The Prince of Party Justin Poole

I am the Prince of Party, Justin Poole. I write tales of love, life, lust and the occasional gunfight.
I am an explorer in a time with no frontiers

Cluster B Personality Disorders

There are four Cluster B personality disorders: antisocial, borderline, narcissistic, and histrionic. The DSM-IV views these as a subset of personality disorders that are characterized by dramatic, emotional or erratic behavior. The Cluster B personality disorders are also the most common of the DSM-IV personality disorders.

 

Narcissistic personality disorder is characterized by an inflated sense of self-importance. People with narcissistic personality disorder often believe that they are “special,” require excessive attention, take advantage of others, lack empathy, and are described by others as arrogant.

 

The central features of histrionic personality disorder are intense expressions of emotion and excessive attention-seeking behavior. People with histrionic personality disorder often seek out attention and are uncomfortable when others are receiving attention. They may often engage in seductive or sexually promiscuous behavior, or use their physical appearance to draw attention to themselves. They also may demonstrate rapidly shifting emotions and express emotion in a very dramatic fashion.

 

BPD is associated with specific problems in interpersonal relationships, self-image, emotions, behaviors, and thinking. People with BPD tend to have intense relationships characterized by a lot of conflict, arguments and break-ups. They also have difficulties related to the stability of their identity or sense of self. They report many “ups and downs” in how they feel about themselves. Individuals with BPD may say that they feel as if they are on an emotional roller coaster, with very quick shifts in mood (for example, going from feeling OK to feeling extremely down or blue within a few minutes).

BPD is associated with a tendency to engage in risky behaviors, such as going on shopping sprees, drinking excessive amounts of alcohol or abusing drugs, engaging in promiscuous sex, binge eating, or self-harming.

According to DSM-IV, antisocial personality disorder is a “pervasive pattern of disregard for, and violation of, the rights of others that begins in early childhood or early adolescence and continues into adulthood.”

People with antisocial personality disorder have been described as lacking empathy (or the ability to “put yourself in someone else’s shoes” to understand their feelings), and they may often be deceitful or break the law. Antisocial personality disorder is also associated with impulsive behavior, aggression (such as repeated physical assaults), disregard for their own or other’s safety, irresponsible behavior, and lack of remorse.

I wonder if displaying all of these traits means I should seek help.

Is this how it feels to be a sociopath?

writersbleedwords:

“Writers don’t write from experience, though many are resistant to admit that they don’t. I want to be clear about this. If you wrote from experience, you’d get maybe one book, maybe three poems. Writers write from empathy.”

— Nikki Giovanni (via amandaonwriting)

I have no empathy.  I write from imagination 

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Photographer Ventures to Volcanos and Lava Flows in Hawaii

Hawaii-based photographer Sean King captures beautiful photographs of lava flows in Hawaii, venturing into locations where lava reaches temperatures of 2000°F.

King first moved to Hawaii 8 years ago after years of working in construction in New York City. One day he decided that he wanted to show some of Hawaii’s beauty with his friends back in New York, so he grabbed a digital camera and went to the Kilauea volcano.

Soon, he was hooked on photographing volcanos and their lava flows, carefully mixing in views of moonbows and the starry night sky.

King acknowledges that his photos often look ‘shopped and slightly fake. The photographer is colorblind, which affects how he perceives the images he post-processes, and the intensity of the colors they end up with once he’s done.

(via abluegirl)

Death

I arise from a grave of empty beer cans and cigarette ashes and attempt to shake the damage of the night before. I slide open the patio door and piss on the porch while attempting to shield my eyes from the blinding sun. I walk into the living room and my hands start their familiar shaking, to the fridge I go to find a cure. Luckily someone left a few natural lights, I crack one open and drink my medicine down. I check my phone and am reminded that she called last night, I listen to the voice mail, she speaks briefly of the grief I have caused her by once again missing a commitment, I listen to the pain in her voice and something inside of me dies.

yy22:

lets take a second to remember that kids today consider their sexual preferences to be such an integral part of their identity that they state it openly as one of the first things they want people to know about them

even if this is the only fact of modern life of which you are aware, you can be sure that you are observing a severely depraved society and a terrible environment for children to grow up in

(via deth)

The devil in me

Open your eyes and open your mind, shut your mouth and look inside.  Do you feel the evil that has existed since the beginning of time?  It is real and it is more powerful than anything else in this world.

But what of the others

the worlds beyond ours where ancient kings sit upon thrones built of bone and horror.

The galaxies which surround us like suffocating darkness threatening to close in and extinguish all remnants of light.  What do you possess which could slow or satiate them.  Is your filthy blood worth the gnashing of their teeth, polluted by fear and regret to the point of a distasteful thickening.  The flesh of cowards could never be enough.  They feed on heroes out there.

They laugh at fear.  They devour courage like fuel and it burns deep inside their each and every cell pushing them onward and outward in search of new souls to conquer.

When time breaks and the evil seeps in what ancient warriors curse will you call down from the stars to assist you in defending your right to exist not as a slave or a meal but as a man.  You have forgotten the faces of your fathers and when the ancient ones come to play all the science and modern weaponry will do nothing but amuse them.

So speak true and seek out the power in your world.  Pray to whomever you worship that their salvation comes sooner than later

lest ye be ground into nothing more than dust and muck.

You’re dead

Trust me darling, it was broken long before you came along

and the one thing I know 

is once something dies

it is always far too messy to try and revive it

still we stagger along like the undead

moaning and groaning 

like shadows of our former selves 

and we wind up in churches

and malls

in places of our former business

because we seek out the familiar as a way to comfort us

because sometimes its just too hard to let go

And we need something

anything

to remind us

of what once was

and we pretend it could maybe be again

but then the news hit the presses

and I flipped to the obituary section

I can not say I was surprised to learn

You’re fucking dead.