It is very clear, I am what I am. I present what I am, that is what I am.

I am a Christmas tree, with photo upside down, I am a Christmas tree, spun clear around, I sparkle with luminance, I sparkle so great, I am a Christmas tree, so clearly, so very clearly.

I am a chandelier, I am a chandelier, it is clear that is what, I am. I am very obviously whatever you call me.

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I made this sarcastically for you, and for whoever likes sarcasm.

I’m lonely, and dealt with a lot of dark memories today, so I am writing dark fiction all day, because **** my life.

I appreciated you going to the meeting with me this time.

That’s a first.

I know, memory is not that bad of a thing.

Says the inner child, that forces half its personality to be an adult, and also the villian of their own story, which is really just the horrors of living on the street as an addict.

I’m sorry, okay?

Thank you.

Are you sorry for anything?

Everything.

That’s very specific…

Isn’t it?

What do you mean?

That was sarcastic and not a question.

Anti-psychotics

I am a polaroid.

I am really just annoyed.

No, take that back, I am overjoyed, elated really, because that is how I am supposed to be isn’t it?

I am supposed to have an attitude of gratitude right????!

I prefer honesty right now, and right now I feel like I got screwed by the universe, wrong body, that has emotional issues, hydrocephalus, hormone issues, arthritis, no gallbladder, nerve damage, knee problems, I lost interest in listing these, but believe me it goes on.

Cranberries are not dates.

I just thought that was a funny title, I like plays on words. I have been in a *****y mood because of chronic pain, from arthritis in my hands, it runs in my family and is made worse by me typing like a lunatic, and also the amputations of the tip of my thumb, part of my middle and index finger, that is due to heroin, meth and alcohol abuse.

I also have had probably 20 revisions of a VP shunt because I have hydrocephalus, so I am getting used to my normal pain level while not doing meth, heroin or drinking. I have never been sober/clean in my adult life, so I apologize for my continuous neurosis, complaining.

Shadow Superheroes

Are you a leader or a follower?

I once lead the line in kindergarten, and then never was allowed to again. I lead us outside, instead of to music class, because I forgot about time, and hated music class. I thought I could lead us wherever I wanted to go and it would be time for that class, also I forgot what class we were supposed to be in.

The line split into two factions the rebels who followed me, and maintained my recess delusion, and those who followed the rules and went to music class.

That is an excellent illustration of my lack of ability to follow rules, which I guess in some way would answer this question.

Daily writing prompt

What does freedom mean to you?

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I thought myself to be oh, so joyous and free

Joy us and free, us, meaning me and me

I and I

I I

I am a being with the power of two, I am two people doing as they do.

I am always one in chains.

Hey, not true anymore.

Is it not so?

It is not so.

Free dom

Dom, in Latin means master

Free of master, I am a master of disaster, an acid blaster, shooting acid into my own eye, to make myself, own self, I own myself, cry

Cry, baby, why oh why?

Why did I hurt myself so?

Because you are oh, so very bad at saying no.

What are you doing? You sound like a lunatic.

I, no?

You mean, ‘I know.’

No. I meant, you sound like a lunatic, because you are participating, and I always sound like one, and who cares anyway.

Minty

What is your career plan?

I am without a dream, my dream died long ago, I mean. I had a dream or dreams once, I mean. My goal or career plan was to write anything and use money I made to pay for my life… didn’t work out to well, well the economy in America crashed, so I drank and did drugs about it.

You really think anything would have been different had you been born at a different time?

Yes, I would have been able to experience adult life before hitting rock bottom.

Okay, that makes sense, and seems true.

I am trying now to start a re-sale business, and find some way, anyway, many ways to write for petty cash.

So lovely, so sweet, you make me so happy, make my life complete. I love you dearly, so completely, would love to kiss your feet.

She was an angel, glowing with light. She was my sweetheart. In her, I did delight. I loved every moment, every dark starlit night. I was so spellbound, caught by her

Biting caustic poison. I hated her face, was always drawn to debase all the she was, my sweet Alice, how much malice, how wonderful you are.

You are such a wonderful human being.

You make everything a dream.

