Frances was a great experience. I savor every minute of it as odd as that sounds. Events that create post-apocalyptic society are what I live for, and plus the shear awesomeness of such a storm is humbeling and exhilarating at the same time. I was working at the special needs shelter during the entire ordeal, and every moment I wasn't helping I was ( Read more... )

Everyone is freaking out. People don't even realize what is about to happen soon, but they are all shell shocked. I find this to be great, the dynamics of the human psyche when it feels the end is close. It won't likely be a fatal end, just an end to a chapter of life, but we treat it the same. You realize who and what matters the most to you in ( Read more... )

This was my weekend.

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Graa! Bob is broken again so I am damned to my mother's barely functional electronic type writer, which I call Screwy. School has been a joke so far this year. I was expecting to be working, but I really haven't done anything but read various mythological books while the teacher babbles on about this that in the other. I'm not complaining, I am ( Read more... )

I'm tired of not being special. I act "special" to be entertaining, but I'm not special. People know me, they don't know me. If ya feel ya know me, ensure yourself ya don't. I don't blame anyone. Who would want to know what some guy thought or cared about? At times I just want people to not have to fake giving a shit so they can use me down the ( Read more... )

Dream I cannot escape,
how I wish I could.
Stay silent behind my eyes.
Numbing pain in my lies.
Hurt worse than truth.
Yet I call you a dream.
What can I do?
Dream I cannot escape,
how I wish I knew.

When the house is silent, and I am all alone, which is more than often, I think about my life. The thoughts are those of a dieing old man, reflecting on the things that no one but himself can give credit toward. I get the feeling that there is more behind me then there is before me, like I am soon to end for some unfathomable reason. I realize ( Read more... )

I can't recall feeling real anger, but I do now. The want, no, the need to hurt someone for no god damn reason besides to satisfy myself. I've never wanted to snap a scrawny little prick in half and prove nothing new, until tonight. I hope the bastard reads this somehow, and I hope he knows that its him that I'm talking about, though he is probably ( Read more... )

Hurricane Charlie rumbles closer and closer to those poor bastards on the west coast. You know why I am happy for their misfortune? I am because I can now sleep an extra 3 hours or so for the small price of over a million people not knowing what will happen to house while they toss and turn on the road tonight, trying to escape the wrath of the 17 ( Read more... )

Subconsciously, we are the counter, yet mirror, image of that in which we want to attain. This truth, connected with the apocryphal notion of incurable ache associated with the unattainable is the only reason we fear.

-me-