief that we think is right. We die a little each time we scathe our knees, but we emerge (supposedly) to become stronger persons thereafter. I have rotted a million times over, and believed that I have transformed into someone stronger a million times more. But a voice keeps telling me, "No you're not, you cocky bitch. You're still the same cunt as you were. Believe it."
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You've been in my dreams for quite some time now. I don't want you here. Strange that you should walk amidst the confusing map of my realm despite the idiocy that is you. And honestly, I'm even surprised that you made it. Some of the nightmares delight me the morning after as I saw you crushed, humiliated, murdered. On some that I see you as something else, it brings me a troubled mind that you were even there in the first place. Go away, phantom. Leave me alone. Let me be. I won't have you tormenting my naked soul through your rot.
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Human transmutation, as explained in Full Metal Alchemist, has its cost on the alchemist over time. One may be able to attach his soul from one body to another, thus living eternal life, but his power diminishes a little each time he does so. Over time his present physical body will rot, even faster if he uses alchemy frequently. The more times one attaches his soul from one body to another, the weaker he gets. Pondering on this, it could be concluded that time does not make a person stronger, but the complete opposite. Yes people learn from their experiences, but do they learn the right thing? We don't get wiser, we get more stubborn clinging on the belief that we think is right. We die a little each time we scathe our knees, but we emerge (supposedly) to become stronger persons thereafter. I have rotted a million times over, and believed that I have transformed into someone stronger a million times more. But a voice keeps telling me, "No you're not, you cocky bitch. You're still the same cunt as you were. Believe it."
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