Nothing with you was ever what it seemed

To be. You are no longer with me, and I wish you the best, and I will forever remember you fondly, my empress, of distress.

I love everything about you, baby, so glad, so elated to have met you face to face, you are a creature of grace.

I am nothing, I am magic, I am an eye. I am a liar, I am crafter, I am wordsmith, I am an enchanter, I am the act of lying down, I am taking nothing standing. I am the idea of withstanding.

You are really ****ing arrogant.

Really, I had no idea.

That was great.

So am I.

Obviously.

I know, right.

I am full of hot air

Not a question?

Clearly, can’t you see?

***hole.

To a morning run, such fun it is in the sun. 😉

I love to excercise my eyes, I love to excercise my I. I like to practice the act of hate, of heated despise. I am addicted to writing poems about hate, if you can’t relate, so sorry.

You are so beautiful, you made me complete, you are so beautiful, so lovely, so neat.

You were my baby, we were never apart. I loved you so fully with all that I had, I wanted to give you everything, wanted nothing to be sad.

You are my lady, my love, oh sweet.

So sorry, it did not work out, I am on the other side of the street.

The grass is greener.

The grass is greener.

The grass is greener.

Too bad. So sad. So, sorry.

Love you, forever, sweetie. I am so sad that it didn’t work out. Best wishes, See Clearly.

You have my heart, sweetheart

You are nothing, ***hole.

Point taken, and proven, so I guess you’re permanent?

I am ever-present, yes.

Color me green, color me striken, I am the quickness of those in dark sickness

You are bitter Hell in a painful shell, of everything on which I doomed to dwell, pain spell, rescast with eyes focused on a past of lack.

Ow, you burned me.

I forgot how I like talking to you, baby.

Me too.

****

I am begging you to please, bring me to my knees.

Standing is so tiring, I am so sick of bitter firing, it makes me very sick, consumed by my own tomb, even though I have not done it for many a moon, I am transfixed with the past, with drugs that didn’t last, they keep my eyes on sky, under which I did not die.

In my heart and sole, I am dead, because I threw those shoes out a long time ago.

I miss you, so much, so much, so much, my heart is full of rust, and dust, oh angel of must, trust, anything else, anything else, enough to stop, writing love poems to heroin, meth, and alcohol.

This is my life, kind of, I don’t know.

When do you feel most productive?

****

That just made me go insane, and then I convinced myself it is because ….. some narcassistic bull****…. so basically, I feel most productive never, absolutely never. I wasted my entire life remember? Oh, that’s right black screen, my hands, the internet, and this is in my head that I am hearing myself read this out loud, I am sitting at the computer, got it.

Yeah, I am going to say never, I know that breaks the rules of the question or something, I am an addict who never did anything with their life, other than spend like 100,000 dollars of my own money over 15 years on getting messed up, so to say I have ever in my whole life felt productive would be a complete lie, that spits in the face of the idea of truth at all.

I wish that damn **** had not resurfaced, both figuratively in my head, and through trying to contact me, and then maybe I would not be complaining on the internet again….

Peace, I failed, least productive human ever.

I glow gold with your lack of introspection, I am gold like stars beyond lights protection, I dance in darkness, like you cannot, I glitter with sparkle, while you are contaminated with soul rot.

Wow, that was mean.

I know, but that is how I feel about myself.

I am gold, and you are lack, I am a soul attack

Wow, that was mean. I know, but that is what I think about me.

You are talking about me too you know.

No, I am talking only to me. I am half of you, remember?

Okay, but you are still wrong.

That just furthers my point.

I’m not.

You never are.

Not true.

Yeah, I just wanted to see how you would respond.

I don’t know how to respond to that.

I knew you wouldn’t, but I also don’t know how to respond now.

Mission accomplished?

Yeah… I guess so.

A very sarcastic blast from the past, or me kicking my own ***

Tragic Magic, Sewn back, sown back, shatter, scatter, patter, matter

Last, edits, again, scroll for another image without last edits.

I am melting, because my creator doesn’t care about anything at all, except their ego, really, clearly, so very clearly, ahahahhahahhahahhahahhahhah

I am you, I am you, I am you.

