something disturbing to try yourself

one day just sit down and start writing-dont think about what you write, just write as many words as you can in say like four or five minutes, and post what you got.
i did this, and i predicted my aunts death. i dont think im going to do it again.

 

neither do I...

 

There was a cat and it had a mat that was under he stair. It wasn't much of a mat, but it was a thing that was a thing. He didn't want to say nothin bout it in case someone was to steal it and carry it into the tunnel under the house. It wasn't a tunnel that the cat liked to go near because it was more of a hole than a tunnel and he didn't like holes. He knew a lot of them, the asshole and he wasn't much of a liker of those kind. It wasn't that he didn't like them. H just couldn't stand them. They annoyed him like there was no tomorrow. But there might not be anyway, so he didn't worry too much. So he climbed into the stove to take a nap. He awoke several hours later in a daze an fell off the counter, where he had apparated to as he slept, as he often did. He fell off down to the floor, but the floor was actually a door, which had ben knocked in onto the floor when the murderous crow had ecscaped into the kitchen by knocking it down into the into. Not that he didn't want to, just that he did and that was that was that. Not hard to know.

 

Oh, can you post that one that predicted your aunt's death?

 

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i'm closin my eyes now and my eyes feel light...i see banana patterns and its kinda weirding me out. they're just jumping and dangling like bananas do. i think spaghetti and meatballs sounsd good but i definetely cant get up and my eyes are still closed. tacos make me sick but i'd still date a mexican.

 

heh-heh, maybe you should do it when your not hungry, lol!

kathy

 

weird, post the one about your aunt.

 

For some reason I have actually done this. But I didn't write, I just spoke. Writing would have slowed me down and caused me to think too much. Nothing eerie ever came out of me, it was just to see what sort of thing I'd say.

 

um, its called free writing..basic highschool english excerise. Didn't you guys do it in class.

Oh well, I will post mine later.

 

Most of my posts are written this way.

 

I Can't Do It...

 

oh my gosh the thing was three pages long, and written in sloppy cursive, so its kinda hard to read. i didnt predict my aunts death specifically, i predicted a death, and she was the next person i knew to die, but here we go: keep in mind that i didnt premeditate any of this, it was done very late at night alone in my room
here it is:

you didnt know him he slid down to me how i dont know well what do we do forget me fuck that hell no hell yes what see i told you not to do that cuz it wont work this time how do you know all this? can we save the species where is that music coming from what do you think your doing what did you do stop please i didnt mean it come back no help comes come back later eat this youll grow tall things are scary sex can kill tune time is running out stop that snow pore hell frozen pond cellar door rabbits can too hell down the petunias punatine times well death comes softly throught the trees at dusk underline that phrase now do you see hell no heavan i want pure innocence heavan dogs love me or ill wilt im covered in flowers and earth under a rock and a tree wrists sore so sore heaven if i stay hell if i go
pg 2
suicide is painless
pg 3
did you get all of that? i missed the bus kill yourself drown the drain soft what did he mean by that mom where did she go stay with me stay here papside sand dirt time slow fog love days hell more i cant more blood flows soft kill me die death im no fate love late relationship fire love kill what mean tendrils pant no more fell laugh how to laugh cave turse what does it all mean why cant you listen if i die before i wake hello goodbye goodnight, ill never see you again call me? fucking is scary hell is scary ice cream melts i feel guilty all my fault you can kill me if you want to do you want
pg 3
that now or later? stop that cant stop cry sell two love less and less her love strong when im weak good thats how its going to be she deserves it sorry mom cant waste money time or me dont come near me shut up go away LEAVE ME ALONE STOP LOOKING AT ME I CAN FEEL YOU (next line is unreadable) GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY ROOM!!!

at that point i stopped, i really did feel somethig.
certain words are just made up if you noticed, i didnt notice it while writing (i didnt notice most of what i was writing)
but you can see certain lines predicted death: deat comes softly through the trees at dusk was the one that really freaked me out, but what freaked me out even more was what i wrote after that 'underline that'
if you just sort of glanced through that, i know its long but you should really read it. i guess you have to know me to really get it but i was very suicidal at the time, so it might have been my death i was thinking about, i dont know
tell me what you think

 

I Will Hunt You Down N Kill U In 3 Days

I donno thats what I came up with

 

happy little mat taking acid to the cat

 

Denise Austin lost weight today, Chris's video games make their way water down my throat babies in my arms, parents at the airport silence would be better, easier, lunch was good math tonight i might need help, earth green, cap white, cd burn burn bright i don't know carrots from peas black sheep yellow dog down on my knees prejudice grows, gotta grow on someone, see love and light not black and white, stop teaching this hate to the world sweet world ....
i do tend to rhyme alot

 

Well why not, seems amusing I suppose. Oh, and no this is not feewriting, thats a bit different. This here is random thoughts coming into the head. In freewriting you try to have it make some kind of sense in some way.


Grab. Grab!? What the fuck!? Hahahaha it's cause you're inferior is why. No, you're in my head which makes me superior to you, and what's more none of you little freaks has ever been unpleasant before so you pick now to get all "Gee you're inferior" on me, and come to think of it where the hell did you come from anyway. I wasn't talking to you I was talking to that other one, yeah you know which one I mean, it's that one who is inferior. Oh great, so now I'm having a psychotic episode, fuckin fantastic, that's just what I need. Voices in the head, bag of hammers man word salad. I mean shit I talk to myself a ton but voices in the head or "voices" I guess, more like foreign thoughts since I didn't actually hear anything. Crappola, trees and rivers and woods and empty barns and shit yeah sure meditate on something peaceful, ooohhh yeah lotsa help that was now I got "foreign thoughts".


Well I'm glad thats over with, time for a drink.

p.s. Well the thread title is "something disturbing to try yourself" after all.

 

yes, professor jumbo, your the only one so far that seems to understand! every one has voices in their head, and when you sit down and write you can start to hear them. its not trying to ryme or make sense of anything, its your innermost thoughts that you force to the surface.
freaky what you really think, isnt it? mine was very suicidal...thats why i dont do it anymore

 

I not on the last entry on fill my poor all over the way and push it. must feed on plates but 'cause me not in at the moment here is a lager drink floor plans. When I am was young but now I nothing less than perfect in make in kame not later though or I'll fry.
You/we must engage but slowly, filling the place with crabs but up to midnight bells; I thought so. Pleasing warts!

 

I predict that frank the fuck up from scottsdell arizona will die this friday by being hit by an eighteen wheeler. If any body happens to read this in the newspaper saturday let me know.