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Logan Maxwell
Mar 30, 2020
In Poetry
Why does it always come back? This feeling of utter emptiness... Nothingness... Why am I always so alone? Even when I'm surrounded by friends... Nobody can see the full picture. It hurts to feel this way.
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Logan Maxwell
Mar 16, 2020
In Poetry
The DARK is never DARK enough... The LIGHT is never BRIGHT enough... Yet somehow it does the trick... ...Somehow, it's perfect! -SNAIL'D IT
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Logan Maxwell
Mar 09, 2020
In Poetry
Where is the barrier? It must be incredibly thin.... One moment I am happy, next minute I'm drowning... Why? Why is it like this? Now whenever I'm happy, I can feel it.... The thin barrier between nothingness and life. Between... Fear and Love. I cannot escape. Nor can I stick to one side... One day soon, I will finally drown... Or will I?
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Logan Maxwell
Mar 02, 2020
In Poetry
When you work on YOURSELF... People throw you HATE. When you work on PLEASING OTHERS... You hate yourself. decisions... decisions... You can't choose both... SO CHOOSE YOU!
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Logan Maxwell
Dec 10, 2019
In Short Stories
I took a dive into the abyss within, and I still can't find my way back. I Just had to see... To figure out... To realize... WHAT AM I? This question has been pinging around in my head for as long as I can remember but it was when I was 15 when I truly asked myself the question. The first time I had experienced the pure rage I had been unconsciously bottling up. I won't share how I got to that state... I've made plenty of mistakes in the past and watched enough suffering which led me to eventually blow up. -- In my wake, I left two doors ripped from their hinges, a few fist sized holes in the walls of my room, and a smashed TV. It was strange, I remained "aware" the whole time yet it was difficult - "hell, next to impossible," - to control. It's like shaking a soda bottle and opening it, then quickly trying to re-cap the bottle before too much soda sprays out. There's too much pressure. When the rage was finally tamed, I could barely look at the destruction I had left. It didn't take long for the feeling of wretched fear overcame me. More fear than I had ever felt before, because the source of my fear was MYSELF. Years later I can account for at least three more breakdowns. No more than five. The thought of seeing a specialist is not comparable to the fear I hold for myself and the rage lurking deep inside me. For, in my world, doctors and specialists have been taught in a way that blinds them. They receive huge bonuses for making false diagnoses and prescribing certain pharmaceuticals with side effects that are far worse than the primordial rage itself. So here I am, now in my twenties and prepared to dive. Well actually, prepared to continue my dive. For once you dive, you find there is no end. Just an endless plummet into THE ABYSS WITHIN. It is here I will face my monster. My truth. My REAL truth, and it is deep in the abyss where I am eternally cursed to battle my demon, my truth. Eternally struggling to bring my power under control. For if I can't, I will forever be dangerous. A danger to society. A danger to my family. A danger... to MYSELF, whatever I may be. So with that said, I continue to dive. Into the abyss... The black hole at the center of my mind. For, I wish to help people! Help them to conquer their monster. Their DEMON Help them, to one day find peace... In the war between Life and Death.
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Logan Maxwell
Sep 10, 2019
In Short Stories
First I think of what it’s like to be a block of clay. It must be incredibly boring being limited to the same form and place for so long. Then the sculptor walks in, perhaps today I’ll be chosen. The sculptor grabs me and without any warning, I am blasted from my world and carried off into the unknown. Never to see that quiet dark space that had been my home for so long ever again. All my past thoughts of leaving that world into a more vast domain were now reemerging and coursing through my mind at the velocity of a rocket leaving the atmosphere all while entering a new and alien world. The grass is green like me and the sky is blue like the clay block that rested beside me in my old world. The sculptor sits down in the green grass and stares at me, deep in thought. Then, OUT OF NOWHERE, I am ripped apart and stretched as if entering the horizon line of a super-massive black hole. Before long, my rigid blocky form becomes a loose spaghettified blob. The sculptor then breaks off five pieces and forms a head and four limbs. She then takes the original blob and morphs it into a body and reattaches the five new and upgraded pieces. The sculptor then props me upright, stands up and walks away. Never to be seen again, and I’m alone. Left to stare up at a dazzlingly bright fiery ball that lies beyond my new world, to harden my new form. This is it I suddenly realized, I had completed my transformation. I wonder what’s out there among those fiery balls of light.... ~Logan Maxwell
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Logan Maxwell
Aug 21, 2019
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Logan Maxwell
Jun 28, 2018
In Community Works
Write about your ideal life. What job you want, house you'll have, things you'll do, places you'll go... This is to get your thoughts down on paper. See what you truely want in life so you can go after it. Snail'd It is here to help with whatever it may be.
