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A friend of mine says that paranoia for some is life blood for others. So simple, sweet and so true. It is deffinatly life blood for me. It has become my life.

You see, THEY are out to get me. I am risking alot just thinking about THEM. THEY know, just like Santa Claus. Sick but true, THEY know. Everybody else is dead. I can't tell you who, but it doesn't matter. You can't bring them back. Only those who don't know are alive. And, yes, me. I'm the last one to know. Of what I can't tell you. THEY've killed everybody I've spoken to. I don't talk any more. I don't do much any more but run. You see, THEY are always behind me and I've got to remain one step ahead. I've been called crazy but I'm still alive. That's my power over THEM. My life. As long as I'm alive, THEY can not do anything.

Heaven forgive me but the hunger calls again.  There is a dark pit within my body that use to house my soul.  An ember sits inside this pit, glowing malignantly.  The ember glows most of the time filling me with its black heat, yet I am cold.

Man struggles gamely to play his part in a play that has no script and in which he never takes direction from the director. This is not completely his fault, the director has yet to assert himself. Such a guiding void leaves man open to influence from all types of distractions and from power hungry stage managers. But the problems are minor compared to the ghosts that haunt the stage. Old actors of another age  play  who want to create again. These old ones lie in wait, feeding off the energy the play's emotion, growing strong. Their power, though, is not physical. They influence the natural downward spiral of self destructing event, forcing extremes and causing the end scene to explode with unnatural fury. Some prefer to push and prod the actors. With their pushes mentally guiding you. So subtle they are, you believe the thoughts your own. Others prefer to act as teachers  trainers  handing power to unwieldy hands and watching the power dominate the untrained user, consuming him.