( this dream of time )

I've been staying with my grandmother in the town of Acton these past few weeks, am with my family to acknowledge my mom's birthday right now, going back to my grandmother's house Sunday afternoon until September. She doesn't have the internet, but I spend a lot of time at the Acton library and from time to time I'll bring my computer there to ( Read more... )

A few months ago, when I was enlisted to write songs for Vlad's band, I came up with a song/poem called "Mockingbird Girl"; only to discover a couple days ago that Scott Weiland wrote a song of the same title. The lyrics and meaning of his song are different than mine, but still. I also, unwittingly, wrote something queerly similar to "Lost Keys( ( Read more... )

Two movies worth seeing: Bobby, and Notes on a ScandalSpent the afternoon/evening with Jeremy and Trudi. They're both awesome ( Read more... )

I'm reading Dictionary of Angels: Including the Fallen Angels by Gustav Davidson (I've used it for reference in the past but this is my first time reading it from cover to cover), and apparently angels aren't eternal. "Immortal but not eternal", they die. For some reason, finding this out was saddening ( Read more... )

I was suprised and disappointed to find that this text isn't to be found online, and that there is little to be found of Thomas Wolfe and his writing on the internet...

Since this passage was handed out in a philosophy course I attended last year, I've read it myriad times and have tended to carry it with me wherever I go.

( This Dream of Time )

Since I spend a great deal of time at my job sketching and writing, can I tell people that I'm an author and an artist? :P Yesterday was d-e-a-d DEAD. Good thing I'm adept at finding stuff to occupy myself with; I feel bad for people who complain about being bored all the time ( Read more... )

...but I'm so comfortable...so comfortable...Just before my week off from school, I had intended get started on my 10-page politics paper during that time. Also, I planned on reading my German history book and starting to re-teach myself the language. Instead, I retreated into my consciousness and while I did learn and get a lot done, I ( Read more... )

And the angel of the lord came unto me, snatching me up from my place of slumber. And took me on high, and higher still until we moved to the spaces betwixt the air itself. And he brought me into a vast farmlands of our own midwest. And as we descended, cries of impending doom rose from the soil. One thousand, nay a million voices full of fear. And ( Read more... )

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