http://iamscatology.blogspot.com/ennoreply@blogger.com (TheLastMistake 0R universempty)Wed, 11 Jan 2012 18:00:05 PSTBloggertag:blogger.com,1999:blog-814793522703282360576125http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/2.0/http://iamscatology.blogspot.com/http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3450/3975335703_f6025b92fb.jpgiamscatologyhttp://feedburner.google.comhttp://feedproxy.google.com/~r/iamscatology/~3/gpTWfU0ieoc/lex-talionis-casey-my-friend-shut-up.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (TheLastMistake 0R universempty)Wed, 07 Dec 2011 01:41:00 PSTtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147935227032823605.post-9476782199677637842011-12-07T04:41:53.518-05:00Lex Talionis: Casey, my friend, shut up.0<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/iamscatology?a=gpTWfU0ieoc:Ia1rFWrOS84:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/iamscatology?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> </div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/iamscatology/~4/gpTWfU0ieoc" height="1" width="1"/>http://iamscatology.blogspot.com/2011/12/lex-talionis-casey-my-friend-shut-up.htmlhttp://feedproxy.google.com/~r/iamscatology/~3/2CFGlGnFqGE/on-major-depression.htmlDepressionMental disordernoreply@blogger.com (TheLastMistake 0R universempty)Sat, 19 Mar 2011 18:15:00 PDTtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147935227032823605.post-73684712906160785792011-09-11T18:22:20.309-04:00....On Major Depression… “In sooth, I know not why I am so sad: It wearies me; you say it wearies you; But how I caught it, found it, or came by it, What stuff 'tis made of, whereof it is born, I am to learn; And such a want-wit sadness makes of me, That I have much ado to know myself. –Shakespeare Antonio in “The Merchant of Venice” “Having bitten on life like a sharp apple 7<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/iamscatology?a=2CFGlGnFqGE:e-ygJyi_UeQ:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/iamscatology?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> </div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/iamscatology/~4/2CFGlGnFqGE" height="1" width="1"/>http://iamscatology.blogspot.com/2009/10/on-major-depression.htmlhttp://feedproxy.google.com/~r/iamscatology/~3/7yMtBvyBzHc/could-it-be-night.htmlDamnationsadnesslonelinessOSunDeathLET ME OUT OF HEREMental tormentacute social withdrawalnoreply@blogger.com (TheLastMistake 0R universempty)Wed, 01 Dec 2010 05:24:00 PSTtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147935227032823605.post-12385710781178252942010-12-01T13:07:27.594-05:00"Death is no more than passing from one room into another. But there's a difference for me, you know. Because in that other room I shall be able to see." Helen Keller  -Art work by Otto DixThere is a question. She asks it over and over. But, is it her voice that asks or a hallucination, a dream perhaps while awake? Could it be Night? Maybe. Maybe not. I think, yet I don't think. It is all 0<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/iamscatology?a=7yMtBvyBzHc:AKiUOAVEMd4:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/iamscatology?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> </div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/iamscatology/~4/7yMtBvyBzHc" height="1" width="1"/>http://iamscatology.blogspot.com/2010/12/could-it-be-night.htmlhttp://feedproxy.google.com/~r/iamscatology/~3/kOfnowbbkjg/what-it-all-comes-down-to.htmlDepressionlonelinessspelling b flunkyWhat it All Comes Down ToHumanOSunOpposing ViewsLET ME OUT OF HEREPersonalhypocrisyMental healthMajor depressive disorderMental tormentnoreply@blogger.com (TheLastMistake 0R universempty)Thu, 11 Nov 2010 10:04:00 PSTtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147935227032823605.post-581773031303233362010-11-11T13:04:52.200-05:00 If Everyone would just shut up...... How do you think the World would change? For better or Worse? Is War a result of communication disorder? Think about it. Really HARD. If everyone would just shut the fuck up maybe they would have to think and see, read, brush up on grammar, learn, grow, reflect, notice the state of the status quo, be forced to turn inwards, hear some great music, cry, commit 0<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/iamscatology?a=kOfnowbbkjg:vNCW3aNxcRc:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/iamscatology?