It seems I keep coming back to this place in order to just vent and get my thoughts off of my chest ( Read more... )

So I decided after a long absence from my journal I would start it back up. It helped me to get my thoughts out and possibly be a sounding board for myself. When I logged back in after years of inactivity this is what I found in my draft section ( Read more... )

WARNING, INCOMING SMATTERING OF RANDOM COLLECTED THOUGHTS ( Read more... )

I sit here, typing paragraph after paragraph and then deleting it. Its like I find something interesting to say, that is like a awesome metaphor for what is going on in my life then I think better of it and delete it. Why do you ask? Because when I read it I feel the emo in me leap and slap me in the face. SO, I delete the paragraph and start over ( Read more... )

They say that time is the greatest healer, that it helps to mend all wounds. I find this to not be true. Time is that elusive element that seems to toy with us all. At sometimes it speeds along at a mind numbing pace, at other spaces it seems to grind to a halt. It helps us to smooth over the issues and pains we feel. Then its cruel sibling reality ( Read more... )

so I finally got access to a wood lathe a few day ago and so I made a 16 inch wand made of Brazilian Rose wood. I am starting to make them for the local Pagan Book store.


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So I just got back from my yearly family camping trip. I have to say it was pretty cool. Although fairly short. Lots of food, lots of people lots of mayhem and drinking. Granted I had nothing to drink while most of them had lots of beer but I still managed to get a good time in ( Read more... )

Last night had a dream where Ruby and I had talked again. We argued and cryed and screamed and laughed. Eventually we got back to a state where we could converse openly. Then after much talking we had to head out to a field to talk to get away from everyone. There we talked for a little while and played a affectionate game of chase. When I caught ( Read more... )

I'm treading wilderness of least traveled ways ( Read more... )

Sitting on a porch at a party as a observer you notice lives little opera. People going about their lives living the life oblivious to everythring around them running the rat race that is their lives. You get that cheese, you run that maze. I feel like the scientist who wishes sometimes that he could be a rat and not notice the maze.