tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14212852765777182762011-11-18T05:19:19.279-05:00HEllo My NAAMe is PaAtric kMY LIFE CURRENTLY INSIDE THE NECROPOLIS INSANE ASYLUMDarkside Filmsnoreply@blogger.comBlogger231100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1421285276577718276.post-34838256088642787892011-04-11T09:10:00.000-04:002011-04-12T09:15:18.662-04:00“Happy Birthday MOTHerFUckER!”As my soul burns here in these fiery cubical walls. I wanted to give a MotherfuCKING! SHOUT OUT TO DW- Today is his birthday. I was on the road to rehabilitation when that dick bag interviewed me about sixteen years ago for DR.Lee’s “outreach program”-well as you can see it worked GREAT! I’M still FCUKING IN HERE!!!
HA LET the chips fall where they may-kann
JudasDarkside Filmsnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1421285276577718276.post-47600476204494926872011-03-27T18:58:00.000-04:002011-03-27T18:58:42.090-04:00“DiSoRdEr”The first day of SPRING came and went the other day-
How cold it has been-my skin is thin, almost transparent. Some of the orderlies thought they could see in through my chest and found my heart-
That’s a relief- because I was told I never had one
My mother was not a believer in such fairy tales-I struggle with that because I feel that there is a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. Except Darkside Filmsnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1421285276577718276.post-46189294331349052702011-02-18T19:20:00.001-05:002011-02-18T19:20:48.025-05:00“Broken HRT”
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Darkside Filmsnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1421285276577718276.post-32371753047966165452011-02-11T12:06:00.000-05:002011-02-11T12:06:36.934-05:00“The Mystical City of the Apocalypse”<!--[endif]-->
BABYLON
The word BABY appears in the title of this lost city which was considered the hanging gardens-WHY? Perhaps it is where we would rather be. We all figure that once we are born our struggle is aided by a loved one who will watch over us until we are of age-perhaps it’s crutch, perhaps a tool in guiding us to become an adult that we are SUPPOSED to be. I do not see thingsDarkside Filmsnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1421285276577718276.post-68003634470252556922011-02-10T11:29:00.005-05:002011-02-10T11:34:02.046-05:00“from the Book of ISAIAH”
11:11
“And I will punish the world for their evil, and the wicked for their iniquity; and I will cause the arrogancy of the proud to cease, and will lay low the haughtiness of the terrible.”
11:13“Therefore I will shake the heavens, and the earth shall remove out of her place, in the wrath of theLord of hosts, and in the day of his fierce anger.”
I have been reading the “goodDarkside Filmsnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1421285276577718276.post-1048025778523212392011-02-04T11:56:00.000-05:002011-02-04T11:56:18.906-05:00"chanting"Last night I chanted in my sleep. I only know this because this morning at recess Charlie told me that he pounded on my wall and was screaming me to shut UP!
It’s 8am
I am archiving records today. Dr. Lee feels it’s good to give me a job. I’m going through files that date back 100years, I found this picture which gave me a sense of calm. Though this is what I’ve looked like on occasion –the Darkside Filmsnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1421285276577718276.post-81106230233511292812011-02-02T13:13:00.005-05:002011-02-02T13:15:02.876-05:00“I am a white coat”
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Darkside Filmsnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1421285276577718276.post-3117294949445709722010-03-02T00:53:00.002-05:002010-07-16T00:56:47.727-04:00inside my headInside my head something growsWhat I do not knowWho might it be?A friend ready to jump out at any moment to cut another man’s throat? Perhaps her-the one wearing her knee socks today.Nothing is as quite as it seems today-please give me an aswer, I cannot go on living in this place. Christ they haven’t cleaned my room in weeks.That’s right, because I shit there, well in the corner of the room- my Darkside Filmsnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1421285276577718276.post-77046208647191394202010-02-19T23:36:00.000-05:002010-07-16T00:55:37.032-04:00"Meow-" TreasureDarkside Filmsnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1421285276577718276.post-5690767423185480942010-02-17T23:30:00.000-05:002010-03-27T22:05:08.319-04:00“Buffalo”1987 My sister was playing with her Strawberry Shortcake dollys while I was listening to Casey Kasem’s top 40 Sunday- Using them to run a Brothel- The Smurphs as the JONS and my 12” Joe’s as the pimps- I would drill holes in them- in their plastic crotches mold a penus out of Playdough, SO Papa Smurph would fuck Strawberry Shortcake- it would get messy, purple and grey clay mushed into the jaggedDarkside Filmsnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1421285276577718276.post-58627414597967610512010-01-22T00:19:00.000-05:002010-03-27T22:05:08.338-04:00“Space, the final step it takes between you and your victim”Snow falls on my cageI’m allowed recess but not in the form of a 5th graders dreamBut that of a cage animalA birdA lionA tigerA bearOh my- My skin actually sticks to the metal nicely- the trick is to lick your palm and then just firmly take hold- Then just rip it off as if it was a band-aid of flesh.That’s when I get ice cream ☺That’s when the pretty Nurse Cathy shows up- how the smell of her Darkside Filmsnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1421285276577718276.post-79899417681656115592010-01-06T23:47:00.000-05:002010-03-27T22:05:08.349-04:00“I have pussy in the brain tonight”Jenna how art theeSitting on my kneeYour pussy bouncing up and down against the cloth that separates the skin of my knee from your panties. I can smell your fragranceYour small breasts dance ever so slightly in the airAs if Angels themselves are keeping them aloft-I watch you