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> </div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/iamscatology/~4/kOfnowbbkjg" height="1" width="1"/>http://iamscatology.blogspot.com/2010/11/what-it-all-comes-down-to.htmlhttp://feedproxy.google.com/~r/iamscatology/~3/Az1RqOoM4EQ/acute.htmlsadnesslonelinessFuckMajor depressive disorderSmileMental tormentacute social withdrawalnoreply@blogger.com (TheLastMistake 0R universempty)Wed, 06 Oct 2010 10:27:00 PDTtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147935227032823605.post-44764786274357779012010-10-06T13:27:38.234-04:00Yeah I am a cute......ACUTE. a·cute   [uh-kyoot]  Show IPA –adjective 1. sharp or severe in effect; intense: acute sorrow; an acutepain.2. extremely great or serious; crucial; critical: an acuteshortage of oil.3. (of disease) brief and severe ( opposed to chronic).4. sharp or penetrating in intellect, insight, or perception: anacute observer.5. extremely sensitive even to slight details or 0<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/iamscatology?a=Az1RqOoM4EQ:hiJgeEl09zM:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/iamscatology?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> </div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/iamscatology/~4/Az1RqOoM4EQ" height="1" width="1"/>http://iamscatology.blogspot.com/2010/05/acute.htmlhttp://feedproxy.google.com/~r/iamscatology/~3/waG0oP25l30/addict.htmlsadnesslonelinessMental healthPersonalacute social withdrawalnoreply@blogger.com (TheLastMistake 0R universempty)Fri, 01 Oct 2010 22:01:00 PDTtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147935227032823605.post-41261741788737796832010-10-02T01:01:54.289-04:00     I.                         The addict slithers, constant in my brain; it wants to take my life and show me Hell and it wants to do so now with no reservation. The addict is a sociopath. It wants me. I breathe in the desolation of "the streets" as if I were there, waiting, asking, walking non-nonchalant down avenues forbidden. A strange lesson in survival, I have learned to speak the language1<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/iamscatology?a=waG0oP25l30:1cqrKowGoPQ:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/iamscatology?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> </div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/iamscatology/~4/waG0oP25l30" height="1" width="1"/>http://iamscatology.blogspot.com/2010/08/addict.htmlhttp://feedproxy.google.com/~r/iamscatology/~3/nX8JyUATHRg/and-also-trees-gone-like-swallows-1986.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (TheLastMistake 0R universempty)Sat, 25 Sep 2010 02:13:00 PDTtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147935227032823605.post-70633633144189921372010-12-01T14:18:22.377-05:000<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/iamscatology?a=nX8JyUATHRg:l5paTwncXEw:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/iamscatology?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> </div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/iamscatology/~4/nX8JyUATHRg" height="1" width="1"/>http://iamscatology.blogspot.com/2010/09/and-also-trees-gone-like-swallows-1986.htmlhttp://feedproxy.google.com/~r/iamscatology/~3/1_j1x0iaYxA/monster.htmldisconnectedsadnessMoodlonelinessDepressionMental disorderFemale CaligulaDeathMental tormentacute social withdrawalnoreply@blogger.com (TheLastMistake 0R universempty)Fri, 24 Sep 2010 16:55:00 PDTtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147935227032823605.post-87873914247799936192010-09-24T23:31:52.013-04:00..." I will watch with peace the calm tongue of the tide licking from the sand the unclean story of my heart." -Edna Saint Vincent Millay The Monster that resides within me, dormant and waiting, waiting and cruel, soon enough to come invade my psyche and pervade my efforts to be wholesome, to be good. My personality, my values, have long suffered the trickery of the Monster. The Monster never 2<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/iamscatology?a=1_j1x0iaYxA:bNMXC78jAJ8:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/iamscatology?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> </div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/iamscatology/~4/1_j1x0iaYxA" height="1" width="1"/>http://iamscatology.blogspot.com/2010/09/monster.htmlhttp://feedproxy.google.com/~r/iamscatology/~3/Z5acyySimQI/dozen-winters-of-loneliness.