Occasionally it is difficult to conjure up words sufficient enough to place in my own journal so that later on I can feel less of a buffoon when reading them. This is not the perfect precursor to these very thoughts but I felt the need to embed them anyways.

My life takes on themes in its sporadically altering existence and I am forced to gravitate ( Read more... )

I'm never one to condone the atrocities of self-felcaio that seem rampant on the proverbial tubes of the internet though I must say that for the most mundane of birthdays this one has been rather a hoot. It seeks to knock aside hedonistic consumerism for something much more substantial and fufilling. I recieved numerous calls and messages today and ( Read more... )

Tycho was kneeling next to the deceased. Hermes was undoubtedly long-gone from the scene and that left Tycho and the muses to look things over and gather the information. Of course, this also meant that as soon as the muses tapped a few curious souls on the streets of London her Majesty's inspectors would be all over the house. He would be hauled ( Read more... )

Lo and behold the greatness of these times and name them for what they personify: moving picture greatness ( Read more... )

( What's mine is mine. )

( Rise and Tarnish )

That's what I hear anyways ( Read more... )

Made my life hard up until now because I never wanted the easy way out. It's a lesson that I'm always willing to come to class for. It's a step that I'm willing to take over and over again no matter how many times I fall. It's my life and for once I can call it that. I call it my own because I stop asking what other people think. I do this because ( Read more... )

I stop eating for religion and 14 days later I'm here to draft you another exciting update. But let's not call it an update. Let's not even call it an entry. Despite my best attempts I can find no reason to be sad, and maybe I want to be sad so I could be inspired. Old wounds become modern art and all that.

( Once more with feeling. )

Although not fundamentally asured that anyone will read this the truth about journals is that it doesn't matter who reads them so long as it is transcribed. With that message put forth I shall relay to you the goings ons of the now and fervently hope you somehow stumble across them and comment with a will akin to any interweb freedom fighter.

( My mind I miss the most... and food )