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Offline [archive] DaMulder9504020

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Re: Post your Malkavian Mental Outbursts!
« on: February 01, 2005, 06:50:00 pm »
                I sometimes get into a weird mood... this is what results:
 
 <red>This morning at 8:35 I admitted myself into a mental asylum. The receptionist asked me why I wanted to be kept in a mental asylum and I told her that I couldn’t explain it to her – I need a psychologist, preferably a smart one, to explain the situation to. So she used her intercom to summon Dr. Stephenson. Dr. Stephenson is a man of very light complexion and bright blue eyes. He carries the knowledge necessary to understand my condition.
 He asked me what was wrong so I told him: I understand. I understand the whole situation. I know why things are as they are. I can see beyond the facades of people and affairs. I can see inside people’s souls and I can sense that something is wrong.
 He insisted on details. I could feel that he was willing and ready to understand but he was too sane to truly comprehend what I was trying to tell him.
 I revealed to him that my condition is not curable and he tried to convince me otherwise. The fool will probably never understand but I know what I need to tell him. I know that the whole world is a mental asylum and that the sane ones end up in mental institutions to protect them from the world. I am here seeking refuge; seeking the alternate sanity in a place filled with insane individuals – each of them a window into the human soul.
 I know that I am nothing but a marketing target and that nobody truly cares about me. I know that love is nothing but an addiction and that friendship is nothing but a mutual agreement to treat the opposite with the minimum of human respect necessary to sustain sanity. What to do without me, friend? Lose sanity and win insanity.
 All these voices on TV telling me what to do, they don’t understand me – they can’t hear me. I keep yelling at them to stop but they keep on blabbering, forcing me to do things I don’t want to do.
 I don’t want to kill people but it seems to be the only way out of this misery. They will understand once they are <strike>death</strike>. Eternal wisdom lingers beyond the borders of human comprehension and death is the only leak that the voices permit us. I will not kill the innocent. Nobody is innocent.
 I want to dispense salvation – stop the promotion of the 7 deadly sins. Stop the vice that has infested our minds and cleanse our human race. I know it is a necessity – I finally understand.
 Stephenson refused to do so.
 He kept telling me it is wrong to kill people which shows again that he is simply too struck with his own insanity to let the truth strike him or even touch him. He is a smart man, why won’t he understand? It is not my work, not my choice; it is the necessity in itself that forces me to be myself and to fulfill my plan.
 This is why I am here. I am here to make him understand. He is closer to the sane world than most of the people out there. I need him understand. I need the affirmation that my mission is just, that the whole point of this endeavor is the good of humanity. Why would he refuse to understand? A smart man like him…
 I am struck with the voices and they won’t stop. I rely on the fact that my sanity will lead my way and I know that I cannot go wrong. I am the product of my exterior influences divided by the pattern of my genetic code. I never made a conscious choice in my life except to accept the truth of things. That was the hardest and most controversial choice I ever made as it was the only choice I ever made. The illusion of free will keeps us all insane. We forget to fulfill our destinies being wound up in matters that we cannot control either way. I need to do something and I know now what it is. I chose my destiny carefully and this is the first time in my life that I know I am doing the right thing.
 Why won’t he understand? What is wrong with him? I can sense that he is scared of me but why? Does he have the impression I could be dangerous? Stephenson doesn’t deserve death so why would he bear fear behind his eyes; these bright blue eyes?
 Can’t he see the true faces, can’t he hear the voices? Does he pretend to understand the true matter of things? Thereby the true state of affairs?
 He doesn’t so why would he pretend. He is a smart person…
 I cannot make him understand. I cannot make anybody understand. They are all too wound up buying things and pretending to be happy. Could they understand if I told them? No they couldn’t and I know it. They are not smart enough – they will never understand and they are better left that way. But they have to be saved and I have to do it. I heard the call and it all makes perfect sense now! But why me… Why not somebody else? Because I am what I was born to be and I never had a choice. They need to be saved in order to understand. They will understand once salvation has come to them. Beyond the gate marketing targets do not matter!
 They will understand.
 
 DO YOU?</red>
 
 
 Well, this what the child of Malkav has seeded inside my cerebrum. Open a window and let the misery flow...                        