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (TheLastMistake 0R universempty)Tue, 21 Sep 2010 06:39:00 PDTtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147935227032823605.post-28366970315137984782010-09-21T09:39:46.027-04:000<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/iamscatology?a=Z5acyySimQI:hORPpC8LvMA:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/iamscatology?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> </div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/iamscatology/~4/Z5acyySimQI" height="1" width="1"/>http://iamscatology.blogspot.com/2010/09/dozen-winters-of-loneliness.htmlhttp://feedproxy.google.com/~r/iamscatology/~3/hlrvAibgl0c/listen.htmldisconnectedMoodlonelinessMental healthLET ME OUT OF HERESmileMental tormentpublic relationsacute social withdrawalnoreply@blogger.com (TheLastMistake 0R universempty)Sat, 28 Aug 2010 01:51:00 PDTtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147935227032823605.post-1072063320258024262010-08-28T04:51:18.669-04:00I perceive that I am leaving myself, separated from my flesh, floating helplessly into another place. The place where there are but strangers. The place where I feel more and more like an apparition. I want to be intoxicated, but I have nothing of the nectar which intoxicates. It is fight or flight. I choose flight, and within seconds, I disappear. I go where no one can see or hear me. I talk to 1<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/iamscatology?a=hlrvAibgl0c:PSUdUI0X26s:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/iamscatology?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> </div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/iamscatology/~4/hlrvAibgl0c" height="1" width="1"/>http://iamscatology.blogspot.com/2010/08/listen.htmlhttp://feedproxy.google.com/~r/iamscatology/~3/5zlhkz7qmJY/i-could.htmlHamletdisconnectedMental healthShakespeareLET ME OUT OF HEREacute social withdrawalnoreply@blogger.com (TheLastMistake 0R universempty)Fri, 06 Aug 2010 16:50:00 PDTtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147935227032823605.post-62899971496731766212010-08-06T19:50:56.616-04:00“I could be bounded in a nutshell and count myself a king of infinite space, were it not that I have bad dreams.”-Hamlet, Shakespeare -Painting by Otto Dix1<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/iamscatology?a=5zlhkz7qmJY:HaibQMJyGzE:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/iamscatology?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> </div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/iamscatology/~4/5zlhkz7qmJY" height="1" width="1"/>http://iamscatology.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-could.htmlhttp://feedproxy.google.com/~r/iamscatology/~3/IL6u-_5ryFk/1-800-gimcrack.htmlShoppingTelevisionVacuum cleanerSocial SciencesMental tormentpublic relationsChristmasTouchscreenSaturday Night Livenoreply@blogger.com (TheLastMistake 0R universempty)Wed, 04 Aug 2010 17:06:00 PDTtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147935227032823605.post-78311061509257530652010-08-04T20:06:57.992-04:00What does the GIMCRACK make you feel? Does it make you feel less? More ostentatious? Less displayed? Are your senses played upon by a blinding collage of mediocre concession stands? Does strip-mall jewelery whisper "GIMCRACK" through the optic terror of florescent lights? Does it titillate within you to differentiate between a diamond and cheap plastic? Does it not remind you of stale air being2<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/iamscatology?a=IL6u-_5ryFk:vEMo-HSr3ak:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/iamscatology?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> </div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/iamscatology/~4/IL6u-_5ryFk" height="1" width="1"/>http://iamscatology.blogspot.com/2010/02/1-800-gimcrack.htmlhttp://feedproxy.google.com/~r/iamscatology/~3/V3y_8j2ZazQ/i-rather-fucking-die.htmlDamnationOSunFuckDeathLET ME OUT OF HEREnoreply@blogger.com (TheLastMistake 0R universempty)Wed, 04 Aug 2010 16:45:00 PDTtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147935227032823605.post-46334734153724708462010-08-04T19:45:31.174-04:00 workdeath Originally uploaded by STANIAMComforting.0<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/iamscatology?a=V3y_8j2ZazQ:35AMvkAkT18:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/iamscatology?