The inertia of stillness is the gravity of death.

Sometimes words explode out of my mind in all directions and it's all that I can do to write them down fast enough.  These explosions are alike to certain unstable reactions in that the wrong dynamic element introduces at the wrong time can cause the whole reaction to collapse.  Words which expanded out into sparkling crystalline constructs instead ( Read more... )

I've been writing here in this box for hours now, but no words will stick to it.  They all turn sour in my eyes.  Rose colored glasses turned black with regret make every thing I write ugly and foolish ( Read more... )

So studies have been done, results have been compared, argued over and tentatively settled on. Sadly this is the best that the psychological sciences do for "exact". The net of it is that it is now believed that every time we recall a memory we are essentially building it from scratch.

It's not to say that we are always lying when we recall things ( Read more... )

If this oil spill is the event that leads to the end of all life on earth there's only one concern I have: will I play it out to the end, slowly realizing that all of the things I take for granted are no longer available to me? Or will I just hang myself as soon as I run out of cigarettes and booze ( Read more... )

I'm starting to remember things. I didn't even know that I had blocked out memories. People who know me know that my life has always been touched by chaos. With all of the things that I do remember, all of the persistent films replaying in my mind, there was something so painful that I couldn't see it ( Read more... )

I just found out that the Mother of one of my Ex's opened a bunch of utilities using my SS#.  I can't decide if that balances against having sex with her daughter while she was in the next room...like every day for 2 months.  She's probably still going to get a car full of cement.  I'll just have to remember to feel bad about overbalancing the ( Read more... )

Someday I'll write all of this down in a book and sell it as fiction.  No one would believe it really happened anyway.  I can say how it ends though.

And then there was one.

This last treatment had me hopeful. After 5 sessions I was hopeful, productive and feeling surges of creativity and inspiration. I started getting headaches though. Terrifying pains that felt like arc-lighting across my brain, but would come coupled with equally fast thought processes ( Read more... )

I think I've hit a new low: the girls in my dreams won't even sleep with me anymore.