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Logan Maxwell
Apr 16, 2018
In Community Works
As I conclude the 18th year of my life and enter the 19th, I have been faced with the dilemma of society. I use the term dilemma because it is exactly that. Being put in a horrendous position to narrow down every possible option of fun or excitement in life, that everyone longs for, in order to force the puzzle piece that is you into the societal puzzle. Now everyone knows you can't do a puzzle by just forcing pieces into the whole picture. The result will be a mess. Now take a look around at your society. It's a giant fucked up mess. I for one won't be a part of it. My piece will nestle perfectly into the spot that opens itself up to my piece. Like finding your one true love. And that's how we get to the why of Snail'd It. I look at the people I am surrounded by and I see a lot of unhappiness and people being forced to work a job that they could give less of a shit about. But why? A lot of answers I get in return are "that's life" or "just the way things work." Those answers are not answers in the slightest. they're a cop-out. Because deep down in everyone who has said that bullshit knows that it's exactly that. A lump of shit. Yet the answer still escapes the gap between their lips every time. That's because this mess that we all know as society has been set up in a way that either beats you into submission or turns you into a raging fire of entrepreneurial power. Unfortunately both involve you getting psychologically beaten to a pulp. That is what I have been molded into and that is how the idea for Snail'd It was created. I have had enough of pondering what degree I need to get in order to get one job that will work me to the point of retirement. Because what happens is, people work so hard for so long to be able to have a good time on the doorstep of death. Fuck that I say! I'd rather live and have a ball now! While I'm able bodied. Not when I'm in my mid 60's - early 70's. What can you do then? Sit on your ass watching TV or play golf pretty much. I fuckin hate golf and TV gets boring after a few hours. Too many people my age are turning over their whole young and fun lives for useless work that just further fuels the societal mess we're all imprisoned in. There is a bright side to this although it may not seem like it. That is Snail'd It and things like it. People who say screw it and put it all on the line to live the life they truly deserve. It's our birth right to create, destroy, have fun, get stoked, etc... "To live is to risk it all" a quote from one of my favorite shows Rick and Morty. But just because it's from a cartoon doesn't make it not true. The creators of that show are the ones telling you this. Just through their creation. Same as how I am telling you the same thing through mine. We all need to follow our true passions in life through intuition. Guidance from others is great but when guidance turns to orders that's when life quickly spirals to slavery. I for one am not a slave to anything unless I accept it. For example TV, Movies, and Ice Cream. I am damn well aware that I am a slave to these aspects of the matrix but that's okay! You can't live a life worth living without having positive and negative influences. It's what make you, you. That is why you're born into the mess (society). So you can challenge it with your creations. Don't worry, not everyone will, and that's all I personally need to know to be able to have the confidence to create this company. For every one person who chases their dream, there's another 20 not doing it and they're probably going to have the dumb jobs that I know I am too good for. Does it sound cocky? Yes. But if you're not a little cocky about your creation, you'll never create it. I wrote this to give an insight into why I am doing this and to show people that some are born just to challenge the system and make it better. That is why the Snail'd It Community WILL become an incredibly supportive community of creators that all get to work on they're own life stamp. Because if you aren't remembered after you die, did you ever live?
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