I think it's a bad sign when I dream of dying twice in one night. In one I'm trying to save my friends from some curse or some such thing. I touch a bloody coin, and death comes instantly. In the second I am shot through the head by someone who tricked me into helping them rob a bank. On brighter news I woke up whole and well.

( Game Over )

Mothers hands were lined with dirt
From long days in the field
And mothers hands are serving meals
In a cafe on this street
With mouths to feed
Just trying to keep clothing on our backs
And all I hear about is
How it's so bad, it's so bad

It's too bad, it's too bad
Too late, so wrong, so long
It's too bad that we had no time to rewind
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I think I like this setup, where I can put song lyrics and a post in the same place. I may use it from now on. Two things I want to talk about. One of them is color. I like dark colors. Dark blue, black, brown, deep red, etc. When I wear a light-colored outfit and I look in the mirror I feel a faint sense of loss. My MySpace and LiveJournal are ( Read more... )

I realize it's been awhile since I posted anything of note. I tend to try not to post depressing material but it's the mood I've been in lately (as if you didn't already know that from the User Icon.) While LiveJournal is my preferred method of entertaining my innumerable fans, it is also an emotional exhaust to keep me from bottling up. As such, ( Read more... )

So I'm at my cousins house, and some how the topic of tattoos comes up. My sister says, "I would have gotten a tattoo but the bible says "Do not get a Tattoo" just lie that!"  Being the cynic that I am I say, 'Oh really? I'd like to see that.' Suddenly she appears with a Bible in her hand and exclaims, "Yea? I'll find it for you watch! It's ( Read more... )

Often.. very often, I feel a rush of emotion. Sadness, Anger, Fear, Hurt, Resentment, Joy. Most of them unidentifiable. These feelings plague me. The proper words escape me. It goes deeper than an inability to express complex feelings. I struggle to answer questions that no one has ever seen fit to ask. Questions that I could not answer if I wanted ( Read more... )

Tina was here, she lent me Twilight. The day before I had bought the new Pendragon, the second Sellswords novel, and Watchmen. I had already begun Watchmen, and I wanted to finish it before starting on Twilight. It was shockingly good, leaving me with a tingling sensation and a hunger to read it again. Watchmen is the only graphic novel to have won ( Read more... )

Stood in street. Watched it burn. Imagined limbless felt torsos inside; Breasts blackening; Bellies busting into flame one by one. Watched for an hour. Nobody got out. Stood in firelight, sweltering. Bloodstain on chest like map of violet new continent. Felt cleansed. Felt dark planer turn under my feet and knew what cats know that makes them ( Read more... )

Only recently did I learn of the term, 'Dear John Letter.' It was apparently coined during World War II while American servicemen were stationed overseas for months of years at a time. As girlfriends and wives back home tired of waiting for their return, they would find other men or simply terminate the relationship. The letters written to these ( Read more... )