Quiet, soft and aesthetically dead.

The start and the finish.

There are so many things. To get out.
You can't. As you are aesthetically dead. You feel it flowing through you, this pure feeling. The feeling of mattering, for some reason. Of having substance. It's no religious feeling, not at all. Something completly diffrent. Something complete. Something you have to share. It just needs to get out.

You try. You fail. And you try again.

Why?

What is it that we think we posses that anyone else doesn't?

I am, like many children of my generation, raised by strangers. Most of my youth and my present life I am bombarded with other peoples view of life. In TV, in books, movies, on the internet, advertisment, magazines and all that shit. The new society, were everyone that doesn't have an internet profile slowly fades away, the exposure to oppinions and pursuation has never been greater.

Can you really call yourself original, when every thought has been thought and given to you? When every way to express them has become re-runs on some stupid show.

Can you then call yourself an individual, or are you just a part of an ever swelling colletive?

An collection of brains morphed together by biology and common knowlege? What are You then?

You are aesthetically dead. Nothing you say, think or do will ever by original ever again. How many of the sentences you have spoken all your life are really your own?

How do you fight it? With art!

ART: /ɑrt/ [ahrt]noun

1.
the quality, production, expression, or realm, according to aesthetic principles, of what is beautiful, appealing, or of more than ordinary significance.
2.
the class of objects subject to aesthetic criteria; works of art collectively, as paintings, sculptures, or drawings: a museum of art; an art collection.
3.
a field, genre, or category of art: Dance is an art.
4.
the fine arts collectively, often excluding architecture: art and architecture.
5.
any field using the skills or techniques of art: advertising art; industrial art.
6.
(in printed matter) illustrative or decorative material: Is there any art with the copy for this story?
7.
the principles or methods governing any craft or branch of learning: the art of baking; the art of selling.
8.
the craft or trade using these principles or methods.
9.
skill in conducting any human activity: a master at the art of conversation.
10.
a branch of learning or university study, esp. one of the fine arts or the humanities, as music, philosophy, or literature.
11.
arts,
a.
(used with a singular verb) the humanities: a college of arts and sciences.
b.
(used with a plural verb)
12.
skilled workmanship, execution, or agency, as distinguished from nature.
13.
trickery; cunning: glib and devious art.
14.
studied action; artificiality in behavior.
15.
an artifice or artful device: the innumerable arts and wiles of politics.
16.
Archaic. science, learning, or scholarship.

I belive

I belive...

I Belive!

I do belive...







I have always done so, as long as my soul has been in this world and even before that.



They call me insane. They have no right! They do not belive. They couldn't.







Why would they? They're not worhty! The master has not shown them the world as it really is.







For example: They dont know that The Number of Nine (9) is evil.



Blessed be The Master and all of the chosen ones he has placed in this world to preach his word!



The time of great purging is soon at hand. As it is said in The Holy Passage of Kalinschaskt we only have Nine (9) years until The Great Plague. This is the time when all has been lost to sin and degeneration of the still pure minds of untuched man. It has been foretold that 6009 years after Üikal (the creation of the world) The Great Plague will take place, and the infection of sin shall stalk the land of The Master. We can not allow this! There is a way to fight it. I just need to find it in The Holy Book of Truth. In The Holy Passage of Kalinschaskt where all the facts about the Threat of The Great Plague can be found.

I shall study The Holy Passage of Kalinschaskt more and give further instructions about how to defend your self from The Great Plague.
Fear not,
all is not lost!

You can call me Rainman

abandoned I really don't have anything to say. I'm not an interesting person.

I don't think this therapy will help me. If it was only up to me i wouldn't be here writing right now. My doctors said that this will help me feel better. I have a condition called Bipolardisorder.

Sometimes i just feel like go and just to rotten in some hole somewhere. Waiting for the maggots to start eating my tender body. Just lie there feeling how i am decaying on so many levels. There are days I feel my life isn't worth a shit. This kind of days is what my ervery day life.
But sometimes...sometimes... I'm happy. It comes like a vacation from hell. And always when you think you won't last a moment longer.

I like to go to abandoned houses and construction sites. It's kind of a hobby. Think what you want but that's me. -RainMan

My first post. PLease read!!1!

Hi. My name is Alexander (but its not my real name).
I Prefere to be called Tight-Solver so lets call me that.
I see my self as an artist, but my therapists call me sick and mentally ill. Well, they dont say, but i know they want to. I can see it in their eyes. They look like they want to laugh but they dont becuase the law says so. That makes me sad and angry. Why cant just they say what they really mean instead of playing stupid charades.

Anyway, I wanna post a picture i made. It might annoy you. Its becuase my art i have no friends left. They hated it. Their disgust for my pictures weighted more than our friendsship. I really hope that you can accept me. But no lies. I want the truth.

Am I sick?

Ps. the picture is named "There is no god".
It is basicly contrived of messed up faces morphed togheter with love.

About this blog. Who are we and what are we doing?

The International Union of Mental Health is an international cooperation of scientist that are trying to find new methods of curing and reinstate mental patients back into society. We need your help to do so.

This blog is a new type of therapy. We call this method of therapeutic blogging "Therapy Session Blogging" (TSB). This is the first time we are diplaying this kind of therapy officially on the internet.
TSB is a technique that has been developed by certified medical staff and has taken years of planning and researching to produce. We are most pleased with the results and are certain that this new treatment will be very efficient.

The theory of TSB is simple. The Patient and the so called Reader correspond to make the Patient feel better. Everyone can be a Reader. But not everyone can be a patient. We have selected the patiens with good care.

The asortment of patients is consisting out of individuals with different kinds and levels of distortions. You as a reader will notice this. All of the patients in the TSB programme are there because they have chosen to. It is simply a chanse to get well. Some of the individuals are captivated for their own and other peoples safty. We assure you that this is done by their own will and need. Dont forget that some of the patients we are dealing with have serious problems. They do not always know what is right and what is wrong. We are happy to take your questions if you have any. We would like all furhter the comunication to take place in the blog, we belvie it is the most conviniant way.

We want the Patient to express things as His/Her feelings, political opinions and their thoughts about the world we are living in. The way of doing so is completely up to the Patient. It can be made with pictures, music, video etc. This is to help the Patient better get in touch with Him/Her self and for you to get to know them better.

Everyo ne is free to patricipate by reading and giving feedback and comments to the patients (And to us aswell). This is a very crusial part of the therapy.

The Patients are then exposed to the feedback from our Readers. This is becuase we are trying to make the Patient understand that people can think diffrently and make them more open to social contact without having to be afraid of the consequences.

There is no censorships on any of our participants, not on the Patient and niether on the Reader. Though spaming is strictly prohibited. Everything is accaptlable. For the therapy to work properly we need all participants to be completly honest and unafraid to always express exaclty what He/She thinks. Even if it takes excessive l anguage. The Reader and the Patient will always remain anonymous, but we encourage the Patient to use aliases or/and nicknames. We recomend you doing the same, even if you only will visit this blog once. This is to get a personal bound to the TSB blog and to the Reader/Patient but still remain anonymous.

We do not take any responsibility for anything that is published in our blog if it is not signed by us and labeled "Publications by the Administrative". The Patient is always beeing monitered when writing in the blog, so He/She can not post submission in the name of the Administrative. Therefor we can assure you that we are under control of the situation at all times.






We will look forward to your cooperation
// The Administrative


5th of October 2008