through chicken wire glass- daddy leads the way as you doddle along behind him. I watch as your short private school girl Darkside Filmsnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1421285276577718276.post-41053673911677210602010-01-02T00:13:00.000-05:002010-03-27T22:05:08.360-04:00“Away I go!”I tasted my own cum today-It was saltier than I thought it would be. I was jacking off to Dr. Lee’s daughter sweet 17 year old Jenna. I think I need to drink more water- it was all gummy in texture, not very appealing. Especially if this is a common play by the opposite party. His daughter is very sweet-not that I’ve met her. But I have seen her through several inches of chicken wire glass. She Darkside Filmsnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1421285276577718276.post-45967625290047845542009-12-20T21:00:00.000-05:002010-03-27T22:05:08.369-04:00“It’s a Wonderful Life”Ha! I’m as clever as the rest of you lemmings riding around in your gas guzzling monster truck baby killing machines-sucking down triple lattés while fucking your husband in his Barry Mellono ass with entire EXTRA GOLD-CORPORATE credit card that has 60% interest!Yes, I am the angel sitting there next to you- HELLO my name is CLARENCE.I am the hand that pushes you- Not into traffic NOT into yourDarkside Filmsnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1421285276577718276.post-27478607543174515192009-12-06T00:16:00.000-05:002010-03-27T22:05:08.377-04:00Ki∆ky=unconventional sexual practicesI dreamt last night of a fog that rose just above the Devil’s Strait=A small section of jagged rocks off the coast of Martha’s Vineyard. There I saw a woman, a being known as HERMAPHRODITUSShe came to me again in my dream. I miss her- she hasn’t made an appearance to me in months. 120days+52hrs=I missed her- my little friend, my sanity, my sexual partner.Explain to m e her, her who I know only asDarkside Filmsnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1421285276577718276.post-21819799590378533512009-12-05T21:41:00.000-05:002010-03-27T22:05:08.384-04:00"Stumpy"Stumpy was sitting three rows up from me under an apple tree which covered a set of benches with shade. We were at a puppet show in the courtyard of Doctor Cunty’s playroom. It was your typical “Punch and Judy” display of ragged and worn marionettes. The really BIG ‘Tards as I liked to cal them were the ones putting on the show. I never laughed so hard. Some of these patients have the IQ of a Darkside Filmsnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1421285276577718276.post-66122991062268739672009-11-21T23:18:00.000-05:002010-03-27T22:05:08.394-04:00Home Sweet HomeDr. Lee had me transferred to another facility. Back in February. I was sent to a minimum security asylum outside of Tuscan. Where I was under the care of a Dr. Jane Pickman a cunt of a woman who hated men with the passion. She hated me, though I think Spunky, a midget more who lived next to me on block 3- he ate his own feces and although his cubical never did smell his breath was shit. I had toDarkside Filmsnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1421285276577718276.post-88151560093231994182009-02-07T12:29:00.000-05:002010-03-27T22:05:08.402-04:00HermaphroditusShe is my savior, I love this beast of sin. It as some say has given me the ability to free my own thoughts. I sense I am as much it as it is of me.Dr. Lee, has prescribed more colorful medication since my last entry, I suspect he wasn’t too thrilled on what I was trying to say. But Hermaphroditus came to me as it does every night and visits. Frightened, I cannot look away from this beauty of ofDarkside Filmsnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1421285276577718276.post-67940860716413653462009-02-05T22:02:00.000-05:002010-03-27T22:05:08.412-04:00This was never my worldI dig deeper and deeper into my subconscious as if scraping the fading white paint from my concrete cell walls. I hear what Dr. Lee tells me and what the voices say but I cannot stop to think what I may or may have not done.A memory in my head has a journey that continues in a downward spiral where I can see the bottom of a hell or heaven I may predict in my future. It is a place of warmth, love Darkside Filmsnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1421285276577718276.post-20029630225647228562009-02-02T13:51:00.000-05:002010-03-27T22:05:08.420-04:00The House of the HunterDr. Lee, I know this is supposed to be diary, my blog, my own special blog, mine- but you use it against me. You say my thoughts are bad. So why do you have me do this? Should I lie? I find it ironic that I take the things from in my head and out them in front of you and you pick at them like Frances poor stupid Frances would pick his scabs. They were so awful to look at. Not that there is much Darkside Filmsnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1421285276577718276.post-70619095566102245782009-01-31T10:57:00.000-05:002010-03-27T22:05:08.428-04:00Today is a beautifully cold dayI was remarking to one of my pets this morning that it's such a beautifully cold day. The sun crest through my small window at twenty minutes before the hour of seven this morning. The snow on the trees glistened. There are several rows of small stone markers that extend from the back of the building and sprawl up a small hill out back here. I call them soul markers where of course we bury our Darkside Filmsnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1421285276577718276.post-46086548484875647562009-01-27T11:15:00.000-05:002010-03-27T22:05:08.438-04:00The day the world went away...Once upon a time I used to write in my bok of lies I called it. Until I got caught and then it was a pack of truths that others wanted to use agaiinst me in the court system. Of course this is a story of another time and I have lots of that at the momet.I have been finally able to be free from my small cubical we calll them here, not cells as you would see fit to call them in the "real" world I Darkside Filmsnoreply@blogger.com0