Blame it on the dream. Blame it on the late night. The poor concert. My lack of balance all weekend. The way things fall apart and how I felt that I would have too, had I went in to work today. Call it intuition, but I do not think today was the best day to be there. When I called in, my boss told me, "This isn't looking good." Either she means to ( Read more... )

can't break the link
i feel like i am bleeding from the mind
seeping forward like some kind of train destined never to stop
even when the rails have terminated
is it the collective unconscious?
am i tapped that strongly into my own share?
where does it take me?
will i ever get away from being its slave?

Dear __________ ( Read more... )

Enter the game "Go." An ancient game that has been around for two millenia. Behind it are so many principles that history has laden upon it, that there is a philosophy within the game itself. Add another to the list ( Read more... )

Where does it all fit? There are so many puzzle pieces. Those that I have thought I found a place for suddenly reappear in a different light. The edges more jagged, the picture sometimes more clear than it ever was, making me realize that I had misplaced it in the grander scheme of things. I am asking for some kind of higher light, often, to show ( Read more... )

So help me fucking God, get off of me ( Read more... )

I was denied so much from my inception. More and more, I start to understand that I am less and less. It is he who has lost everything that has nothing to fear. I am starting to feel that my place in this world is to make it succumb to the beautiful reality of nothingness. That my emptiness, can, in turn, be your emptiness. Sharing is caring ( Read more... )

I know that you must be busy at so many points that it would be difficult for you to reply to this letter. While I would love that beyond any measure of belief, I would understand if you do not, and I would appreciate that you do my efforts justice just by reading this ( Read more... )

"It didn't matter where it came from," he said, "it's still here ( Read more... )

I guess I should start by saying that typically, I do not like to write rants. The only reason so many of them spew forth like so much butter from an aged cow is because I am easily swerved from a writing style that is both profound and coherent. With that said, I need to write about a multitude of subjects ( Read more... )