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Death of a journal.
It's grown pretty thick now. Reviewing the last few years here gets me a little antsy, makes me smile sometimes. But for the most part, this isn't me any more. There are pieces of me scattered throughout it, but I'm not whole here. So much of this has died, so much is new, it's just not working out, sweet sweet livejournal. I thank you all for your ( Read more... ) -
Sharing delirium with the Method of the Wu.
Niggas is decaf, I stick em for the creeeeam.I most likely won't be writing here any more. I've slumped off so bad it's not funny. Ask me, I'll tell you I do it to spite those that don't like random lyrics. I'm not a poet ( Read more... ) -
Garbled gibberish from some unfathomable recesses of me.
There's words for anything you might dream ( Read more... ) -
The ebb and flow, the wonders of the tao...
I observe how intricately, how beautifully, we spin through the world. I enjoy a great cup of coffee ( Read more... ) -
Wasting time
When I'm alone it all feels like wasted time if I'm not playing my guitar or writing. Reading feels okay I guess. Any time I turn on the tv or sit down in my computer chair I have this nagging voice swelling up in the back of my head telling me its all a waste of time and I had better move my ass because I'll be dead soon. Thinking about being old ( Read more... ) -
Still shaking off sleep
I am beginning to truly believe that the reason I sleep so deeply or for such extended periods at times is because of the dreams I have. I slept for nearly 12 hours today (luckily there was nothing in particular I had to do) and for that entire span of time I can recall dreaming. And not a patchwork of separate random dreams, but one continuous ( Read more... ) -
I like to touch rusty spoons.
Haven't posted here in a bit. Been writing, reading, playing guitar, and eating or sleeping when I find time. The advanced AutoCAD course I'm so thrilled about taking ( is he serious? ) starts later this month. In the meantime I'm still looking for a job that will take me without it. I have applications and resumes spread out all over the place. If ( Read more... ) -
Writer's Block: Feeling Better
What makes me feel better when I'm mad?
Tearing my face off then screaming until I regurgitate my lungs. Yeah. -
Slide guitar and a head full of nothing...
I wish it was actually full of nothing... or just empty of everything ( Read more... ) -
Dreams...
Sleep didn't come easy. There was the dream of fighting with my drunken mother which seemed to last an eternity. I get enough of that in the waking world so that was pretty lame. Maybe it was a little funny ( Read more... )