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About Me

My name is Patrick. I am a being of consideration, tolerance and understanding. I scraped by in life by starving myself emotionally. The past was just too much. I had to mature fast and grow up even quicker. This left me, in a lot of ways, still but a child. I am growing, as does anybody else. As I write this, I am traversing a forest of thought. I have nobody to talk to right now. I am alone, and forced to look within. A few words I read at the start of my day helped me see for the first time, that there really is something tangible to look within upon. I don't know where I'm going from here, but that's part of the beauty. From this day on I can't make it on my own anymore, I need my friends to lean on. I need sholders to cry on. Adventure buddies and life partners. Souls to help build more to write "about me" in this here section. Everything else is here: http://www.livejournal.com/users/human_mechanism/

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My Interests

I'd like to meet:

Honest ones- people who are truely themselves but also aware of their quirkyness, for the greater good of it. Even if you're a troubled soul or hateful person, give me your peace of mind, and I'll help you be a better you if you let me.

My Blog

Bullet biters and holocaust survivors

Rinse. wash and repeat.Why is it that the suicidal tendencies in youth nowadays is so overwhelming? How come some teenager down the street slashes at their own wrists or dreams of biting a bullet when...
Posted by on Tue, 19 Dec 2006 16:29:00 GMT

Same old story.

A righteous path pressingOutwardOn a boardwalk into troubling watersBeautifulThe sun falling into the horizonFutileWhen you won't see such colors whenChokingUnder the guise of capped waterAll I've bec...
Posted by on Mon, 04 Dec 2006 09:28:00 GMT

Irony

Last night I did a no call-no show at work at meijer, because I was done being used. I quit. I was going to Marcos in the morning to get my job back. In the morning, my cell phone was flooded with cal...
Posted by on Wed, 22 Nov 2006 00:03:00 GMT

Life

Is so very much more than just a "bitch".It is ruthlessly clever and incomprehensibly evil. Or maybe just to a select few. I am come over by such emo by means of relativity. Sure, I'm not starving (mu...
Posted by on Tue, 21 Nov 2006 00:51:00 GMT

Blind courage and doubtful faith.

Sometimes my interpretation of the state of my own level of complacency is a lie in the guise of that cold dark emotionless figure I used to be friends with a while ago. Like I'm fooling myself. So ea...
Posted by on Thu, 09 Nov 2006 00:36:00 GMT

Again and again.

This is the third time in three and a half weeks that i have got a sickness. this has never happended. Hopefully last night having been my last night working for marcos may alot me the time to rest so...
Posted by on Sun, 05 Nov 2006 09:18:00 GMT

Adaptation

To adaptTo sheath my eyes swiftlySenselessly into darknessIgnoranceA witless wanderin a field full of possibility.Blind to the very words I writeDeaf to the beauty that mightTonight, tonight.No- Tomor...
Posted by on Tue, 31 Oct 2006 13:09:00 GMT

Poop???

"Life is simple... You make choices and you never look back"Seeking shelter in the corner amidst a jumbled mess of reverberated pasts and contorted truths. A diamond is a rare and unforgiving challang...
Posted by on Sun, 15 Oct 2006 21:33:00 GMT

Getting it out.

Feel what's real I try to do good. To smile, heal and deal.Run from the cries in my mindThat threaten my complacent stateWith heart-deep daggers of self hateI could break a thousand mirrorsFor re...
Posted by on Sun, 08 Oct 2006 22:44:00 GMT

Thoughts

One day everything will be perfect.And on that day, the world will lose its meaning. It will cease to exist. There will be no color- no black or white even. Nothing. Oblivion. Perfection is nothing bu...
Posted by on Sat, 23 Sep 2006 20:17:00 GMT