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01:24am 07/11/2008
  This is one of the performances of our movement (The author: Dmitry Kremnev. Participants: Dmitry Kremnev and Artyom Suslov)

Manifesto "Dyudrok" (The new psycho-reality) 
05:53pm 03/11/2008
  (New Experimental Art)

1. In connection with the so-called global crisis art movement "POP-REVOLUTION"
(with the partial assistance of ART-REVOLUTION) and the artist Artyom Suslov
as well as several other free artists decided to create and implement the concept of
promotion of new art "Dyudrok."

The essence of this art is to re-establish the own way of avant-garde and surrealism.
Dyudrok included any avant-garde and modern art with blurred boundaries of genres and
unlimited fantasy of the author.

At the moment, the world economic system as well as world political system infringe
on the majority of rights, freedoms, opportunities and even hopes of man.
In this regard, decreasing the creative capacity of most people because
it decreases the level and scope of vision as well as the hope of translating its
into reality. At the time of the current crisis, a simple man forgets about high ideals,
he dreams at a low level. Dyudrok must to protect people from objective reality.
We believe - the objective reality that is at this level of crisis can and should move to
second place. We have the right to push it into second place if we give to the man a
new reality, which will carry the title of "objective". what is now "objective" will take
second place, or just disappear for a man.

Accordingly, we believe that everyone, regardless of his religious beliefs, his status in
the society, and regardless of the sanctions, which in future could be taken against the
"Dyudrok" has the right to go to the new reality at any time, partially or completely .

2. In our view, any human rights organization and any commission or authority that
to deal with human rights have the obligation to protect the right of every adult
in the transition, partial or complete, in a different reality.

3. If the man who entirely gone in a different reality according with the laws of this reality
can no longer be capable - this is his personal decision as the new reality does not contradict
the existing laws and not causing harm to anyone. Neither does the campaign leading cause harm.
No one is obliged to support the individual's life in old reality when he left a letter of
advice (note) with the signatures of witnesses.

4. The departure of a reality, as well as assistance in this, not an injury to humans,
because the only thing involved in this process - the human imagination.
But imagination does not belong to the bodi, as well as the experiments of the imagination
is not harmful for the rights of mental functions.
Accordingly, there is no room for any regulations on the intentional infliction of harm or death to
humans. Also note that imagination is fully subject to his master.

5. Relatives and friends of man who passed away in a different reality have the right to challenge the
decision through the courts or through the human rights organizations and and demand to return
him to the reality in which they are located. In doing so, c. 5 is partly contrary to the core - 1 item,
and further debate on this soil can be resolved only in the mutual agreement of the parties.

6. As Dyudrok is not limited with anything and depends only on the human imagination,
it does not conflict with any law and religious customs.

7. For the same reason (not limited and opportunity
giving own properties) Dyudrok and concept its development
and its veneration is not any organization or religion
nor the political movement. Because Dyudrok do not have its own symbols and beliefs.

The author of the Manifesto is Artyom Suslov.
Art - Movement "POP-REVOLUTION"
The Man who fell to Earth... 
08:33am 19/02/2008
  This is a song I've been working on. Well, lyrics... not finished at all.

Need to complete first verse (beginning is 2nd)

In this endless Human sea
Corruption crept on me
And making not a sound
So little there that used to be
What good is purity
When it's so quickly drowned?

(bridge supposed to go here)


Death and rebirth
I am the man who fell to Earth
I came to save the Universe
To do it on my own
What was it worth?
I am the man who fell to Earth
I lost the plot, fell in the dirt
I'm never going home

Behold the modern fairytale
Hope is a shadow
The hero's going to fail...
The crooked cross, the final nail
The symbol's nothing
For they've never found the grail...

It;s slow, about the same speed as 'For I am the Way'.
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I guess an introduction is in order. 
03:52pm 18/02/2008
  I'm never entirely sure how to begin these... nevertheless...

