Haven't had a chance to write... no, that's not true. Haven't felt much like writing, filling folks in ( Read more... )

My heart is BLEEDING Floggin Molly and The Dubliners Right now. Why? Because I should be on a fucking plane, going to Ireland RIGHT. NOW.

... Fuckin destroyed, I am.

And then Pandora plays this:

"The Story So Far"

You always had what you wanted
So leave it behind
And if the glass isn't broken
Then the futures not blind
All that you know means nothing to ( Read more... )

You know, when I was a kid, I didn't dream much, but when I did, they were AMAZING, Fantastic dreams in strange settings or scary monsters. They were a product of an over active imagination and thanks to the creation of night lights, I was more or less able to keep them at bay ( Read more... )

when dreams at sleep are gone, do we dream with eyes open? How can we, when we see that the forces of our logic and reality do to us, how they shape us... how can we dream of an alternative, when our own minds wont let us wander in the hallways of subconsciousness? To touch gold threads and silver vines along a purple landscape.

My dreams are ( Read more... )