Characters thus far

Joy

Diane

Damien de Soto

Rei Clearly

POV EXPERIMENTAL ALLEGORICAL POETIC METAPHOR FICTION

First person

Blog post style

This site is a tool to facilitate the act of seeing clearly, written by hands that used to hurt myself.

I have schitzoaffective disorder, depression, anxiety, hydrocepholus, suffering from alcoholism, drug addiction, alcoholic. with OCD and PTSD- was addicted to heroin, meth, crack, alcohol, cocaine, prescription pills.

I am drug addict/alcoholic/dual diagnosis/ex-homeless person.

Dark horror fiction

Through dark horror fiction I rake the muck of the lives of street addicts.

Or in plain English this is an epic poem/novel about addiction told about low bottom addicts in horror style.

Saturday Mix: 25th March: To a unified soul and a beautified mind

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 She gritted her teeth and began the climb, To a unified soul and a beautified mind, she did not know what she would end to find, but existed in a deep and soul entangling bind of mind.

She climbed up a mountain, searching in night, digging for something, existing in fight, she was sure of something, that was the light, that stood there before her, illuminating night, it was the only, thing she could see, and she followed it silent, hoping to see, an end to the darkness, nothing but that, she desired nothing, only a cap, on sadness so deep it drowned her soul, making her drink, making her toke, and poke,

She  She gritted her teeth and began the climb, To a unified soul and a beautified mind,

She gritted her teeth and began the climb, To a unified soul and a beautified mind, she did not know what she would end to find, but existed in a deep and soul entangling bind of mind.

She climbed up a mountain, searching in night, digging for something, existing in fight, she was sure of something, that was the light, that stood there before her, illuminating night, it was the only, thing she could see, and she followed it silent, hoping to see, an end to the darkness, nothing but that, she desired nothing, only a cap, on sadness so deep it drowned her soul, making her drink, making her toke, and poke, 

She desired nothing, only a cure, existing in sorrow, being in whir. Desiring nothing, seeking to find, cure to addiction, to disease of mind. She is me, clearly, but not anymore, they is my name, not like before, I am no longer in darkness, I have seen light, I have the cure, the end to the night, this is for those, seeking to find, a solution to the darkness existing in addicted mind, I speak of nothing other than cure, take me or leave me I am not sore.


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