I found my way here whilst searching for communities on Van Gogh. What I have seen so far intrigues me greatly, and I feel that I'd have no regret joining. I know insufficient to say whether I am manic-depressive or bipolar, and something inside says I am not, however, I do know that I suffer depression, and that I am possessed of Asperger's Syndrome, though not to a visible degree. I have moments of charged, unstoppable light and colour, though these inevitably give way to stagnant mires. I will feel grey, and that in itself frightens me, every time.

I am an artist and a poet, though not a great one, and a musician, though I know less than I should. I hope this will change soon, but I can't do it where I am. Familiarity breeds contempt, and Coventry is too familiar now. When you see destinations but no paths, you can't help but go a little mad.

I hope I am welcome on this community.
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Hey baby, how do you do? 
06:14pm 21/08/2007
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Just that, forgotten. 
08:29pm 26/03/2007
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You're invited 
06:40pm 19/03/2007
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i just want to cry untill i puke 
06:55pm 16/03/2007
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07:10pm 25/02/2007
mood: anxious
Hey there,
i wanted to ask if any of you were on FINLEPSIN RETARD (Carbamazepine),did it help you,how were you feeling,any nasty side-effects?

thanks in advance
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A fountain of fire... 
11:19am 12/11/2006
  Write I must with heart and head,
Another shares my soul,
No, I cannot prove it,
And sometimes He takes control,
Asked what is the mixture,
I honestly don't know,
Divide the head from neck,
A myth from that did grow,
While driving in a car,
Which is which you think,
Guiding really are,
Between the two a link,
Riding on a horse,
The two of you a team,
A special symbiosis,
Plant fed by sunlights' beam,
Seen have you the wind?,
Or only what it blows,
Plant we all a seed,
See a flower grows,
If the crops are good,
If the house is warm,
If your kindred kind,
Accept you please abnorm...
07:52am 08/11/2006
mood: listless
To be, or not to be: that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
And by opposing end them? To die: to sleep;
No more; and by a sleep to say we end
The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep;
To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub;
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause: there's the respect
That makes calamity of so long life;
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,
The pangs of despised love, the law's delay,
The insolence of office and the spurns
That patient merit of the unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a bare bodkin? who would fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after death,
The undiscover'd country from whose bourn
No traveller returns, puzzles the will
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to others that we know not of?
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all;
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,
And enterprises of great pith and moment
With this regard their currents turn awry,
And lose the name of action. - Soft you now!
The fair Ophelia! Nymph, in thy orisons
Be all my sins remember'd.

-Hamlet 3-1. Shakespeare.
"Suicide is selfish." Is cancer selfish? 
01:28pm 01/10/2006
mood: annoyed
I saw a few days ago that someone had made an entry exclaiming that "suicide is selfish." Today I went through the group trying to find that post but was unable to. Perhaps it was deleted.

Any way, the assumption that "suicide is selfish" is based entirely on ignorance. While there are many different causes for suicide (accidental -such as a drug overdose - or from pediatric depression - such as sadness from your girlfriend breaking up with you) the main cause addressed in this group is because of bipolar/manic depressive disorder. Manic depression is just as biological a disease as cancer. Unfortunately one of the symptoms is suicidal tendencies. But for a manic depressive patient, this symptom is as uncontrollable as the effects of cancer. When a manic depressive patient ends his or her own life it should be seen in the same sense as a cancer patient whose disease overcame them.

When someone starts to feel suicidal tendencies it's extremely important that he or she seek attention from a medical center, teacher, counselor, close friend - anyone that might be able to help - just as if you were to discover a cancerous lump.

When you hear a friend say that he or she is feeling suicidal, it's extremely important to address the situation seriously, no matter how questionable. Many lives have been unfortunately ended under the assumption that "Oh, she's just trying to get attention. Selfish bitch."
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Cut for length 
02:15am 26/09/2006
  Just joined today so I thought I might show some love.

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01:17pm 09/03/2006
  Hi, I'm new to this community, and I'm a poet and songwriter. I have a demo I've recorded:


Most of the songs deal with Manic-Deppression.

