I'm having an intense urge to take self portraits.

I would blog about 75% more if I thought I felt I could sufficiently dump my brain. Sometimes I try to blog multiple times a day only to give up totally unsatisfied with nothing ( Read more... )

Lightwalker
I lost access to the memories of our past relationships
Marred by emotions 
Scarred through devotions
Of lacerated love stories
And dark discoveries
Which led to these beloved memories
Of lovely hugs and sexy kisses
Both then and now

As if a recording covered with a dark veil
Dreaming the path of my life in terror
It is no wonder that I forget
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I keep meeting so many wonderful-seeming people, but I feel as if I don't have much to say. Formerly in my life I'd lived with a torrential plague of things to say dammed behind closed lips, and I would spew forth my words at the drop of a hat. Recently I've been having great adventures and I've had a lot of things to talk about, but my roommate ( Read more... )

Monday, July 07, 2008
+2, 22, 32 (Cats, Christ, and Lions)
Angel's Sweet
Of heaven's dawn
Shepherds feet
And God's graced Faun

Breath of Fire
Warms night's Dream
Growing Spire
Loving Stream

Thursday, July 03, 2008My weblog is
To reaveal
To conceal
Too surreal

Part of life
Not like life
Words + life

Documented woe
How much I grow
Creative mental flow

Electric
Eccentric

I thought I worked out
Then I did Yoga
I can still mostly walk
But the game is officially on

Days of growth and validation
On the basis of life and love
And Kinwa heaven...

I saw the most amazing thing tonight. It was such a beautiful display of mathematical precision. It was a scientific work of spiritual proportions. It was a meditation; a trip; an experience. I've been attempting to explain this all night, but I have been unable to do it any justice. A wonderful man named Randall Fontes has created something using ( Read more... )

The Goddess has rained upon me a shower of Lesbian Avatars, polyamourous Witch of displays from the "The Dirty" and Koikoi sent in the name of love. And Ninka Stinka. Sent in the name love. Hugs and drugs of lovely descent, decent pixies Goddess sent. To a house, nay a home, ceasing thoughts of Austin or Rome. From the world they spring, and love ( Read more... )

My French math teacher makes me happy.
Turns out I got a 4.0 for the first time ever.
Then I got an A on my math test.
I never cared much for school, but I also never got good grades
I'm glad that my efforts paid off, but I know that my parents will be the most happy.