 

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Offline [archive] Fenrentalic

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Re: Post your Malkavian Mental Outbursts!
« Reply #1 on: February 04, 2005, 11:58:00 am »
                The black rose blooms with the rise of the midnight sun. Nourished by convoluted Zealitry,and the truth that has become a pale dogma spouted from the pulpit by the tyrant of mistruth.
 Take not the sable rose in hand for its thorns shall shed the blood of the guiltless and the inocent. and its fragrance is the very putresinace of the vanquished trust and hope that dwell in the haert of mankind.
                       

 

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Re: Post your Malkavian Mental Outbursts!
« Reply #2 on: February 09, 2005, 04:04:00 pm »
                The doctors said so. I have the certificate right here.
 
 YOU ARE SANE.
 
 
 
 See, the "YOU" part refers to me. Not you. So. I am on my way home. I'm going to have a cup of joe and a slice of apple pie. I want to kiss my husband bye, before he goes to work. I want to kiss my kids and give them their lunch and pat thier little tow-heads as they waddle off to school. The lazy sons of Bit...cute bastar..sweetmea...Why wont they wake up and kiss mommy?                        

 

                                                  

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Re: Post your Malkavian Mental Outbursts!
« Reply #3 on: February 10, 2005, 08:01:00 am »
                One fine day in the middle of the night,
 Two dead men got up to fight,
 Back to back, they faced each other,
 Drew their swords and shot each other.
 
 Even Tremere can be insane, though not me - honest! happy                        

 

                                                  

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Re: Post your Malkavian Mental Outbursts!
« Reply #4 on: February 14, 2005, 11:08:00 pm »
                pft, you plagarised that one.. I've heard that one since I was like 3
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 IMPOSTER MALK!!                        

 

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Re: Post your Malkavian Mental Outbursts!
« Reply #5 on: February 15, 2005, 07:01:00 pm »
                Blame does not hover over his scalp I believe.
 
 After all, a Tremere he is, and a very ancient one at that.
 
 You think that is funnY!? I sure think it is..
 
 HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! No seriously... I hate you all...                        

 

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Re: Post your Malkavian Mental Outbursts!
« Reply #6 on: February 15, 2005, 07:15:00 pm »
                In Reply To #6
 
 He?
                       

 

                                                  

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Re: Post your Malkavian Mental Outbursts!
« Reply #7 on: February 17, 2005, 03:02:00 pm »
                Today is now, tomorrow is today, now is tomorrow is today.
 Before I start it's already today
 That makes it far to late.
 
 [added Feb 17 2005  2:14PM]
 
 Ah just thought I might post a bit more pseudo-nonsense before today.
 
 A rainbows poison brakes through the shield of cloud that has formed around me. I seek only the clarification of self via the procrastination of the mind from the concrete firmed base of reality and slow progress of growth of career
 I feel the slowing of my mined as my roots feel there way through the web of lies they call education but I do feel the pull of the valiant gardener pulling me to some place new.
 The dark is an old friend but the valiant gardener, who likes to hide has two faces, these are: greatness and death of chaos. hence width.                        

 

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Re: Post your Malkavian Mental Outbursts!
« Reply #8 on: March 29, 2005, 04:09:00 am »
                The pain... the pain is bursting. I can see the wave of fire on the horizon and I know it won't stop. I know it is not meant to stop! It hurts... the Jedi's are going to feel this one for sure. I know we all deserve to drown in the pools of paine and remorse but the lack of choice in this regard is strumming the pain in my dreams. My dreams hurt badly these days...
 
 Time to drink the acid tears from my dead companions to ease the confusion. Ahh, sweet confusion. How it pains me. Pain is the only way to know you are still alive, so they say. I wish I was alive... just once again - REAL PAIN.
 
 I miss it. I miss me...                        

 

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Re: Post your Malkavian Mental Outbursts!
« Reply #9 on: July 13, 2005, 10:25:00 am »
                My mouth and mind are not intertwined nor are they connected, one thinks the other speaks but not which you would expected, before I can tell that which is the truth my tongue is extracted, why am I cursed to be forever silent yet loquacious                        

 

                                                  

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Re: Post your Malkavian Mental Outbursts!
« Reply #10 on: July 13, 2005, 05:46:00 pm »
                Fools are they! The cowardly wretches who think they can evade oblivion with material gain! How empty their expensive homes and cars are when their heart failed them.How useless is the wardrobe spanning two timezones.
 
