The Truth About Magic
You know what I really really want to believe right now? That magic is a bunch of hooey. That people can convince themselves of the craziest things when they want something bad enough. Its all bullshit.
But I do believe in magic. And, lets digress a bit first. When I say magic, I mean a force of which I know absolutely nothing. What I don't mean is fireballs and illusionary triplets of myself and invisibility potions and summoning poison gas-breathing sheep demons or any of that, as cool as it would be. CEASE DIGRESSION
You see, there are two people I respect way too much to not believe them when they talk about magic. And one of those people, (feenz, of course) is either REALLY GOOD at faking some wierd shit, has actually had some interesting experiences while I was around.
Also, you just know. I mean, when you look at the moon as it illuminates the night sky, or consider the river flowing underneath the bridge you're on, you know. You feel. That would be why I had the most random urge to offer a prayer to the most revered Minnesota River right before I submerged my salmon-of-wisdom pendant in her.
But as for myself willing magic to happen, I am afraid that I can't or won't be able to do it, ever. I get discouraged about it easily, and immediately when that happens I want to say, "Fuck it all, man, it ain't real!" despite what I've seen and all that.
There is something that I haven't pin pointed yet, and I am really getting frusterated about it, some reason why I'm having difficulty with all of this. It is just beyond my mental grasp.
I love nicknames. Alexi really enjoys them too, which is why she has the most amount of nicknames than anyone I've ever know. Here they all are, for your enjoyment:
Ame
Amekokun
Amexi
'Lexi Butt
Jesus
Goregoth, Grandson of Alaric, King of the Goths
Chrischrain (Pronounced like CHRIST, without the T)
And her newest one I forgot... But it ends with breasts... You see, we were feeling bad for a certain someone, whom I will leave unnamed, who loves to go by the nickname of whiskey-tits. Just raves about it. We're all so very envious that we come up with such clevar nicknames of our own. Since Katherine is addicted to soda, she has become Dew-Boobs (as in Mountain), and Alexi might be honey-breasts, I think that rings a bell. She does drink honey a lot. As for me, the whole suffix of "breasts" wouldn't work out unless it had a "man" in front of it. So its all up in the air still.
Mondays, by the way, are almost unbearable at my workplace, because everybody is just obSESSED that its monday, and they complain about it, and get into horrible moods and fight with eachother and kick carts and throw boxes and curse non-stop until they finally go home. And it rubs off. I catch myself uttering "bitch" and "mother fucking piece of shit" very very quietly every so often 0n Mondays.
You know what? I'm done.
But I do believe in magic. And, lets digress a bit first. When I say magic, I mean a force of which I know absolutely nothing. What I don't mean is fireballs and illusionary triplets of myself and invisibility potions and summoning poison gas-breathing sheep demons or any of that, as cool as it would be. CEASE DIGRESSION
You see, there are two people I respect way too much to not believe them when they talk about magic. And one of those people, (feenz, of course) is either REALLY GOOD at faking some wierd shit, has actually had some interesting experiences while I was around.
Also, you just know. I mean, when you look at the moon as it illuminates the night sky, or consider the river flowing underneath the bridge you're on, you know. You feel. That would be why I had the most random urge to offer a prayer to the most revered Minnesota River right before I submerged my salmon-of-wisdom pendant in her.
But as for myself willing magic to happen, I am afraid that I can't or won't be able to do it, ever. I get discouraged about it easily, and immediately when that happens I want to say, "Fuck it all, man, it ain't real!" despite what I've seen and all that.
There is something that I haven't pin pointed yet, and I am really getting frusterated about it, some reason why I'm having difficulty with all of this. It is just beyond my mental grasp.
I love nicknames. Alexi really enjoys them too, which is why she has the most amount of nicknames than anyone I've ever know. Here they all are, for your enjoyment:
Ame
Amekokun
Amexi
'Lexi Butt
Jesus
Goregoth, Grandson of Alaric, King of the Goths
Chrischrain (Pronounced like CHRIST, without the T)
And her newest one I forgot... But it ends with breasts... You see, we were feeling bad for a certain someone, whom I will leave unnamed, who loves to go by the nickname of whiskey-tits. Just raves about it. We're all so very envious that we come up with such clevar nicknames of our own. Since Katherine is addicted to soda, she has become Dew-Boobs (as in Mountain), and Alexi might be honey-breasts, I think that rings a bell. She does drink honey a lot. As for me, the whole suffix of "breasts" wouldn't work out unless it had a "man" in front of it. So its all up in the air still.
Mondays, by the way, are almost unbearable at my workplace, because everybody is just obSESSED that its monday, and they complain about it, and get into horrible moods and fight with eachother and kick carts and throw boxes and curse non-stop until they finally go home. And it rubs off. I catch myself uttering "bitch" and "mother fucking piece of shit" very very quietly every so often 0n Mondays.
You know what? I'm done.