There’s a lot to be said for 5 O’clock in the morning. I can’t say for sure what that is, but it’s definitely something. Especially on nights like last night. It’s just cold enough to see your breath, with a fog that makes everything hazy beyond 30 feet. The atmosphere being similar to a bated breath, like this little urban meadow (because let’ ( Read more... )

Sometimes I wish that I could just sit and look at the sky. Nothing else. No work, no play, just nothing but sitting there and looking at the sky. Every time you look up there, the moment is always different. You can always pick out something beautiful, even if it’s in shades of gray ( Read more... )

Last night I died, and there were people who cried at my funeral. The colors were blurry and all the lines bled together, behind the veil I was forced to perceive through, but I saw them there. Standing around me in silence as a man droned on, all of them waiting to watch me mechanically lowered into the earth. They cried ( Read more... )

The pope has requested a census, as he's currently unaware of the complete population of the sect. I've heard his prayers and answered (unlike some other gods I know *scoff*), so here is the list as it stands ( Read more... )

It happened again. The wanderlust, inevitably it takes me. It’s usually stronger during the on cycle of the moon. I don’t know why it happens, nor do I think I’ll come to understand it for quite some time. So I’m writing this as almost a rhetorical crucifixion. It’s a strange sensation to be driven by an unstoppable urge. You can hold it off ( Read more... )

A note. My little social experiment in Myspace doesn't seem to be working too well for me. This is due in part to whenever I seem to find something to rant about, I have to write it in Word... which ofcourse gives me time to dull down and edit my statements, instead of leaving it in glorific (Gore-ific?) bad grammar and untouched. The reason ( Read more... )

Well now that I’ve had a little commercial break, I think I found some words to express the vitriol I have for this modern day culture called emo. I’ve finally wrapped my brain around it hard enough to realize what pisses me off. It took some time, a couple cigarettes and a few on and off conversations with Jamie (See: The Scapegoat) to help me ( Read more... )

Inspiration is a very fickle creature. Even on the way back to my house, the closer I got to give my fingers the abortive process they desired, the more words became a jumble in my head. All the eloquent things that wanted to pour forth are now doused in a mire of confusion ( Read more... )

Before today’s rant ladies and gentleman I think there’s time for a little story. Yesterday a perfect plan was spawned. In an act of inspiration, three people (Un-Dave, Larry the Bruce and Myself) decided we were going to take the pimptastic voyage (A ride in the company car) to see Assemblage 23 at the Masquerade. It was going to be a wonderful ( Read more... )

For the past month or so, I’ve been afflicted by sleepless nights. My brain functions ideally on six hours of sleep. I can survive on three or four though, and that’s all I’ve been getting lately. The past two nights have been even worse. It’s all part of how my brain chews on things though ( Read more... )