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> </div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/iamscatology/~4/V3y_8j2ZazQ" height="1" width="1"/>http://iamscatology.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-rather-fucking-die.htmlhttp://feedproxy.google.com/~r/iamscatology/~3/xdL9jGiOyJA/why-why-why.htmlDamnationdisconnectedDepressionOSunFuckPersonalMental tormentnoreply@blogger.com (TheLastMistake 0R universempty)Sun, 01 Aug 2010 03:47:00 PDTtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147935227032823605.post-13337329335012304632010-08-01T07:00:58.828-04:00 I'm here, and I love you. I have always loved you, and I will always love you. I was thinking of you, seeing your face in my mind, every second that I was away. When I told you that I didn’t want you, it was the very blackest kind of blasphemy. faaavorite<3?=P  No more please. you cannot handle it. Month after month of catastrophe (some of it manifested by your defects, 2<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/iamscatology?a=xdL9jGiOyJA:iDrIGGskqjk:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/iamscatology?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> </div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/iamscatology/~4/xdL9jGiOyJA" height="1" width="1"/>http://iamscatology.blogspot.com/2010/08/why-why-why.htmlhttp://feedproxy.google.com/~r/iamscatology/~3/zMRFSosUebU/addict-writerscafeorg.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (TheLastMistake 0R universempty)Tue, 20 Jul 2010 21:03:00 PDTtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147935227032823605.post-18055010284283366302010-07-21T00:03:02.762-04:00The Addict | WritersCafe.org0<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/iamscatology?a=zMRFSosUebU:j0qdvMajvQg:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/iamscatology?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> </div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/iamscatology/~4/zMRFSosUebU" height="1" width="1"/>http://iamscatology.blogspot.com/2010/07/addict-writerscafeorg.htmlhttp://feedproxy.google.com/~r/iamscatology/~3/HFupcPJpkkU/i-love-trash-and-disorder-therefore-i.htmldisconnectedOSundiane sawyerpublic relationsandroidDiogenes syndromenoreply@blogger.com (TheLastMistake 0R universempty)Fri, 18 Jun 2010 15:31:00 PDTtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147935227032823605.post-35152658637412434642010-06-18T18:31:44.404-04:00 "MESSY PEOPLE ARE MORE PRODUCTIVE"-God   I DON'T EVEN REALLY SEE THE TRASH. THIS IS MOSTLY BECAUSE I AM THINKING.....2,000 MPH: A MULTIBRITOUS COLLAGE OF THOUGHTS INTERTWINING AND MELDING, BREAKING APART AND JOINING OTHERS, AND OTHERS, AND OTHERS. OTHERS....SMOTHERS. YOU SEE, I TEND TO DISAPPEAR. I LOSE MYSELF. I LOSE TRACK OF WHAT I DID ONE SECOND PRIOR TO NOW. I MULTI-TASK. THE PATTERNS IN 0<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/iamscatology?a=HFupcPJpkkU:qLHwXw5afSY:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/iamscatology?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> </div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/iamscatology/~4/HFupcPJpkkU" height="1" width="1"/>http://iamscatology.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-love-trash-and-disorder-therefore-i.htmlhttp://feedproxy.google.com/~r/iamscatology/~3/9d5k_eZjpqc/no-number-four.htmlspelling b flunkyFavorite FemalesVacuum cleanerEvilPersonalnoreply@blogger.com (TheLastMistake 0R universempty)Fri, 18 Jun 2010 10:52:00 PDTtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147935227032823605.post-69166887380493793642010-06-18T13:52:24.590-04:00 <!-- /* Font Definitions */ @font-face {font-family:SimSun; panose-1:2 1 6 0 3 1 1 1 1 1; mso-font-alt:宋体; mso-font-charset:134; mso-generic-font-family:auto; mso-font-format:other; mso-font-pitch:variable; mso-font-signature:1 135135232 16 0 262144 0;} @font-face {font-family:"\@SimSun"; panose-1:0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0; mso-font-charset:134; mso-generic-font-family:0<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/iamscatology?a=9d5k_eZjpqc:HaiP3XLT_5g:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/iamscatology?