There's art in my hands. I can see it. Looking at them is the only time seeing my body pleases me ( Read more... )

I know it ( Read more... )

One day I am going to give my brain permission to tap into the ninety percent of gray matter that has long lain dormant. Dangerous as the choice may seem, I have few qualms, for I know well what she will choose to do.

Fuzz! Crackle! Static! Silence ( Read more... )

So, I'm watching the 4400, this show on the USA network. It's pretty bomb. It follows the lives of various abductees returned years, sometimes decades, after they disapeared, having aged not at all, and some having gained amazing powers ( Read more... )

I was all set to use the groovy post-by-phone option on this here blogthang, but apparently, The Man Intent Upon Holding Me Down (TM) has found yet another way to do so.
They expect me to PAY to express my thoughts?!?
What the hell happened to FREE speech, huh? Huh?
Heh.
Anyhoo.
I'm outta here, yall.
Got things to explode. <--- read, a nap to take ( Read more... )