I'm feeling really lost lately, like there's someone I'm ment to be but I'm not, and I can't figure out how to be that person. I can barely paint lately and when I do it's not the quality that I know I can. I'm pushing 30 with out ever having had a serious job. I want my life to have some sort of meaning and I only have a vague idea what that ( Read more... )

falling through the clouds the sky has erasured ( Read more... )

the start of something ( Read more... )

dear sunshine, your brain that is talking does follow and with the wallet laid by the window and wondering naught about and above and beyond the beck and call and wander stagger stump stump stummmm....mmm...mmmble of all these forgotten things and wherew was I? speaking of my train of thought and again concious of the repeating repetition repeating ( Read more... )

http://g4tv.com/attackoftheshow/blog/post/697780/Battlestar-Galactica-Changes-the-UN-Charter.html

for my birffday this year I will be having a steam punk fancy dress party, only I can't decide what to go as so I will lay out the options and you dirt children can give me your input ( Read more... )

AWESOME BITTERNESS:

http://hucksblog.blogspot.com/2009/06/boy-in-bubble.html

There was Caleb, in the spaces between spaces. It rested for a span of time that we couldn’t even imagine, but it was old and tired when it had closed its eyes. It had been called an angel it had been called alien, god, monster, demon it had been called many things but in reality it was only Caleb; sometimes it wished the little things it ( Read more... )

i read something interesting the other day, during the holocaust 6 million jews were killed by the nazis, this number only applies to them. the fact of the matter is that during hitlers reign disabled, gay, mentally retarded and people from various other groups were also rounded up and killed. the funny thing is these people are not counted as part ( Read more... )

we leave little pieces and hints of ourselves where ever we go, on whatever we touch. we become our clothes and possessions and they become us, not in a neccisarily materialistic fashion, but they are a part of how we project ourselves into the world, not just how they look as a few pieces of fabric, but how we wear them, how we move in them, how ( Read more... )