sunnydales_gone
Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas Los Angeles
When our actions do not,
Our fears do make us traitors ~ William Shakespeare
When something seems too good to be true...that’s because it is. And when you cant deal...run. Two rules I live by.
Throw a demon at me and that I can deal with. No fear...because there’s no time for it. Fear of an opponent before a battle interferes with the battle itself, and once it’s all over fear isn’t necessary due to A: Your opponent being dead, or B: You are...so either the fear is unneeded or impossible. But this all comes with training. And I’ve been trained well--in battle, but I was scared of everything else that wasn’t battle related. There was no training for that...
For of all sad words of tongue or pen
The saddest are these: “It might have been!” ~ John Greenleaf Whitter
I’ve been in my fair share of situations where afterward I’ve kicked myself and thought of something better I should have said, but this was the first time that everything that came to mind would have been better! Micheal had bared himself to me...leaving himself open and venerable...and I shot back with silence. Not even so much as a ‘ditto’ to his statement...even a word a distasteful as that now sounded somewhat brilliant to me.
Everything is a dangerous drug except reality, which is unendurable ~ Cyril Connolly
Reality isn’t really one of my favorite places to be as of late. Given a chance at something better, I choose to remain in my own personal hell. It was safer...and familiar...a form of odd comfort. Shut of from everything, safe inside myself. I walk the blocks of downtown L.A. ignoring all sounds and people alike.
Loneliness is the ultimate poverty. ~ Abigail Van Buren, “Dear Abby”
When our actions do not,
Our fears do make us traitors ~ William Shakespeare
When something seems too good to be true...that’s because it is. And when you cant deal...run. Two rules I live by.
Throw a demon at me and that I can deal with. No fear...because there’s no time for it. Fear of an opponent before a battle interferes with the battle itself, and once it’s all over fear isn’t necessary due to A: Your opponent being dead, or B: You are...so either the fear is unneeded or impossible. But this all comes with training. And I’ve been trained well--in battle, but I was scared of everything else that wasn’t battle related. There was no training for that...
For of all sad words of tongue or pen
The saddest are these: “It might have been!” ~ John Greenleaf Whitter
I’ve been in my fair share of situations where afterward I’ve kicked myself and thought of something better I should have said, but this was the first time that everything that came to mind would have been better! Micheal had bared himself to me...leaving himself open and venerable...and I shot back with silence. Not even so much as a ‘ditto’ to his statement...even a word a distasteful as that now sounded somewhat brilliant to me.
Everything is a dangerous drug except reality, which is unendurable ~ Cyril Connolly
Reality isn’t really one of my favorite places to be as of late. Given a chance at something better, I choose to remain in my own personal hell. It was safer...and familiar...a form of odd comfort. Shut of from everything, safe inside myself. I walk the blocks of downtown L.A. ignoring all sounds and people alike.
Loneliness is the ultimate poverty. ~ Abigail Van Buren, “Dear Abby”