Seasons Change
And so do we
Until all we have are memories
So raise a glass
Give a toast or cheer
As we brave a brand new year

I keep hearing the voices ( Read more... )

I lost track of days again ( Read more... )

My days tend to be repetitive.  Not that that's a bad thing, most people would say that it's routine.  And for them I am sure that the routine is comforting ( Read more... )

Ok, so for those of you who haven't been watching my journal, everyone is fine ( Read more... )

My mom goes in for surgery today.  Supposed to be a quick check up type procedure that people tend to need when they reach 50.

Wow, fifty years.  Imagine all the things that means you've seen and done.  And then realized that that's your mom.  Weird, cool, both.

Of course, the last time she went in for a quick procedure she was in for longer than she ( Read more... )

There is something about the first of November that I will always love ( Read more... )

I choke on rage, delight in wrath.  The crimson streaks of bright arterial blood dance on the edge of my vision.  I can taste the copper flowing sluggishly into my mouth and down my throat ( Read more... )

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It was his final thought as his body withered and faded to dust.

In point of fact, she was not young, she had seen the rise and fall of Rome, been worshiped in the jungles of Brazil, feared in the fertile crescent.  She was not immortal by any means, but immortality means so very little when you have seen over 10,000 years.

But she did look ( Read more... )