Been Awhile Since Wrote Something...

Put in regular text... Buh Beh Wary! Very Long. This the Raw Text of what wrote recently. Personally, haven't had much to give or gain from mine artèsse in two years. Sew, this ish crap, buh brilliance at a second step. Le Sighs, Need some encouragement, kkais? BTW! If you need translation on anything consisting with the writing/text, please post or personally private message. Okies? Give, Nuh Problem At All, Enjoy -?

Manic Depression: Mindless Genre [ 18:49:11 PM ] | Thursday, May 22, 2008 |

Just some mindless genre of a mindless women who has non constructive thoughts just distorted mindless that continues to fabricate these wicked thoughts that never end, just circle never end, just circle, et never end. There has yet become a reason or a rhythm of why this just continues as to long to what who shall know. Buh! they realize that she doesn't know as her blank stare brings away the tide of timid worries, who capture timid mind. The spelling, the grammar ish absolutely reckless, buh does anyone contrary a moment to ponder why?

Can't seem to grasp a moment as the attraction of those whom don't realize that understanding what ish whence a moment's standards. The slight irritations that become the belly of a beast with harsh terms et moments glare. They never end et shall never become an ending as long as the mindless thought continues to linger. Wandering into fits, battles, et blessed moments to gather et form OPTIONS! Yesh Sir! They'll never end until the mindless becomes unaware of her surrounding gasps of air!

"Breathe hunny.. you need to breath! Hunny please open your throat, look at meh! Hunny can't you see you worry meh, you worry meh, you make meh want to grasp the circuits, et tell meh why should this dream continue to play in mine mind!?"

As she looks around unaware the timid becomes her fear, a friend that holds her tight against the wind et tells her:
"Everything Will Beh Alright, Solest" When she opens her eyes he cradles her softly against the heartbeat that once was that became the moments end. "What do you know?" She wonders still to what becomes "Future ish pleasant worries of what shall become. Nothing more than a harsh beat to something insecure" His eyes glaze to disbeif upon his own person.

Although, this was far from her intent. "Curious, Mindless Genre, become the moments end. Dear sweet Solest be full from depressed -Now become the childish wonderment he loves" her detest becomes "Favor meh non as I am nothing more than a challenge lest met. You want meh non as if was non to beh your own tendency. Everyone loves, fallen et strung from a patch well favored for this you seek. I am nothing, you are far from your means to anything consider towards the tendency I speak upon"

"Love, Linger, Wonder, Ponder, Play, Dream, Wander, et Wither."
"With What Faces Such A Glazed Mind Towards This Mindless Genre -As Of Late?"
"Listen, Softly! She Plays In The Rings Of Many Moments Circles -Moments Circles"
"You Make Less Sense Than Rather The Abnormality Of Most Dazes"
"Listen Non! I Shall Sing A Blessed Tune -Laaaa! Nuh That Makes Non Much Sense Now, Does Itsà?"
"You've Become Ridden Without Much Of Anything Lately. Most Sighs Upon Your Part. This Makes One Worried"
"Say Non WORRY! Tis Truth That This One Of Myself Has Become A Mindless Genre, Buh Non Of That Which Ish Destructive"
"Yesh, Buh Chaos Can Form Many Volumes Of Unblessed Events To Pertain One's Mind -As Of Now"
"Can Non We All Express Ourselves Accordingly?"
"We Are Enabled To Beh et Become As We Choose, Buh Are Responsible For Those Who Surround In Such Means To Consume Our Various Reactions et/or Assortments Of Actions Themselves"
"Aye! Sweet Does One Bring To This Reaction To Worry In My Action Themselves?"
"Hah! Mocking Meh Ish A Curious Wonder Of More Manner REACTION! To Worry More/Less"
"You Mock Meh!"
"Enough, This Only Makes One Surface A Chance To Second Guessing To Those That Are Usually Faced"
"Faced? Can Non One FACE!? A Blessed Morning's Return Without Such Maze Of Words That Only Makes The Mind Continue In Moments Of Circles, Circles Of Many Moments.. Many Moments..."
"ENOUGH! Then Again, Why Should I Appease Your Greatest Effort To Favor Mine Own"
"That You Shouldn't"
"Indeed"
"Good Well, Beh It, Then?"
"Indeed, Goodbye"

Silence ish only a cure for insanity, although insanity lingers deliberately in silence to form et become the mindless that ish our chaos. Chaos that ony becomes amongst many thoughts unsettled [[ PAUSE @ 19:16:56 PM - 19:37:42 PM ]] continued....

Indeed we shall always wander within the apthay of many. Crave the chaos that feathers a blessed rhythm that only restrains the medicated depression et manicacy... in otherwords the migraine emotional manic depression that controls the chaos of circles that are mindless genre -quickly spoken for curious confusion full of stressful amusement.