I also have a book of poetry I'm working on that I'll put up here for free, called Bipolar and Rye.


Tell me what ya' think.

-Kieran Thomson
Please criticize, Be as harsh as you want.. 
09:17pm 05/02/2006
Im submitting a poem in a hurried fashion in the hope of receiving some mega-fast feedback. I was going to use this poem for a writing portfolio for one of my university applciations but Im not so sure. Constructive criticism would be very much appreciated. It is a simple poem because I don't believe in simply using multi-syllabic words solely for the purpose of creating an 'impressive' piece if language. This poem is pretty much about an old man who waits for death.

Last Leaves

One frail man sits alone in a dim-lit park
Admiring the scenic view of old age,
Behind a flick’ring street lamp the world is dark,
He closes his newspaper and scans the last page.

Winter has crept up and enveloped the place,
A pale sheet of frost shrouds what once was green,
The weathered erosion reflects on his face
And the old man still smiles, knowing what has been.

The creaks of the wooden bench now seem loud,
The air seems colder as the light-bulb fails,
The moon disappears behind a night cloud,
The man sits at ease as nature prevails.
01:13pm 17/11/2005
mood: accomplished
hey there,
i'm bipolar II,(also GAD,OCD,ED,social phobia,i used to self-injure and was sexually abused in my childhood)
i'm on valproic acid+antidepressant stimuloton+clonazepam.
any advices/memories/triggers/thoughts on being on one of these meds?
i'm a student at the local university.
10:02pm 23/10/2005
  Oh dear God!
Trying to work trying to work trying to WORK! And I have all the energy, but it's so hard to make sure that what I'm writing will make sense to anyone else and is at all cogent and coherent. I just want to be able to go grab my actors and get my stage set up so I can try it out right now so I can see and hear it.

46 fairly dense pages. Not too far too go, I think I'm getting close. Aiming for about an hourlong performance.

Auditions Tuesday. Humdeedumdum.

I wish that I did something a little less patient and quiet than writing. I wish I did oil paintings or played and wrote dramatic songs on the piano, so I could crash and make noise and have something beautiful come out.

Writing is so nitpicky. I always end up just doing my banging and crashing, and then going through later and throwing out entire sections that I can't possibly use because they don't make sense or they don't fit.
09:05pm 11/10/2005
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12:42pm 08/10/2005
mood: sad
I wrote this a few days ago...

“The Ocean is Dead”

The last drop of poetry has bled from my porcelian veins
Without you the ocean is dying
Trapped in a somber dream
Fragrance of burning candles in a cathedral
Rotten lotus scent
Undertow pulling it all away
Shattered sea of green glass
Watery haunted grave
A frost creeping over the sleeping waves
I stand at the shore
The sand is so dry, and I’m crumbling within
The waters loosing their luster
The virgin ocean is decaying
I love you to the last
Gazing upon your seducing skin
Take me in to your house of nighttime and heal the sea
Salvation for the oceanborn
Weeping by the low-tide
Mourning my love for you
Why won’t you have me?
The ocean is withering, along with my soul
Carry me to my tomb
Seaweed covered deathbed
An underwater charnel house stained with woe
Far below the black bloodless waves
Tears caked upon my face
Drowning in the moonlight
Unkind love wounded me so deep
And now the ocean is dead
Fallen beauty, perished blossom funeral
Let me sleep lovely, deeply

Want more?
07:07am 30/09/2005
mood: introspective
Hello, I am new here, I have been diagnosed with Borderline Personality Disorder, minor depression, anxiety and PTSD. I find that the intensity I feel within the emotions is often what drives my writing. I know this community was formed for bi-polars to share their works, but I hope no one minds if I share my poems here as well, since it would be nice to get feed back from others who are artisticlly inspired as well.

Once in the world of the waking did she walk
But, no longer there does she dwell
Her shining soul drained of light
Darkness takes hold
Shadows surround her
She is turned
She has been claimed
As one who walks between worlds,
Never again can she enter and be awake.

NLJ 9/30/05
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