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> </div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/iamscatology/~4/9d5k_eZjpqc" height="1" width="1"/>http://iamscatology.blogspot.com/2009/12/no-number-four.htmlhttp://feedproxy.google.com/~r/iamscatology/~3/5Wwarr58S8U/innocence-upon-time.htmlchildhooddisconnectedsadnessOSunLET ME OUT OF HEREPersonalChildacute social withdrawalnoreply@blogger.com (TheLastMistake 0R universempty)Sat, 12 Jun 2010 00:23:00 PDTtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147935227032823605.post-59649493970872867292010-06-12T03:23:42.756-04:00And perhaps it was an anomaly, the torrents of grasshoppers, one after the other through a crack in the backyard fence, flooding your insect catcher-the prize of your childhood. Beyond the fence, the marsh, and the surreal parade of grasshoppers. They were your first true friends. As many the catcher could hold was the claustrophobic fate of the grasshoppers, but you were young and ignorant, you 0<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/iamscatology?a=5Wwarr58S8U:_Vspf5Cr2Vw:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/iamscatology?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> </div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/iamscatology/~4/5Wwarr58S8U" height="1" width="1"/>http://iamscatology.blogspot.com/2010/06/innocence-upon-time.htmlhttp://feedproxy.google.com/~r/iamscatology/~3/Xo7KLkw_rIc/so-there-you-have-it-etc.htmldisconnectedBarack ObamaTelevisionHumanOSunSocial SciencesLET ME OUT OF HERESmilepublic relationsnoreply@blogger.com (TheLastMistake 0R universempty)Wed, 09 Jun 2010 17:54:00 PDTtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147935227032823605.post-35671992285478139952010-06-09T20:54:29.839-04:00Like a sorrowful cow. I am. Oh fuck you cow. I walked for twenty miles and the Baptist Church I passed did not amuse me. The people and their ugly hot-rods ceased to amuse me. They all try to bite me. They need flesh. They are all zombies. Zombies in cars. Zombies in bars. Zombies roaming the sidewalks and streets. Death. This culture knows death quite well. Yes, I am having a conversation with 3<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/iamscatology?a=Xo7KLkw_rIc:5dCeaLDFsXQ:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/iamscatology?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> </div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/iamscatology/~4/Xo7KLkw_rIc" height="1" width="1"/>http://iamscatology.blogspot.com/2010/06/so-there-you-have-it-etc.htmlhttp://feedproxy.google.com/~r/iamscatology/~3/2XOpjedjMR8/what-do-i-do.htmldisconnectedlonelinessOSunLET ME OUT OF HERESmileandroidHarrietnoreply@blogger.com (TheLastMistake 0R universempty)Fri, 28 May 2010 04:39:00 PDTtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147935227032823605.post-84350672688206189562010-05-27T20:46:28.307-04:00Oh Harriett. How lucky you are. You, all plush and cushion, and faux red locks. Is it easy to be a doll Harriett? You see, I am a human being and I just get so wrapped around the tree of the hanged man....woman....human. I feel this terror and it paralyzes my body and renders it useless. I curl up like a deflated something made in China and I can't come out of my burrow. There is so much fear in 1<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/iamscatology?a=2XOpjedjMR8:QEFW-3OIHx0:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/iamscatology?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> </div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/iamscatology/~4/2XOpjedjMR8" height="1" width="1"/>http://iamscatology.blogspot.com/2010/05/what-do-i-do.htmlhttp://feedproxy.google.com/~r/iamscatology/~3/OmCSYl3xWSk/harriett-and-i-laying-in-bed.htmldisconnectedInterpersonal relationshipPersonalitiesDepressionSocial SciencesOpposing ViewsRelationshipshikikomoriDisordersacute social withdrawalnoreply@blogger.com (TheLastMistake 0R universempty)Thu, 27 May 2010 17:39:00 PDTtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147935227032823605.post-15882400705451306772010-05-27T20:39:21.605-04:00Hikikomori is how Harriett describes me tonight as we lay beside each other (strictly platonic, I am not into molesting dolls). Hikikomori in Japan means "social withdrawal." I do not know how or why she comes up with these ideas of me. After all, she is just a doll and her capacity for empathy is nonexistent. Call me crazy-all dolls are sociopaths. Anyhow, Harriett said that it was not good for 2<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/iamscatology?a=OmCSYl3xWSk:9pgafoVXZ_w:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/iamscatology?