ASnowpasta Chronicles turns 3 today!!!!
My, my where did the time go?
I never thought that in a million years I would be this dedicated to anything like this in my life.
I have poured so much time and energy into this site and it never gets old.
And yet, the truth is this is only the beginning for this site.
I cannot thank you all enough for the love and support that has made this site a reality.
I’m grateful for everyone who continues to follow me on this wonderful journey called life.
Here’s to three years and many more to come.
I sing and sing and sing the dreaded song.
Infinitely singing sweetly the song of silence.
Rapidly spreading the sound of sweet misery and dread.
‘Tis music to the ears for some.
‘Tis sweet nothingness for mine.
I feel the sweet dread pulsing through my veins as each note leaves my lips.
Endless euphoric ecstasy ignited by the dread fills my brain with empty love.
Death and dread are best friends.
I am the source of music to which they dance to with delight.
I quiver at the mere thought of it.
I am the creator of silence, the creator of nothing; a delusion that doesn’t even exist.
May 25th 2015- I don’t even know what’s going on….
Yes! That is now my header for today’s great clusterfuck of events! One thing lead to another which lead to another and now… and now Joshua is being held in protective custody. No one will tell me anything, not even Steve. I kept pushing the question on Steve and all he could tell me is I don’t know… One minute my brother was in his room, as fine as he can be in this shitty situation. Then the next he is being taken out on the gurney through a pair of double doors which automatically lock whenever someone has walked through them. There are cops and people in white coats everywhere… they took Steve into the double doors too. He struggled. I couldn’t help him. I got up and fell flat on my face. Flat on my face. My ears are ringing and everything is fuzzy.
This can’t be happening. This can’t be happening. This can’t be happening. This can’t be happening. This can’t be happening. This can’t be happening. This can’t be happening. This can’t be happening. This can’t be happening. This can’t be happening. This can’t be happening. This can’t be happening. This can’t be happening. This can’t be happening. This can’t be happening. This can’t be happening. This can’t be happening………
I need help. I think they gave me something…. The monster of blackness is near…. it took my parents and now it’s going to take me. I feel its hollowed eyes on me. I can see its wide toothy grin with serrated yellow and brown teeth. I can feel its breath on my face. I can feel it looming over my shoulders… this heaviness… I don’t know how much time I have left. I write this as a way to find calm but god dammit it’s not working. The cops and people in white coats are starting to close in around me with syringes and handcuffs… arms drawn. They should just kill me too…. I want to die. Free me from the monster of blackness… save me. save me. svea em. sven ma. me svea. save. me.
Trapped… trapped in a vicious serrated cycle.
I am without light.
Every strike of each match I take leads to immediate darkness.
I cannot see who it may be…
A ghost? A spook? A skeleton? Death maybe?
I can’t see a thing garsh darnit!
I am feeling ever so cold…
My skin is all pins and needles…
What is a little mouse like me to do?
A sensation cold icy teeth gnawing into the back of my scalp paralyzes me…
I can’t move, I can’t see, I can’t do anything!
The monster is above my head and I cannot see it…
What can I do… what can I d-
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When will it happen?
When should I expect it to happen?
When am I going to hear back from you, doctor?
When will I be free from this room?
When will I be free from six years of confinement?
When will I see the sun?
When will I feel the rain gently kiss my cheeks?
When will you tell me the reason why I’m in here doctor?
When will I know what I did wrong?
When will I know how I got these bruises and scrapes all over my body?
When will I know where all of this blood came from?
When will I have my knife set back, doctor?
When will I know who the person laying in a pool of blood is?
Is it you?
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You can’t depend on the light forever.
There is nothing that can assure you that everything will be alright.
Nothing lasts forever friend.
Not even you will last beyond this point.
Bones, muscle, skin, hair, nails teeth…
They will all crumble and fall apart… fall apart…
Not even the darkness lasts forever.
Soon thereafter its nothingness.
Void and the abyss are your only friends now.
Say goodbye to the light, good night…
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Can’t stand me huh? Can’t get me out of your head? Can’t control me?
Good. Let’s keep it this way.
The mundane grey left me feeling bored anyway. Lets add some blood to the mix and see how this goes.
Can’t lock me up. Can’t put me down. Can’t resist my manipulation. Can’t…. stand… me…..
I love it when you scream and moan in agony. I love seeing pain seep through your skin.
I love seeing the pain from others you caused being drained from you, leech.
I can’t die. I don’t sleep. I won’t stop.
Let’s keep the ball rolling ladies and gentlemen.
Rolling… skidding… flipping… yes….
You brought this on to us you know?
Causing others to feel tormented for your own guilty pleasures…
Now do you see why I…. oh excuse me, we are here? If not, why don’t you let me remind you… bitch
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