I am talking to you.

Cherries

You’re talking to me? Are you talkin’ to me?

Yes, I am actually?

Me?

No, me. Not Amanda, but to me.

I am talking to me, through an image of flower’s which I painted like a woman’s face, which I painted like flowers, on and on and on into a chaotic reflection of pure, ego stroking insanity

ahahahhahhahhaahhhahhahhhahhahhahahhahahhahahhahhahahhahahhahahhhahhahahahhahhahahhahhahahhaahahh

So sad, too bad, I can’t see anything clearly, so dreary, so learly, letters from See Clearly

I love you person I don’t know, because you are beautiful and glow, with colors of say it isn’t… anyone I met, so you are not dead to me yet, because you simply don’t exist, you are idea of bliss or chaotic death either one because I know I ****, and am horrible at everything so I ruin anything I have and would ruin things with you too, and that no longer makes me sad, because I am

Insane, and engaged in a worship of myself, or with items on my shelf, that I threw out for now because I… actually they got stolen… and it was

Really ****y, but you are really pretty, for a second you make me think of something else,

Heroine, oh Heroin, I love you so,

Heroine, oh Heroin, I wish I could forget you,

And not be writing love poems to a woman who is really a metaphor for how I am a pathetic loser.

Ahahahhah.

Your hand is caught by lack of light

You sit in an empty room, friends have gone, you linger on, wishing for those with your desire for a party dead, you turn your head to the corner of the perpetual lurkers, the pained smirkers, reality deserters, wondering were we go so late, how great a party that never ends, we could be your best friends, we party till we are dead. You think this is funny, because you don’t realize I am serious, and that is not fun, but mere compulsion.

We are those who lurk below, where time goes fast and go slow.

We are those who can’t say no, and slowly it has begun to show.

If you want you can come to Hell, where we the consumers always dwell, it is not advised, and you would do well, to leave us where we rot…

We are no longer at a party, baby, we are merely ****ing crazy,

I am pour, pour, poor

I am more, more, more

Such a chore

I am sure

and a bore to maintain

This level of perpetual

Disdain

we drink till we fall down, we get up and continue to crawl the ground, we stand with powder dust, we have lost all ability to trust our senses, we exist in chaotic hell, under poison spell, we eat our souls through bitter consumption of acid bile.

I smile with the power of intoxication and fixation on meditation on the idea of eventual death. I am the quest for lie die fry. I am a funny lie.

I love you so much

I painted with dark

I love you so much, you are the color of my heart.

Darkness, darkness, my lovely life, you are so

wonderful, so ascending, never impending, always transcending, always exploding with joy, joyous, joyous, open mouth, screaming with openness, light casting shadow on all the dark

I am darkness. I am shadow.

I am swallowed. I am gone. I am theft of night’s life. I am silent song. I am death of chaos, I am end of night long.

Death of quiet, begins a song.

Color me with madness

Color me dark

Color me with darkness

Color my heart

I am madness screaming please end joy, joy is chains to  human who employs, my misery.

I am melting paint by number

I am melting paint by number and I have got yours

I am paint by number recolored because I don’t  listen to instructions

She was so beautiful, she was so nice,

Surely, surely,

You must know

That all I ever wanted was to go

I ran cross country

Alone at a last

You will never find me

kiss my ***

she was so pleasant, she was a plot device, she was a tool, she was a wrench, she was wench,

I am awkward pause.

she was a whore, now forever she rests. I put her to bed, now it is said, her name was something else that I have not yet said, and surely I won’t because he reads this now, and I don’t care about him and he needs to figure that out.

Don’t be afraid of me, I don’t give that much of a **** about you, you are spineless woman beater. I am no longer the person you hit, now I am the person who doesn’t give a ****.

I am small

I am weak

I can’t speak

I can’t speak

I am sorry.

I was just kidding, let’s not fight.

My writing is bigger than yours.

I am not you idiot, it’s alright, it’s alright.

Is it really? You’re not mad.

Of course, I am not, not even sad.

I like you really, truly, deeply.

