My fingers are shaking uncontrollably. I am horrified beyond comprehension.

Once you "get" the sequence you will be shown another pattern. It's a trippy ride.

I thought it was a strange coincidence that my user id had 444 today.

There.

Well here is something synchronous that I feel may be part of the trippy ride. I got a friend request today. Awesome right? Well this individuals name is the female form of Gabriel. Gabrial was the archangel that was tasked with messages.

Wha????? Warning, Danger, Caution. Synchronicity overload.

Ok it's final. I'm going to let this shit own me. I'm going to get lost in this mystery, and fuck off what little sanity I had left.

Of course I will report everything back here.

Relieved to hear it, I'm curious now, maybe Friend will fill us in some more too...

The friend request after further review turned out to be a brand new account. Freshly made and more than likely random. Probably a bot. Funny about the name though. I sent it a message and the reply back was kind of generic.

Which makes me think that once again I've blown the whole thing out of proportion. The result of being bored with the humdrum of my bland existence. Instantly agitated over anything that could offer something which I do not have, a purpose.

Drunkenness washes over me like the cleansing waters of a baptism.

O' lordy.

This one goes out to all of them who are like me, lost as fuck. Why was it so easy to find our way here? Sure as fuck can't find the way out. No map to be had, no compass either.

At the utter disposal of the system. Sacrifices.

Awash in grime, and confusion, let them eat of our flesh, and suffer the consequence. Let our blood stain there teeth and then rot them away.

We are the chosen. In the afterlife we will be poltergeists. Haunting the collective. Internalize the pain, for soon it shall be repaid.

STFU

Really? Well because your reply was done with vast eloquence and overwhelming intelligence, I guess I have to obey you. You are far superior to me.

Or maybe.........

You could take your idiotic acronym reply and firmly shove it up your ass, take it out, and then deep throat it. You nasty ass to mouth fuck faced mother fucker.

Enjoy your stupidity, it will accompany you your whole life.

The underdogs. The beaten and trod upon. Enslaved from birth by the dictates of societies construct. Where is thou bite?

They have been lulled into a false sense of security. Empowered by years of subservitude. The time is near. Rebelliousness is of the spirit of witchcraft, tis what they say.

Their rules made in order to control and take from you everything. They even demonized your animal instinct. The pack is alive and well, thought I heard your howl.

Phone calls from a friend, persistent, become evident, I've been listed.

Slip ups, acknowledged. Information not given seems to be commen knowledge.

Laughable. Too easy. Boring.

The comms are here. This is where it's real. Phone calls are diso.

Ring ring, who's not there? It's me, I'm not answering.

LIFTING VEIL
been there too darling-444

Thank you starbuck. This journey went all kinds of spiritual. I'm in till the end and then again, if need be.

Of madness and it's stench. Why must you cling so close to me? Was it because of my environment? Am I to be held accountable because of where I have been sent?

This realm of life has been a ripoff, a lie, a wish distorted and given.

Reality, you know I never belonged here. I did not fit. Obtruse and weird, my presence, surely a deities mistake.

God, why was I created?

If you were in downtown Eureka Springs you would be seeing and hearing what I am.

A banjo player, highly skilled is rocking the instrument. Lots of different kinds of people to watch. The weather is nice and the only thing missing is a righteous buzz. That will be remedied in about thirty minutes.

If you're close by you should come on down. There is lots of magic to be had. It's every where down here.

I wonder what this day will bring. I can't wait to see. Something sparkling and new.

I found a dark little bar and ordered a rum and coke. The barkeep made me a Cuba Libra instead. For five dollars I was given a medium size glass of rum with a splash of coke for color. The man must have been able to tell I have a hell of a tolerance.

I'm waiting on a friend, we're setting up a table at basin park complete with a banner that has two huge marijuana leaves. We're collecting signatures to have the topic of legalization put on the ballot for 2016.

What could be better? A pleasant Saturday talking about smoke, while my mind destroys itself on well rum.

So why the fuck are people so hostile? Staring at me with their mean eyes. I'm just sitting here with a smile and glazed over eyes. I'm buzzed as fuck and on the road to drunk.

Fuck em. Let them eat their fill. The meal is toxic. My flesh is of ruin. So is my soul. Is yours?

Ducked the fuck out. In another dark bar. My mind is sooooo blown. A lady took a pic of a sign. I saw a flash. Camera action. She explained that they were not stalking me. I almost told her that makes her unique.

Where's that cruel Hispanic chick? She had nice legs and if'n I see her again ima gonna tell her so.

Gotta go back out in the light. Hope I can carry it. Wish me luck.

I have sexualized my readership and I want to marry you.

So the question is, how much rum can I consume and still keep it together.......tee hee, I didn't wake up with it together. Perish the thought.

Goddamn I feel grrreeeaaattt. Fuck corn flakes. I drank my breakfast and lunch too. How about dinner? Let's see.

Even I know I can only take my public intoxication so far. Eventually I'll hit the wall at 200 m.p.h. Be arrested and then disappeared. Can't let the enigma go without checks and balance. It's indecent to polite society.

Perhaps today will be the day you lose your scribe. The audience has become the muse. If these are my last words, I just wanted to say, I fucking love you guys. I gave it all to you, and I'd do it again.

Well fuck, I really do not know how to excuse my behavior. Politikin is fun, but not as fun as drinking in a bar downtown.

If I could get my face out of the phone, I'd have some real time interaction. That would be cheating though.

No time to be a whore. Serious business at hand. Must write more. It's an addiction that must be experienced to the fullest.

Aww shit, there went the money for my apartment. Holy Jesus I'm a fuck up.

Don't hate on me, I'm a loser baby.

J/K hate the fuck away. It's my destiny. I am to be your pin cushioned voodoo doll.

So.....anybody wanna make out?

I have one of 18 million options. The one I'm going to choose equates to momentary hardship.

Because that's how I roll.

Riding dirty.

Let tragedy define, and come alive.

I'm going to piss my pants. I have not the ability to walk to the bathroom. Such a shame to become deplorable and all that.

Let us all drink from my loins, I have a major offering to give. Let me please relieve.

Lolz.

I truly hope nobody has read this shit. It's embarrassment defined. Tons of words that have exposed.

Thanks alcohol. Thanks for nothing.

Life is full of wonder. Are you guys having fun? I'd like to take the following moment to exalt debauchery.

Dear debauchery, you are so perfectly pretty. It seems just like yesterday you took me within. We became one and then died all of a sudden. So tragic our outcome.

Thank God for punk music.

Especially joy division.

I'm still alive. Don't bury me yet.

Holy shit! Im so fucked up. Am I really still posting? I cannoot walk 22 miles home. Living in the rural! Never knew that my heaven would be the death of me. Glad to know that I finally got to feel alive.

So, I was talking to my imaginary friend and he says you're fucking nuts.

my dad died when I was 13, so it has become just my b day. it was good times when he was alive.

Blue Foundation - Eyes On Fire (Zeds Dead Remix)