Sad day.

Layne Staley. Sometimes I think I would give my soul to have him stand in front of me and sing.

ingrained in the human imagination is the idea of life as path, a road progressing toward ( Read more... )

I will not have expectations again. I will not imagine one more day that does not happen because you care about something else more than you care about me. Jesus Christ, was one fucking day too much to ask?

Why is it so hard to think of someone other than yourself? Why can't you remember that you are not the only one with issues? And the person who just did something inconsiderate, rude--the person who just pissed you off, the person whom you feel justified in attacking--may be going through worse, much worse, than you. Why is it so hard just to offer ( Read more... )

Ok. I know my life is in a transition period right now, and I am feeling things that I haven't always felt, but I didn't know that I was teetering on the edge. I tied for werewolf, angel, and faerie. Who has to answer a tie-breaker question to determine if they are a werewolf or an angel?


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I have always opposed eminent domain. The whole concept of taking private property from one owner and giving it to another for the benefit of the town seems to abolish the constitutional right to property. But since the supreme court ruled that it is legal for local governments to take private property, I have to applaud the town of Hercules, ( Read more... )

I have to listen to a new Pearl Jam cd a few times before I bond with it. Right now the new cd is just fleeting impressions of sounds and meanings, but WOW. "Marker in the Sand"...I just...wow. And the "Wasted Reprise" after "Gone" is so perfect, so perfect.

Thursday is the anniversary of the death, or the discovery of the death, of Layne Staley. I don’t know why his death digs into my soul, but it does. Before he died I knew neither his voice nor his face. Of course I knew the name-I am a PJ fan-and had heard AIC songs, but they made no great impression upon me. But that Saturday morning when I ( Read more... )

My voice has been buried deep for so long, I don't know if I can still hear the whisper in my head. But I will try.