Rebuild: The Unfinished Interpretation of Irrational Behavior
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Harm...living at the war zone stuck fast from deliverance living on sufferings stuck last from freedom hurt... zone of military so far from the freedom cause of fray that's not temporary thing for eternal crusty zone of military military operation zone military operation zone have a lost of peace full tyrannical people miss of free
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026
Being opressed by the past I feel the fugue Am I a neurotic? or just the victim of schizophrenia I feel cheated, anger and terror from the past I feel trapped, snared in trust worthless I'm in losing myself My personality is splitted will I ever comeback
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026
Try to learn about how's machine will be a human computerizing, modern technology can help it computer physically but thinks as a human could we deny it? machine intelligence... artifical intelligence
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026
welcome to the new millenium hell welcome to the real world we ain't enough to understand what will happened soon global scare, industrial panic have made our nerves twitched blood pressure get high uncontroll emotionality we get nervous, get nervous these are what we called technological advances?
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026
Deadly quiet long ways damp and wet road look up the murid of the lonely pale moon it's my gray life in hell give me a glass full of gun powder please oh my sweet grandma tell me about the popped of the hooks story and then let me lifeless alone sunk away in this stuffy world sunk away on the devil empire what kind of world it is it's same like hell it's full of pain life is suck grave....
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026
when the darkness fall on me I feel free to kill as I want Just to lead my anger was I born to kill when a hunger coming up it's time to get some fun get some fun and then you will die bitten by my canine tooth with a torn face you'll stand up at the death's door blood spot out from the headholes stabwound on your brain I was born to kill nobody can stop my desire
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026
I was just a little asshole who ain't got enough attention forced to be obeyed a family member and facing such a shity and bored society that grab attitude as rules I never cried quiet loud cause my days were always sick of situations I was taught by silly games my dear parents gave i was just a little asshole who only excited with violence that pushes me down by the way I enjoy my pleasure
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026
Dear Hell... see this world full of cripple like a bad gecko tyrannical people can you imagine the next century will be no more happiness no more folklores no more appease like chemical radiation and nuclear radiation what will be the end of it what will be the end of it what... the illuminaion full of cripple
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026
September 2nd, 1965 was the end of the long journey eleven years in a psychoanalysis eleven years in a psychoanalysis pessure those lost times totheter with the presence of the other soul those lost times together seized by rebel personalities but everything was over and all personalities have been united
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026
new history has begun all of these lies all of these shits are thrown away into the trash all deception and distorsion old history is being revelaed as if being awaken from the nightmare we watched over and being awaken of the ruler
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026
gray cells on my brain are squirming, impulsing and jerking shocking me my feeling embraced by thirst and... I would like to scream loudly tear the static society down tear the condition down throw all the scum of the mind out throw all the mind discontent of mine out please... don't thwart on me don't shackle on me I live under pressure and... it pushes me down
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026
there was no way out the man with a thousand gloom was try to engraved his pain with tears molasses... tears molasses... pray... one of six bullets in the gun make a great hole in his stupid head fel de se free... free... grind...
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026
imagine that you stand on the highest mountain leave happiness behind forget about the pleasure things do they would knock you down and let 'em make you afraid to die think about live on the freakest world forget about the facts do they would knock you down and let you face the death.... imagine it!
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026