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Closure is such a funny word. Not it’s meanings, which are as varied as they are nigh-inapplicable to most earthly situations, but it’s spelling – the actual letters and sounds that make up it’s concept in our minds. Go ahead, say it out loud, mouth it a few times, let it’s syllables roll around in [ READ MORE ]
“I used to be my own protection, But not now. Because my mind has lost direction, Somehow.” -Chester from Linkin Park Say what you will about the band, he is a talented writer. He understands the concept of concise emotional release instinctively. It’s a trait you can coach but not one I believe you can [ READ MORE ]
I am a diabolical maxim, upon which you will simultaneously place your greatest hopes and your darkest fears. It sometimes seems hard to explain that everyday I grow more into the person I am meant to be. I think that the moment you stop growing you die; your body may keep moving but your presence [ READ MORE ]
“Suspicion is my new religion and you’re all too sketch to breathe.” - found that little gem in an old notebook Soundboards. I need more of them in my life. They are so much more necessary than I’d ever have believed. For me, almost always (even if it’s only in the sense that I tend [ READ MORE ]
Writing. I rather enjoy the craft. It moves forward, sometimes at breakneck speed, sometimes pacing a snail; ever forward it moves, much like time, the tale cannot be halted. I find that I do it instinctively, I don’t stop and think, oh here I need a semi-colon or oh dear a gerund cannot start a [ READ MORE ]
I see darkness, almost thick enough to taste. I could walk on it. Then it shatters, becomes images, pictures and sound, rolling around; swirls like a kaleidoscope. Fractures and rough edges crash and break like waves, only each wave is really pain and every break rubs raw like sand pelting windburned skin. The waves creep [ READ MORE ]
“You were right, you just weren’t right about me.” - 500 Days of Summer Great movie. In other news I had a great weekend, far too short of course, but no less great for it’s less-than-desirable duration. I spent most of Sunday teaching my youngest brother to use a scoped rifle. Pure fun. I also [ READ MORE ]
The dream is back. It’s a not-quite nightmare. It’s so realistic, so sensory. I have a nagging feeling, a sneaking suspicion even, that it is real. I wish I could explain how this dream affects me, how much it stays with me, how I hate my eidetic memory at times like these. The starkness of [ READ MORE ]
I tend to begin all if my posts the same way. I’ve noticed that I seem to need to place myself squarely inside a timeframe or position myself firmly in a place. I wonder if that’s learned behavior or if that is something that comes from within. Most likely it’s an amalgamate of nature and [ READ MORE ]
Life is. Yep, that’s the whole thought; hence the whole sentence. I am currently drying my work gear at the creepomat. There is a woman about ten feet from me drinking a bud heavy out of the can, with a coozie that says “wishin’ I wuz fishin’.” Legit. I know. In other news I got [ READ MORE ]
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