"Absence is to love what wind is to fire. It extinguishes the small; it enkindles the great."

~Roger De Bussy-Rabutin

this.

Shamanic journeying and becoming the rat king is certainly an odd twist to any tale. Now, I just need to figure out how to let go enough to make it into the hole in the Earth to open a direct line of communication. The rats showed me the path; now I have to walk it. Without drugs. They are a crutch, and not a very good one, either. What ( Read more... )

Grad school is some busy shit. I'm overworked, I have way more shit sitting on the horizon, I have to study like crazy just to pass, and sometimes it feels like sleep is just going to kick me in the face and keep me from meeting my deadlines. But none of that matters. I am where destiny wants me. I am happy here, now. What more is there to say

Isn't it fucking hilarious when you find that the only way to elicit understanding in a person is to communicate through Facebook? It's a new generation of people, I suppose, and I can't take much more. I've agreed to beating the dead horse, despite every shred of my own intuition. She says its what she needs. She says she doesn't care that I ( Read more... )

I haven't struck an emotional balance here yet. There's people I consider friends, people I know are friends. The most insignificant things are misconstrued as attacks against me, fears of me, reactions against me. Or are they not misconstrued? No, they must be. I get it back in New Orleans now too. I can't make everyone happy. I can't make ( Read more... )

So I'm doing some research for my major professor and I decide to look something up in my old undergrad abnormal psych text for the class I took in Fall 2003. I open it up to a page that has a picture of a little Albanian boy smoking a fat blunt and $40 dollars just sitting there. It's almost as if me from four years ago just sent a message to ( Read more... )

There's no better way to remember Will Smith and Jeff Goldblum fighting off the alien mothership than with explosives, liquor, two parties, some Ur-Quan Masters*, and being sweet on the woman you love. In all seriousness, independence may be an illusion or whatever, but either as free beings or as controlled masses, we've got it pretty good here ( Read more... )

Let it never be said that remembering what it means to be The motherfucking Xander doesn't yield immediate awesome. To that end, TCB motherfuckers! TCB!

Lovers of the nutjob Kent Hovind have this cute little website dedicated to spreading his message and proving he's a great cult leader or whatever. The best part is the quote from him at the bottom of the page ( Read more... )