 The inevitable void devours all, even the stars.
 See this truth and let it pound the mind like a million crashing airplanes on a cradle full of innocents!
 
 Our kin is cursed with the knowledge.Nothing escapes.Not even the loyal servants.
 
 Be free...                        

 

                                                  

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Re: Post your Malkavian Mental Outbursts!
« Reply #11 on: July 14, 2005, 12:53:00 am »
                I drink from the goblet of the night,
 The wind against me cheeks and my sigh like soft breeze,
 The thoughts introduce themselves and I say 'how do you do' But they scream for more wine which I cannot give fore I did not have money in my pockets. Intoxicated by the scent of blood filling my nose and smeared on my face.The voices fight among themselves and I scream over them so I can think for my own. They tell me to set the neighbors cat on fire but the fridge won't let me. I walk down the street talking to my thoughts as people passed in the night. I loved the warmth of the night against my cold skin and the wetness of crimson blood.Fire and Ice..passion and pain..They are screaming now like the man I am holding down and sinking my fangs into like an episode of Suvivor on tv...the wilderness of the city..the tecnocolor dream.                        

 

                                                  

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Re: Post your Malkavian Mental Outbursts!
« Reply #12 on: August 10, 2005, 07:00:00 am »
                I see them everywhere, on the streets, on the television, in the schools.
 The blind that walk the earth with eyes wide open and judge those that see out of spite selfproclaimed justice.
 Why won't they go away? Why can't they just leave me alone?
 
 <red>Why do you scream and cry? why can't you join us and live in blessed ignorance like you are supposed to? Why must you be so different and let darkness consume you?</red>
 
 Go away! I need my darkness, I need to be different, I refuse to be like you! Why must you deny that which is pure and taint all that you see with your so-called beauty?! You don't know true beauty!
 
 <red>Oh, little one you're so confused. What is this purity and true beauty that you seek? Why do you torment yourself like this? Why don't you live like us in blessed ignorance?</red>
 
 Be quiet! You sheep! I will continue to live in darkness until a true light comes and saves me, not your false light! But where do I find it? Why do I even bother to look?!
 
 So many questions, so many questions, why won't anyone answer?!                        

 

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Re: Post your Malkavian Mental Outbursts!
« Reply #13 on: August 10, 2005, 07:57:00 am »
                Life is like a book with some of its pages missing... There are pieces missing in the story, and without them no one wants to reach the end.
 When the truth is buried in lies get a shovel and dig a little deeper.
 Sometimes I wonder if the world is just some sick person's dream... How else would you explain why the rabbit never gets his tricks?
 You are nothing but a noodle in the pasta of society. Not very powerful, but still very tasty.
 The little red hen stays in her roost while getting her chicks to gather flour for her bread. She does not share this bread with others and soon the sky will fall upon her for her selfishness. She plots evilly in her nest... She wants to take over the farm! But we shall not let her! Tonight there is Kung-Pow chicken for dinner!
                       

 

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Re: Post your Malkavian Mental Outbursts!
« Reply #14 on: September 15, 2005, 12:48:00 am »
               
 Each day we live our lives in a haze of dreams. We wear masks to disguise our true selves, even from our friends and family.
 Promises are broken, lies are told but for what? Some desperate need for self gratification?
 We cling to primal instincts and shower them with praise, wording them as "love" all while our carnal urges tear our frail forms apart from inside.
 Chaos, while difficult to fathom can at least be understood while order is largley based on individual perception.
 One man's wisdom is another's rambling and the truly enlightened are locked away to ensure that the blissful illusion of life is kept intact and preserved whitin it's plastic cast.
 We build walls of reason and hide behind them like cowards, refusing to face reality when insanity comes along, rearing it's ugly head like a bloated blister filled with the oozing pus of clarity.
 It's a twisted world filled with the pits we dug for our foes only to find that we trapped ourselves underground.
 The comatose haze of what we call "normal life" is nothing but a frail bubble, ready to burst at any sign of disorientation.
 We are born, we are conditioned to turn the wheel and when we grow too frail to serve anymore we are left to die on cold, hospital beds, accompanied only by our own wails of anguish.
 Live the dream. Enjoy it because one of these days you might wake up screaming...                        

 

                                                  

 

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