Today has been one of those days where subtle realizations creep up on you, like a giant spider in the dark, and encases you ina  freshly spun, sticky web, and before you realize what's happened, you're struggling to come to grips with the situation you've found yourself in.  It takes time, but after you get a moment to truly evaluate your ( Read more... )

I'm not feeling very creative today.  Or really feeling anything at all.  I slept for 11 hours last night, but it feels like i didnt sleep at all.  I did the same thing last night ( Read more... )

In the bleak light of the day ( Read more... )

Things are so severely fucked up.  And yes, naturally, things could be said to be entirely my fault.  And yes, I cannot sort things out.  I cannot stay awake any longer.  I'm so glad.  In sleep, may all my sins expiate into oblivion.

Embracing the radiant rays of spring,
In a verdant cradle, the songbirds sing,
With every chirp a dirge did ring,
"Lacrymosa dies irae."

An unholy wrath had struck from heaven,
Benighting his soul, aged eleven,
From his pallid lips a dirge did ring,
"Lacrymosa dies illia."

Tearful that day, deep the earth did sigh,
Sagging solemnly the leaves did cry,
And ( Read more... )

Within these past few days, my moods can be described best as stormy.  Like showers in the spring, my thoughts will, at one moment, bask in the radiant golden embrace of the sun, only to be covered by black clouds the next, and a torrent of rain turns me sour.  After the initial rains, the storms ensues, and beside the crashing thunder and terrible ( Read more... )

From childhood's hour I have not been ( Read more... )

I've always been a fan of Wordsworth.  Here's "The World is too much with us"

The world is too much with us; late and soon,
Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers;
Little we see in Nature that is ours;
We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon!
This Sea that bares her bosom to the moon,
The winds that will be howling at all hours,
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I was reading some past entries today, and realized that if a stranger were ever to read it, they would possibly think that they were reading the ravings of a madman.  Most of them are done when I'm feeling drunk, or alone, or on the strange occasion that something interesting has occured in my life.  Usually when there are things to talk about, I ( Read more... )

    Soon, our heroes (or anti-heroes?  I havent quite figured that out yet) will be observed by a very special friend of mine.  The idea is, if she can handle how nerdy I am (although I'm pretty sure she already knows it) we'll have a winner.  Or she'll think we're all losers and break the whole thing off.  I'm leaning towards the former, ( Read more... )