Well, that went smoothly.

Did it really?

Huh?

Your lack of confidence is hilarious.

You sound like me.

I know it’s fun, now I see why you do it to me.

Oh, so sad your life went south

I mean that you were spending a night talking to me, I am not worthy of the air that you breathe.

I was very glad you decided to leave,

appreciated the pipe you had up your sleeve,

not very good idea to use a match….not a very good way to get the stuff to catch or melt I mean… I didn’t care… I was entranced by the glow of the light on your hair, but you didn’t seem all there,

I am so tired of the tragic tweekers

Pretty women, darkness seekers, telling people like me you want something better and hanging out with people like me… so glad you decided to catch your ride and go back to him, I wasn’t worth your time anyway.

Self love

How do you use social media?

I am social eyes, I see nothing but the untrue, I see what I project to you, I am projection, protection from rejection.

I am creation of images illustrating elation and creation of dictation of images that are false portrayals of such a perfect life,

Look at me, look at me, I am so very happy and so very free to express myself, so expressive I spend all my life on my phone, because really, I am afraid to be alone.

**** I was talking about myself.

Well, that was fun.

Burn me please,

I am on my knees,

I miss your sweet carress

Oh, one who looked so pleasant in a white dress.

I love you so much, you are so great, ever so sorry we no longer relate, you are so lovely, I am so sad, so very tragic you made me so mad, I loved you so dearly, we related so well, you made me feel like I’d escaped fom pure hell, you were so perfect… now you are

Gone

I am so sad I knew you so long, I wanted it to work out so sad it did not, so very tragic our love was so hot, it made me so happy to see

Clearly that you were such a miserable peice of ****, so glad, so sad, too bad, baby, enjoy the cash you stole from me, hope it was ****ing worth it.

Where do you see yourself in 10 years?

• Living in my own place
• Running my own re-sale business
• Maintaining peaceful relations with my family
• Finding a place down at the shore in the state that I live in. 😀 Paranoia, is a wonderful thing….
• Maybe, with someone else, who is not a psycho like the last 5

I met a young person once, who I am not sure the age of, he was strange, he was completely blind, and carried around a walking stick, unable to admit it was because he had gone blind, he told me it was because it had magic powers.

You look familiar? Have I met you before?

I went with it, because what else was I going to do.

He told me that he could use electricity to make things levitate, and in the chaos of not sleeping for days on end, I almost believed him, crazy the things that lack of sleep do to the mind.

I am a rotating planet,

Not important, just overinflated with air

I am so self-important.

I don’t even care.

Daily writing prompt

How has technology changed your job?

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The internet thinks I have a job, that is great.

I have no job, internet.

But, if I did it would be this blog, and helping my friend sell her items, helping my family start a re-sale business, so…

I guess it gave me a job?

Employer-self

Enabled by the world wide web of

Uncrossing the webs of lies of a liar.

Thank you internet, I appreciate it.

JOKE

If something frightening happens to you today, think about it. It may be a warning. It may be The Omen.

The omen

Daily writing prompt

What is one word that describes you?

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****

There it is, the one word that describes me, blanked out, so I have no idea what it is, and you can guess the mystery behind its four lettered character.

The answer doesn’t matter. Even though the answer is the entire point of answering this question, or is it? Or is the point…. the characterization of a member of society who was before unclear?

Omen.

It’s all for me…

ahahahhahhahhhahahhahhhahhahahhahhhhahahhahahahahhahhahhahahhah

I have OCD, along with the other litany of problems I have already listed here, heh. I got my hair cut, which is awesome because I didn’t have to pay someone in drugs to shave it all off because homeless people can’t cut hair, and I wasn’t so itchy that this would seem like a necessary choice, so yay me for getting my haircut and getting a normal hair cut so I don’t have to shave my head again. That sucked, I think I mentioned the whole mohawk **** thing… but if I didn’t some ***hole shaved my head into a split in half mohawk, and told everyone to look for mohawk ****.

