The blue-haired one (myself that is, the primary core) is the playful trickster. Her name is Kausha: she's the only one WITH a name and really that's only part of 12 different labels. The usha are whistled slightly, and there's a sound in the vowel part humans can't make. The u as dots over it ( Read more... )

I've used this journal less and less over the years, but with recent revelations I find myself here again with increasing momentum. After all, this is the place where I worked out my grief as I was being abused by Mr. Homeland Security. This is the place I put in my insanities, hoping the thought process would spit out the opposite. This is where ( Read more... )

Open my eyes to the rising sun ( Read more... )

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She's lonely, you know. She's entirely lonely and regrets the path that she has chosen in this life; mainly because the path was out of a sense of rebellion and now she's not where she wants to be. Nevermind that the grass is always greener on the other side: if she were in the other pair of boots she would be looking at whomever were standing in ( Read more... )

... you are aware that I don't believe in God the way other people believe in God. It's all part and parcel to being a Chaos Personage, and it's how we live, breathe, and survive. Right and real are all a matter of perspective, and you soon discover that what's truly important is how much mayo is on your ham sandwich ( Read more... )

New layout: pink camouflage ( Read more... )

More an experiment with soundtrack while I recount my story than anything.

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I was at Buddha practice last Saturday and found myself flashed to those days, long ago ( Read more... )