Saint Creature

Destruction

My moods at night are somewhat more destructive than during the day. In general, this reminds me of my relationship, when I understood that everything was over, and understood that it would happen either later or earlier. And always in such cases I chose the option “so… why not now?”.

I loved Daria as long as we had stable communication by letters. I knew that she would write an answer on a specific day or time. This gave an understanding of how the world works. Our world. Because with each person we have our own world. And, in a sense, I stopped loving when the schedule started to go wrong. All this refers me to the first long-term relationship, when I began to notice that “something was wrong”, and, as it turned out later, it was. Are people who had one love for their whole lives happier? I guess…

If everyone knew what things I get hurt by (or self-harm) – it would immediately become clearer to them why I’m not the best option for friendship. Because there are so many things in the world that will cause discomfort. If I start to continue this thought, I will come to the conclusion that I don’t want any discomfort, and… well, you get the idea.

For example, our communication with Aaron – I know that he may not answer right away, because he’s busy. He knows that I will answer when I have the mood and time for it. And it’s comfortable. This is the person to whom I have returned the most times in my life, without losing contact. Is it easier for me to be friends with men? Oh. These must be very specific men.

There are many things that I can say now and then regret. Therefore, I won’t say them, because I always know them for myself. And most of all, I would like Sa to shut up that other part of me. Because only she can. In a sense, Sa is the chains I tied myself with to teach myself to live a controlled life. That’s why I’m still here and haven’t done anything stupid.


Some people use asphyxiation in sex to get a more intense orgasm. I wonder if “marinating” yourself in pain and discomfort will give you more creative inspiration? I think I’ll have time to check it out…

Every time

Every time I meet a person, I think about why it’s like this? Why is my behaviour programmed to destroy? Why am I drawn to people, but in the event of a positive outcome, I destroy what could be called friendship? The brain sometimes throws up such-and-such options, like answers to questions that I have to think about – yes or no. It just threw up the idea that I simply don’t want to be loved. That is, when you see that a person loves what you do – you try to break this connection so that it doesn’t exist. That’s not why you plan a life together with a person or something else that won’t happen. But you don’t want anything to happen that will hurt you in the end. Therefore, calculating any scheme, you come to the conclusion that it will be less painful to break the connection now than to get pain in the future. And you will get it, because people are not eternal. Not in the sense of life expectancy, but in the sense that their admiration for you disappears. And in its place grows emptiness, which eats you up like a cancerous tumor, only there have been too many such tumors on your heart throughout your life, and they all bleed like ulcers in the stomach.

I can relate to my marriage in different ways, but so far this is the only unconditional contact that exists on a common interest. All these years I have tried to build something similar with people, only with the exception of sex. I even had thoughts that it is easier to lead a life with three than with two, but the third person should complement the existing relationship, and this is difficult, because you cannot find something permanent even alone with some other person. Because people are always looking for something else. People always need more than you are able to give them.

In this vein, a second question arises – if for me creativity is, among other things, a search for kindred spirits, and I come to the conclusion that when I find someone, I push them away. Then why is all this for? What is the purpose of the idea itself? I like to do various strange things, but I could do them for myself, limiting myself to a blog at most. To sometimes make some notes.

Sometimes I think that we are all like those broken clocks in a workshop, each of which always shows the wrong time relative to the others. And finding two clocks that would show the same thing is simply physically impossible. So we are born to study the construction of this world for half our lives, and the other half of our lives to suffer from what we have learned. There was once a song, there were the words “Remember all this and live with pain.” I could never argue with them, because there are no arguments to prove the opposite.


Sometimes there are thoughts that I publish, but I didn’t want anyone to read them, or someone specific to read them. But more and more I come to the conclusion that there is no difference – who reads and what. Because in each individual case I have already made my decision. It always consists in the fact that I highlight my thoughts on this topic.

Once, around 15-17 years old, I liked to find some information about the people I communicate with. Because I was interested in people. I agreed to tell how I found out, but after that I always stopped communicating with them. That was the condition. Now such posts are probably something like the same.


Always remember..

Take off your mask and
Show me your heart, I
Wanna rip it to pieces
I know it will hurt but
I promise you that you
Will always remember this feeling

If it isn’t now, then when?
And tell me
If it isn’t me, then who the fuck is it?
Go sleep it off
You’ll miss your shot
You’ll miss your shot (c) Yonaka

And it will pass…

Sometimes I allow myself to forget about the transience of feelings. A word can give hope, another word can destroy it. And I always trust words very much. And should we trust actions?

In this world we live among PEOPLE. And we must always remember this. Each person has his own plan for life and for you. The only difference is that the plan for life remains with him, and the plans for you always change.


There is one criterion that never changes, and it is stable. And I believe in it. I won’t tell you what that criterion is. I’ll just give you a hint – if you’re reading this, you meet it 🙂

My border

I often ask myself – where is my border?

I communicate with people, I am inspired by their creativity. I bring my creativity into the world. But what about what I want to get from the person I communicate with?

It can be considered canonical that every person is narcissistic and first of all always thinks about their comfort. So, any connection we have with someone is because we want to take something from a person? Do we always get more than we give? Where is the same limit beyond which you see that you gave more than you received? I refer to the anime – to the rule of equal exchange. Is it possible that both parties from some interaction receive more than 50% at the same time?

If we are talking, for example, about music, and we have two performers who have a similar audience – wouldn’t a compatible fit be something that will simultaneously increase the audience of the first and the second? But this is all about famous stars, but what about us? Ordinary people?..

I don’t think I can give anything to anyone. Instead, I understand that I now view any contact as an opportunity or a desire to take something. And I hate myself for it. And I would like to break all ties that would give me at least some chance for help, so that I…try it myself? Fail? Be left with nothing?..again?..
The problem is not that some person will see a need in me. The problem is that when I am inspired and fall in love with the people around me, I feel ashamed that I can use them. And I ask myself – where is the limit? Where am I – the person who is really inspired by someone? Or where am I just looking for some benefit for myself?

In controversial issues, I prefer the point of view that is more related to Sa. By reducing the fate of the former self in myself, I thereby reduce excessive impulsiveness. Because in my previous form I am a box of matches. Which sometimes just waited for a convenient opportunity to light something. I guess I could give a lot to another person. But no one knows how difficult a person I am inside. And if it is so difficult for me to live with myself, then I don’t imagine how others manage it. As an example, at this stage, I was the previous one, I would break all ties. To commit self-mutilation. To tear out the parts of myself that remained outside the void again and again.
Strangely enough, but I think that my creativity and desire to visualize something with blood is nothing more than the inner world. Like a cancerous tumor of the nervous system, when you spit out all your insides, being left with nothing.

I don’t want to hear in my head this question that I am used to. “How long do you think it will last? Well…let’s make bets.” – because it is a time mechanism with a countdown.

I don’t make acquaintances to tie someone to me. These acquaintances are for the sake of hurting myself later. At some appropriate moment.

Knowing yourself does not exempt you from responsibility..

Do you know what the difference is between Sa and me? Sa wants a long and happy life and is looking for ways to achieve it. The more conventional part of me just wants to live out my time, without looking or thinking about the conditions, and simply erase myself from life when the time comes. There is also the question of why I am trying to change and move away from my conventional self?..

S0…maybe it’s true? Maybe..

“I got wiring loose inside my headI got books that I never ever readI got secrets in my garden shedI got a scar where all my urges bledI got people underneath my bedI got a place where all my dreams are deadSwim with me into your blackest eyes”