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> </div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/iamscatology/~4/OmCSYl3xWSk" height="1" width="1"/>http://iamscatology.blogspot.com/2010/04/harriett-and-i-laying-in-bed.htmlhttp://feedproxy.google.com/~r/iamscatology/~3/hm-X-Uc8TJk/harriett-and-ia-continuation.htmlFriendshipsadnessMoodlonelinessHumanRelationshipsLET ME OUT OF HEREandroidnoreply@blogger.com (TheLastMistake 0R universempty)Thu, 27 May 2010 17:37:00 PDTtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147935227032823605.post-15623101314511865962010-05-27T20:37:59.286-04:00 Coming soon to a monitor near you will be a continuation of the story featuring Harriett and her companion. To recall or refresh your memory:  "I am a repressed revolutionary. Are repressed revolutionaries inspiring Harriett? Harriett said no. Then why do you treat me like Jesus? Because you remind me of him a lot. How could that be. A fragmented sentence just projected out of me. I suppose I 0<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/iamscatology?a=hm-X-Uc8TJk:ykOL2Z1cCjA:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/iamscatology?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> </div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/iamscatology/~4/hm-X-Uc8TJk" height="1" width="1"/>http://iamscatology.blogspot.com/2010/03/harriett-and-ia-continuation.htmlhttp://feedproxy.google.com/~r/iamscatology/~3/AUecLwIXWNw/lee-hazlewood-my-autumns-done-come.htmlMy MusicmusicDeathnoreply@blogger.com (TheLastMistake 0R universempty)Thu, 20 May 2010 04:48:00 PDTtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147935227032823605.post-85971487991336489592010-05-20T07:48:32.180-04:00Lee Hazlewood - My autumn's done come0<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/iamscatology?a=AUecLwIXWNw:5GDjPoXsNrw:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/iamscatology?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> </div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/iamscatology/~4/AUecLwIXWNw" height="1" width="1"/>http://iamscatology.blogspot.com/2010/05/lee-hazlewood-my-autumns-done-come.htmlhttp://feedproxy.google.com/~r/iamscatology/~3/THKZpmABxpk/vandals-unite_18.htmlhypocrisyBarack ObamavandalismFuckEvilSmilepublic relationsnoreply@blogger.com (TheLastMistake 0R universempty)Tue, 18 May 2010 00:06:00 PDTtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147935227032823605.post-3607045573286238112010-05-18T03:06:56.929-04:00Nothing makes me laugh so hard as when I happen to be riding on the shitty train or walking the streets I should not be walking, and clear as day, right before my eyes, is the word "FUCK" written in huge childish upper-case defilements. "FUCK." So blunt, so profound. It mocks factory buildings, bathroom walls, and, why nothing can be better then when the word "FUCK" corrodes the pearl-white 0<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/iamscatology?a=THKZpmABxpk:2x3HoJCFKYU:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/iamscatology?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> </div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/iamscatology/~4/THKZpmABxpk" height="1" width="1"/>http://iamscatology.blogspot.com/2010/05/vandals-unite_18.htmlhttp://feedproxy.google.com/~r/iamscatology/~3/oqgcV1vvYos/vandalism-is-key.htmlsevered headsvandalismVacuum cleanerFuckexceedingly-violent QueenSocial SciencesLET ME OUT OF HEREpublic relationsDiogenes syndromenoreply@blogger.com (TheLastMistake 0R universempty)Thu, 13 May 2010 22:41:00 PDTtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8147935227032823605.post-52361403094086284532010-05-14T01:41:47.543-04:00I live for it and i have a pet-peeve (among many) concerning artificial flowers. Actually the white suburban flash of white trash and trophy neighborhoods make the snot in my nose cry a river, albeit, a raging river. I live next to a town that claims:Stratford-The town of forest and sea. Uh, where is the motherfucking forest? All I see are made in China houses and slow restaurants, and of course,2<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/iamscatology?a=oqgcV1vvYos:jdhVTGOVmtg:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/iamscatology?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> </div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/iamscatology/~4/oqgcV1vvYos" height="1" width="1"/>http://iamscatology.blogspot.com/2010/05/vandalism-is-key.html