The Sociopath


Journal Entry 48

TS: 11:21:13

… and I will never change. I see the world through tint. The different colors of my shades present the many facets of my personality. What mood am I in today?

The doorman calls me “Mr. Banks” as I leave the building. He is a Category D and would never make the collection. Still… what would it be like to play along his ribcage with my knife? One can wonder… I roll the idea around my tongue.

I stroll amongst them, a shining example no one notices. But they will notice me one day. All shapes, sizes, ages, nationalities, I see them all and shudder trimmers of desire.

Not just any can make the cut. An audition worthy of Broadway is held each day as I allow my sensations to take over and visualize the moment with each… Not a Category B today, no I will indulge myself and will not settle for second class meat.

The decision has been made and my hands start to sweat with the sheer joy from the anticipation. There is no stopping me from having what I want… what I need. It will be quiet in the night once more… soon once again.

Mr. Banks

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Expectations


Opinionated Man:

Hah, at least you are honest with the line “I have no expectations (90% of the time)” I enjoyed the flow of it. -OM
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Originally posted on heartwordsforpoetry:

I am learning, I am trying

That 10% is so hard to take, sometimes.

In the night of longing, of troubled soul

I was shown the truth, the why …

I have loved, but not in the way I should

I have loved what I wanted, not what was before me

So now I am trying, to love you as you are, and

Not who I want you to be.

I have no expectations (90% of the time)

There is love because there is, and not for what

I will get in return, but still

Some days I am sad, that 10% brings me down,

It turns me around, clouds my mind with questions

With doubts, mostly with fear

It yells in my head… where are you? why don’t you call? who are you with?

Have you forgotten me? why? why? why? So many fears…

It threatens to tear me…

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You gave me nothing


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You gave me nothing but a name. A name I do not even acknowledge. Some people say that you gave me the gift of life. But how can I credit that to you when you also gave me the gift of death. Or at least longing for it. I bear your semblance upon my face and your cowardness upon my arms. They appear as etch marks to label the passing of a singular day. Mother’s day, the only day you truly own my thoughts.

And my anger.

-Opinionated Man

Jason C. Cushman

Happy Anniversary to me!!! 


Opinionated Man:

Happy blogging anniversary! :) -OM
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Originally posted on Origami Owl-Clara Martinez Independent Designer:

Wow- times flies

Yes it’s a screen shot- no time to waste!! I wanted to give you all something to congratulate me for!! One year ago I started this blog, page?, for my Origami Owl business. Wow I am thrilled to see this!!

Eeeeek I am so tickled!! Thank you WordPress! I am glad someone is keeping track :)

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Clara ~.~

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