Insight is never as far as you'd like it to be.. |
It comes all at once, and many times I shrug off the desire to write, the desire to draw, or the desire to create. It comes as a quickly as the tide and is often gone just as fast. What it is, is cons...
Posted by The Recidivist! on Sun, 29 Apr 2007 05:23:00 PST |
"its all i can do to keep waiting for you" |
A spark of blue fills the darkness.An empty canvas begins to grow and change in the alien light. New life. It begins to breath, you can hear the faint beating of a heart, and then....The sudden poundi...
Posted by The Recidivist! on Sun, 11 Feb 2007 11:33:00 PST |
Taken from Taker |
visiting banksy's website, I read his manifesto.
which was nothing but a quote. I cannot read this, and not share it with you.
it speaks bounds.
--An extract from the diary of Lieutenant Colonel Mer...
Posted by The Recidivist! on Tue, 31 Oct 2006 08:58:00 PST |
The Ebb and Flow |
Even more so now does James Joyce's idea of Ebb and Flow strike me as such a strong truth.My life is constantly in those cycles of ebb and flow.Fall.Its strange how well the seasons seem to relate to ...
Posted by The Recidivist! on Fri, 13 Oct 2006 02:47:00 PST |
The Impression of Depression |
I don't know why its always the same story with me. What further complexes me is why I can't just get over it then. Why don't I get used to it? The story starts back before I can even remember. The da...
Posted by The Recidivist! on Tue, 05 Sep 2006 03:14:00 PST |
Medicine comes in vials of glass; Injections of truth. |
The cold, crisp air blew harsly against the back of his neck. Forcably finding its way down his back.Chill bumbs grew rapidly, like some sort of plague.He yawned.His eyes filled with water and blurred...
Posted by The Recidivist! on Fri, 25 Aug 2006 05:19:00 PST |
He fell in love; It passed, as all things do |
Pardon e moi.Glow.Jade.The wind blew. No so hard as to destroy the smallest flow, yet hard enough that it felt refreshing upon his face. The fall comes, it always does. But it passes. Seasons fulfill ...
Posted by The Recidivist! on Wed, 23 Aug 2006 06:04:00 PST |
Sweet Tea, Diet Coke, Water.. |
"Life is hardAnd so am IYou'd better give me somethingSo I don't dieNovocaine for the soulBefore I sputter outBefore I sputter outLife is whiteAnd I am blackJesus and his lawyerAre coming backOh my da...
Posted by The Recidivist! on Sat, 05 Aug 2006 11:56:00 PST |
"As if legs were made to sit upon, and not to stand or walk upon" |
This will be the third time I've tried to write this blog. All my previous words, and possibly my current words, seem insufficient. Its been so long since I've written. Not so much in refrence to blog...
Posted by The Recidivist! on Tue, 25 Jul 2006 09:10:00 PST |
You'll never know.. |
i've never felt so much alone.
i don't think i could express to any of you just how alone i am.
i know.. i shouldn't feel so alone.. i mean.. I have God right?
I do.. but.. perhaps this is just an ex...
Posted by The Recidivist! on Sun, 07 May 2006 02:51:00 PST |