"Don't Laugh!"
"I Laugh only because it faces many unneeded emotions"
"What of that you speak?"
"Many strains of thoughts amongst moments that were once wished otherwise"
"Well, we all have our demons et memories wistless, bewildering the future as something to most re/actions"
"Indeed, many in different forms"
"What are you getting at?"
"Non meant to offend, if indeed that ish what mine intended words transpired"
"That beh it, I take none"
"Good, gracious talking with you Sweet Love"
"Sweet Love?"
"Yesh!"
"You are a curious one, indeed"
"That, I am aware, Sweet Love"
"As long as you are, I suppose -?"
"Le Sighs"
"What ish the matter Curious One?"
"Non matter just many mindless"
"That, indeed on both odd/ends, Curious One"
"Hither your words et re/actions, I am more towards many or other"
"You are Lovely, buh understood"
"That being clear, I thought you would already have left"
"Just on note, nuh on a step"
"Oh, Aye Sai"
"Okie?"
"Nothing"
"Surely?"
"Yesh"

Chaos beholds our tale. Can she non become a form or notion that ish respected by any? Once a tame mind becomes distracted from the form et/or notion that there wilt a manner unneeded one becomes rejected to the possible thought of possible re/actions. Timid mind continues with the destructive tendency that could become of many thoughts on re/action.

"Le Sighs"
"Are you certain?"
"As much as one can beh found"
"Aye, Sai"

Within many secrets the timid mind becomes unfavor to re/action. This problem bounds as many that gather et return between empowered judgment. Those who only become perspective judgment inbetween those re/actions et/or thoughts of many moments to come et/or form.

They never end, they'll never become to bless your demons within. Just to sake in ruins that slowly wither to non existence, amongst nothing nor care for those who were thought to beh importance. What withers the blessing any more than the happiness we seem to wander forth forward.

"Dream Non! Seek Non! Favor Non! Love Non! Bless Non! Praise Non! Become Indifferent Within Every Battle!"
"You have yet more within that pretty head of yours"
"Never ending, apologies"
"You are favored still"
"I Said: FAVOR NON!"
"This, I suppose, you are above meh on judgment."
"Take pardon on that note"
"Non Worries, Curious One"
"You repluse the focus on something that ish non your own."
"Yet, you seem favor to the re/action in pleasure that only drains into something of eventual addiction."
"Those that are harmful, buh pleasing nevertheless."
"Are you certain to beh pleased by pain?"
"I am"

"These thoughts that take control, buh are soon faded by the medication"
"Distorting the demons into their hinged darkness, the places that they were focused undone by forces rather against the NORM. Does one face any difference to option upon such states that soon fade?"
"Beh wary that you are uncertain by emotional et/or mental states, buh rather I love nevertheless"
"I love -aswell"

Slowly the one who was breathless becomes the fades et fallen from blessed means. The demons retreat into their cages within the depth of mental state. What becomes aware ish now placed beneath the uncertain judgment of a sight that stares softly in gentle nature of her mindless genre. He breathes in her hair, holding her tightly to something more wrecked than her own expressed occasionally, over time. She ish understood at a distant smile that only placed the insanity as just a mood trancing emotions, thoughts, et re/actions.

"Good Night Curious One" mumbled softly as the moon gazes down at the trail of a mindless genre running around the midnight morning; as of now: a withering night.

Artèsse Conspired Thoughts By: [[ Someone's Kitten ]] [ 20:06:17 PM ] | Thursday, May 22, 2008 |

OK. I understood what you wrote, and it's kinda scaring me a little. Are you, uh, doing OK?

Grammar and spelling aside, this is indeed something that needs to be read beneath the surface.

*shrugs* I dunno is she really expressing thoughts that are essentially different than those we all have at some points. Sure it's a bit more extreme than normal (if you can define the times when you feels those ways as normal) but, I think that's just for purpose of the writing.
Also the way in which it was written really lends itself well to the content.

Well, this tis beh mine past style. Hasn't much changed in detail, just draws up more insanity issues. Buh, Aei! tis best writing that comes through the manicacy. Anyways! What does read that ish under the surface, means what does see when reads?

If, nothing else what believes sees when reads of means towards Eshi. Nuh necessarily means that ish Eshi emotional point of view, even although has her moments. Le Sighs, has created charaters in past that express Eshi depth in personality -buh tis most writer's extent towards their stories. Ehhh?

o where has my ragakitty gone it ish beutiful i confess but there must be something terrible happining in your life to inspire this beutiful thing but i must confess this is the most amasing pice i have ever seen

Seems Most of this writing can express some moments in Eshi life as of now, buh they only increase as time comes forth. Oh, well.. Thanks You Very Muchy For Such Wonderful Comments, Love.