Short sweet, and very fun for mohawk ****. I got a lot of sympathy, and a lot of free items.. and they found out the wrath of mohawk ****. Then mohawk **** needed to leave, because there was a rumor that I had a twin and one of us was a girl and the other was a guy and the only difference was the voice… convenient… till they found out we were both the same person and it was me beating my ass not my twin brother or vice versa… very bad con…

I threw my phone in the river at around the same time because I thought someone tapped it looking for mohawk **** because tricking junkies is a high crime… and people really give a **** about that kind of thing…. or something I thought when I was way too high…

My dad is a really great person, we had a really good time, he was talking to me about his life, making me laugh, and we went to a really good restaurant and I told him I am done with drugs and booze the rest of my life. I also got to make plans with my uncle to see him at Christmas for the first time in ten years, and say I was sorry for being a lying ***hole.

All in all a successful day for mohawk ****, or me with a shorter hair cut that looks nothing like that at all.

Peace

Damien.

Explanation: Shocking, I am trusted to not have to leave, if there is no one here to watch me…

Now this…

Pond, not Stream of Chaos

I am a duck, apparently, because unknowingly

I have been teaching myself to be less

BANG EXPLODE

Like that, so now I can be alone, and not have people

Worry about me, which is

EXCELLENT

Because it also makes me trust me

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I used to be constantly floating from place to place,

In a race with the human race to consume my tomb in the form of drugs and doom and alcohol which I would viciously consume, in doomed ferocious style, in front of all I know

sowing shame and guilt while also showing pain and guilt through vicious attack on self but also on others eyes, making people cry without knowing why because I am selfish. I am becoming not

I think… I guess.. don’t know…

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I am a duck in a pond, that is just okay enough with me for now, to not drown

I am not going down

Because I don’t want to

Un-spun I am no longer undone.

I am glad to be trusted, un-dusted, still rusted, but dusting off.

I have been courted all my life, to dance with loaded gun or held knife at my Neck, by myself, on a shelf, which of course is what I think because, baby I ****ing stink, I smell booze, in heart and soul, still drunk but dry, sometimes I know.

I reek of anger, creaking madness, rocking back and forth epic sadness, dark reflection, not staring at mirror, but bashing crashing and dying in epic fear.

I am loaded gun, I am dark resistance, I am tragic, insistence, that though I am dry, I am GOD. I am responsible for divining rod, punishing me, I am insistence on trying to be my own

Maker

Breaker

Soul forsaken, breaking me, tragically, beginning to see how epic my failure is.. or simply that I am an addict who needs a higher power.

Facts.

What makes you most anxious?

I named myself See Clearly because that is not what I do, I do not see clearly at all, because my ego it is tall, or it used to be I mean, because I am a liar, a whiner and a wine-r, or not really because I prefer whiskey, or anything that is risky like heroin or meth or how about crack or death? You know things like those, things you stick in mouth or nose, or suck through glass, because I want to die, and that’s not true, what I really aim to do is..

Get the *** away from all of you, because you make me anxious, because you hate me, or maybe I do.. I don’t know… but I feel it when it you look at me please ****ing go. I am telling you go away, **** it! I hate the idea of panic and judgement, I hate you and everything you meant

To say, but didn’t, I can hear you thinking **** it, or maybe that is me? I don’t know the difference…

I guess… it’s me… what makes me anxious is me…

and addiction and lack of control and framed photos of animals in suits..

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Co-dependency is my tendency

It’s not codependency if you’re talking to you, that’s called schizophrenia.

So hard it makes you cry,

Because I am afraid that I will die

If you don’t pay attention to me and you’re me don’t you see.

I am afraid that you don’t and that some day you won’t so I simply must say

I am standing here till you say

Go the &^%* away.

I want to torture you, to make sure everything you do

Is painful, writhing and a broken leg

So that you’ll stay with me and beg

Please don’t leave ‘cuz I can’t walk, I am so bored, so please can’t we talk?

I need to hurt you don’t you see

I am codependency.

No you’re not your me

I’m you

You are lying and fool

You speak of nothing but pure folly

I am done being melancholy

So come and sit down and please be nice

I don’t need to fight or engage in vice

We can simply talk and not argue or cuss

You do not need make such a fuss.