10 March 2010
   I am going to try my best to explain what I've been thinking about recently, but I fear that without some sort of proper introduction or explanation then what I have to say may be lost on people who simply do not know, but I need to say this in some sort of medium. I am Asatru, at least for all intents and purposes. I may be an ( Read more... )

This is just a quick note, because I need to get a shower soon and go to the WoV (Heils, mein Brueders!) Anyway, the more I live, and the more I do, say, and read, I have become happier. Not in some bubbly, giddy, sugar-filled, somesuch; but rather in some sort of more convoluted, "I know things now" kind of way ( Read more... )

Is amazing. She is the accordion player for the band Turisas. (She is amazing at that as well)


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This is pissing me off. People tell me (won't say who, but it is more than 3) that my music tastes will change and that the crap I listen to now will be changed to something of value in a few years ( Read more... )

I am going to be talking about a subject that will most likely get me caught, killed, marinated in butter and Italian spices and eaten. But I'm feeling adventurous today so why not.
I am writing about a certain creature. This creature is the largest land mammal next to the African Elephant. Their patterns of grazing fluctuate between KFC and ( Read more... )

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19 March 2014

I remember that sound. That last ping, ping on the pavement and those last frantic hollow clicks before, well, that painful trek to the other side. I remember a lot of sounds really. Sad, angry, fearful ones mostly, but there are a few happy ones here and there. Those happy sounds made the others a little less intimidating, and you ( Read more... )

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This is going to be rambling and disorganized, so bear with me ( Read more... )

I am a polock. I am a sauerkraut jockey and a Slav. I didn't choose to be so, because I was born into it. But if I could, I wouldn't, because who really wants to be Polish? My father's mother is Polish, with the maiden name of Kosack. Which, if you learn the history of the name, it is one of the coolest names ever. But regardless what that name ( Read more... )

I hate myself sometimes. Not "gah! I hate myself so much, I'm going to go cut so I can get out of the grounding I got for wearing my sister's jeans and eyeliner". No, I just hate myself sometimes. I hate myself not for what I am, but rather for what I do to the people I love. I sometimes think I have some sort of complex. I always assume that it' ( Read more... )